As Al and Margie settled into a historic hotel in downtown New Orleans, they were impressed with the amenities of such an old building. After all, there was running water. And there was a double bed. Well, that was about it.
There was no elevator and the middle-aged couple had walked up three flights of stairs to get to their room. There was no way to regulate heating and air conditioner. No phone. No television service. No window to see sunlight in the interior room.
A wooden door with a French knob and two-way lock separated their room from the next hotel room. There was a large gap from the bottom of the door to the wooden slatted floor.
"That door doesn't seem very sound proof," Margie said.
"We'll give our neighbors something to hear," Al said, with a grin and smacked Margie on the butt.
"You're crazy," Margie said, and she stuck out her tongue in mock anger.
At least there promised to be continental breakfast and coffee the next morning.
"Well, we're here for Mardi Gras and we won't be in the room much anyway," Al said.
"Yeah, and we wanted an adventure," said Margie. "Mardi Gras, here we come!"
"Let's get into our costumes and walk on Bourbon Street," said Al.
"It's only 4 in the afternoon," Margie said.
"It doesn't matter. It's New Orleans, baby," Al said.
Al wore a loose shirt, leather vest, striped buccaneer pants, red waist sash, belt, bandanna and boots.
"Do I look like an intimidating pirate?" Al asked, as he swung his plastic sword through the air.
"Oh, my, yes," Margie said, with a wink. "Whatever you do, don't hurt me. I may be a wench, but I won't be taken easily."
Margie wore a flared, red mini-dress, black velvet bustier with two rows of scarlet satin laces, and an off-the-shoulder peasant top with billowing sleeves.
Wall-to-wall people packed the streets of Bourbon Street as Al and Margie pushed their way into the human stream. Men and women from balconies interacted with people on the street, swinging beads invitingly.
"Show me something," one woman on a balcony challenged.
Margie and Al were surprised to see a young man unbutton his shirt and shake his flat chested tits at the gal. She threw him a strand of purple beads which he caught and put around his own neck.
"You ready to flash someone?" Al asked Margie.
"Ready as I'll ever be," said Margie.
"Let me play with you first," said Al, knowing Margie was bra-less.
Al and Margie faced one of the balconies with men on it. Al reached around from behind Margie and massaged her breasts with her top still on.
"Woohoo," yelled a man from above. "Yeah!"
The shirt's elastic made it easy for Al to stretch and pull her blouse down, exposing Margie's 34DD boobs.
Raised eyebrows and smiles from several men above led to three strands of beads being thrown to Margie.
"Thanks," Margie said, and proudly put on her green, purple and gold beads.
Margie and Al continued to walk Bourbon Street, enjoying the sexual freedoms they observed.
"Whoa, there's a completely naked man," Margie said.
"No, he's got something on," said Al.
Sure enough, the muscled young man wore a Stars and Stripes sock on his schlong. That was all he had on, though. Women from the crowd took turns getting their photograph with him. One gal jumped up and straddled his waist while her girlfriends snapped pictures with their cell phones.
Both Margie and Al felt a little turned on and were thinking about getting back to their room.
"Hey darling, I'm getting thirsty," said Al.
"Let's stop at this bar," Margie said.
The bar featured beers on draft, two for $6. While they sipped their drinks, Margie and Al watched a young woman ride a mechanical bull. It became obvious the ride was mostly for the entertainment of the audience as the gal's butt jiggled and shook toward the audience. Then the person controlling the bull turned it around where people in the bar could watch bouncing tits of the 20-something girl. With a jolt and a twist, the gal's boobs were nearly exposed as she held on tight to keep from slipping.
After a few more drinks, Al grabbed Margie's hand and led her down the sidewalk toward the hotel. By now it was 7 pm and starting to rain. Along the way they became distracted by skimpy outfits displayed in the window of an adult toy store.
