Throw Me Something Mister

Hello everyone, my name is Dorion. As a local to southeast Louisiana, Mardi Gras is always a great time to be had. I've lived near New Orleans my entire life, and I have to say that carnival time is one of the best things to experience. I started going out to Mardi Gras as a child with my family. I loved seeing the bright lights and colors of the floats and costumes. And it was even better at night, that's when the city really came alive. Now, like I said before, as a child I enjoyed the floats, parades, and costumes. But as I became older (after sixteen), I started experiencing the more carnal side of Mardi Gras.After regularly attending Mardi Gras as I got older, I found a new thing to be excited about and experience every year, tourists. Every year hundreds of thousands of people come to New Orleans, looking to let loose and experience everything the city has to offer. People from all walks of life, you name it, they were there. Everyone from college girls to retirees, everyone loved to experience the culture of Mardi Gras. And the selection of women is as diverse as the cuisine in the city. But my favorite type of tourists are older women. Although I usually experienced a new woman every year, their stories were all the same. A married woman with kids on a girls' trip with a few friends looking to let loose and get away from minivans and coloring books.They always said they wanted to experience the city in depth and I loved providing that experience. You would be amazed at how wild some of these women could get, because they were in a new city and away from home. When they were in New Orleans anything, and I do mean anything goes.Now, normally I got the usual, "I'm married and I've never done anything like this," or my personal favorite, "I was drunk and don't remember what happened."But in reality, we both knew they were just looking for an excuse to let out their primal desires and go a little crazy. Now, I have many stories like this and may share a few more, but for now, I'll just share this one that stands out. This story takes place in 2017.I was twenty-four at the time. My friends and I had made a habit out of visiting Mardi Gras solely for the purpose of fucking tourists. This started in high school and just became something we've done ever since. Mardi Gras is in February, but New Orleans is always lively. We lived one town over and would always just Uber over to the city. We would spend some time in the French Quarter until we landed some tourists Ankara bayan escort and spent the rest of that day with them. After the third or fourth time, this act became second nature.Normally tourists are told to be cautious of strangers, because New Orleans, unfortunately, has a crime problem. But my friends and I were regulars in some bars and such, so bartenders and workers would vouch for us. The way things went, we would go to the local day bars or lunch spots and scan for a group of women. Almost like a game, we would scout and try to find some agreeable ladies. This never took long, mainly because all of us are quite attractive. So it was a win-win for all parties involved. The women got attention from attractive young men and we were setting up to fuck some milfs, respectfully.I'll admit, this particular outing was more exciting than others. We had arrived in the quarters around one o'clock on Fat Tuesday. We walked around and put out some bait and had some promising responses. We had exchanged a few numbers and got some social media contacts like Instagram and Snapchat. We even had lunch with a few women throughout the afternoon. After collecting several numbers which would end up keeping me busy for the next week or so. One woman, in particular, caught my attention.Her name was Emily, mmm, Emily Morten. At the time she was forty-eight, she was five foot four and very sexy. She was white with brown hair and light hazel eyes. She was married to her husband Keith, they were college sweethearts and had four children, but you couldn't tell by her build. Emily wasn't fat, but what we call thick in the south. Nice legs, thick thighs, and a small waist, with just a little flab and sagging. She looked like she trained CrossFit to shake her baby weight from what I could tell. Her story was stereotypical to me: a bored housewife coming to Mardi Gras to get away from her boring life to have some fun. We met at one of the daiquiri shops and started talking. She gave me her backstory and asked if I could tell her some interesting spots to visit and I obliged. We finished our drinks and went our separate ways.A few hours went by and Emily was still on my mind. Luckily, I ran into Emily and one of her friends later on that afternoon. It was getting dark but the city was alive and well."Hey, I thought that was you, remember me from earlier?" I asked."Hey, yeah I remember you, Dorion, right?""Correct, and you're Emily, Escort bayan Ankara good seeing you again," I responded."Likewise, by the way, this is my friend, Wendy.""Hello, good seeing you again, Dorion," Wendy said."Same, so what are y'all up to?" I asked."Just enjoying the city about to walk and catch a Parade, and you?" Emily asked."Same, do you mind if I walk with you?" I asked."Sure we could use the company, and you can keep us from getting lost, lol," Emily replied."Okay, let's get to it."We walked about three blocks before we caught the next parade. I can't remember which one, but it was a sight and so was Emily. She was wearing short cutoff jean shorts that showed off her toned ass and a crop top, she was looking rather sexy. Her friend Wendy was attractive also, but I wanted Emily.When we got to the next parade we found a spot where there weren't too many people standing around. This gave us a good shot at catching some good throws. I could see the excitement in Emily's eyes, as she'd never seen anything like this. She was taking everything in and asking questions. While we were standing around, a brass band passed by and played a few numbers. I asked her to dance and she accepted. We moved for a little bit with a few others joining in. I even offered my hand to Wendy but she declined. After about three songs everyone tossed the band a few dollars and they went on their way."Oh my, that was nice," Emily said."Yeah, that music has a lot of culture in it. And you moved pretty well to it," I said."Thanks, you weren't too bad yourself," she said smiling.Soon it was dark and the night parades started rolling. By this time, Wendy was ready to leave and was tugging at Emily."Hey girl, I think we should head back to the room, come on.""Really, I'm still having fun, let's stay out a little longer," Emily responded.I took a moment to interject."There's a lot more to come, but if you want I'll walk y'all back to your room,""Thanks, Dorion, but I think we can manage," she said with a slight attitude.Wendy pulled Emily away for a moment. I'm sure to remind her she's married and has kids."What a cockblock," I thought to myself.They talked for a few minutes, then Wendy said "Fine, I'll see you back at the room,"Emily walked back over and we spent the next few hours catching beads and other trinkets. It started getting late and I told Emily I should walk her back to her hotel. She agreed and we started on our way. During Bayan escort Ankara the walk, we told each other about ourselves and got pretty informed. There was a slight chill by now and Emily snuggled into me to keep warm."Wow, it got chilly really fast," she said with a slight shiver."Yeah, even though it's humid, the temperature drops quickly because we're near the water," I said.I could feel Emily rubbing me with her hands as she gripped my arm. We got to the hotel and I was about to bid Emily a goodnight when she stopped me."Wait, I don't want to put all this in the room. Can you walk me to the car so I can put all this away?" she asked."Sure, I don't mind."We got on the elevator in the parking garage and made our way to the car. Emily opened the trunk to the SUV and began taking off her beads and piling in everything she caught. I couldn't help but look at her toned ass as she leaned over."See something you like?" she said with a wink."Absolutely, I do."Emily climbed out of the car and stopped right in front of me. We locked eyes and the tension was so thick, it was almost unbearable. With a swift motion, I grabbed the back of her head and pressed my lips against hers. We kissed and grabbed each other in an almost, primal way. I turned Emily around and gave her ass a hard slap.SMACKIt was hard enough she felt it through her jean shorts and hissed.While she was turned around I pressed her against the car and began pulling her jeans down."Oh God, what are we doing, this is insane, we barely know each other," she said with hesitation.I ignored her and yanked her shorts and underwear down."Oh goodness, what if someone sees us?" her fear of getting caught was quite amusing.I kneeled down and planted several kisses on her ass, before spreading her cheeks."Oh God, we have to stop, I'm married, I shouldn't be doing this," she said breathing heavily.I paused with my face inches from her ass and looked up at her. She looked back into my eyes with two emotions: a burning want that would melt the sun, and a look of regret for wanting it so badly."Emily, I won't do anything you don't want me to. If you say stop, I'll stop right now and leave, just let me know what you want,"And with that, Emily still looking into my eyes gave me the green light."I want this so bad, fuck me, fuck me like a whore," she said.And with that, I spread her ass wide and began licking her hole. Up and down her ass crack and even trying to push my tongue inside. Emily seemed to be enjoying this by the sounds she made."Oh fuck, Jesus, that feels so good baby, lick my ass, don't stop, please don't stop," she screamed out.I took this time to slip a few fingers inside of her, as I continued my assault on her asshole."Wow, Dorion, that feels so good, I've never felt anything like this before," she moaned.