We'd been dating for months, but this was to be our first trip together, the first time that we'd spend more than a night together. As we drove, I got more nervous, but that seemed to vanish as I made my way across that long bridge. I started feeling that current... the city's heartbeat... as soon as I got on the bridge...I was back. All I know is that it has to be the most erotic city in the United States. It has an underlying current that makes it like no other city for me, & I couldn't wait to show HIM my city, The Big Easy.... The Crescent City.... New Orleans. Our friends weren't going to be in town till tomorrow, but we'd decided to go early & have one night there on our own. After we got settled at the hotel, we decided to go down to the Quarter for the evening. I figured that was as good a place as any to start our tour. We walked along the streets, window shopping, people watching, taking in the sights & sounds of the city. We stopped from time to time to listen & watch street performers, or to wet our whistles, but mainly we just enjoyed this time together. Was he starting to feel the current too? After many hours we ended up at a New Orleans' landmark, the Cafe du Monde, I wanted to show him what beignets were, & we'd had far too much to drink so the coffee would do us good. The cafe was crowded, as usual, so we found a table away from the awning, & placed our order. We made idle chatter while we waited, but all I could do was sit & stare into his eyes. I didn't even notice when our order came, but suddenly he was holding a beignet up for me to eat. I took a bite, & par for the course, had more sugar on me than in me. The next thing I knew he leaned over the table & kissed it away, but his lips seemed to linger there for a moment afterwards. I don't remember the conversation that followed, or finishing up our coffee, all I could remember was how his lips felt on my cheek, & how wet I got. We decided to make our way back to the streetcar so we could return to the hotel. Which was fine with me, I was ready to get away from all these people & the prying eyes. We walked along in the hot night air, silently, I know I had other things on my mind than conversation. As we walked past an empty courtyard, suddenly he pulled me inside & began kissing me, very passionately. He pushed me against the wrought iron fence & began to left my skirt. I was not about to protest, I didn't care if anyone did see, I wanted him right now. I always loved the feel of his hands on my body, they felt so familiar. I let out a slow, low moan, this was his cue to continue with that he was doing. When he finally made it all the way up my thigh, he soon found that I was wearing no underwear. I could tell by his kiss that he was pleased. My hands found the buckle to his belt & his zipper & undid them so I could free him from his confines. He leapt free immediately & found warm, wet refuge within me. I began to melt into his arms & match his rhythm. It didn't take either of us long to reach our peak. We climaxed together, as we so often do, & strangely enough, I realized we'd never stopped kissing. I started to hear voices, so we quickly dressed & exited the courtyard just as a group of people appeared. We walked the remaining few blocks to the streetcar with his arm around my waist, & his hand under my shirt, like anyone would notice. We got onto the car, & sat towards the back. There weren't many people on it, so we decided to make the most of our ride. He had on a tank top under his shirt, so he took it off & laid it across our laps. With the view concealed he began to hike up my skirt & play with my pussy. The leaned over, kissing my neck & whispered in my ear, "if you're a good girl & make out like nothing's happening, I'll give you a big treat," then he kissed me again. Well, I was always up for a challenge. I sat there, with my head on his shoulder pretending to rest, carrying on a conversation with him with my eyes closed. With the rocking of the car, & his great hands, the whole time that I was chattering, I was ready to explode. We reached our stop about the same time as I reached my end as well. I couldn't wait for him to open the door to our room. I had his fly open & was massaging his balls before the key was in the lock. Then I started nibbling his ears, I knew that drove him wild. Once we were inside I couldn't wait to repay him for that streetcar ride. I grabbed him, pulled him close to me & started kissing him slowly. I couldn't wait to get him out of his clothes so I could feel his naked body against mine. I began to slowly run my hands thru his hair, then down across his back & made my way down towards his waist & that ass I love. At the same time he's undoing my blouse & removing my skirt, I'm guiding him back towards the bed. I remove his tank top, throw it aside & push him onto the bed & in one quick movement have everything else off too. I reach into my bag by the bed & remove a bottle of oil. I pour some of it into my hands to warm it, then start rubbing it on his chest, making sure that every inch is covered. I lean down to kiss him, & he pulls me close, my breasts begin to take up where my hands left off. It's like our bodies have a mind of their own. I break our kiss & start to work my way down his body... kissing, licking, massaging... his arms, chest, stomach, hips, inner thighs -- another place I know he loves. Then finally I can wait no longer, I have to feel my lips around him, so I begin to lick his penis as if it were a popsicle, up from the base, then taking the tip into my mouth I suck slowly, at first. I continue this for what I'm sure seems like an eternity to him... lick up, suck slowly, all the way in occasionally, then lick back down. I could tell he was getting close, his hips began to move, the moans started to get more guttural, & his breathing deep & harsh. So finally I licked up, sucked in slow & just kept sucking as if on a straw, that's all he wanted. That familiar salty taste began to appear & not far behind the flood of his love. I swallowed quickly, as I didn't want to dispose of one drop. When he was done I heard that long sigh, & finished cleaning him up. When I lifted my head, he rolled me over & kissed me more passionately then I think he ever has. We both fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke in the morning to the smell of coffee. When I opened my eyes there were rose pedals on the pillow & an "I LOVE NEW ORLEANS" bumper sticker.