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mouth.
It was different, in a very good way.
"Betts, are you absolutely sure?" waving my empty coffee mug towards Ali for a refill. Ali had a coffee maker and fixings that she kept in her master bath, for those mornings when a trip downstairs, to make coffee, would take too long.
I was on the phone to my office, with my right hand, Betsy; she had just told me that I could stay a couple of extra days next week, but that I had a must-be-there meeting scheduled for the end of that week, on Friday.
When I told Ali the news, she smiled broadly, the happiness clearly showing on her face.
"Miz Alice, Miz Lynn," we heard Momma Jo calling from the bottom of the stairs, "you girls get on down here before these grits and eggs get cold, yall hear me up there?"
"Yes, Momma, we hear you and were coming," Ali shouted back to Momma Jo.
"Not yet youre not, but you will," I said to Ali, slapping her playfully on her fine ass.
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Speeding down the boulevard, towards the river and levee, Ali was trying to beat the rain that the dark clouds above us promised to deliver to the city.
Top down on the roadster, hair flying behind us, the smell of impending showers was palatable in the air as we rushed to beat the weather.
We had decided to spend a couple of days at Alis Quarters apartment, to fully immerse ourselves into the craziness that is, living in the French Quarters.
"Artists, street performers, weirdoes, crazies; they are all there in the Quarters," Ali said to me, laughingly. "My personal favorite thing to do, though, is to browse the Artists stands that ring the Square."
She was speaking of Jackson Square, the epicenter of activity in the French Quarters.
We pulled into the garage just as the first raindrops fell, splattering on the dusty brickwork of the patio. Rushing into the apartment, Ali dropped the duffle bag onto the floor of the entryway as we shook off the little bit of wetness that had gotten us.
Turning, facing me, she started playfully pushing me with her hands; pushing me backwards, towards the living room area of the apartment, laughing at me when the final push made me fall over the arm of the sofa, onto my back, on the sofa, looking up at her.
Staring down at me, a wicked grin on her face, she ripped her blouse from her body, buttons flying asunder.
"I believe you mentioned something about me coming?" kneeling down, lowering her naked breasts to my mouth, placing her hard nipples against my lips.
"I believe youre right about that," taking her offered breast into my mouth, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my tongue swirling over her nipple, and of my hand slipping under her skirt to cup her wet sex, pantiless, of course.
The rain stopped in the early afternoon, the sunlight waking us from our nap, our naked bodies entwined together in her bed.
Walking out onto the second
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Hugging me to her body, Ali kissed my forehead, smiling at me afterwards.
"What say we clean up, throw on some clothes, and hit the streets, baby," she said to me as we walked into the apartment through the French doors.
"Works for me, sweetie," I answered.
Rising from my knees, the water cascading over the both of us, I had gone down on her, in the shower.
I cant seem to get enough of her, I told her, as I nuzzled my lips into the side of her neck, her hands stoking my wet hair, and running over my ass.
"Yeah, I know the feeling, baby," she answered, "Since Ive met you, I cant seem to get enough of you, either," shutting off the water, reaching for towels for us.
Smiling at me as she dried me, her hands caressing and fondling as she did so, she offered, "But, thats not a bad thing is it?"
No, its definitely not a bad thing.
We browsed a few shops on the way to the Square, not buying anything, just nosing around.
As we made our way around the wrought iron fence perimeter of Jackson Square, we saw almost every style of art for sale, hanging on the fences or on easels.
There were portraiture artists knocking out quickies of visitors and tourists; cityscapes, landscapes, cubism, neo-realism, etc.
If you didnt see it here, it probably didnt exist.
I took some arty photographs of our day, spending some time for different views of the Saint Louis Cathedral, that triple-spired landmark of the Quarters. Using shadows, textures of the old stonework, I blew through seventy images before I knew it.
I discovered photography in high school and have been hooked ever since, enjoying the creative release that it provides to me.
That first night with Alice-shes right by the way, I did seduce her- the night I brought her home with me? She commented when walking around the condo, during a break from the sex play, about my wall hangings.
I had enlarged some black and white photos from my portfolio, hanging them, making them art-work. She told me that she thought that they were definitely of show quality, good enough for galleries.
Ali got my photo-style, and that made me happy.
"Ready for some food, baby?" kissing me after she asked.
We had been walking around all afternoon, holding hands, kissing openly with small, little pecks of affection. Any fool could see that we were two people who were seriously into each other.
I was as happy that afternoon as I had ever been with another human being.
"I could eat," letting her lead me away from the Square.
"After we grab a bite, Im taking you to someplace I know youve never been," she said, smiling wickedly. "Im taking you to a strip club."
"Ive been to strip clubs," I protested. It was only once, but still.
"Not like this one, you havent," she
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