Living in Upstate, SC, there's never really been a great threat from hurricanes, no more than heavy rain and occasionally a few tornadoes. When I heard about hurricane Katrina and all the damage that it did, I was shocked at the things that went on as portrayed by the media. I have two female friends that had never been to New Orleans before, and neither had I. We had decided to go down there to visit, but when talks of the hurricane came about, I basically chickened out and said that I wasn't going.
Now, these are two females that I've known for a while and, I must say that I was attracted to them both. They were both single and I honestly believed that at least one of them was warming up to the idea of dating me.
Sandy has a pecan complexion, very smooth skin, almost flawless and has to wear no makeup whatsoever. She was a natural beauty in every sense of the term. She stands about 5'5", but in her heels, she was about 5'8". She weighs about 125 lbs, nice backside and wears about a 36 c bra. She is definitely thick in all the right areas.
Stacey, is what I would call a light butterscotch complexion, standing about 5'3", weight about 119 lbs, great posterior, and has about the same sized breasts as Sandy. They both have long dark hair that lays down about the middle of their backs. At the time, Sandy was 23, and Stacey was 25, and neither of them had kids. They were both smart enough to know what kind of men to deal with and not get caught up in the same traps that most other females too often find themselves in. I'm not even sure which one would have been the best for me if either did say yes to maybe going out with me. I mean, we hung out all the time, but never did we ever go out one on one. They did, but, on those "girls' nights out" days, I was forced to stay behind.
I begged them to postpone their trip to N.O. but they wouldn't listen. The hurricane was still down around Florida at that point but that was when they'd really starting to make the prediction that it would turn towards Louisiana. So, I watched them as they loaded the car down, kissed them both on the cheek and told them to have a great time and that they were in my prayers. They asked me once more if I wanted to come and I sadly told them no. Needless to say, the hurricane hit, and I worried for weeks if my friends were alright until finally, they made it back home safely. They had a wonderfully dramatic story to tell but then as they were describing their ordeal, they both turned and kind of snickered to each other and then looked at me and told me that there was a part of the story that they'd left out. I was very interested in finding out what could have happened as my imagination went wild trying to figure it out. They told me that if they shared that part of the story with me that it had to stay with me and no one else could know. So I agreed to remain silent and their story began like this...
Sandy and Stacey had enjoyed a couple of decent days down in N.O. together and I remembered them calling me to tell me that they'd purchased some lingerie down there and i teased them both about not needing it because neither of them had a man. They gave me the fake laugh and the eff you response as usual and before we got off of the phone, I asked them to give each other a kiss for me. They called me a perv and hung up saying that they were turning the phone off and the television as well because they didn't want to hear any news of where the hurricane may be. Of course, they wouldn't have known the danger that they were in anyway because the evacuation process was a last minute deal. Anyway, a couple of nights later they'd decided to watch an adult movie that they'd gotten while they were lingerie shopping. They had two different ones to watch so they sat on the bed and quietly viewed their entertainment for the evening.
They basically laughed all the way through the first one, not realizing that it was nothing more than porn bloopers. After they'd gotten a good laugh from that, they decided to do something different. Stacey had the idea of playing spa, so that they could pamper each other and give each other manicures, pedicures and massages. Both of them stripped down to nothing but their beautiful naked flesh and they stood before each other, telling each other how nice the other's body was. Then they both wrapped up in hotel towels and took turns painting each other's toenails, fingernails, and afterwards, they took turns lying on the bed while the massaged lotions into each other's precious bodies, slowly, and sensually. There was a period of time when Sandy was rubbing Stacey down and their eyes met and they kept the stare for what could have been 10 minutes. Then while Stacey was taking care of Sandy, she accidentally went too far up her thigh and brushed across her womanhood making her jump when she felt the unintended touch.
After they'd almost physically and mentally exhausted each other, they both sat up on the bed in yet another moment of silence, both swallowing and breathing hard. Finally, the silence was broken by Sandy suggesting that they try on the lingerie they'd bought and modeling it for each other. Stacey agreed and slipped into the bathroom to try hers own while Sandy put hers on in the main room. As an added effect, Sandy put on a bootleg R. Kelly slow jam cd that she'd purchased from a guy selling music at the gas station. When Stacey came out of the bathroom, "Seems Like You're Ready", was the song that was playing. They danced in front of each other as if they were looking in a mirror, slowly winding their hips and licking their lips slowly.
"Honey Love" was the next song to play on the disc and it was starting to seem as if the room was getting hotter and hotter. Not a word had been uttered since the music started playing and with each minute that passed, they were starting to get closer and closer to each other. Finally Stacey flopped herself down on that bed suggesting that she'd had enough and was ready to relax before she dozed off for the night. It was obvious though, the real reason why she wanted to stop. She was feeling something, something that she'd never felt before and so was Sandy. Neither of them could deny what was going on, but both of them refused to speak on it.
