A bunch of us went to Bourbon Street to enjoy the Mardi Gras craziness.

It was really crowded that Sunday before Fat Tuesday, and we were having a ball catching beads from the people on the balconies. As the day wore on and the daiquiris took their toll, we girls were readily flashing our tits for beads.

After a while we found ourselves in the gay section of the Quarter. I kidded my husband, Ron, about showing something for beads; he laughed and pointed to one balcony that had mostly women. The way I was dressed was getting a lot of attention from that particular balcony. I had on skintight leather pants and a red sweater. What they couldn’t see was the red bra and thong. I’m tall, five-nine, blonde, and wear a C-cup. I have a tanning bed at home, so I keep tan all year long.

Ron kept daring me to flash the balcony of women, so I did. I pulled up my sweater and gave them a glimpse of the red bra. I was pelted with beads as they yelled to me to show my tits. I looked at Ron, and he said to go for it, which I did, and they almost killed me with all those beads.

We all started back down Bourbon Street. The crowd was so thick that he and I quickly lost the rest of our group. A couple of blocks down I lost Ron too, so I headed for our designated meeting place. I was waiting for a lull in the traffic so I could cross one of the side streets when a limo pulled up and stopped in front of me. The door opened and an attractive dark-haired woman said, “Hop in.” I jumped right in, and the limo lurched forward.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Tina. I saw you from the balcony and wanted to meet you. I hope you don’t mind.” She held out her hand and I took it. It was really small and felt so soft in my own. She put her other hand on my leg and told me how much she loved the feel of leather. I wasn’t the least bit intimidated by her being so forward. In fact, I was enjoying the attention.

She was about my age and almost my height. She wore a sweater, no bra, and a miniskirt. Her long legs were bare. She told me how much she liked my boobs. The more she complimented me, the harder her nipples pressed against her sweater. I felt my own nipples growing as she talked to me and stroked my leg. She put a hand to the back of my head, and, without warning, pressed her lips to mine. At first I was shocked, but I didn’t pull away. Her lips were soft, and we remained locked in that kiss for a long time. Her other hand was now caressing one of my tits through my sweater.

All this attention got to me. I was becoming wet between my legs. I slid my hand under Tina’s sweater and cupped her breast. That was the signal she was looking for; her tongue slid into my mouth and she raised my sweater above my bra. I returned the tongue action as she expertly unhooked my bra.

I took her face in my hands and guided her lips to my breast. I moaned as she pulled the nipple between her lips and let her teeth nip ever so lightly on it. She moved to face me in the limousine, nudged my legs open, and put her arms around me. I was so hot now that I pressed her head tight to my breasts, encouraging her to increase the pressure and pleasure on my nipples. My pussy soon got so wet that I was afraid I was going to stain the crotch of my leather pants.

For the first time in my life, I was certain I was going to get off just from having my nipples sucked. I wanted to reach down and touch myself because my cunt was screaming for attention. That was when I felt her fingers working the zipper on my pants, and without a second thought I raised my hips so she could pull the pants down. She worked them all the way past my knees before I helped her out some. I was left in my thong, bra, and sweater. I got rid of my bra and sweater in a flash, then pulled hers over her head.

Her nipples were sticking out, beckoning me to reach out and touch them.

I took each brown beauty in my fingers and squeezed it. She jumped, then did the same to my nipples. She stared at my crotch and said, “Your tummy is so flat. I love your red thong.”

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I took her face in my hands again and gently but firmly pressed her down in the direction I wanted her to go. I slid to the edge of the seat as she lowered her face between my legs.

I felt her fingers playing across the thin material of my thong as she kissed around my pubic area. I spread my legs wide open and said, “Tina, do me now, or I’m going to lose it.”

Her finger slid past the thin silk covering my pussy and touched my pussy lips. “Oh my, you are so wet,” she said as she let one of her long fingers slide into me. Another probing finger searched for my clit.

I moaned and said, “I have the feeling I’m going to get a lot wetter.” That’s when she finally took pity on me. She lowered her head, sniffed, told me how wonderful I smelled, and slid her tongue deep into my aching pussy. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me as hard as I could. I let go of her nipples and used my fingers to spread myself wide open, exposing my clit to her hungry mouth. All the teasing and fooling around ended.

Tina pulled my clit between her lips and began to suck on it. Lights went off in my head. I pushed my ass up off the seat. I felt my orgasm coming from deep inside me, rushing to get out. “Oh shit, yes, now, I’m coming, eat me, Tina!”

It gushed from me. My pussy pulsed as my orgasm flowed. Wave after wave came over me as this wonderful woman brought me to a high that was beyond anything I could have dreamed of.

After what seemed like minutes, she gave my slit one last flick of her tongue and got back on her knees. I looked down. Her skirt had ridden all the way up and her white panties were soaked. She saw me looking and said, “When you came, I came with you.”

I asked her if I could do anything for her, but before I could, she said, “You’d better get dressed — we’re almost back to where we started.”

I hurriedly put myself back in order just as the car door opened. My husband was there with his hand outstretched. I took it and stepped out onto Bourbon Street and back into the crowd. I turned around to say good-bye. She handed me a card, smiled, and closed the door, saying, “Call me sometime.” The card was from a limo service and the owner’s name was Tina.

Ron and I soon found the rest of our friends and finished off the night.

All that he said was, “Tell me about it later.”