Chapter 47: Does New Orleans…And An Old Guy
A girl friend wanted me to go with her to New Orleans La. To help her take care of some personal business that she had to do. Her aunt had died and she was had left in the will a townhouse to my girl friend and she just wanted some company along on the trip. We had gone down on a Thursday night and the first thing Friday we were at the lawyers office to meet with him and the real estate woman. By later Friday afternoon an offer had been made and my girl friend had accepted it and the deal was done.
Friday night we were the guests of the lawyer and his wife for dinner and later we were drop off at our hotel and had one drink in the bar at the Royal Orleans. We could see that not even dress in our best we had made a big impression on the men who were in the place. Both of us were to tried to party that night, it had been a long day and party time could hold off until Saturday night. We both slept in and did a little shopping on Canal Street. We had ask the bellhop where was a nice upscale nightspot was that had an older group, we didn't want to be around a bunch of guys who were our age.
The bellhop had a taxi for us at 9 PM and he took us to a place on St. Charles Street. One of those old mansions and it was private club member's only type thing. We had been told to ask for Blake when we got to the place. He turned out to be a tall nice looking black man in a tux, who escorted us into the bar and he put us at a small table for 2 just off the dance floor and bought us our first round of drinks. We never had to spend a dime that night, I wonder why.
We were dressed to kill; I had on a white one-piece dress that button up the front. It had a built in bra support pads, not a bra just the support. Low cut and the outline of my nipples would show though the material. I had white lace thong panties on with 4" heels and no stockings. At 5' 10" and with the heels which made me 6' 2" my 40DD made the rest of my 23 x 38 body stand out in this crowd my hair was long and down my back and the curls in the New Orleans humidity made the hair frizz up even more.
The men in the place were 55 + and most had to be in their 60's. All dressed in suites and ties and every guy in the place looked like he had class. That was the reason we were there we wanted to be around class, not a bunch of boys who would show us how they could be an ass. The place had a 3 man jazz group and they played slow easy jazz you could dance to and we knew the gentlemen would hold us close and rub up next to us to get a feel of the good stuff. We knew these men knew how to dance and how to treat you like a lady. Nothing like a Southern gentleman to pass the evening with.
It didn't take long before the first guy was over asking us to dance and we were there to be seen and show them what we had and the dance floor is the place to do that. Each man knew how to dance and they held me in their arms as if I had been a dance partner before and held me very close. One or two of the guys had a big package up front and thought nothing of rubbing it up against me and making it's presents known to me by pressing it against my pussy area. The few guys that had something to be proud of and when I did feel it I would smile and make little cute commits like "Oh I like the way you dance, you seem to know just how to make the right move!"
Before to long my girl friend and I had picked out the two who would take us back to the hotel. It seems like my girl friend won the flip and she got the room and I had to do whatever it takes to make it any place I wanted, just not in our room. The guy I had picked out was named Henry and had to be about 65 give or take a year or two. He was about 6' 3" and had a nice build and I could feel that big bulge in his pants the first time he ask me to dance. He had been on the top of the list from the get go.
When we dance it seem each time he was getting bolder with his big rod and began to rub me with it to the point it must have seem like we were trying to fuck on the dance floor. I felt myself getting very excited. I leaned closer to him in order to get a better feel. My God this guy was hung! It was excitement I was after. Illicit sexual excitement! And yes, I found it here. I looked up at Henry. I didn't notice before but he was very muscular and handsome. We both knew what was going to happen. I started to pull away when he took my hand and placed it on his crotch as the music continued to play that slow easy to dance sexy body rubbing sound that was filling the room.
It was dark enough that no one could see him move my hand down and to his crotch. I wanted to pull away, but I didn't. . Instead, I watched and felt him pull it down his hard member and at the same time I felt his right hand run down my back to my hips. He said to me "I don't think you are wearing any underwear!" His cock was semi-hard. Oh God it felt so big, so hard he had to have a beautiful rod. My mouth began to water as I felt it though his pants and fingered it in my hand.
"You're dressed to the nines, you're so damn hot baby!" He moved even closer and began rubbing his penis against my crotch area and I could feel it at my opening, if I didn't have my thong on, I think my pussy was ready to snap at it. As he taunted me, challenging me to resist his manhood, I began flooding with excitement. I took him in my hand but after just a slight rubbing of it he pulled away. "Let's go to my place!" Henry took my hand and escorted me to his car. We walked out of the place with his hand on my ass guiding me toward the parking area next to the club. My office is in this build and I park in the office garage. He open the door to his BMW and I sat down and gave him lots of leg to look at as I swung them in so he could close the door. He went around to his side got in and put his right arm across the back of my seat and looked at me and said, "You one hot lady you've had my cock jumping all night and I know you like the feel of it, don't you?"
