"Come on, guys, I have two boys at home. I don't want them to see their mother's boobs on the Internet." Janet turned away but she could feel her pussy getting wet at the idea.
Janet was at Mardi Gras on a whim. She had met a man that seemed interesting and he promised to show her an awesome time if she would spend three days with him at Mardi Gras. Without knowing why, she agreed. And now she was wondering if she had lost her mind.
Janet Hawkins was a fairly Conservative woman who hadn't had a one-night stand in years. In fact, she hadn't been fucked in more than a year. And she hadn't had anything exciting between her legs that didn't run on batteries in more months than she could remember. Granted, she had had two sons, ages nine and eleven, and that restricted her dating life somewhat. She had married a man who ran as soon as the second son was born. Apparently, he wanted to make babies but didn't want to stay around to raise them. So she raised the boys as a single mom and had totally dedicated her life to her sons, but in the past few months she had begun to feel quite frustrated by her limited life.
And now Janet was at Mardi Gras with almost every man and boy asking her to flash her tits at them.
Janet was a very attractive thirty-nine years old. She was of medium height and had long, shapely legs that showed her exercise routine nicely. She was slim with C-Cup boobs and a tight ass that she spent hours each week at the gym to maintain. She had long dark hair and expressive, deep eyes that seemed to get a lot of attention from the few men she spent time with.
Her best friend had set her up with Jerry Walsh, a commercial Realtor of comfortable means, for dinner with her and her husband. Brenda had met the man when she was looking for commercial space to lease for a craft shop she was starting. She liked the man and discovered he was single, so she couldn't resist setting up her best friend. He seemed to be nice, maybe even more than nice, and Janet had actually enjoyed dinner with Jerry and Brenda and her husband. And when the evening was over, he didn't even suggest they go back to his place for sex. That wasn't just rare in Janet's limited experience with men, it was simply non-existent.
And when Jerry called her three days later, she agreed to go out with him again. This was the first time she went out on a second date in more than a year. Dinner at a fine restaurant and a movie, with drinks afterward at a very classy lounge, plus interesting conversation with a charming man, all made for a wonderful evening. And Janet found herself enjoying the evening more than any evening in years.
And when he suggested they go away to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, she was shocked at first, and then very excited.
"Come on, Janet, I am not inviting you for three days of sex. I even have a suite so you can have your own bed. It's just that I love the fun and excitement of getting away for three days each year. Mardi Gras is a totally unique American experience and I promise you will love it. I mean, when was the last time you got away by yourself without your kids and had fun on your own?" So, after thinking for no more than two seconds, she agreed to accompany this near-stranger for a few days at Mardi Gras.
And now that they were in New Orleans, Janet was beginning to rethink her decision.
"Jerry, I can't believe how many men are asking that I flash my tits. Hell, I am an old woman!" When she said that, Jerry laughed.
"No, you are an exceptionally attractive women with a great body. It is not at all surprising that some men would want a better view of that body. Although I am a little surprised that so many men would actually ask when you have no beads around your neck." This comment got Janet's interest and she asked him to explain. Jerry grinned at her and replied.
"The tradition at Mardi Gras is for many women to let go of their everyday morals and flash their boobs. When they do, they are rewarded with a string of beads. Some men spent upwards of a hundred dollars on beads to hand out, and some spend even more, in the hopes that they get to see a lot of boobs. And you are attractive enough to warrant a few requests. But most women who aren't wearing any beads are not asked. You just happen to be sexy enough that some men will risk offending you in the hopes they are rewarded with a quick glimpse of what they believe are beautiful boobs. I am sorry about this. I didn't expect that so many men would bother you. If you would like, we can go back to our room and watch things from the balcony." It was Janet's turn to laugh.
"I have been watching the balconies, Jerry. Women are hit on as they sit watching things from on high. No, I don't think going back to our room will change anything. I will just have to grin and bear it." As soon as she said that she knew it was the wrong choice of words and she quickly glanced at Jerry.
"I didn't mean that. It is just a saying and I should have chosen a different saying." Her expression showed more than a little embarrassment and Jerry was quick to reassure her.
"Relax. I knew what you meant." But as much as he tried to be polite, she saw him try to hide a smile. The truth was, he was hoping that she would give in and flash her tits because he really wanted to see them himself. This thought led to him not hiding his grin anymore, and Janet saw that.
"Oh, I get it. You are hoping I give in and flash my tits so you can see them. You are just like all the others here." He tried to look innocent but that lasted for only a few seconds. So he decided to be honest.
"Janet, you are a beautiful woman and I would be lying if I didn't want to see your boobs. But I am trying to be a gentleman, and gentlemen don't ask women to flash their boobs. Not even at Mardi Gras." Jerry's face showed his honesty and she liked that about him. On the other hand, she sensed more than a little disappointment deep down inside of her. She suddenly found herself in a quandary. She was excited about the possibility of showing her boobs to him yet wanted to honor his attempt to be a gentleman. And then she was astounded by the thought that came to mind.
If she flashed her tits to someone asking her to, she could let him see her tits without either of them breaking his commitment to being a gentleman!