I've always wanted to go to New Orleans to participate in the Mardi Gras celebrations. I've read so much about the festivities and how wild people can get and it kinda made me nervous and a bit excited. Normal everyday people will let their hair down and do things they don't normally do in day to day life, like show off their breasts and even have public sex with perfect strangers. My sister Ella who is a psychologist refers to it as a hive mind state. She told me to be careful and I told her that I would.
So now my husband Frank and I are here in the Big Easy and we went all out and rented a hotel room just off Canal street right in the heart of the festivities. Frank slipped up behind me as I sat at the dressing table putting on my make up. "Hot Damn Candy you look good enough to eat." He laughed and kissed the top of my head.
I gave him a playful frown and brushed back my shoulder length blond hair, "I hope I don't look too much like a slut." I said. I felt so under dressed sitting there in a purple Midi dress. A very short Midi dress to say the least the thing comes up to my bottom when I sit down, and when I'm walking I'm constantly pulling the hem of it down to keep from showing off my plump ass cheeks.
"Baby I told you already this is how they dress during Mardi Gras." he said adjusting his black bow tie. I had to admit he did look handsome dressed in a tux. Frank would be warm tonight, but as for me I was gonna be absolutely cold. I mean come on people February is the last month of winter.
What's worse is I'm only wearing a purple thong beneath the dress with no bra. Holy crap I can't believe I'm doing this!
After applying my make up I strapped on a pair of gold four inch stilettos my very best Jimmy Choo's. I stand up and look at myself in the full length dressing mirror and I can hardly recognize the 31 year old house wife and mother of two young boys staring back at me. I certainly looked ten years younger and a lot taller in the 4 inch heels, taller than my usual four foot five. I chortled and looked at Frank, "I don't how I feel about this, honey." I'm so nervous that I can feel the butterflies behind my navel. I was head of the PTA, a soccer mom and a Sunday school teacher. What would they think if they saw me dressed like this?
Frank walked over carrying my Glittering black Venetian Mask. The mask is beautiful and it's outlined in white lace. And I think it's certainly worth the hundred dollars I paid for it. I smile as Frank ties it at the back of my head careful not to get my hair tangled in it. My blue eyes stand out in contrast to the black mask making them seem even bluer.
"Wow!" Frank states and gently places his hands on my shoulders and kisses my neck from behind.
I sigh uncomfortably.
"You need to relax Candice, we're nearly 800 miles from home darling. No one is going to recognize you here."
"I know sweetie." I chortled and turned around and he wrapped me in his arms. I look up at him and he leans his head and kisses me full on the lips. "I love you Frankie."
"I love you too, Candy." He lowers his big hands...hands that I have loved touching me for over ten years now...and he squeezes my ass. It feels nice. He takes my hand and we walk out on the balcony. The street party below is in full swing and it's only six in the afternoon. The music is loud and there are people everywhere all dressed in various costumes and bright colorful clothing. I can smell the wonderful food wafting up from the street vendors below and it makes me so hungry.
"Are you ready, baby?" Frank asks giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
I adjust my mask, "Yes sweetie lets go have some fun."
Frank and I walked out of the hotels lobby right into the thick of the street party. It was intense for a few moments because we were shoulder to shoulder with people.
I felt several hands touch my bottom but I didn't make a big deal out of it. But we managed to make our way across the street to one of the more popular bars. Frank and I both wanted to try a hurricane cocktail because we've heard so many good things about them. One is that they help you relax and that's what I was in need of at the moment.
We walk into the bar and take a seat at the back. It is crowded as heck but then everything is during Marti Gras.
A waitress come to our table to take our drink order. She is a cute little red head and her name tag reads Maddie. She can't be more than twenty two and she's dressed in a half shirt that barely covers her large breasts and she's also wearing a pair of cut off jeans that shows off plenty of ass. My husband's eyes went straight to her shirt and I must say that she does have an amazing rack. But then Frank is a tit guy to which this young lady has plenty of.
I don't get angry with him for ogling another woman's breasts because that's just how he is and I have learned to put up with it over the years. I have a nice set of breasts as well but I must say that they're not as big as the D cups that Maddie sporting. Mine are 38 cc with large pink nipples that stand out an inch when they are erect, very pointy and stiff.*Wink* I'm happy with breasts and more importantly I don't have the tits that make my back hurt.
The waitress walks off to put our order in and I laugh and bump his shoulder, "You can put your tongue back in your mouth now., Frank." I teased.
Frank blushed and I squeezed his hand.
Five minutes later Maddie comes back with our drinks and my eyes go wide. The orange drinks are in tall fancy glasses with red straws sticking out of them. "Oh my god!" I say.
Maddie laughs. "I know right! Stan makes the largest hurricanes there are on Bourbon street." with that she turns and disappears into the crowd.
I look at Frank and he looks at me, "We should have probably ordered just one."
I waved him off and picked up my drink and took a sip. "Oh god this is too good Frankie!" And I wasn't lying either. The rum wasn't over powering like it is with a lot of other fruity drinks. It was smooth with plenty of chasers in it like orange, pineapple juices and amaretto to name just a few. The drink went down so smooth and pretty soon the alcohol began to hit me and my body started to become warm my head dizzy.
I could tell by my husband's red face and glassy brown eyes that he was feeling it too. We were both light weights when it came to drinking and so we decided to order a round of chicken wings.
Maddie asked us if we wanted another hurricane. Frank declined but I held my hand up. "Me!" I laughed. Frank gave me a shake of his head but I ignored him and the dazzling little red head was off to get my drink.
"Candy do you really think that, that is a good idea?" he smirked.
"You said we needed to relax and this is me relaxing, honey."
"Or perhaps your slipping into that hive mind, Ella warned me about." he smirked.
"Ah stop being an old Fuddy Dud, Frankie."
"Me a Fuddy Dud? Okay but don't tell me I told you so, when you're puking your guts up in the bathroom tonight." he laughs.
Maddie brings another drink and another order of chicken wings. I put away the cocktail nearly as fast as I did the first drink. By the end of the drink I was sorely drunk off my ass and with my tummy filled with yummy chicken wings, I was done.
I brushed back my hair and then stretched my arms above my head and stretched. I wiggled my breasts at Frank and he blushed.
"Candy?" he laughs.
"Those are really nice!" a voice said from beside me. I turned and looked to find a man standing a few feet away. He's a rather tall black man, his hair is cut in a pompaduor Afro with the temples faded. His eyes are dark but his smile is sweet. Around his neck he is wearing a handful of cheap plastic colorful beads.
