As Mardi Gras approaches, the feeling of dread overcomes me. I will have to be walking these parades for two weeks, 8 miles a day, and thousands of people to control.
I tell you of the feeling of dread I have, knowing of course you can't do anything about it, but you listening seems to help. I tell you of some of the problems which occur. It's our job to keep everyone off the streets so that the High School marching bands, and parade floats, can pass. We walk along with the bands so that no one gets hurt.
Some of the happenings make me want to laugh. Like the time when I was walking and a guy jumped out from the crowd, landing in front of me, as he proceeds to tell me, "God, If I knew that cops looked this good I would have done something sooner to be arrested, would you please marry me." I can't help but laugh at the drunken soul, and motion him back off the street, pass the white line that edges the side of the road. As I pass, I tell the crowd. "This is my line do not cross it." Of course I then get a smart arse that doesn't want to move that will ask. "Hey Ms. cop person is that a real gun?" or "Is that thing on your side a toy?" I look at them with much conviction, and smile, saying "I don't know sir, how about I pull it out and shoot you in the foot, and then you can tell me!" He then backs off, and moves his foot from my line.
The walk in itself is very tiring. It’s slow paced and the parade only takes one break. Usually I am lucky enough that when we break, I am at mid point of the parade route at this little store on the corner where the parade turns onto Main Street. We only have a small amount of time to do what we have to do, and get out of there. Unfortunately, while we are at this stop, it seems inevitable that someone will come up to you for help. Which means you really don't get much of a break.
I tell you of all these things, not realizing that you were listening to every detail of the one stop that we make. You ask pertinent questions about the specific area and location.
The time approaches as the Mardi Gras parades begin. Every day I come home and explain the crowds, and how tired I am from all the walking. Then, one day as usual, I awaken to email you letting you know I am awake and getting ready for the parade. You don't respond. This worries me, you have always responded to my emails. I continue to email until I have no other choice but to leave. With no response from you.
I leave for the parade. As the parade begins its journey, and I begin my duty, keeping the crowds back as well as watching for any illegal activities within the crowd. I see this one person seemingly following the route with me, but behind the crowd, Thinking to myself, just a kid trying to get from one place to another. I can't really see the person, because of the crowd, just catching a glimpse from time to time. Having to deal with all the drunks on the street, keeping them back, I really don't have time to worry about this one person in particular.
The parade route is slow, as usual. It seems to take forever before we get to our rest stop. Today seems to be particularly dreadful, with, first not hearing from you, and then having to stop a couple fights along the way. Atlas, we finally make it, my body is aching, I am tired, and I really don't want to be bothered by anyone. I go into the store and get me a coke and head to the back of the building, hoping against hope no one finds me, at least for the few minutes of rest that I so desperately need. I get there and thank god there is no one. I can still hear the noise of the crowd in front of the store, along with the music blaring from every radio, and stereo in the city.
I lean against the building drinking my coke. From the side of the building walks this man. I think back to the parade route, remembering the few glimpses I had seen, this is the same person that was following me. The face looks familiar, but vague.
Working in a jail I come across many people, in many walks of life, but because of the volume of people it’s hard to remember one specific individual. This face isn't the face of a criminal. Maybe someone I had seen once in court, the District Attorney's office, perhaps, or something of that nature.
The face very handsome, striking even, looking into the brown eyes, the intelligence emitting from them. Thinking to myself, no definitely, I would have remembered this person if we had ever met. Somehow he looked very familiar. As he began to walk towards me, with such stride, and confidence, in his walk. I think GOD, what a gorgeous man.
My heart begins to race, and I lose all sense of myself, the beauty of this man is spellbinding. All my senses perk up to his sight. My nipples become erect, while the pit of my stomach begins to tighten. My knees become weak, my breath quickens, and my love nest becomes wet with my nectar at the thought of having this man near me. I lose all sense of who I am, where I am, the noises of the crowd do not even effect me. His sight intoxicates me, as he continues to approach me, moving ever closer to me. I lean back against the building wall to steady myself.
You stand right in front of me as our eyes lock, and my god, I realize that this is you. My dreams coming true. To actually get to feel your strong skin, look you in your eyes, hear your strong voice, smell the aromas of your scent, and to taste the sweet juices of this man I have yearned for, forever!
My eyes water, I can't believe that this is you; I am in complete and utter awe of your presence. I gaze into your eyes and, you smile, that wonderful devilish smile you have. I whisper, "Patrick is that you?"
You don't say anything as you lift me up, holding me against the building as you press your lips to mine. Pushing your tongue deep into my mouth, sucking and savoring the tastes of our flavors.
Feverishly we kiss, as I feel your hands move across my breasts and you unzip the front of the uniform blouse, exposing my rounded full breasts to you, my nipples pushing hard against the white lace bra.
Your tongue moves down my neck, kissing, sucking, and savoring the salts of my body. My head is spinning out of control, as your presence has drowned all my sense of reality. Feeling the warmth of my hot breathe against my skin, while the soft tentacles of your wet tongue move downward to my breasts. Moving my lace bra out of the way, as you cup my breasts in your hands, still kissing the cleavage. Slowly, running your tongue around my breasts, circling the fullness of them, while your warm soft palm caresses them. Your tongue moves closer to the nipple, rolling your wet velvety tongue around it, placing it in your mouth as you suck on it ravishingly.
The sexual energies within my body becomes electrified to your touch. My body is overcome with desire. While my mind wanders back to reality, as I hear the noise of the crowd in the not so far distance. I know that my sense of timing is coming back as I know that I must get back to the parade route and soon.
My body betrays my mind at this point as I feel the warmth and softness of your lips and mouth upon me. Your touch, while your lips suckle my erect nipples, the softness of your warm hands exploring my body, command different from me. It becomes yours to do with as you please.
Slowly my senses return for a moment and, I hear noises coming from the side of the building, hoping that it doesn't come this way.
I touch your face slightly. Our eyes lock upon one another’s, exclaiming to you, "Baby, I can't do this right now. Not because I don't want you, because god knows I am so wet for you. Its because we may get caught, and it wouldn't look good on me for my job."
You look at me and slowly you whisper, finally letting me hear the sweet sound of your voice, "Baby, I have not flown out here, not to have you. You are mine, and I must have you now, must taste you now, must feel you now."
I lose it then. All caution is thrown to the wind, as I whisper, "Baby take me I am yours."
Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around you, as you carry me to the trees that are behind this store.