Awakening a few hours later after our first lovemaking session on a bed, I ambled off to the kitchen for a drink of water. On my way, I opened the patio door to listen to the sounds of the French Quarter from across Canal. The low murmurs of people and the occasional waves of jazz music made their way across the seemingly always busy boulevard.
The warm humid air felt good against my naked skin, and I stood just barely on the patio, in the doorway for the most part, letting my whole body enjoy the atmosphere. Leaving the door open, I made my way to the frig and grab a small water bottle. Taking a drink by the light of the refrigerator, the cool liquid was very soothing. I close the appliance and headed back over to the patio.
Expecting to close the 2 doors, I am instead greeted by the silhouette of a naked Val in a chair at the table. I join her at the table, sitting in the other chair.
"I didn't hear you." I tell Val as I offer her the water bottle.
"Well, I watched you open the patio, and I thought I might tempt you with another item on my fantasy list." Val replies.
"Ummmm, just sitting here with you here, naked, right now is definitely checking the things off my fantasy list pretty quickly. What's next for you?" I state.
"I have never stayed on Bourbon Street much past 2am. I want to go hang out there." Val says, staring down the street toward the vibrant Quarter.
"You mean, now?" I answer back.
"Would you do that for me?" Val says behind her beautifully dark eyes.
"Of course. I'm up for a hurricane,or whatever. I opened these doors to hear the delicious music. Let's go see it." I say, standing and reaching for her hand.
"You have to trust me. I will be in complete control of myself, but it may not appear that way. Promise me you will trust me." Val holds up a pinkie.
"I only pinkie swear with the most incredibly beautiful women." I promise Val.
"I'll need your shirt back." Val tells me mysteriously as we head to the bedroom.
Val takes the bathroom while I get dressed in some clean shorts and a cubavera linen shirt. I grab my shoes and go sit down on the patio. Is this the first time I've been dressed while sitting here? hmmm.
Val comes out of the bedroom, back in my shirt and her leggings.
"We'll need these shortly." She tells me, tossing our masks to me.
The walk over to Bourbon Street was brisk. The humidity was still heavy, but bearable in the relatively cooler night air. Crossing Canal, we put on our masks. The jazzy sounds get louder and louder as we approached. The amount of people isn't too bad. There is plenty of room around so it didn't seem overly crowded. We arrive at the first of the many corner or streetside bars.
"Go in there and get me a virgin hurricane. Like I said, we have to maintain control." Val directed.
The service was quick, and I found Val directly across the street from where I left her. As I step across the street, I notice she has unbuttoned her shirt and I can distinctly see cleavage revealed.
"Off to a good start, I see." I tell Val as I hand her the frozen drink.
"You have no idea." Val replied.
"I have a pretty good imagination, and you were just walking naked on the street by the apartment. I'm pretty sure I'm in for a wonderful night." I tell Val.
Drink in hand, Val leads the way up Bourbon Street. We come across a two-block stretch of Bourbon which is blockaded. We are able to walk next to each other, holding hands, sipping alcohol-free drinks, and savoring the sights and sounds. I occasionally catch a glimpse of a nipple every so often as Val glides through the crowds.
Ahead of us is a large group of women, probably in a bachelorette party. They are earning beads the old-fashioned way from a group of guys on a balcony bar. Val stops me, hands me her drink, and unbuttons her shirt all the way.
"Just keep your distance." Val tells me, taking her drink back. "But, be ready."
Smiling, I watch Val walk behind the group of women, then ease her way in between some of them. They seem oblivious to her as they are still receiving beads from the balcony above. And then I see a hand reach up into the group of hands eagerly catching beads, only this hand is holding a shirt. Squeals of delight erupt from the gaggle of girls, and then there are suddenly multiple hands holding shirts up.
Keeping my distance, I witness what appears to be a complete hurricane of beads thrown into the group of mostly topless girls. After that, the group of girls walks away from me, and Val is somewhere in there. I only know because I find Val's shirt on the ground. I pick it up and follow. Most of the girls have put their shirts back on.
The girls stop, then form one of those post-soccer game tunnels, 2 lines of girls, hands touching, and forming a tunnel. Val comes running through, topless, drink in hand, and stops in front of me.
"Give me your shirt." She tells me, handing me her half empty cup.
I hand her the shirt in my hand.
"No silly. I want the linen shirt you're wearing." Val laughs as she pours her drink into mine. "Then, I need a refill, only not a virgin drink this time."
I unbutton my shirt while Val stands there topless. People are just wandering by, kinda staring, and I'm sure there is a camera or a hundred pointed our way. Val quickly takes my shirt and puts it on. I put the original shirt on myself, but leave it unbuttoned.
Walking into the corner bar with Val, I can tell both of us are wearing our shirts unbuttoned.
"Where next?" I ask.
"Well, that bachelorette party is getting onto a party bus, and I'm invited to join them. I have a few ideas on what to do if you can follow along." Val tells me.
"I'm intrigued. What do you mean by 'follow along'?" I ask.
"I mean it quite literally. Follow along on foot. I may need you to catch some items of clothing." Val says with that unique gleam in her eye.
"Well, if it involves getting my favorite linen shirt back, then I'm all in." I laugh.
We head out with our incredibly strong drinks toward Decatur. Val says the party bus loads there, and heads up Bourbon, then follows the streetcars around the Quarter. Sounds like quite a walk for me. Hopefully, I can jump on a a trolley when needed.
The party bus is easy to see. It's actually an open-air double decker bus, just about half the size of a real English version. There are two of them. I drop off Val at the bus with all the crazy women. The lower level of the bus has a full bar, and some of the girls are already on the top level.
I stand off to the side on the sidewalk and watch the buses load. The second bus is a bachelor party, or at least that's my guess since it's loaded up with guys. My guess is confirmed as the bride kisses her future husband in front of me, then gets on the bus. He moves to the second bus, so it's apparent they are partying together.
