The Courtyard

It was hot. Not your average hot. I'm talking the kind of hot that you only get when you're below sea level, summertime, 100% humidity, New Orleans hot. The air is thick, the breeze is slow and you feel like your clothes are melting right off of your body. But for some reason, it draws you in. The smell of jasmine and crawfish, the electric energy, the faint sound of music pours out of every dark, hidden courtyard.

What are they doing back there in those courtyards? Are they fanning themselves against the heat? Are they drinking an endless supply of bloody marys? I've always wanted to know.

We had the place to ourselves. It was right in the middle of the quarter. An old estate comprised of the big house, the carriage house, the courtyard and the servant's quarters. It sprawled over one entire block; the perfect place to get away.

We spent the day exploring antiques and visiting a friend's gallery on Magazine. After a quick shower and a fresh face, we decided to walk to dinner. It was late but that never mattered here. Time just ran on here. It was like being in an alternate universe. We had been drinking earlier in the day but we enjoyed some wine with dinner. We sat on the balcony and enjoyed watching people below as we drank more wine. My head was already spinning and this heat was making my reaction to the wine a little more intense than usual.

I dragged him down the stairs to the crowded street below. There were so many people here. We slipped inside a small doorway and found ourselves in an old club. There were very few people inside, mostly local regulars I guessed. But the band was still playing. An older black woman belted out some Nina Simone while the old men just sat and drank their scotch and lit one cigarette off of the last. We held each other up as we swayed together for our version of a dance. I wanted him so badly. I had anticipated our love making all day long. I was ready to head back to our house when the drops began falling.

At first we ran like everyone else. The drops were getting bigger and harder as we tried to somehow escape them. Laughing at our predicament, I took his hand and pulled him into a small courtyard between and bar and another row of buildings. There was no cover, but at least we were alone. He pressed me firmly against the wall, the bricks still warm from the heat of the day. He lifted me off the ground and kissed me deeply. Opening my mouth to let him in, he found my tongue ready for his. We hadn't kissed like this in a long time. It felt so new, so lustful. My dressed was soaked through and my nipples erect against the wet gauzy fabric. He squeezed my breast and took one in his teeth. The pain sent a shiver up my spine. My body reacted to his touch immediately. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my lips slipping against each other as I moved.

I reached down his strong, muscular arm. I felt him tense against my touch. I loved his arms, and the way they felt around my waste. My other hand was around his neck. I could feel that his cock was bulging out of his pants and it sprung out as soon as I unzipped them. God his cock was so hard. I wanted to feel it against my soft skin. I pressed his cock against my stomach with my hand. He looked down and so did I, both watching as he rubbed it up and down my tan tummy. I told him to tell me how much he wanted to fuck me. His breath hard against my face, he tells me, over and over again. We both watch his cock get harder and swell to the point of eruption and I push him away. He slaps me, hard, stinging at first, then a deep throbbing pain telling me that I will have a nice bruise later. He pulls my hair and gritting his teeth he growls the words I am waiting for. "I'm going to fuck you now." Just the words send me into a frenzy. I'm already panting with anticipation. He lifts my body against the still warm wall. It feels good in the cold rain. He teases my clit with his pre-cum. Begging him, "Please, please baby, please, fuck me."

It was hot. Not your average hot. I'm talking the kind of hot that you only get when you're below sea level, summertime, 100% humidity, New Orleans hot. The air is thick, the breeze is slow and you feel like your clothes are melting right off of your body. But for some reason, it draws you in. The smell of jasmine and crawfish, the electric energy, the faint sound of music pours out of every dark, hidden courtyard.

What are they doing back there in those courtyards? Are they fanning themselves against the heat? Are they drinking an endless supply of bloody marys? I've always wanted to know.

We had the place to ourselves. It was right in the middle of the quarter. An old estate comprised of the big house, the carriage house, the courtyard and the servant's quarters. It sprawled over one entire block; the perfect place to get away.

We spent the day exploring antiques and visiting a friend's gallery on Magazine. After a quick shower and a fresh face, we decided to walk to dinner. It was late but that never mattered here. Time just ran on here. It was like being in an alternate universe. We had been drinking earlier in the day but we enjoyed some wine with dinner. We sat on the balcony and enjoyed watching people below as we drank more wine. My head was already spinning and this heat was making my reaction to the wine a little more intense than usual.

I dragged him down the stairs to the crowded street below. There were so many people here. We slipped inside a small doorway and found ourselves in an old club. There were very few people inside, mostly local regulars I guessed. But the band was still playing. An older black woman belted out some Nina Simone while the old men just sat and drank their scotch and lit one cigarette off of the last. We held each other up as we swayed together for our version of a dance. I wanted him so badly. I had anticipated our love making all day long. I was ready to head back to our house when the drops began falling.

At first we ran like everyone else. The drops were getting bigger and harder as we tried to somehow escape them. Laughing at our predicament, I took his hand and pulled him into a small courtyard between and bar and another row of buildings. There was no cover, but at least we were alone. He pressed me firmly against the wall, the bricks still warm from the heat of the day. He lifted me off the ground and kissed me deeply. Opening my mouth to let him in, he found my tongue ready for his. We hadn't kissed like this in a long time. It felt so new, so lustful. My dressed was soaked through and my nipples erect against the wet gauzy fabric. He squeezed my breast and took one in his teeth. The pain sent a shiver up my spine. My body reacted to his touch immediately. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my lips slipping against each other as I moved.

I reached down his strong, muscular arm. I felt him tense against my touch. I loved his arms, and the way they felt around my waste. My other hand was around his neck. I could feel that his cock was bulging out of his pants and it sprung out as soon as I unzipped them. God his cock was so hard. I wanted to feel it against my soft skin. I pressed his cock against my stomach with my hand. He looked down and so did I, both watching as he rubbed it up and down my tan tummy. I told him to tell me how much he wanted to fuck me. His breath hard against my face, he tells me, over and over again. We both watch his cock get harder and swell to the point of eruption and I push him away. He slaps me, hard, stinging at first, then a deep throbbing pain telling me that I will have a nice bruise later. He pulls my hair and gritting his teeth he growls the words I am waiting for. "I'm going to fuck you now." Just the words send me into a frenzy. I'm already panting with anticipation. He lifts my body against the still warm wall. It feels good in the cold rain. He teases my clit with his pre-cum. Begging him, "Please, please baby, please, fuck me." The first penetration is a slow torturous stroke that goes all the way to my spot. He brushes against it and the first whimper escapes my lips. A little harder now, he picks up the pace and looks into my eyes. As he moves in and out of me, I close my eyes and get lost in the movement. He is pounding so hard now that I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I know he is close when instructs me to look at him. He locks in on my stare and doesn't make a sound until I feel him explode inside me. With each stroke, he is spilling more and more hot cum into my clenched pussy. I pull him in tighter and tighter as I watch his stoic face. Finally, his knees go weak and he lets out a deep, quiet moan as he buries his face in my hair. I wrap my legs around his waste and stay until I feel him stop.

He gently sets me back on the ground. Wiping the wet hair strands out of my face. He gets down on one knee and pushes my dress up with one hand while the other reaches out to touch me. I love the way he touches me, his thumb on my clit and his fingers inside me. My back is arched against the bricks and my hand in his hair. I try to keep my whimpers low but as his finger reaches up and finds my spot, I can't stop the sounds I hear myself making. He works slowly at first to find the right stroke, once there, he waits for me to beg. He loves to hear my beg him to let me cum. He smiles at me as I begin to scream. Finally he starts. I can hardly breathe as he reaches inside me and finds my orgasm. He holds me there until I can no longer wait, and then he lets me go. My head back, eyes shut tight, biting my lip so hard it has started to bleed, I start cumming. One after another they flood my body and his hand. He catches me as I fall into his arms and sit in his lap. He wipes the tears from my cheeks and smiles, knowing if I cried that he has satisfied ever part of me.

As we stand and turn towards the gate, we realize that a crowd has gathered to watch our intimate courtyard performance. I hide my face in his chest as we both laugh. As we make our way back to the street, the rain has stopped and we are pelted with beads. We collect our rewards and smile as we walk away, knowing that we weren't the only ones to finally find out what goes on in the hidden courtyards of quarter. The first penetration is a slow torturous stroke that goes all the way to my spot. He brushes against it and the first whimper escapes my lips. A little harder now, he picks up the pace and looks into my eyes. As he moves in and out of me, I close my eyes and get lost in the movement. He is pounding so hard now that I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I know he is close when instructs me to look at him. He locks in on my stare and doesn't make a sound until I feel him explode inside me. With each stroke, he is spilling more and more hot cum into my clenched pussy. I pull him in tighter and tighter as I watch his stoic face. Finally, his knees go weak and he lets out a deep, quiet moan as he buries his face in my hair. I wrap my legs around his waste and stay until I feel him stop.

He gently sets me back on the ground. Wiping the wet hair strands out of my face. He gets down on one knee and pushes my dress up with one hand while the other reaches out to touch me. I love the way he touches me, his thumb on my clit and his fingers inside me. My back is arched against the bricks and my hand in his hair. I try to keep my whimpers low but as his finger reaches up and finds my spot, I can't stop the sounds I hear myself making. He works slowly at first to find the right stroke, once there, he waits for me to beg. He loves to hear my beg him to let me cum. He smiles at me as I begin to scream. Finally he starts. I can hardly breathe as he reaches inside me and finds my orgasm. He holds me there until I can no longer wait, and then he lets me go. My head back, eyes shut tight, biting my lip so hard it has started to bleed, I start cumming. One after another they flood my body and his hand. He catches me as I fall into his arms and sit in his lap. He wipes the tears from my cheeks and smiles, knowing if I cried that he has satisfied ever part of me.

As we stand and turn towards the gate, we realize that a crowd has gathered to watch our intimate courtyard performance. I hide my face in his chest as we both laugh. As we make our way back to the street, the rain has stopped and we are pelted with beads. We collect our rewards and smile as we walk away, knowing that we weren't the only ones to finally find out what goes on in the hidden courtyards of quarter.