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I was on a mini-vacation in New Orleans, sitting at a small table in the crowded Café du Monde, eating a beignet and drinking a tall cappuccino. Today was Saturday. I had until Sunday afternoon of leisure time left before my flight back to my home in Miami.I had planned on spending the rest of my day shopping in the French Quarter and hitting some of the bars along Bourbon Street later that evening.As I sat thoroughly enjoying my breakfast while listening to a jazz quartet, my serenity was interrupted by a deep southern voice saying, “May I share your table? It seems there is a full house here today.”I looked up to see a striking figure of a man smiling down at me. He was tall and incredibly built. His skin was the color of mocha that matched his eyes.He had a brilliant smile with the whitest teeth I had ever seen. He wore tight jeans and a white sports shirt that set off his color beautifully.I glanced around, and it seemed that he was right. The place was packed. Being a woman who doesn’t pass up a good thing when I see it, I said, “Of course, please have a seat.”I watched as he moved the chair back and sat opposite me. He moved like a big jungle cat, graceful and dangerous. God, he was gorgeous!After he sat, he reached across the table to shake my hand. “Thank you, my name is Jimmy.” His long fingers wrapped around my hand when we shook.“Nice to meet you, Jimmy. I’m Reyanna,” I replied. “Are you a local?”He laughed and said, “Yes, I am. How can you tell?”“Your Creole accent gives you away.”“I have lived here all my life. My decedents are French and South African. What about you?” He enquired and flashed that brilliant smile again that caused my belly to flutter.“Pure Irish and visiting from Florida. I’m just here for a short getaway. I have to return tomorrow.”“What a shame. I don’t have much time to know you,” my newfound stranger said.“You want to get to know me? Why?” I curiously asked.“That is what a man does when he meets a beautiful woman,” he flirtatiously replied. “Maybe we can spend some of your remaining time together.”I thought about it for a moment. Did I want to spend the rest of my time doing the things I planned or spend the rest of my time getting to know this man? His presence alone made my pussy tingle, and my nipples stand on end.“Well, I did have Ankara bayan escort some things planned for the day,” I said, trying to sound cool.“Like what?” He asked.“I was planning on shopping and hitting some of the jazz and blues bars later this evening.”“Why don’t we do it together?” He suggested.“I have to go back to my room and change first.”“Please, let me escort you there. Where are you staying?”“At an old inn in the French Quarter, just a couple of blocks from here.”He was giving me his full attention. I watched him looking me over, first into my green eyes, my long silky red hair that men love to wrap their fists around and pull on while they fuck me from behind. It was a brief thought that came to me while looking at him.His eyes looked at my breasts and focused on my cleavage between the open buttons of my blouse. If he was like most men, he was probably thinking, Hmm, perfectly sized, soft, and kissable. I wonder what color those nipples are. Would they grow long and puckered between my lips?I knew right from the start that I couldn’t trust myself around this man, and my instincts told me that as soon as we got to my room, he would make a move on me. Maybe that’s what I wanted. I remembered waking up horny that morning and tried to ignore it. But this man reawakened it.After finishing our breakfast, we strolled back to the old inn where I was staying. I invited Jimmy into my room, and he stopped to observe the surroundings. His gaze focused on the large iron-rail antique bed. He noticed the armoire and said, “Very nice.”Then he turned and noticed the large, claw-foot bathtub through the opened door of the washroom, and I heard him suck in his breath.“Incredible, right?” I gleefully responded.“I could think of some things to do in that tub, woman.”“Beyond bathing?” I teased, looking up at him.“Baby, if you want to bathe, let me be your sponge,” he said with a look in his eyes that weakened my knees. His response was immediate, and it rattled my brain. What do you say to something like that?I touched his arm and ran my fingers lightly up and down the length of his arm. I ran my fingers over his hand, tracing his long fingers with mine.“I like those big hands of yours, Jimmy. I’ll think about it,” I finally responded to his Escort bayan Ankara seductive suggestion.He hesitated no longer and thrilled me with a kiss, planting his pillowy lips against my glossy-red lips. “Mmm,” I moaned and opened my mouth to let his tongue slide over mine. He wrapped me in his arms and jerked me against him as the kiss deepened, and I ran my hands down the slope of his back. After that long, deep kiss, our lips slowly parted.“I think I’ll go to the washroom to change,” I said to him. “There are some mini bottles of alcohol in the armoire. Help yourself. I’ll be a few minutes.”My temperature had risen to a hundred-and-three, and my head filled with lust. I wasn’t even thinking straight. It wasn’t until I stepped into the washroom and closed the door behind me that I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Then my eyes set upon the old antique tub, and I remembered what Jimmy had said about being my sponge.I reached down and turned on the faucets to fill the tub. I poured in some cherry blossom bubble bath powder and got undressed. When the tub was half-filled, I slipped down into the water and leaned my back against the smooth porcelain, low enough to where the bubbles barely covered my nipples. I rested my arms on the rim of the tub. And adding to my alluring looks, I lifted my right leg out of the water with a slight bend of my knee and my pointed toes bracing the rim of the tub.“Jimmy, would you come in here for a minute?” I called out for him.A couple of seconds later, Jimmy came through the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he said when he found his voice.“You said you wanted to be my sponge, and I told you I’d think about it,” I said in a soft sexy voice.“I can see you have,” he said as he came closer to the tub. He got down on his knees next to the tub and said, “Sit up, baby. Let me wash your back.”“Not unless you take your clothes off,” I said, testing his bravery and my curiosity over his cock.He stood up and teased me in the slow process of unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. His dark skin accentuated his brawny chest and ripped abs. He slipped off his sandals and stood there looking at my anxious eyes as he slowly undid the belt of his jeans. He Bayan escort Ankara smiled as he slowly pulled down his zipper, knowing what I was longing to see it. He slowly pulled his jeans down his hips to where his thick curly pubes began to show. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He pulled them lower, and his mighty cock came into view.“Is this what you wanted to see?” He asked.His cock hung like the trunk of an elephant. It was at least ten inches long, as black as a chock board, and a foreskin that funneled beyond the head of his cock. My saliva thickened in my mouth, and I licked my lips at the sight of it.“Quite impressive,” was all I could manage to say.He took his jeans the rest of the way off and proudly revealed his masculinity. Then he knelt at the side of the tub. “Now, sit up,” he said.He grabbed a soft sponge and gently ran it across my shoulders, then down my back.“Mmm, that feels nice,” I cooed and bent forward for him to wash further down.He put his hand on my shoulder and had me sit up to where the bubbles ran down my tits and dripped off my wet nipples.“Mmm, nice tits,” he said as he ran the sponge under my breasts, circled my left breast, then my right breast, and finally across my nipples that swelled against the texture of the sponge. He ran the sponge down the center of my belly and lost it when it reached my pelvis. His fingers took over from there, easing between my wet thighs, running them over my clit and down my slit.My eyes closed, and my head dropped back with a sigh coming from my parted lips as his fingers continued to explore my pussy. My legs widened, and I felt his finger slip into my waiting pussy. My back rested against the porcelain, and I groaned as his long finger eased inside my hot cavern.“You like that baby?” he asked as he slowly moved his finger in and out.”“Oh, yes,” I sighed.“Imagine how my cock is going to feel,” he said as he slipped a second finger inside my tight pussy.I groaned and turned my head to face him. He was kneeling straight up, high enough for me to see eye-level with his cock, which was now half-erected. Hunger-struck, I turned sideways in the tub and reached my hand around the divine creature that was rising for me. I leaned forward, pulled the foreskin back, and immediately took his cock into my mouth.“Mmmmmm,” I moaned with longing as I drew his mammoth meat between my tongue and palate. He reached down and played with my tits, twisting and pulling my nipples as my head bobbed back and forth, savoring the raw flavor of his cock. I reached my other hand between his legs and massaged his ball while I sucked his cock.
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