Big Easy [M,F] | 2016

I was in New Orleans with friends. It's the afternoon and we've landed at a bar on Bourbon Street. It's surprisingly busy considering it's 4 p.m. -- bachelorette parties, bachelor parties, a few groups, like ours, doing a girls/boys weekend.

The drinks were flowing and our group of guys, like a few others, was standing nearby the women. Several groups came and went.

But then THE group entered the room. Led by a curvy redheaded beauty bursting with sexuality, a group of attractive Southern women who had come to New Orleans for a girls' trip, caught everyone's attention.

They were obviously enjoying the music and the men were flocking.

The redhead looks late 20s/early 30s and is wearing a cute mini skirt dress, nothing too scandalous, but it highlighted her dangerous curves perfectly.

She's dancing, rubbing up on guys, rubbing up on women, generally having a great time. She swished her long red hair around the bar as she danced, clearly exhibiting her playful attitude and making her appear even more attractive.

The guys who had been hitting on her and her friends had moved over to the side or gotten too drunk to keep their cool.

And our group had agreed to have just one more drink and then check out the next place, but as I made my move through the crowded bar, I was forced to shimmy up beside the buxom redhead.

Now I'm not a confident guy, but I know a green light when I see one. And when she turned to me, and said something along the lines of "boy, you're cute," I posted up right behind her and stayed close.

Her hands were aggressive. Dancing in front of me, she moved her hands to my backside and pulled me closer as if she wanted to feel a hard cock pressed against her.

I played right back -- running my hands up and down her sides and across her firm ass.

We continue to dance, fast party songs with R&B in between. Every booty shaking song made her do exactly that -- the more she would rub her ass on my groin, the more excited I'd get.

She arched her back, putting pressure on me, she'd kiss on my neck behind my ear and then shake her ass to the floor.

It was incredible. I'm not much of a dancer, but with her, I didn't need to be. I just had to keep the beat and keep our bodies all over each other.

It was about 2 a.m. and it seemed like this could go on for hours, but then I noticed her friends were getting restless and they motioned that it was time to go.

Then one of her friends told me -- look, she's married. Then I noticed...huge ring.

At this point, I figured I'd just been a guy she could dance on and we'd just say goodnight.

But then to my surprise she took my hand and pulled me out into the humid streets of the French Quarter. Her friends and my friends both miraculously scatter.

Standing among all the revelers, we're making out intensely. She's groping my cock through my jeans, I'm getting harder by the second. She can feel it and it makes her grope through the denim even more. I'm running my hands across her chest, over her ass, and then she tells me, "I want to feel you inside me."

Those are magic words. My blood is pumping. We immediately begin looking for her hotel. We stumble a few blocks, kiss more, then walk farther.

We find the street and start making our way over the brick sidewalks toward the door. She has other ideas first -- there's a dark, empty doorway across from the hotel entrance, she pulls us into the doorway and again whispers in my ear, "I want to feel you inside me," but this time adds, "right now."

Our kissing goes up a notch. Her breathing gets heavier. The groping goes up a notch. She's reaching her hand into my jeans and grabbing my now hard cock. She moans in my ear when she touches it and it turns me on even more.

Obliging the lightly freckled siren, I slide my right hand under her miniskirt and begin running my right index finger down her panty line until I get to her soaking wet pussy.

Remember, we're practically standing in the street. But at the time, I figured I had just pulled off some covert James Bond sex move -- until some jackass interrupted us barking, "Get a room."

We move out of the dark, inset doorway toward the hotel. We pause for another brief make out session and a little finger play at the very well lit entrance to the hotel.

There was no amount of James Bond cool that was hiding the fact I was fingering this girl two glass doors from the hotel lobby. I have a voyeuristic nature so I don't stop. I go even even deeper.

She moans even more, until we get interrupted with the same "Get a room" comment from a different stranger.

We go toward the elevators, kissing along the way. We get to her floor -- then she stops me and says she's staying with her friends so she has to check if the room is occupied.

We stroll down the hall, grabbing each other, playfully kissing. She pops her head in the door. I hear her friends but can't make out the words.

Her room is a non-starter. But she's not quite ready to give up.

We make our way back to elevator. In the hallway, we pause. We're making out, the gently lip bites get more rough. Suddenly in the hall, she unzips my pants, pulls out my dick, drops to her knees and starts sucking. My cock is throbbing -- her full lips and wet mouth go all the way down the shaft, all the way back up to the tip.

She's working her hand on my shaft and tickling the tip with some gentle sucking, and at this point, I'm pretty nervous -- not so much for me, but for her.

The hallway is completely lit and there's no way her friends wouldn't know what was happening if they came out of their doors and saw us.

She looks up, cock in mouth, moaning. She slides her mouth off the tip, and tells me once again -- "I want to feel you inside me."

Then brilliance strikes; I see the fire escape stairway. I say, "let's go in the stairwell." She leads, I follow.

Once we get into the stairwell, things get a little more crazy. She's almost begging -- "I want you inside me." This time I drop to my knees, fold up her miniskirt and pull down her wet panties and start fingering her in the classic "come here" motion and her body immediately begins to react. Her back arches, her knees bend with every motion, her moans get louder and louder and her hands are gripping my shoulders and grabbing my short hair.

I move in with my tongue and begin working her clit putting on as much pressure as my tongue can deliver from this angle. Her body begins to tense up and she lets out an orgasmic scream after a very short few moments of having my tongue press against and my fingers stroking inside her.

She pushes me to floor. I'm laid flat out on my back, feet pressed against the door to the hotel floor so to keep unwanted visitors out.

She tells me, "I have beautiful dick." I can never hear those words enough.

She immediately straddles me. She pulls her panties to the side and does a long, slow knee bend all the way to floor, sliding my cock into her juicy lips, until her ass is pressing tightly against my thighs. I try to tighten my ass to drive my cock just a bit deeper.

Her body clenches, making me feel as if she appreciated the effort.

Her eyes roll into her head. Then her body comes up swiftly, the tip of my cock barely leaving the touch of her lips and then she comes down hard, then harder, then...

She stands up, completely erect -- as am I. Done.

A crisis of conscience? I don't know. She tells me she has to go.

We make out a while longer. Even though I'm stuck with blue balls, I take pride in seeing what appears to be afterglow on her beautiful face.

She asks when she'll see me again. I ask for her number. She says no number.

I ask her her full name, and she tells me to find her online.

I commit it to memory.

We kiss a long, deep kiss goodnight. She leads me out of the stairwell, and into the elevator and we kiss one last time before the doors close.