| Road Trip Challenge: Part 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We crossed to the Riverside of Decatur and headed back the way we had come, passing countless thrift-type stores and mom-and-pop record shops. As Decatur merged back to two-way we crossed yet again to the Riverside of the street, passing the gold-plated statue of Joan of Arc and following the scent of fresh pralines. I was stunned when they told me that they had never eaten a praline. I had informed them that the sugary concoction known as a praline – pronounced prah-lean – was one of the things the city was famous for… sure to cure the strongest sweet tooth in one bite. When we were just a few yards from Café du Monde, I turned left and lead them in the famous Aunt Sally’s Praline and Souvenir Shop (http://www.auntsallys.com) – said to have the best pralines in New Orleans. Zane and Jason headed immediately for the free sample platter while Cherry went to watch the pralines being made. “Mmm, everyone back home isn’t going to believe this,” Zane said, setting 4 boxes of the confection on the counter to be rung up. “Yeah, they’re not going to believe it ‘cause you’ll probably have them all eaten by the time we get back,” I quipped. He seemed to think for a moment. “Hmm, you’re right.” He promptly grabbed 3 more boxes. I just laughed and turned away to find Nathaniel standing very close and staring at me. “Aren’t you going to look around? Try some pralines?” I asked. He shook his head slowly. “Umm… I need a bathroom,” he said almost shyly. “Ok, there’s one just around the corner.” I told Cherry where we were going and ushered Nathaniel out the door and turned right. A few doors down I turned right again and pointed out the bathroom to him. “There… definitely won’t be the cleanest, but…” He gave me his “I’m thinking bad thoughts” look and quickly grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me into the women’s restroom. I was right, it was only slightly cleaner than Bourbon Street. He quickly looked to see that the two stalls were clear and then slammed open the door to the far stall and pulled me inside, locking the door behind us. Before I could protest, he had his hands underneath my butt and lifted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist causing my skirt ride up over my hips. He was kissing me hungrily, working my shirt up, and pushing up the built in bra to expose my breasts to his attentions. He lowered his head and drew one hard nipple into his mouth, his breath warm across my chest. Running his hands up the outsides of my thighs and underneath my skirt to the little ribbon ties of my underwear, he gave a gentle tug on the end of each tie and I felt the fabric loosen. One hand moved to where the fabric covered me and pulled it from between us, the feel of the fabric rubbing against me sent a shiver up my spine. He shoved the panties in his pocket and returned his hands to my body. I lifted his shirttail and began fumbling with the button of his pants, finally managing to get it undone and the zipper lowered. I shoved his pants down; happy that he rarely wore underwear, for that was one less thing I had to worry about. He sprung free, rock hard and pressed against me. We moaned simultaneously. He drew back and then in one motion he was inside of me, my head hitting the wall in ecstasy. His mouth smothered my cries of pleasure as he continued to pound into me. He moved his hands down my legs to caress the smooth, shiny leather of my new boots. As his hands played across the buckles he groaned into my mouth and gave a last shuddering stroke. We stayed there like that for another minute, catching our breath and enjoying the feeling of our still-joined bodies. I clenched my muscles, struggling for one last spasm of pleasure… Nathaniel whimpered against me – he always liked that trick. I finally unwrapped my legs from around his hips and regained my footing while tugging my skirt back into place. He fastened his pants and unlocked the stall door. I cleared my throat and held my hand out to him, “Panties?” He just smiled and shook his head. “Nope… mine now.” I lunged for him but he sidestepped me and ran for the door. I caught up with him outside – he was standing in the courtyard that bordered the Moonwalk parking lot behind the building. I sashayed up to him, only stopping when a shallow breath would make our bodies touch. I spoke with my lips nearly touching his. “Why won’t you let me have my panties back?” I asked in my most sultry voice. He just smiled and ran his hand down the front of my body, then quickly reaching under the front of my skirt to feel the wetness there. He brought his hand up and gently sucked on his middle finger, his eyes lowered as he slowly withdrew his finger. He returned his gaze to me. “So I can do that,” he said still smiling. I gave him one of those extended short kisses that usually end a longer kiss and smiled at him. “I take it you like the boots?” “Would suit me just fine if you never took them off.” I laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him along back to Aunt Sally’s. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 5 Index |