As locals, we were fortunate enough to be able to enjoy four days of festivities. Since the French Quarter is within easy walking distance of our front door, we thought nothing about popping in for a few hours and leaving before we got too tired to do it again tomorrow.We had a blast every day and are already looking forward to next year’s Mardi Gras.
In the meantime, here’s a look back at what went down each of the days we went out.
Having a hard day at work, Crystal and I skipped Friday and, instead, headed out first late Saturday afternoon. The Saturday and Sunday before Mardi Gras are the days in which you get the “local tourists”, people from nearby towns that don’t celebrate Mardi Gras and thus could not get off for Monday or Tuesday.
It was a wild day, the crowd was much more thin than it would be in a few days but already there was a lot of flesh, alcohol and beads to be found. It felt like Mardi Gras already.
We spent most of our time taking pictures. However, one cute girl seemed to take an interest in Crystal and I, we propositioned her with our usual offer, a nipple such for a giant penis bead. She, with her boyfriend’s encouragement, accepted. She bared her chest. We, Crystal and I, each pressed our lips on a nipple, both of which grew very hard in our mouths. She writhed lightly to the touch and giggled happily. We let go after the prearranged 2-3 seconds but the boyfriend, who was trying to take a picture of it, missed the shot.
“Do it again,” she said.
We all three shrugged our shoulders and went back at it, this time a little longer. It was even more enjoyable this time, we both took the time to cup and caress her breasts as we nibbled and sucked on her. We rarely get to take this kind of time when we’re in such a public setting. When her boyfriend finally got the shot, we broke away and she smiled at us gleefully. The boyfriend thanked us, which still feels strange to me, and then we all four parted company.
We went on to proposition three more girls and all three agreed. Just another night on Bourbon Street.
Sunday, February 18
We headed out earlier Sunday. Crystal had to work half a day on Monday and we needed to be home at a reasonable hour.
The Sunday crowd wasn’t as wild as the previous night’s. There were some girls earning beads but not many. The crowd was thin and the night was ruled as much by the street performers as the revelers. There were an unusual number of street musicians out playing a wide variety of music. Some did blues, some did comedy, some did rock while others did jazz.
It was a treat more for the ears than the eyes.
It was also the day the giveaways started in full swing. The Trojan Condoms balcony was giving away foam trojan hats and free samples (On that note, I have to say that their new “Ultra Thin” lives up to its name). Captain Morgan was giving away light up “Parrot Bay” beads and foam captain hats, which can be combined with the Trojan hat to look really, really funny.
Though the night was nothing like the display of hedonism that would follow in the days to come, it was still a good night.
Monday, February 19 - Lundi Gras
In some ways, Lundi Gras is a bigger celebration than Fat Tuesday. Since Mardi Gras closes down promptly at 12:01 Wednesday morning, Lundi Gras is the party that goes on late into the night. We didn’t do that ourselves, choosing instead to stick more to the late afternoon/evening crowd, but we easily could have if we wanted to (and didn’t mind being too exhausted for Fat Tuesday).
However, the party was plenty wild enough when we did go. Lots of beautiful women, and a few men, wearing next to nothing and/or exposing themselves for beads. It was a voyeuristic/exhibitionist’s paradise. We decided to take a small backpack full of beads and see how much trouble we could find, the answer was quite a lot.
We approached one beautiful blonde woman for a flash, she obliged but her husband wanted to see Crystal’s in return. Crystal, intentionally in an outfit that can’t be removed easily, declined.
“Well, give her a kiss at least!”
Crystal perked up at that, the two embraced and touched lips softly. The other girl seemed unsure about the whole ordeal.
“Who are you kissing, your grandmother?” the husband called out.
They looked at each other and the glance they exchanged was actually one of desire. Their lips touched again, the other woman parted Crystal’s (Crystal must have been waiting for her to make the first move) and they enjoyed a long, slow, deep kiss.
When Crystal pulled away, she smiled at me and said, “She must have had a fruity drink, it tasted good. Speaking of which, you want to get a hurricane?”
We all smiled and said goodbye, moving on to get our drink.
The other highlight of the night involved a very beautiful Asian woman. She was the only woman we approached for a penis bead and Crystal decided that she wouldn’t likely go for both of us, or at least her boyfriend wouldn’t. I agreed she should try for herself and she did, succeeding admirably.
When Crystal’s lips locked around her nipple, the woman’s face lit up, she threw her head back in pleasure and barely resisted the urge to grab Crystal’s hair. When Crystal let go a second or two later, the Asian smiled, and exhaled, still shivering slightly. After getting a picture of her, she was shy and didn’t want her face in the shot, we parted company quickly, but she kept looking over her shoulder at us, for reasons I couldn’t explain.
I asked Crystal what she had done to get that reaction, Crystal flashed her teeth for a second and said, “Just a light nibble.”
Shortly after that we headed back, pent up as Hell and needing to go home and release some frustration.
Tuesday, February 20 - Fat Tuesday
Crystal and I went in costume on Mardi Gras Day. I was Lord Dracul (AKA: Non-Vampire Dracula) with a top hat, my naturally long hair, colored sunglasses and coat with tails. Crystal was a goth/punk girl with a wild red and black wig, mesh shirt and tight top.
We grabbed a late lunch and hit the French Quarter shortly after three. The party was already in full swing. The crowd was festive, friendly and having a great time. There was no hostility to be found. In fact, it was so personable that we did something we had never done at Mardi Gras before, made not one, but two new friends.
The first was a a girl we bumped into literally two blocks into Bourbon Street. She pulled us aside and told us she had just moved from New York. She thought everyone here was so friendly but hadn’t met anyone she would call a friend, we gave her our number and told her to call us. We hope she does, we, like her, have struggled to make friends and she seems like someone interesting to talk to.
The other was a cute girl we approached successfully for a penis bead. She was fun and seemed to really enjoy the chance to have us all over her. Crystal gave her a card with her email address and we’re hoping that she’ll write soon.
If neither do though, the encounters on Bourbon were more than enough for us. They were wonderful conversations and it was the kind of friendly dialog you can only have with strangers at Mardi Gras.
As far as the day itself went, there was a lot of flesh and beads to be found, but the true highlight was the costumes. There were so many funny, beautiful, intricate and silly costumes that we only could capture a small number of them. Everyone, it seemed, was dressed in some kind of outrageous getup. Everywhere you looked, there was a reason to laugh or smile.
After a few hours of picture taking, we put the camera away and focused on just having fun for ourselves. It worked out great, giving away several penis beads and striking up countless conversations. We watched, we laughed, we drank a little (though not too much, had to walk home) and overall had a blast.
One girl, toward the end of the evening, was a lot of fun. Dressed up like a kitty cat, she earned her penis bead in stride. The guy she was with, probably not her boyfriend, was enjoying the show. As she put her hands down after securing her top, her hand brushed across the head of my cock. I didn’t realize how hard the whole incident had gotten me.
Crystal was turned around negotiating an a cute Asian girl that was standing nearby. The kitten seemed pleased with what she felt and stroked my cock up and down a few times through my pants.
The negotiations with the Asian girl took much longer than usual, not wanting to crowd or intimidate, I slid back over to the kitten. She and I flirted some more, she groped Crystal lightly under her skirt, though I don’t think Crystal felt it, and stroked me a few more times. I nearly moved in, but Crystal spun around before I could say anything. She’d lost the Asian girl, a very rare thing to happen to her.
“You need to watch this girl,” I told the kitten pointing to Crystal, “She can talk anyone into anything.”
“I don’t need any talking into anything,” she shot back.
Crystal smiled at her. We spent a few more moments talking, found out that they were from Los Angeles. Sadly, they were leaving before we would really have the chance to hook up and play.
As we turned to leave, I told her “Thank you for everything, now I’m very hard.”
Excited, she came back with, “I know how hard you are baby!” before letting out a scream of joy.
She was a wild one and one to remember, that much is for certain.
(Note: We have an unwritten rule on Bourbon St. that all touching through clothes is ok as long as the person being touched permits it. Nothing here violated our rules. At least one girl had played with Crystal’s boobs during the day.)
Not long after that, we headed out. The crowd was getting more violent and restless. After about nine or so, the crowd gets more hostile it seems. Violence becomes more common and, all in all, it’s probably a good thing the party is shut down at midnight. The few times we have been there when the police cleared the street, we didn’t have much fun the last few hours.
The day is the best time to go by far.
The Ferry Ride Home
The ferry ride home is a time for reflection. You board the boat with the same revelers you saw that morning or afternoon, they’re still in their goofy costumes and decorated with beads. However, the energy is gone. Everyone is tired and weary. The week of revelry has reached its climax and it is time to go home. Clowns barely shuffle their feet, girls with beads rest their voices and everyone takes the time to rest their feet.
People talk amongst themselves, remember highlights and look through pictures on their digital cameras. As you rest in the plastic seats, you watch the city sky line drift farther and farther into the distance, pulling away until it becomes a panorama of city lights, bridges and moonlight river as far as the eye can see.
It’s a beautiful thing. There is no other city like New Orleans. It is unique, much like myself, much like Crystal. It is also our home.
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I loved the recap! However I found myself more than a little envious. I’ve always wanted to experience Mardi Gras for myself, but experiencing it through you two was delightful replacement. Thanks for sharing!
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress