Mardi Gras 1984
When I was 42, I had to go to New Orleans for business. I realized if I spent an extra day, I could be there over Mardi Gras. So I arranged it so I could finally see what Mardi Gras was like.
I had one of those wonderful hotel rooms overlooking Bourbon Street with a balcony. I had seen these in movies and on TV, but until I was overlooking the fun down below from one of them, I never realized how great they were. I couldn’t wait to get down on the street.
I decided to wear a short skirt, and thin blouse. I still had a nice body that got a lot of attention from the fellas, and some women. I was in a free thinking, sexy area, so I wore one of those bras from Fredericks of Hollywood that had holes for my nipples to stick out. The effect was my breasts stood out, and so did my nipples. I also had on thigh high nylons and two inch heels. I thought I would walk around. I was wrong.
I went on Canal Street to see the parade, and then headed toward Bourbon Street. I stopped off at Pat O’Brien’s and got a Hurricane. Wow, was it strong, but fabulous. It really hit me. I only weighed 110 pounds, so that thing hit me like a real hurricane.
I went to Bourbon Street and things were getting crowded. There was a lot of bumping into people. Then I was surprised as hell, but I couldn’t move. I was in a crush of people and wherever the group went I went. Sometimes I actually got lifted off the ground. I don’t know if it’s like that now, but it was scary and exciting at the same time.
Then I started feeling hands on me. I had a nice looking guy right in front of me who said he was sorry every time he touched me. I couldn’t lift my arms so I grabbed his hips and said it was ok, I understood. I felt my skirt start to move upwards. I could feel him fumble with his zipper. The next thing I knew, he was sawing his cock between my legs touching my pussy on every stroke. There was no way he was going to get that into me since we were jammed against each other upright. It would have been fun, though.
I didn’t care, it felt good. He was touching my clit as he went fore and aft. I felt hands reach from behind and start to massage my nipples. I couldn’t see who it was. I’ve never felt that helpless in a crowd before. The guy in front of me put his hands under my blouse and undid my bra. They had their arms outside of mine, so my arms were pinned. He then said to the guy behind me, “Hey Buddy, undo her blouse.” I said, “Hey, wait a minute,” but sure enough, the guy unbuttoned my blouse. They worked together until my blouse was attached to me only by my right wrist. I thought I better not lose this or I’m screwed. I realized what they wanted was for me to take off the bra, so I slipped it down my left shoulder, and the guy behind me took it down my right arm, over the blouse, and I never saw it again.
I said, “Help me get my blouse on.” Unfortunately, that’s when the guy in front of me grunted loudly and came, his head pressed against my tits. He then melted into the crowd. Asshole!
So there I was, naked from the waist up, come dripping down my legs. I started to draw the attention of the people around me. I said loudly, “Would someone help me get my blouse back on?” There were cries of “No!” Then a big man, I mean big, maybe six feet four inches tall, weighing 230 pounds, wearing a black cowboy hat, muscled his way in front of me.
“Need some help, Little Lady?” he said. Holy crap! I was dumb struck. He was very handsome, and you could tell he was well built from the way his tight western shirt clung to him. I said, “Two men took off my blouse, and I can’t move my arms to get it on.” My Texan, that’s how he looked to me, gave the guy behind me a look that could melt a rock, and I felt him move away. Then Tex put his arms around me and pushed out against the crowd crushing me. He cleared an area so I could move my arms and put my blouse back on. The other people were yelling at him, but he didn’t seem to care.
He said, “C’mon, Darlin’” and took my little hand in his massive, calloused hand, and said, “Are you staying near here?” I told him I was in the hotel across the street. I swear it was like the parting of the Red Sea. He dragged me behind him as if I were weightless, his grip like iron. Thank God, too, because if I had let go I would have lost him.
He was a juggernaut. People were flying right and left until we got to the front of my hotel and into the lobby. He said, “Well, Little Lady, I think you’re safe now.” I’m thinking, “I want your baby!” So I said, “I have a great balcony overlooking this madness. Want to come up to my room? We can get some whiskey from room service, and sit on the balcony watching this.” He looked me in the eye and said, “Now that sounds like fun.”
I ordered a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and some ice. We started talking, waiting for the whiskey. His name was Randy. I was hoping that was prophetic. He seemed very nice. When we got the bottle, we went outside, poured us a couple of drinks, and watched and laughed at the crowd. Everyone was so drunk on the street. When guys would look up and see me, they would yell, “Show us your tits!” I would blush and look at Randy. He would smile and just shake his head.
Finally, as he sat in his chair looking at me, he said, “You know, If you don’t mind, I’d like to see your tits again myself.” I stood up, turned my back to the crowd and pulled up my blouse. He reached out, put his rough hands on my breasts, and I sat on his lap. I started giving him a lap dance, something I learned in Las Vegas (another post). He started licking my nipples.
I then stood up, bent over straight legged, giving everyone on the street a great view of my ass (accompanied by cheers from below), unbuckled Randy’s huge belt buckle, the damn thing looked like a hubcap, unzipped his jeans and pulled them to his knees. I was surprised to see my cowboy didn’t have any shorts on. This massive cock started to uncoil out of his crotch. I grabbed a hold of it and started to stroke it. It was full mast in seconds. I was so wet, I just sat down on him, his cock driving into my depths. My skirt hid the actual mechanisms, but everyone could tell what we were doing.
I laughed a little. I had never screwed anyone that wore a cowboy hat before. I then looked left and right. I hadn’t noticed that the balconies on either side of us had people on them. I had just been looking down. Now I saw many people, on both sides watching us. I just smiled at them, and they just smiled back. So I figured they wanted a show…and that’s what they got.
I stood up, my lover’s cock slapping against his stomach, spun around, lifted my skirt, and eased Randy’s prick back into me. More cheers from below. My skirt was hung up on my back, showing all of my legs and ass. In this position he could help me with his hands to move my butt up and down.
I grabbed the railing of the balcony and used it to help propel me up and down on his incredibly wet shaft. His hands were under my butt raising and lowering me over and over until I cried out, my eyes slamming shut, my pussy twitching, my chest heaving. I came forever, or so it seemed.
He never missed a beat. He just kept lifting me over and over until I came again. I thought, “Is he ever going to cum?” and then I came again. I was losing my mind. I could only imagine what it looked like from the ground, and the other balconies. Every time I would cum I would cry out, my long, dark brown hair would fly up as I threw my head back, and then fly forward as I lowered my head and built toward another climax.
I don’t think I ever had anyone that lasted that long before. My current lover can stay hard a very long time, but up until Randy, I never had a guy power through so many of my orgasms. Then it happened. Randy reached around, grabbed my blouse and tore all the buttons off. He then put his hands on my exposed breasts, and squeezed, hard. I thought the nipples would pop off.
I just blasted off again. I was aware that he grunted mightily, slammed his cock upwards, as his legs went straight out as he arched his back against the chair, and started pumping mass quantities into me. I did my best to milk him, but I was pretty useless. My whole body was one big orgasm.
I was trying to catch my breath. I guess I went deaf for a bit, because when I could hear again, I could hear yelling and clapping from below and the sides. Neither of us moved. I just kept trying to squeeze him while he was having the cutest little aftershocks, twitching occasionally beneath me.
I had pried his hands off my breasts, and held my blouse closed around me. I didn’t want to get up. I just leaned back against him, and he put his massive arms around me and he held me tightly.
We didn’t move. I knew my pussy and his cock were covered by my skirt, and I was holding my blouse closed. I didn’t think there was any hurry to get up. I asked if he needed to go and he said, “I’m happy right here,” and squeezed me tighter. I just sat on him, pulsing my pussy muscles while I watched the drunks on the ground yell up to us. It was funny.
We decided to go inside the room and get cleaned up a little since he must have given me a quart of jizz. I refreshed our drinks, put on a light sweater, and we went back out on the balcony.
Randy said that he came to New Orleans with some friends, but lost them in the crowd. He figured he would stay until after midnight when the crowd was cleared out. I asked him what he meant. He said at midnight, the police lined up on the ground and on horseback, and went down Bourbon Street, clearing the street as they went. Everyone had to be off the street.
I was having a great time. I was bent over the balcony’s rail, bent over. My skirt had come up my legs, so I knew Randy had a great view of my ass and pussy. He was rubbing his jeans covered cock up against me. I figured he was done after that enormous orgasm he shoved up my pussy. Wrong!
Just as I saw the police line up down the street and start walking towards us, I felt his cock ease into my pussy. He had just unzipped and pulled himself into me, his hands going under my sweater, grabbing my breasts, pulling me onto his giant prick. He had a real nice, slow rhythm going as the police line approached closer and closer. I wondered what he was going to do when they were abreast of our position. I knew nothing was showing, but he would push hard as he sunk to my depths.
As the first police officer came close, being on the second floor he just had to look up a little, I said, my voice jerking because Randy never slowed down, “Good…evening…Officer.” He stopped and said, “Good evening, folks. Everything alright?” I said, wishing Randy would stop pumping me, but kind of getting more and more excited with the situation, “Oh…yes…sir…everything… is…wonderful” Then I said, “Beautiful…horse…Officer.” He looked at Randy over my shoulder who was not missing a beat, still wearing his cowboy hat, and said, and I still laugh about this today, “Your’s, too, Madam,” He started to move on and I came like there was no tomorrow. He looked back, I had my head on my hand on the balcony rail, bent over, still being drilled by my cowboy. Oh did I cum! The Officer smiled, shook his head, and went down the street.
I heard people on the balconies next to ours saying things like, “That was so incredible!” and “Damn, he knew what they were doing and just let them fuck.” I didn’t give a shit what they were saying, because Randy started to cum. He grabbed my hips, pulled me off the floor, yelled like he was on the open range, and slammed his huge cock deep into my pussy.
I think I hyperventilated and passed out, because when I opened my eyes, I was not resting on the rail anymore. He had me in the air, bent over, still off the floor, drool dripping from my mouth, acting like a rag doll. He was holding me up by my breasts, crushing them in his muscled hands, and his cock. I told you he was big. I could feel warmth sliding down my nylon covered legs dangling beneath me. Jesus, it was exciting.
He backed us up, still holding me off the ground, into my room. Once we were out of sight of prying eyes, he put my feet on the floor, slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy, spun me around, picked me up, and gently laid me down on my bed.
The combination of whiskey, cumming an incredible number of times, being fucked in front of a police officer, and riding through a tough cowboys orgasm caused me to just go lights out. The last I remembered was a sweet kiss from my tough lover. I woke up the next morning alone, naked, and lying in a very large wet spot. There was a note on the bedside table, “Thank you, Sugar, for the best night of my life.” It made me smile.
I had one of those wonderful hotel rooms overlooking Bourbon Street with a balcony. I had seen these in movies and on TV, but until I was overlooking the fun down below from one of them, I never realized how great they were. I couldn’t wait to get down on the street.
I decided to wear a short skirt, and thin blouse. I still had a nice body that got a lot of attention from the fellas, and some women. I was in a free thinking, sexy area, so I wore one of those bras from Fredericks of Hollywood that had holes for my nipples to stick out. The effect was my breasts stood out, and so did my nipples. I also had on thigh high nylons and two inch heels. I thought I would walk around. I was wrong.
I went on Canal Street to see the parade, and then headed toward Bourbon Street. I stopped off at Pat O’Brien’s and got a Hurricane. Wow, was it strong, but fabulous. It really hit me. I only weighed 110 pounds, so that thing hit me like a real hurricane.
I went to Bourbon Street and things were getting crowded. There was a lot of bumping into people. Then I was surprised as hell, but I couldn’t move. I was in a crush of people and wherever the group went I went. Sometimes I actually got lifted off the ground. I don’t know if it’s like that now, but it was scary and exciting at the same time.
Then I started feeling hands on me. I had a nice looking guy right in front of me who said he was sorry every time he touched me. I couldn’t lift my arms so I grabbed his hips and said it was ok, I understood. I felt my skirt start to move upwards. I could feel him fumble with his zipper. The next thing I knew, he was sawing his cock between my legs touching my pussy on every stroke. There was no way he was going to get that into me since we were jammed against each other upright. It would have been fun, though.
I didn’t care, it felt good. He was touching my clit as he went fore and aft. I felt hands reach from behind and start to massage my nipples. I couldn’t see who it was. I’ve never felt that helpless in a crowd before. The guy in front of me put his hands under my blouse and undid my bra. They had their arms outside of mine, so my arms were pinned. He then said to the guy behind me, “Hey Buddy, undo her blouse.” I said, “Hey, wait a minute,” but sure enough, the guy unbuttoned my blouse. They worked together until my blouse was attached to me only by my right wrist. I thought I better not lose this or I’m screwed. I realized what they wanted was for me to take off the bra, so I slipped it down my left shoulder, and the guy behind me took it down my right arm, over the blouse, and I never saw it again.
I said, “Help me get my blouse on.” Unfortunately, that’s when the guy in front of me grunted loudly and came, his head pressed against my tits. He then melted into the crowd. Asshole!
So there I was, naked from the waist up, come dripping down my legs. I started to draw the attention of the people around me. I said loudly, “Would someone help me get my blouse back on?” There were cries of “No!” Then a big man, I mean big, maybe six feet four inches tall, weighing 230 pounds, wearing a black cowboy hat, muscled his way in front of me.
“Need some help, Little Lady?” he said. Holy crap! I was dumb struck. He was very handsome, and you could tell he was well built from the way his tight western shirt clung to him. I said, “Two men took off my blouse, and I can’t move my arms to get it on.” My Texan, that’s how he looked to me, gave the guy behind me a look that could melt a rock, and I felt him move away. Then Tex put his arms around me and pushed out against the crowd crushing me. He cleared an area so I could move my arms and put my blouse back on. The other people were yelling at him, but he didn’t seem to care.
He said, “C’mon, Darlin’” and took my little hand in his massive, calloused hand, and said, “Are you staying near here?” I told him I was in the hotel across the street. I swear it was like the parting of the Red Sea. He dragged me behind him as if I were weightless, his grip like iron. Thank God, too, because if I had let go I would have lost him.
He was a juggernaut. People were flying right and left until we got to the front of my hotel and into the lobby. He said, “Well, Little Lady, I think you’re safe now.” I’m thinking, “I want your baby!” So I said, “I have a great balcony overlooking this madness. Want to come up to my room? We can get some whiskey from room service, and sit on the balcony watching this.” He looked me in the eye and said, “Now that sounds like fun.”
I ordered a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and some ice. We started talking, waiting for the whiskey. His name was Randy. I was hoping that was prophetic. He seemed very nice. When we got the bottle, we went outside, poured us a couple of drinks, and watched and laughed at the crowd. Everyone was so drunk on the street. When guys would look up and see me, they would yell, “Show us your tits!” I would blush and look at Randy. He would smile and just shake his head.
Finally, as he sat in his chair looking at me, he said, “You know, If you don’t mind, I’d like to see your tits again myself.” I stood up, turned my back to the crowd and pulled up my blouse. He reached out, put his rough hands on my breasts, and I sat on his lap. I started giving him a lap dance, something I learned in Las Vegas (another post). He started licking my nipples.
I then stood up, bent over straight legged, giving everyone on the street a great view of my ass (accompanied by cheers from below), unbuckled Randy’s huge belt buckle, the damn thing looked like a hubcap, unzipped his jeans and pulled them to his knees. I was surprised to see my cowboy didn’t have any shorts on. This massive cock started to uncoil out of his crotch. I grabbed a hold of it and started to stroke it. It was full mast in seconds. I was so wet, I just sat down on him, his cock driving into my depths. My skirt hid the actual mechanisms, but everyone could tell what we were doing.
I laughed a little. I had never screwed anyone that wore a cowboy hat before. I then looked left and right. I hadn’t noticed that the balconies on either side of us had people on them. I had just been looking down. Now I saw many people, on both sides watching us. I just smiled at them, and they just smiled back. So I figured they wanted a show…and that’s what they got.
I stood up, my lover’s cock slapping against his stomach, spun around, lifted my skirt, and eased Randy’s prick back into me. More cheers from below. My skirt was hung up on my back, showing all of my legs and ass. In this position he could help me with his hands to move my butt up and down.
I grabbed the railing of the balcony and used it to help propel me up and down on his incredibly wet shaft. His hands were under my butt raising and lowering me over and over until I cried out, my eyes slamming shut, my pussy twitching, my chest heaving. I came forever, or so it seemed.
He never missed a beat. He just kept lifting me over and over until I came again. I thought, “Is he ever going to cum?” and then I came again. I was losing my mind. I could only imagine what it looked like from the ground, and the other balconies. Every time I would cum I would cry out, my long, dark brown hair would fly up as I threw my head back, and then fly forward as I lowered my head and built toward another climax.
I don’t think I ever had anyone that lasted that long before. My current lover can stay hard a very long time, but up until Randy, I never had a guy power through so many of my orgasms. Then it happened. Randy reached around, grabbed my blouse and tore all the buttons off. He then put his hands on my exposed breasts, and squeezed, hard. I thought the nipples would pop off.
I just blasted off again. I was aware that he grunted mightily, slammed his cock upwards, as his legs went straight out as he arched his back against the chair, and started pumping mass quantities into me. I did my best to milk him, but I was pretty useless. My whole body was one big orgasm.
I was trying to catch my breath. I guess I went deaf for a bit, because when I could hear again, I could hear yelling and clapping from below and the sides. Neither of us moved. I just kept trying to squeeze him while he was having the cutest little aftershocks, twitching occasionally beneath me.
I had pried his hands off my breasts, and held my blouse closed around me. I didn’t want to get up. I just leaned back against him, and he put his massive arms around me and he held me tightly.
We didn’t move. I knew my pussy and his cock were covered by my skirt, and I was holding my blouse closed. I didn’t think there was any hurry to get up. I asked if he needed to go and he said, “I’m happy right here,” and squeezed me tighter. I just sat on him, pulsing my pussy muscles while I watched the drunks on the ground yell up to us. It was funny.
We decided to go inside the room and get cleaned up a little since he must have given me a quart of jizz. I refreshed our drinks, put on a light sweater, and we went back out on the balcony.
Randy said that he came to New Orleans with some friends, but lost them in the crowd. He figured he would stay until after midnight when the crowd was cleared out. I asked him what he meant. He said at midnight, the police lined up on the ground and on horseback, and went down Bourbon Street, clearing the street as they went. Everyone had to be off the street.
I was having a great time. I was bent over the balcony’s rail, bent over. My skirt had come up my legs, so I knew Randy had a great view of my ass and pussy. He was rubbing his jeans covered cock up against me. I figured he was done after that enormous orgasm he shoved up my pussy. Wrong!
Just as I saw the police line up down the street and start walking towards us, I felt his cock ease into my pussy. He had just unzipped and pulled himself into me, his hands going under my sweater, grabbing my breasts, pulling me onto his giant prick. He had a real nice, slow rhythm going as the police line approached closer and closer. I wondered what he was going to do when they were abreast of our position. I knew nothing was showing, but he would push hard as he sunk to my depths.
As the first police officer came close, being on the second floor he just had to look up a little, I said, my voice jerking because Randy never slowed down, “Good…evening…Officer.” He stopped and said, “Good evening, folks. Everything alright?” I said, wishing Randy would stop pumping me, but kind of getting more and more excited with the situation, “Oh…yes…sir…everything… is…wonderful” Then I said, “Beautiful…horse…Officer.” He looked at Randy over my shoulder who was not missing a beat, still wearing his cowboy hat, and said, and I still laugh about this today, “Your’s, too, Madam,” He started to move on and I came like there was no tomorrow. He looked back, I had my head on my hand on the balcony rail, bent over, still being drilled by my cowboy. Oh did I cum! The Officer smiled, shook his head, and went down the street.
I heard people on the balconies next to ours saying things like, “That was so incredible!” and “Damn, he knew what they were doing and just let them fuck.” I didn’t give a shit what they were saying, because Randy started to cum. He grabbed my hips, pulled me off the floor, yelled like he was on the open range, and slammed his huge cock deep into my pussy.
I think I hyperventilated and passed out, because when I opened my eyes, I was not resting on the rail anymore. He had me in the air, bent over, still off the floor, drool dripping from my mouth, acting like a rag doll. He was holding me up by my breasts, crushing them in his muscled hands, and his cock. I told you he was big. I could feel warmth sliding down my nylon covered legs dangling beneath me. Jesus, it was exciting.
He backed us up, still holding me off the ground, into my room. Once we were out of sight of prying eyes, he put my feet on the floor, slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy, spun me around, picked me up, and gently laid me down on my bed.
The combination of whiskey, cumming an incredible number of times, being fucked in front of a police officer, and riding through a tough cowboys orgasm caused me to just go lights out. The last I remembered was a sweet kiss from my tough lover. I woke up the next morning alone, naked, and lying in a very large wet spot. There was a note on the bedside table, “Thank you, Sugar, for the best night of my life.” It made me smile.
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