Earlier that day, we had closed a very important sale to a large New Orleans hospital, and afterward we had celebrated with dinner at a very elegant (and expensive) restaurant near the French Quarter. As the lead programmer on the project we had sold, I had been pressed into demonstrating it to the customer when one of our sales people had become sick, and I was still winding down from the extreme nervousness I had felt the whole time. Karen, another salesperson with our company, handled all the sales stuff and completed the deal. She had been dressed for business, but her suit could not fully hide her incredible figure, and now I could not get the recurring fantasies of her out of my mind. It did not help that she was so open and friendly to me during the trip!
After dinner, we noticed that large throngs of people were making their way toward the French Quarter. We were in New Orleans in the middle of Carnival, but we did not expect to be able to see much (if any) of it, with such a demanding, painstaking sale at stake. But it had ended more quickly than expected, and we had nothing left to do until out flight home the next day, so we returned to our hotel rooms, changed into more comfortable clothes for the unusually warm evening, then hit the streets and followed the crowd into the Quarter.
I could not help stealing glances at Karen as she walked beside me. She had put on a plain white T-shirt, with a white bra quite visible underneath, holding her ample bosom proudly. Her faded blue denim shorts hugged her incredible ass, and her beautiful smooth sexy legs were fully exposed to the world (and my questing eyes!). I wanted to slide my hands up and down them, feeling that supple skin...
There was a very festive mood to the crowds around us, with a lot of music, shouting and laughter. Throngs of people came and went down side streets, and it was difficult to determine the center of whatever was going on. One member of a group of young women ahead of us turned around and beckoned us to follow them. "Come on, this way!" Karen looked at me and shrugged. "Might as well!" I told her. So we followed the group in front of us as they turned off onto a particularly crowded-looking side street, and then made another turn onto a street that paralleled the original.
I looked up at a row of balconies that protruded from the buildings lining the street, and immediately something hit me in the face and slid down my chest. "Mine!" someone shouted, and grabbed the slithering object off of me before it got to my waist. It took a moment for me to ascertain what it was: a string of shiny beads, forming a loop like a necklace, only several times longer. The girl who grabbed it put it around her neck, on top of what seemed like a mountain of beads growing from her shoulders.
As I continued to look around, I noticed that these beads were everywhere, and in many different colors. I turned to Karen to ask if she knew what the beads were for, just in time to hear a chorus of catcalls and watch several strings sail down to her from a group of partyers on the balcony above.
"What was all that about?" I asked her.
She giggled and smiled at me. "Oh, did you miss it? I’m sorry. This is great!!"
"What is?" I asked.
"Just watch the crowds!" she shouted back over the rising din.
I started looking around more, and noticed two ladies beckoning to another group on a balcony. There were holding up fingers in various combinations, seemingly negotiating with the people above, as if they were traders at a stock exchange. Then each girl grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and together they tugged upward, exposing their bare breasts. A chorus of cheers and whistles emanated from the crowd, and strings of beads rained down on the ladies as they lowered their shirts. They were giggling and laughing and shouting things to the crowd around them and apparently having a great time. I certainly enjoyed watching!
Cheers erupted immediately to my left, and I turned just in time to see Karen tugging her shirt down over her chest as beads hit the ground around her. I called to her, "did you just…?"
She laughed. "You missed it again! Come here and watch!" She bent over to scoop up her prizes, and I could not help staring at her beautiful butt. Oh to have her sitting on my lap while I fondle those boobs...
I stood next to her and looked up at the party above us. One lady was doing a slow, sensual dance, occasionally lifting her shirt and squeezing her tits together, to the obvious delight of the crowd (and the male partyers next to her!). Karen grabbed one of her strings and heaved it up to the balcony.
"So people trade beads for a good show here?" I said lamely. "Duh!" she replied with another giggle, as she gestured to two guys above who were shouting things at her like "take it off! Come on!"
"Here goes!" she said, and tugged her shirt and bra up to her neck. I stared, mesmerized, as her big boobs flopped out and jiggled to and fro. Her nipples were big and erect, surrounded by large, puffy areolae. The loudest cheers I had yet heard erupted all around us, and beads flew at Karen from everywhere. She pulled her shirt down and bent down to scoop up the beads, and after a moment to snap out of my reverie I kneeled down to help her.
"Have you done this before?" I asked as I handed her a double handful of beads.
"No, but a friend told me all about it! I was really hoping I could come here at least one night. I tried extra hard to close that deal quickly today!"
As I straightened up, I could feel my hard cock strain against the crotch of my pants. This was shaping up to be quite an interesting evening!
Karen walked around behind me and grabbed my shoulders. "Let me get up!" she said.
"Huh?"
"On your shoulders! Let me get on your shoulders!"
Wow! I squatted down, and after some awkward moments she managed to clamber up, and with a might heave I got to my feet. My hands automatically went to her legs to support her, and my crotch became even tighter. Her silky smooth legs felt so good under my hands and pressing against the sides of my head! I imagined her luscious chest hanging right over my head, too. If she leaned forward any, her boobs would almost certainly press against my scalp, mmmmm…
"Now what?" I asked, but I don’t think she heard me over the shouts of "take it off!!" all around us. I could hear Karen giggling above me, and squirming all about; I think she was waving or gesticulating to people.
Then I felt a shift in her balance, and all around me a great cheer erupted. I tried to look up, but I could not tilt my head back far enough to see what she was doing. But it was driving the guys around us wild, and camera flashes were going off constantly. I immediately wanted to ask someone to please send me copies of the pictures!
Beads bonked me in the face, and I grabbed at what I could and handed them up to my companion. "I wish I could see this!" I shouted.
"Go over there. That way!" She pointed to a storefront with a big plate-glass window. It took me a moment in all the din to understand why, then I realized the window was quite reflective. "Yes!" I made my way through the crowd, which was chanting "Again! Again!" and waving strings of beads at us.
I stood in the middle of the street, facing the window, and now could see Karen on top of me, lit up by a street lamp just a few feet above us. The crowd surged about and surrounded us, and it was lucky that I was taller than average or I would have lost my view of the reflecting window!
The chanting grew louder, and then as I watched her in the window, she yanked her shirt up and unfastened her bra, letting it drop on top of my head. As people cheered and beads rained down, I could see hands reaching for her chest, groping at those huge mountains of titflesh. Lucky fingers sank into her boobs, squeezing and twisting and pressing them inward and upward. Other hands covered those hands, competing for every exposed inch of her breasts! And through the din I could hear Karen’s gleeful laughter. She was loving it!
After a half a minute or so, she tugged her shirt down, playfully batting away horny hands that did not want to leave. I held up her bra and the beads I had caught, but she said, "please hold them for me!"
The chanting had started up again, and Karen shouted, "again?!"
The crowd roared, "yes!!"
With that, she yanked her shirt up over her head and completely off. I watched in the reflecting window as her boobs flailed all about, then were pounced upon by legions of hands. They groped and fondled and squeezed. I tried to sneak one hand up there myself, but there were too many arms in the way. Damn! I wanted to badly to feel her luscious titflesh between my fingers.
Karen started losing her balance and keeled backward. I backpedaled, trying to stay under her, but she tilted further and further back until she was sticking straight out behind me. I turned to the side just enough to see her in the window again, and saw that people were holding her up while they continued to have their way with her breasts. One guy managed to get his head in there, and started sucking on one delicious nipple. Soon his whole face was buried in her breast, and my cock was aching, it was so hard!!!
Her legs started to slip off of my shoulders, and I quickly got down to my knees. The crowd around Karen helped her down, even as the one lucky guy continued to munch on her right breast, and a couple of hands shared the other one. She had a hand behind the guy’s head, stroking it lightly. Wow! This girl was insatiable!
Somehow the whole thing came to a peaceful end in less than a minute, and she managed to extricate herself from the horny throng. Somebody handed her a dark blue shirt that was not the one she had worn before, and she slipped it on. It was too small, and did not go all the way down to her naval, but let just a little bit of the bottom of her breasts show. Her boobs stretched the fabric tight, and I thought that if they jiggled too much they would rip right through. It was mind-blowing to look at. I still had her bra in my hand, and I absent-mindedly stuffed it in a pocket.
If I could not have her, I was going to at least have one hell of a masturbation session that night! I honestly expected the latter. She probably had some hunky friend in town. Or something.
"I think I better go now," she said to me. "Let’s get back to the hotel!"
"Okay," I responded. She grabbed my hand, and together we strolled out of the French Quarter and managed to find our hotel.
My cock nearly burst through my pants when she walked right past her room, her hand still in mine. She did not say anything. I unlocked the door to my room, and we entered.
She went to the bed and sat on the edge. As I walked toward her I asked, "why did you want to come back so soon? Were they hurting you?" I was genuinely concerned – her boobs were getting some rough treatment out there!
She giggled and sighed, then started speaking as she pulled the too-small shirt off over her head and lay back. "No, to be honest, I had to get out of there because I was getting too damn HORNY. I was ready to tear the clothes off that guy who was sucking on my tits, and ride him right there! I have never been so fucking horny…" Her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes.
So there lay Karen, on the bed in my hotel room. Though she was not asleep, her eyes were closed, and her full lips formed a slight smile. She was still wearing her shorts and sandals, but her shirt and bra were on the floor in a heap next to the bed, partially covered by a small mountain of shiny beads. Her arms were spread out to either side of her, and the erect nipples on top of her very large breasts were sending a silent message to me as I stared down at her luscious chest. LICK ME! SUCK ME!!! There was no way I could resist the inevitable, and my hands began to move toward those big mountains of pleasure.
My fingertips touched titflesh, and sank in slightly as I wrapped my hands around her boobs. They felt soft, warm, and oh so vulnerable! So inviting. I started to play with them, watching with fascination the way they moved and jiggled and bent and folded as I moved them this way and that. I probably could have spent all night just watching that, if I were not also more "fucking horny" than I had ever been before. I didn’t want to just play with her boobs, I wanted to DEVOUR them!
So I plunged my face into one jiggling flesh mountain.
My tongue snaked out and lapped at her breast as I turned my head side to side. As soon as my mouth opened, I could feel titflesh rising up into it. I pressed more in with my fingers and lightly chewed and sucked. My other hand kneaded and fondled her other breast. She was moaning softly, and I could feel her fingers caressing the back of my head, like she had done to that guy outside.
I looked up at her beautiful face, and she looked back at me questioningly.
"Er, is this okay? Can I keep doing this?"
She giggled softly. "Have at them, you wonderful man! I love having my tits played with!"
With that I plunged my face into her other breast and started sucking. Her nipple slid against my tongue as I sucked and shoveled as much titflesh into my mouth as I could. Then I let go and watched her breast jiggle as it flattened itself out. I loved how that looked, and I did it again and again, with one breast, then the other. Then I pressed them together until the nipples were touching, and sucked on them both. So many wonderful sensations at once, the feel on my fingers pressed into her boobs, the feel of her boobs against my face and inside my mouth, and the feel of her whole body against mine, with my cock rubbing against her thigh, oh wait...
She was rubbing it with her hands! Oh my god... She had unzipped my pants while I was munching on her boobs, and now she had my cock between her hands, and she was gently caressing it. When a fingertip flicked at the tip of my cock, I buried my face even deeper in her chest.
Her caresses became stroking, and it was driving me wild. I had never had a girl do that to me before. I didn’t think someone else could do it better than I could myself, but Karen certainly was!
She was muttering something... "want it oh Dave I want it fuck me please fuck me..." And then the next thing I knew, I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against something wet and slippery, then suddenly that something completely surrounded it, and my cock sank deep into her!
I looked right into her big, dark eyes as I slowly and rhythmically moved my hips. She just stared back into my eyes, and her hands clasped my hips as she pulled herself more firmly against me. The rhythm became faster and faster, and I became mesmerized again by her boobs as they swam up and down in time with each thrust. I caught them with my hands, and kneaded and twisted them into all kinds of interesting shapes. She closed her eyes and smiled. Suddenly I felt an intense urge to kiss her, and I bent down as much as I could and thrust my tongue between her lips and deep into her mouth. Her hands flew around my back and we kissed with extreme vigor as I continued to molest her breasts and ram her with my rock-hard cock!
After a few minutes I could feel my body starting to tire, but I was too horny to stop, and Karen seemed to be loving everything I was doing, so I willed my muscles to keep up the good work as I pounded her even harder.
Suddenly but with a smooth motion (I still can’t remember exactly how she did it), Karen pushed me up and over, and I ended up on my back with her riding on top. Her hips slid back and forth on top of my crotch, and she held my hands against her chest, pressing my fingers into her breasts with her own fingers. Soon I felt like I was going to burst, and wasn’t sure what to do when she slid backward and my throbbing muscle popped out, only to vanish in the soft pillowy folds of her luscious breasts! She wrapped them around my cock and slid them up and down. I grabbed the sides of her boobs and squeezed together even more, and soon I was shooting loads of cum all over her face and neck and chest. She seemed as happy as a pig in mud, and she rubbed the cum all over her chest, then took my spent missile between her boobs and lovingly caressed it.
Without getting into the hot, sticky, thrilling, delicious details, I will say that we missed our flight the next morning, and had to catch a much later flight.