At last, Saturday night arrived. The grandmother had arrived on Friday, and on Saturday afternoon Natalie and her husband had dropped their boy off at John and Mary's. By 1:00pm they were all together in Roger's 7-series headed for the Big Easy.
They got to the French Quarter around 3:00pm, traffic having been light. However, the streets of New Orleans were insane, especially around the French Quarter due to the Mardi Gras festivities. Eventually they made it to the hotel where the two couples were splitting a two bedroom suite. After check-in, they went to the room and took a small break before heading out again around 4:00pm. They were eager to get out there and check out what all the fuss was about.
By 4:15pm, the two couples were ready and they head out in casual attire. When they got outside, the crowds had already doubled in quantity. This was definitely going to be interesting.
Since they were all hungry, they all decided to grab a bite. There were a number of bar & grill establishments in and around Bourbon Street. After they all agreed that that would do, they ducked into the first one they saw at that point. Each ended up splitting an entrée, and all but Mary had a beer.
"Still deciding whether you're going to let loose a little and actually drink some alcohol?" Natalie chided Mary.
"Actually," replied Mary, "I have my mind set on one of those mixed drinks, probably a grenade. I just don't want to drink too much too fast. You know I don't really drink. I've got to be such a lightweight."
It was true. John could count on his two hands the number of times he'd seen Mary drink alcohol. It was always just a sip. He'd never even seen her get remotely drunk. The closest he'd come to that was seeing her fall asleep in front of the TV almost religiously and that day she'd had her breast reduction surgery and she was still hopped up on the anesthesia. If she actually went through with drinking even half of a grenade, she'd surely get plenty liquored up, guaranteeing some interesting times ahead.
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Night had finally fallen. Sure as anything, there were the four of them on Bourbon Street. The Mardi Gras beads were ubiquitous as ever as multiple ladies in loose fitting t-shirts who had clearly reached their alcohol limit strutted about with what appeared to be tens of strands of them.
While Natalie, her husband Roger, and Mary all had some sort of mixed drink, John decided to take a more cautious approach and stuck to beer. He'd done some research only to find out that as fun as Mardi Gras is, it is fairly common for folks to get separated, ladies to be involuntarily groped or worse, and to fall victim to pickpocketing. While he was desperate to see his wife get a little wild, he didn't want to become powerless to intervene should things go to far, not to mention he wanted to be able to remember this moment as well as take some pictures for posterity.
With that in mind, John took a selfie with all four them. Everyone held up their drinks, Natalie grabbed her left breast with her free hand, and John, hoping to get the ball rolling, set his beer down on the ground and grabbed one of Mary's breasts. Lo and behold, probably because of Natalie's behavior and the effects of Mary's grenade drink, she didn't bat away John's hand. Now he was getting somewhere.
Two minutes later, another group of guys standing around a decent looking 35-year old blond suddenly started cheering. She had this stupid grin on her face and began to lift her t-shirt from the bottom with both hands crossed over one another, and lifted the shirt just above her D-cup breasts. They were decently shaped, not too saggy...one had the impression she'd never had children before. She gave them a shake and the swayed to the left and right a couple of times. She then put her shirt back down and two strands of beads magically appeared from the veranda above.
Indeed, all of Bourbon Street was lined with bars, and verandas from above with what appeared to be 80% guys all holding drinks and wearing beaded necklaces to hand out or toss to any lady willing to show at least one breast or nipple.
That same lady who'd just shown her breasts apparently wasn't done. She then bent over and slid her jeans down past her bottom, revealing curvy ass barely covered by a neon thong underwear. More cheers, and more beads.
"She looks like she's having a good time," commented John.
"I think those guys are having an even better time," joked Roger.
All had a good chuckle.
Three minutes, Natalie decided it was her turn. There was a group of four guys from the adjacent veranda calling out to her. Natalie was African-American, nice complexion, perky B-cups, and relatively small ass. Without warning, like she'd done it a million times, she lifted her shirt to reveal her beautiful, tight, braless tits for the crew. Lots of cheering, prompting nearby street-level folks to spectate as well. She was given about four necklaces as her reward, a stamp of approval from the masses, as if to say, "Nice tits, and thanks for sharing!"
While John watched the show, he kept an eye on Mary, judging how she was taking it all in. To his surprise and excitement, Mary was smiling throughout the process. Mary already loved New Orleans and the French Quarter. The first time they'd visited, she walked around with a stupid smile on her face, just in love with the architecture and the liveliness.
Mary had originated from the middle-east, coming to the US in the early 2000s and naturalizing only five years after that. She was essentially American now, but she still had fond memories of her middle-eastern capital city where life was bustling and there was an amazing energy. Being in New Orleans returned to her that sense of buzz and excitement.
Not only did it help that Mary loved New Orleans, but with Mardi Gras, the crowds, the energy, and now the wildness of seeing other ladies and her friend partaking in low-level exhibitionism (and the alcohol) caused her to reach a new zenith of freedom and excitement coupled with being relaxed and relatively uninhibited from inebriation. So it's not surprising that just moments after Natalie had shown of her tits did Mary decide it was her turn.
John sensed the moment arriving having kept a close eye on Mary throughout the experience. His phone was out and the camera was engaged. Soon enough, two guys standing outside a bar within a gated off patio, beers in one hand, beads in the other, were calling out to her.
"Show us your tits, Babe!"
That's all she needed to hear. The shirt came up, huge toothy grin on her face, and there were the two new breasts that Dr. Johnson had fashioned for her. Beautiful, geometric, C-cup beauties with button nipples centered like some anime pin-up idol, the guys were very impressed, and they threw her a strand of beads each.
John caught it all on his phone. Being savvy enough, he took it on video mode, and then took some snaps at the same time. Saved for posterity. He would be sure to show her later in bed when the time came.
Not five minutes later, a group of about ten guys on a veranda were calling down to Natalie and Mary, "Show us your titties!" one of the guys shouted. The rest cheered in response and echoed, "Show us your titties! Show us your titties!"
As if they'd rehearsed it, Mary and Natalie glanced at each other, smiling, and both pulled their shirts up at the same time. Shouts and cheers followed as the group of guys threw down strand after strand of beads, adding to their collection. They were quickly becoming Bourbon Street veterans, similar to the first lady they'd seen flash her titties not too long ago, their chests adorned with the plastic, colorful beads characteristic of the festival.
