Mardi Gras Mischief

Melanie stepped out of the airplane immediately consumed by the sultry heat, wishing she had slipped something slinkier into her carry on bag. She felt a gentle drip of sweat escape between her inner thighs. Chris had run out ahead of her, clearly excited to get wherever he was going. Like usual, he had not said a word to her on the flight from Seattle. After 20 years of marriage, each day felt more and more like a chore to stay together. They weren't even sharing the same bed anymore and she would be thrilled if he never touched her again. Ever since she had discovered he had been cheating on her, she couldn't get herself to truly forgive him. He said it was over, a mistake that would never happen again, but she just couldn't get her body to believe it. The days like this morning when she woke up with him on top of her made her feel used and caused her to shiver with distain. She had quickly showered before the flight just to get his smell off of her.

Despite all of this, Melanie was thrilled to be in New Orleans. She had always dreamed of experiencing the thrill of Mardi Gras and she was finally getting her chance. She loved the smooth sexiness of New Orleans Jazz and had been researching all of the best parties to attend. They were spending the next week in The Big Easy, living and breathing this adventure. She had spent the last 6 months working on her body in order to wear her sexiest outfits. She was feeling amazing about herself, even if Chris had not noticed. She had begun getting more attention from younger men at work and knew she looked better than she had since she was in college.

After they picked up their luggage and exited the airport, they were greeted by soulful jazz music. Melanie immediately started to sway to the rhythm, her body automatically responding to the heartbeat of the city. She suddenly felt so alive. As they made their way to the cab, she couldn't help but notice the cab driver looked and smiled more than once at her low neckline, where her ample breasts showed just slightly through her thin white blouse. Clearly her hard work was paying off, even though her cheeks slightly reddened at her newfound attention.

The weeks leading up to this trip had been hectic. Melanie had to cater events almost every day and her business was suddenly taking off like wildfire. The word of mouth for her food and event planning was placing her in the perfect position to lead Seattle's event industry. This break was not coming at the best time for her business, but she couldn't wait to get her soul on this city, to party with her best friend Cassandra and to re-connect with her son Anthony who had been away at grad school and she hadn't seen for two years. Tomorrow was the big reunion day, but tonight would be her own adventure to experience.

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Chris and Melanie checked into the hotel separately. Melanie had insisted on separate rooms for the trip as she wanted to share a room with Cassandra since she was still getting over her recent divorce and wanted extra time with her oldest, dearest, friend. Chris had jumped on the request as the last thing he wanted was to have more uncomfortable time with Melanie trying to push himself on her. As Melanie entered her room, she quickly threw open the French doors to the balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. Despite the early afternoon hour, party-goers were already starting to fill the streets. Melanie needed to get clean after the long flight so decided it was time to slip out of her tight black skirt and white blouse before suddenly catching a glance of herself in the long mirror against the wall. She let her long, black hair down from her ponytail so that it gently rested over the tops of her breasts. As she removed her blouse her lacey pink bra, she noticed that her hard nipples were popping through her strands of shiny hair. Maybe it was the heat or the energy coming from the street, but she suddenly felt a tingle from between her legs and instinctively slipped off her thong to feel the warm wetness emerge from her soft, slightly swollen labia. Her fingers slid over her nipples and slowly over her flat stomach before reaching her clit to rub her juices gently around. She leaned forward and reached three fingers into her pussy, slowly pulling in and out as she let out a soft moan while listening to the music and laughter coming from the window. She had learned her body and needs so well with her own hands over the last few years. She continued to have needs and no other way to fulfill them. She loved her sense of self-discovery, enjoying the curiosity of how everything felt. She felt like she had found herself for the first time again. All she wanted was to be able to share this with others.

As she reached deeper and she let out a small shriek, there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute" she barely mustered from between her lips. "Luggage" said a young male voice with a hint of an accent from behind the door. Melanie was torn by the desire to finish what she had started and the obligation to see who was standing on the other side of the door. She barely got her blouse back on before there was another knock on the door. "Coming (or at least trying to she thought)". As she opened the door, she looked up into the eyes of a gorgeous, young, muscular creole with mesmerizing blue eyes and tight pants that hid nothing of his size. She quickly apologized for being late to getting to the door and welcomed him in with her bags. He smiled at her with a devilish grin, staring at her breasts as if he knew why her fingers were glistening and her thong and bra rested by the mirror. She managed a shy smile back before slipping him a five-dollar bill for delivering her bag safe and sound. She found herself barely able to breath as he brushed past her with his fingers gently touching the bare skin on her legs. "Enjoy the party," he said softly with a grin as he slipped out the door.

Melanie ran to the door and turned the lock. She quickly ripped her clothes off, jumped on the bed and finished what she started, cumming loudly as she thought about the young hands of the man who had delivered her luggage. She was surprised to hear a faint groan from the hallway as her body let loose a beautiful energetic shiver, but by the time she got to the peephole, there was nobody there. The phone suddenly rang. "Hello?" A familiar voice came from the other end. "Melanie? I am stuck in NY with the storm. Can't talk. But my flight won't land until early tomorrow morning. Have a great time without me this evening and leave a message at the front desk on where you will be just in case and I will try to join you there. Love you!" Ah, Cassandra. Not even a second to say hello back. As Melanie glanced at the clock, she now realized she would have the room, and the night, to herself. While she supposed she should probably check in with Chris, she really wanted this night for herself. She decided to cool off in the shower and decide where the night would take her.

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As she stepped out of the shower, dripping with joyful wetness, she glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled at the 48 year old body in front of her. She made her way out to her luggage and was surprised to see an envelope on the floor by her door. She went over and picked it up and slowly pulled the card out. It was an invitation to a private Mardi Gras party. The dress code was listed "young, colorful, wild and sexy" with feathered masks required. It promised to be the hottest event in New Orleans, invitation only. She wondered how the invitation had made its way under her door, who could have left it there. She took it as a sign and now knew where her first, and possible only stop of the night was taking her.

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As she began to go through her clothes and decide on what to wear, the phone rang again. When she answered, it was the voice she least wanted to hear. "So, I was thinking that I might just stay in tonight. I am tired from the flight and think sleep would be good. Are you ok if we don't go out?" What was she supposed to say to Chris? "That's totally fine. I may go take a walk for a bit and explore what's around us, but I am tired as well and am waiting for Cassandra to arrive anyway." This was the first response she could think of. "OK. See you tomorrow."

Chris was so excited by this response. The last thing he wanted was to go out to a dinner in silence with Melanie. He was sick of apologizing for meeting his needs with someone else. After all, it was a chore to have sex with Melanie. She was never wet anymore, she wouldn't suck his cock, no matter how soft or hard. He even spent countless moments sucking on her clit for nothing. He had resorted to fucking her only while she slept and he still wasn't sure whether her moaning was from him or from whomever she was dreaming about. He was grateful that she still wanted to take this vacation and that she insisted on sharing a room with Cassandra. He wished he could have shared the room with Cassandra. When she had visited them the last time and he caught her at a glance slipping on her sexy black stockings with that incredible lacey thong, he had been dreaming about having her from that moment on. Even the thought of her now as he sat in his room preparing for the night's adventure made him begin to slowly harden. Without thought, his hand reached down to his cock and he slowly began to stroke. The images of Cassandra, her heaving breasts, her supple lips, her dark glistening skin...it was too much for him to take and he immediately gushed a full load on the sheets under him. He was now ready for the night ahead.

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Melanie slipped on her purple negligee and thigh high lace stockings. She loved the way they gently rolled up the middle of her thighs and snapped into her garter clips. She decided to skip her thong for the evening and just go bare since the moist air blended so beautifully with the moisture between her legs. She had the perfect short black mini skirt that reached just below the top of her thigh-highs and a bright purple silk low cut top with an opening down her back to show the perfect amount of toned muscle and skin. She put her hair up with a few swirls cascading gently down her neck. She slipped on her 3 inch black "fuck me" heels, knowing that she could still dance the night away and slip them off quickly as needed or use them as a painful weapon if the streets got the worst of her.

Melanie wrote a note to Cassandra letting her know exactly where she would be. She quickly dropped it at the front desk. As Melanie slipped out of the hotel's revolving door, she noticed the hot, young guy who brought her the luggage earlier staring at her legs. He was licking his lips and if she did not know better, noticed a slight bulge coming from his tight pants. She smiled to herself knowing that she was embarking on a fascinating adventure for the evening, no matter what happened. When she felt the blast of heat and energy as she exited the hotel, she was amazed at how she smelled sex in the air. Everything around her smelled sweet and sensual. She was able to easily grab a taxi and gave him the address from the card before leaning back against the seat and taking a deep breath into her heaving breasts. "First time in New Orleans?" inquired the driver. "Yes", said Melanie in a voice that sounded strange to her ears. She found that her stomach was fluttering as she spoke and her voice had dropped into a sultrier and shakier tone as she considered the night ahead. "Well you have chosen the most amazing section of town to venture to tonight. It's Mardi Gras and sex is in the air my lovely." Melanie smiled at the driver's openness. She wondered if he could read her mind - a bit of voodoo in the mix of the city heat.

As they pulled up in front of a beautiful, historic New Orleans mansion, Melanie was surprised when a gorgeous silk-covered blue hand reached down to help her step out of the car. She looked up into the sparkling grey eyes of the sexiest woman she had ever laid eyes on. She suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach, goose bumps on her arms and moisture between her thighs. She was surprised - she could not think of a time that a woman had made her feel this way, other than perhaps Cassandra. And the woman had not even said a word -- just the touch of her hand was enough to make her shiver. Melanie smiled shyly hoping the woman did not notice how much of an impact she felt. She could feel her cheeks immediately redden as her mind raced for even a word to utter that would hide what was going on inside of her. Luckily Melanie did not have to say a word. "Welcome to the house of desires and destiny," the woman whispered by her ear. "Do you have an invitation somewhere on that gorgeous body of yours?" Melanie shivered deeply before reaching into her purse to slip out her invitation. After handing it to the beauty in front of her, the woman leaned down and gently kissed her lips before grabbing her hand and leading her to the front door. "Have the night of your life. Any fantasy can come true here. Welcome to New Orleans."

Melanie made her way inside the mansion as the door gently closed behind her. As she walked down the long, grand hallway, she soon began to hear the music that was starting to define the city for her. The smooth call of a trumpet led her into a dark, candle lit ballroom. She heard the sounds of others before she saw anything. The sounds were intense -- deep moans, soft giggles, pounding hearts -- all an intoxicating rhythm. She felt eyes working the room and felt the wildness of the excitement. Everyone was in mask, making her own experience more personal. She somehow knew she was safe, enveloped by the warmth of the wet, sultry air. It was as if the city was speaking to her, telling her to come in deeper, to be embraced in the erotic energy opening the door for her. She slowly made her way around to the dance floor and quickly felt the strong arms of a masked man around her, sweeping her in seductive circles around the floor. She was suddenly passed to another set of arms that moved themselves in subtle ways over her breasts and hips. Next she felt herself between two bodies, one behind and one in front and quickly found the warm breath on her neck intoxicating. As she was passed on from body to body, embraced by arms, legs, lips and breath, she knew that she was open to anything this night was going to present. She felt a breath between her legs and into her gut that told her that this night was hers for the taking. She was ready to teach, to learn to be a part of something organic and orgasmic.

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"Anthony -- you have to check this out!" shouted his best friend Tim from across the hotel lobby. Anthony was tired after the road trip, cooped up in a compact car with the four other grad students he had been on an adventure with, but one week later and he was ready for some serious space. Here they were, finally in New Orleans for the true Mardi Gras adventure. And while he was excited about seeing his parents after so long, he was even more excited to get some female companionship for the night. Surrounded by testosterone for a week made him want this even more. He was even willing to pay for it and had heard the city would be most giving for those with a forgiving wallet. While his grad school budget was tight, the promise of his post-grad job was already letting him breathe on his finances a bit. He knew that he would have to find someone with their own room since he had to share with his friends, but knew that the possibilities were there. Just thinking about it was making his tight jeans bulge a bit. He was finally coming into his own after all of these years and just wanted an older woman to really show him the ropes.

He told his friends he was going out for air and would text them later. He walked over to the hotel bar and ordered a shot of tequila to wet his lips. The bartender was a hot young girl, clearly used to a barrage of men hitting on her all day and dressed for the part. Her tight, low cut dress would get her many, many tips. Anthony caught her eye and ordered his drink. He quickly noticed her nametag. Her sexy voice and accent made it clear she was from the area. As she returned with the shot, Anthony said, "Thank you Acadia. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure gorgeous, ask away." "I am just getting to the amazing city and want a chance to experience Mardi Gras in a whole new way. Do you have any local suggestions for parties or events that may help me understand the true vibe of this place?" As he asked, Anthony had a twinkle in his eye. He hoped that she would understand his subtleties in this request. After all, he couldn't just ask a beautiful girl where to find older women who would want to have sex with him. His cock was throbbing now as he lusted after Acadia's amazing tits that had hardened and could just be seen through her dress. A slow, sexy grin began to form across her shimmering wet lips. "Wait here a minute and enjoy your drink. I will be right back." Anthony was left wondering where she could possibly be going after he asked his question.

Anthony downed his shot and turned around to see who else was in the bar that evening. It was just after dinnertime so the crowd was still sparse. A mix of desperation and excitement seemed to hang in the air. He began to chuckle as an inebriated older woman with giant breasts suddenly came running through the bar topless yelling, "Give me all your beads boys!" as all the men (and women) in the bar proceeded to throw beads over her head one by one. Just as quickly as she entered the bar she left, achieving what she came for.

He had almost forgotten about Acadia when he turned back towards the bar. Sitting on the bar in front of him was another shot and an envelope with a note on top that read, "Enjoy a night you will never forget. You only live once. Acadia" He looked down the bar but Acadia was nowhere to be seen and a different bartender had appeared. He called the bartender over and asked where Acadia had gone. He asked who Acadia was. When Anthony mentioned that she was a bartender that has just served him a drink, the bartender gave him a strange look and said there had not been a bartender of that name at this place for over 20 years.

Anthony quickly left the bar and opened the envelope. It was an invitation to a private party at a historic New Orleans home. It said that it was Invitation Only and no guests allowed. After glancing over the details of the dress code and location, he made his way to his room to jump in the shower and get ready. As he rinsed his tight, naked muscles, he realized that his cock was still hard from all of the teasing and potential. His hand immediately dropped down and he began to rub slow and steady while he thought about his fantasies for the night. He considered all of the hot, older women he had seen on the streets on their way into town. He pictured all of the exposed breasts, the low short skirts, the sexy music...within moments he was squirting cum all over the shower walls as he released from the pent up week. He cleaned up, jumped out of the shower and quickly got into the sexiest outfit he had before heading out of the hotel into a taxi. As he told the taxi driver the address, the taxi driver got a smile on his face and said "nice choice -- hope you're ready."

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Cassandra was thrilled to be getting off the plane finally. The extra $200 she paid the guy to get his seat was worth every penny. As she made her way to the front desk, she quickly asked if there were any messages waiting for her and was thrilled when the clerk passed her two envelopes - one with Melanie's writing on the front. Inside was a note from Melanie indicating that she had gone to a party and that she would catch up with Cassandra in the morning. The second was an invitation to a Mardi Gras party at an old mansion in the city. She already felt so at home, just knowing her best friend was in the same city somewhere. The last time they had connected had felt so different. She remembered her trip to Seattle as if it were yesterday. Melanie had picked her up from the airport and Cassandra was a total wreck. Her marriage had just ended and she really needed companionship. She had felt untouched for years. Melanie looked amazing and had listened with such honest love. After the airport, they had gone to a private bar at her hotel. She had never intended for anything to happen. She and Melanie had been going through terrible marriages with terrible men. It was clear that Melanie was ready to divorce her husband as well, but she wanted to build up savings with her business first. When they went back to Cassandra's hotel room, they continued to talk about their hopes and dreams. Talk quickly turned to their sexual needs and desires -- the hope to be adored and ravaged completely by a partner, to want passion and long hours of sex in every way possible. To experiment with new things they had never tried before. Cassandra found herself feeling wet immediately and made a subtle joke to Melanie about it. Melanie said she was feeling the same way. Both women giggled and then looked at each other. Before asking or thinking, they were suddenly kissing, their tongues dancing deeply in each others mouths and feeling the hardness in each others nipples as they embraced. This had lasted for what seemed like a beautiful eternity when Melanie jumped up and said she needed to get back home. They had not spoken about that night since it happened, but Cassandra felt Melanie looking at her in a new way the rest of the trip. This secret they now shared left Cassandra wanting more. The thought of exploring with a woman was so enticing to her - especially Melanie, who she trusted more than anyone else on earth.