The Tipping Point of Desiring Control — Rawiya

Finally I was on my way to a place that I’d longed to visit. I felt like a kid going to Disneyland. In a way, New Orleans was like Disneyland only the fun was more for adults. 

The plane ride had some turbulence but I was calm. I always said to myself if it was my time then it was my time; I would never let any danger discourage me from enjoying life. Once I landed, I hailed a cab to the hotel. Luckily the place was near the French quarter; it was quaint, affordable, and looked great online.

As I approached the desk I noticed all the couples in the lobby. For some reason I started feeling rather envious. I came down here to have gratuitous sex, not to be cooped up with my boyfriend. Besides he was no fun; he didn’t want me to take this trip with him or alone.

After I checked in, I went to my room. My first reaction was to call and tell him I made it, but I ignored that reaction and decided to go to the quarter. I dumped out my purse and got my ID, my debit card, condoms, and some cash. Then, I grabbed my camera so I could have plenty of evidence of my New Orleans adventure.

Since it was the Monday before Fat Tuesday, the quarter was really crowded. First, I hit the shops to browse. Then, I went into the market to sample some good ol’ Cajun food. Now it’s time to drink and see what mischief I can get into. Bourbon Street was packed with plenty of revilers and ladies flashing their boobs. If the drinks had kicked in, I would’ve let everyone catch a glimpse of my forty-four DD’s as well.

 After having a couple of daiquiris’, I walked into a bar that was serving hurricanes. As I sat down I noticed a very good-looking guy at the end of the bar. He was a gorgeous man with sea green eyes and a lean body. Standing about five ten, he looked as if he’d just stepped out of a magazine. I caught his gaze once I started sipping my ‘caine. Seemingly, he undressed me with his eyes and flashed a devilish smile. Maybe he would be my first lay of the Gras.

To liven up the evening, I decided to play hard to get. When I walked out, I heard footsteps behind me. As they got closer, I walked faster then turned a corner to see if he followed me. Quickly, I downed my drink and peeked around again. Unfortunately, Mr. Sexy didn’t take the bait; maybe he was waiting for someone, I thought.

Disappointed, I sighed and took a step towards the next bar. Suddenly, I felt a hand tug on my shoulder that startled me a bit. Slowly, I turned around and there he was with the same wide grin he had a minute ago.

Within seconds, he pulled me back to the corner where I was standing. Once there, he turned me around with my back facing him. As I felt his breath on my neck, he moved his warm, soft hands up my thighs. I got wet as soon as I felt his cock grinding my ass.

“Mmm..” was the sound I heard from his lips. Now, I ached to kiss this mystery man and satisfy the craving I had. No time elapsed when he turned me around and looked into my eyes. Aroused, I grabbed his head and thrust my tongue into his mouth. Obviously feeling the same, he grabbed my hips and drew me closer. When he broke the kiss I could tell he wanted to speak but I put my finger up to his mouth. Desiring him, I took a condom out of my camera bag and handed it to him.

As I leaned down to unzip him, we heard screams from a car passing by cheering us on. Just as I pulled down his pants and boxers, his lovely cock reared it’s pretty head. Hungrily, I licked and sucked it. Seemingly, it got harder when I looked up at his face. He began to moan and grab the back of my head to take in more. Even though I gagged a bit, I gave him what he wanted. Now that I had him committed, I wanted to take control and get what I desired.

Confidently, I got up and slipped the condom over his rock hard shaft. Again, I kissed his lips then hiked up my skirt and tossed my panties on the ground. Once I braced myself against the wall, he picked me up and pierced me slowly.

“Ahhh..” escaped my mouth once he penetrated me. I held on to his neck and stroked his hair. The more he fucked me the more noises came from us both. The sounds of more cheering went ignored as he hit my spot repeatedly.

“Shhiii…” he whispered as I tightened my pussy around him. Quickly, I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could get in deeper. I rubbed the sweat from his brow and looked into those beautiful eyes. Once I kissed him I felt myself ready to burst.

“OOOHHH!!!”  I closed my eyes and dug my nails into his neck. The moment he felt me clawing him he pushed in faster.

“FUCK!” he screamed as the condom expanded between my legs. Short of breath, we both stood there waiting for our bodies to relax.

While standing there in amazement, he took the condom off and zipped his pants. Once I pulled myself together, I looked at him again. To thank him, I enveloped his lips with mine then I walked away. As I turned the corner I heard applause from some revilers who caught our show. Continuing to walk, I heard “him” call out and ask me my name; I didn’t turn around. I kept going till I was able to hail a cab and get back to the room.

When the cab arrived at the hotel, I noticed that I left my camera bag with my ID and room key in it.

“Shit!”

Good thing I had my debit card and cash in my jacket pocket or I would’ve had a mad driver on my hands. Still upset, I walked into the lobby to return to my room. When I approached the desk, I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

“Gina, Gina wait!”

Confused, I turned around and there “he” was with my camera bag. Smiling he walked over to me and held it out.

“Thank you…” I said taking it. Now I felt bad for ignoring him after our sex-capade. “What’s your name?”

He flashed those pearly whites and said, “Marco. I’m kind of glad that you left your bag because I wanted to know your name.”

I returned the smile and looked him up and down. “Are you here alone, Marco?”

“Yeah, are you?” he said with that wicked grin he had earlier.

Remembering our “show” I answered, “Yes I am. Would you like some company tonight?”

“Sure, it just so happens that I’m staying at this hotel as well. Your room or mine?”

“How about mine.” The moment I finished talking, I took his hand and led him to the elevator. Once the doors closed I pushed the tenth floor button and forced him to the back.

Again he was trying to talk and I silenced him by crushing my lips onto his. Simultaneously, I put my hand on his crotch and rubbed it softly. When we reached our destination, we got off and walked to my room. I opened the door and immediately pushed him on the bed. After mounting him, I took off my blouse. When he moved his mouth to say something, I knelt down to quiet him again.

In the quarter, he led me to a spot for a lusty affair. Now that I’ve led him here, I desire that performance again only without the audience. I’m ready to take control, again.

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Rawiya, married mother of two, has had other erotic tales published here at EveryNightErotica.com. Satisfying the Itch , Dream Into Reality, All About the Leather and LaDonna’s Dance.  Her tale, Reconnection was awarded first place in Writing.com’s erotica quickie contest.