As a recently divorced woman taking in the decadent ways of Mardi gras, I decided to indulge my sense of reckless abandon one steamy afternoon. The urge to indulge came upon me while taking a shortcut through a shaded, narrow alley on the way to my hotel. I stumbled upon a young woman getting fucked in the shadows against a stone wall. I couldn't help myself and decided to watch from a dark alcove. I had a full view from my angle. She was getting pumped deep while the guy doing her was grunting hard. One of her stockings had come loose from her garter and was gathered around her short boot. Her breathing was heavy and her skin glistened with sweat. She was standing on one leg while the other was wrapped around his waist pulling him into her. They were kissing passionately as he ground her against the cool, gray stones.
Out of the corner of my eye I see some movement. There, standing semi-concealed in the shadow of a doorway, is a man. He doesn't notice me - his eyes are glued to the tawdry bliss unfolding before him. I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly rubs the bulge in his pants... I watch his excitement rise... He unzips his pants and pulls out his stiff cock. He strokes it with slow, deliberate strokes... they're in time to the pumping the woman is getting. She's enjoying herself and notices the stranger stroking his cock. He's pumping faster now and the woman is enjoying being watched. The voyeur rises up on his toes and spurts long gooey ropes of cum on the stone wall... the woman throws her head back and pulls her stud tight against her... she's moaning out a satisfying orgasm. Her man is grinding her tight against the wall... deep guttural moans... he's cumming now... with an intense animal energy he screws her to the wall.
I look back to the voyeur but he's zipped up and walking away. I turn back to the couple and watch her gather her loose stocking up her leg... gathering it higher up her thigh... attaching it to her garter... smoothing it out and adjusting the other. As she adjusts her stockings, I see her juices, mixed with her stud's cum, dripping out of her glistening, red pussy... oozing down her thigh. They lock arms and disappear down the alley. I stand in the shadows undiscovered.
It's quiet... I'm breathing deep, almost out of breath... I'm aware of my rapidly beating heart and beads of sweat on my forehead. I feel a deep arousal and some wetness. I hurry to my hotel room and lie on my bed. The torrid scene is on a continuous loop in my head.
A half hour passes.
"Time to draw a hot bath.", I think to myself.
Warm water fills the tub while mountains of thick bubbles form. I'm lying back... bathing in my thoughts. I reach down and message myself... making little circles on my button... sipping my glass of chardonnay... replaying the scene in the alley.
I'm finding it hard to shave my legs while my mind is in a horny, trance-like state of arousal. I shave higher eventually reaching my pussy. I apply more shaving gel and stroke the razor up and down my mound eventually removing all the hair. My pussy is tingly and swollen with excitement... nakedly exposed. I notice I'm wet from the inside and feeling like I want to be touched all over... taken and used.
I brush my hair letting it flow over my shoulders. Next, I apply a lot of makeup: heavy blue-green eye shadow, black eye liner, some vanilla glitter lotion, burnt umber lipstick with a high gloss, and a spritz of Eternity. I turn to my closet looking for the right combination to wear. Hmmm... that cream silky blouse with the snaps and frilly trim will do. I match it with a sexy, peasant-girl skirt with a seductive vent.
I pull from my dresser a new pair of Pretty Polly taupe pantyhose with a back-seam trailing up the back. They're French-cut to lengthen my legs. They're the kind with only a thin nylon panel covering my pussy. While gathering them up my smooth legs, I'm even more aware of my arousal. My mind races with the possibilities as I slither the sheer fabric up my legs and nestle the silky nylon tight against my fresh shaved pussy. I'm sense a little wetness. The vision of my slit completely bare and teasingly exposed through the flimsy, nylon panel makes me imagine the animal arousal of men wanting to fill me up with their raging hard cocks.
I strap on my pumps and off I go to see how much trouble I can get into.
It doesn't take long.
I'm sitting on a barstool at my hotel lounge rotating my foot in seductive circles. The sheen of my nylons glisten like a fine layer of oil. Within a few minutes some sharks nibble at my bait. A few guys start hitting on me. I flirt back. An empty glass is put in front of me and filled by one of the guys. I feel another guy wrap his arms around me from behind. His hand makes light, caressing contact with my tits... mmm... they perk to attention and strain against my satiny blouse.
They invite me to come with them to the French quarter to check out some parties. I notice them checking out my legs and can tell they like what they see! I finish my wine and seductively ease off my stool, showcasing the curves of my legs through my vent.
We leave as a group and plow in to the din of celebrations outside. Some trucks are driving by. Girls are in the back of the trucks baring their tits to any guys giving them a response. A couple is making out in one of the trucks. As we walk, we see some couples driving by in a convertible. The top is down and the lady passenger in the front is bobbing her head up and down on the driver's cock. Another couple in the back seat is doing the same while another woman is sitting on the top of the rear seat with a guy working away at her under her skirt. My arousal is increasing from this wanton display of public sex.
We arrive at a party a few blocks away... it's pretty crowded. Lots of drinks and people making out all over. Good party music is playing. Cold glasses of champagne are poured for us as the guys lead me around.
After a couple of drinks and a little close dancing, one of the guys takes me by the hand and leads me down a long hallway to a side room. He shuts the door and spins me around plunging his tongue down my throat... kissing me with an animal passion. I hear his zipper and feel the heat of his cock against my legs while he backs me against the door. His hands caress my legs... gently stroking... hiking my skirt up and over my hips.
He drops his hands below my hips and carresses my legs... stroking gently up and down... gliding easily on my nylons. Tingles spark in my groin and travel up my spine. The back of his thumb presses against my slit... mashing my nylons into my dampening valley... the flimsy fabric messages my button as he tries to press his thumb deeper into me. He doesn't get too far.
I feel him reachup and ease my pantyhose down. My pussy twitches with excitement. I feel him dip a finger into me and feel my wetness. As we kiss, he eases another finger deep in my swelteringlips. I gasp as he lightly fondles my G-spot with his fingertips.
He brings his fingers up and applies my wetness to our lips... I smell the scent of my arousal as we embrace in a passionate kiss. I sense his cock twitching at my opening, lubing itself with my oozing nectar. He slides into me... I gasp... he spreads past my swollen, wet lips.
He penetrates me easily and starts to pump me... slowly at first... now faster. His tongue plunges into me with the same pace his cock drills me. He pumps deep in me for a minute or two and cums explosively while licking and sucking away at my neck and tits. He pulls out and gathers my pantyhose up my thighs and over my hips and ass. He adjusts the waistband and leans down to French me some more. He pats me on the ass as we straighten up and walk back to the party.
As I walk, I feel his cum and my wetness ooze from me and soak into my pantyhose. It's an erotic feeling.
One of his friends hands me a fresh glass of wine and leads me to a large, leather easy chair. I sit on the arm of the chair and drape my body towards him as he sits back and relaxes. We watch others dancing and making out... I'm drinking in the decadence of the room... feeling horny and wanting to be fucked. I sense the spent cum and lube ooze from my pussy and soak into my nylons... it's erotic. I cross my legs and stroke my thigh as the guy in the chair watches. He brings his hand up and softly strokes my legs.
I turn back to the dance floor to see a blonde dressed in black leading a guy by the hand down the hall. They disappear into another room. Another guy and girl follow behind them.
The guy sitting in the easy chair next to me leans over and kisses my thigh. Soft, gentle kisses... his hand continues carressing my ankles and behind my knees. He gazes up and locks eyes with me. He gives me a light bite on my thigh and rises, taking me by the hand and leads me down the hall to the same room the woman in black entered. He quietly enter. My eyes adjust to the soft, flickering glow of a few candles.
In front of us is the blonde lying on her back on a couch. Her legs are casually spread with one man slowing licking at her opening... another man is slowly unzipping his pants near her shoulder. I hear the clinking of a belt buckle coming undone.
The second man pulls out his cock... it's hard and bulging with thick veins. The man holding me pulls me close to him and locks his lips onto mine... turning me around. I breathe deeply as my heart thumps with excitement. He gropes at my tits and ass as he grinds into me. He turns me and bends me over the back of the couch blondie's on. He reaches around my midribs sliding his hands up my blouse. He messages and squeezes my tits though the satin fabric, fingers gliding sensuously. My nipples harden...
