After their near run-in with the law, they had
gone back to Crissy’s hotel and spent the entire night
fucking like rabbits.
Wearing her favorite green latex
dress, her red hair cascaded down her back, she
walked the streets looking for a fun hookup. Deciding
it was time for lunch, she stepped into a small hole in
the wall restaurant that offered authentic creole cook-
ing. Not exactly Irish food, Bria wasn’t about to pass
up some authentic creole cooking.
As she ate her gumbo, she closed her eyes and thought
back to the shenanigans she had gotten into last night.
Crissy had been a lot of fun. Another redhead, the two
had hooked up in the French quarter and had nearly
been caught by a foot patrol as Crissy had been vigor-
ously fingering her to her second orgasm behind an
abandoned building. After their near run-in with the
law, they had gone back to Crissy’s hotel and spent the
entire night fucking like rabbits. When Bria had left
shortly after dawn, her pussy had been so swollen she
could barely walk, Crissy had been excellent with her
fingers.
Tonight, Bria wanted a man. A big man who could
throw her around and take her. She figured it wouldn’t
be hard to find someone like that in New Orleans if she
was lucky, she might find two men. Gumbo finished;
she walked back out into the buzzing sea of green.
She saw a cute blonde girl who, surprisingly, wasn’t
wearing any green, but a tight-fitting black knit sweater
dress that showed off an amazing pair of breasts and
smooth tanned thighs. Slipping up behind her, she
pinched the blonde on the ass as she whispered into
her ear.
“You’re not wearing any green, Luv.” As the grand-
daughter of immigrants, she had picked up the accent
of the Old Country from her grandparents as a child
and knew that it made her irresistible. The blonde
turned and smiled.
“I am wearing green, you just can’t see it.” The blonde
replied, a wicked smile on her face.
“Oh, and where would that be?” Bria asked, already
knowing the answer.
The blonde slipped the hem of her dress up further,
showing the thin string of a green thong curving
around her hip.
“Oh, sweet Jaysus, you do indeed, would you like to
show me some more?” Bria asked.
“Sorry, hon, you’re not my type.” She replied before
kissing Bria hard on the lips and disappearing back
into the crowd.
Bria smiled and laughed as she continued along the
sidewalk, looking for her hookup for the night. After
another hour of flirting with men and women, along
with some very intense kissing with a brunette wearing
a ‘Kiss me I’m Irish’ shirt, she finally found the man she
was looking for. Curtis was built like a bull, his barrel
chest stretched the green t-shirt he was wearing, and
he looked strong enough to lift a keg in each hand.
It took less than ten minutes for Bria to get him to
join her in her hotel room. As soon as the door to her
room closed, she threw herself at Curtis. Her hands
pulled at his shirt as he unzipped her dress and peeled
it down her body.When he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around
him, kissing him as he carried her to the king-size bed.
He threw her on the bed then dragged her thong down
her pale legs, he smiled at the thin red line of hair that
adorned her otherwise smooth pussy.
When he shoved his fingers inside, Bria moaned with
pleasure, each rough thrust thrilling her as his oth-
er hand pawed at her breasts. After a few minutes,
he pulled his fingers out before sliding his jeans and
boxers to the floor. Bria slid off the bed and onto her
knees as she took the 10” cock in her hands and began
to stroke. She closed her mouth around the head, lick-
ing and sucking as he began to thrust in and out of her
mouth, filling her mouth as he continued to thrust.
Bria’s fingers played with her clit, stroking and teasing
herself as Curtis grabbed her head and began to thrust
faster. When she climaxed, her muffled scream thrilled
Curtis.. He pulled out and tossed her back onto the
bed. He grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge and
spreading her legs apart.94