Lipstick Lesbian Tales #5: Mardi Gras
AN OLDER WOMEN SEDUCES A SEXY TRAVELER! As a digital nomad, Gabriella has seen most of the USA. Walking along Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras, she meets a mysterious older woman who reveals a penchant for alleyway debauchery. Gabriella has never been with a woman, let alone a stranger. What does it take for her to succumb to lesbian desire?
Includes: anal, anonymous, costume, cunnilingus, ff, fingering, lesbian, mask, older woman, public, rimming, stranger, vibrator
Print Length: 18 pages
Type: Standalone Story (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
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Lipstick Lesbian Tales #5: Mardi Gras (Excerpt)
My name is Gabriella and I’m a digital nomad. My job allows me to travel when I desire. I’ve been to a majority of the United States, some of Mexico, and several countries in Southeast Asia. Late yesterday, I arrived in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and an exhilarating experience occurred. It was Fat Tuesday, the last night to eat rich, fatty foods before beginning the fast for Lent. Little did I know, I’d be feasting on more than paczkis.
It’s not admirable for a religious person but my intention was to pick up a random guy and take him back to my hotel. However, this night had other plans.
Bourbon Street bustled with energy. In the French Quarter, party-goers donned masks. Anthropomorphic animals and mythological creatures with elaborate colored feathers and capes flittered through the crowded streets. Back and forth, people hid behind deathly skulls and Venetian masquerades. Flashers revealed their wares from balconies and crowds formed in the streets below them. Women bared breasts as voyeurs gave them beads and trinkets for their scandalous efforts.
I tumbled through the streets, masked and in costume, ready for whatever indulgent experienced presented itself. I passed a window and eyed myself. My celebratory make-up comprised sequins and glitter, swirled in purples and greens with magenta accents. I pulled my slicked black hair back close to my head. I wore a harlequin inspired skirt with green and purple checkerboards and yellow trim. My pert breasts and ample hips threatened to burst from my corset. I looked sexy and I’m sure others agreed.
At first, the night held a kinetic excitement difficult to describe. But after a few hours of fighting the crowd, the decadence grew tiresome. I yearned for an experience that would make the expensive flight down here worthwhile.
A young woman in a headdress handed me a doubloon. A dubious man kissed my cheek as I passed him. I darted through throngs of people, zig-zagging through the streets, as fire breathers blew flames. People on balconies tossed throws into the street. Plastic beads and lingerie littered from above. On and on, I moved through the crowd until I stopped at an intersection and pivoted. Then I stopped dead in my tracks.
That’s when I saw her.
Our eyes met. We stood there motionless. Caught in the moment as people flittered by us. She stood about ten feet away and I felt her attraction straightaway.
Lines around her eyes hinted at middle-age but she stood youthful despite her maturity. The stunning woman wore a super-sexy costume that included an under-wire bra, matching hot shorts with back train, a sequined choker, a feathered headpiece, and arm bands. Her mysterious Quetzalcoatl aura commanded attention, and it imprisoned me immediately.
Her eyes bore down on me. I returned her intensity and then a thought crossed my mind. I never slept with a woman before and my sudden attraction to this mysterious stranger made me fantasize about what pleasures lesbian sex might bring.
After several seconds appreciating each other, we broke eye contact.
I turned to pretend I didn’t care it ended. I focused my attention on a man juggling down the street. I waited a few minutes and then I searched the crowd for her. She stood a few feet from her previous location.
Our eyes met again.
Energy stirred between us.
I felt a tingle down there.
To Be Continued…
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If you want to read more lipstick lesbian stories, please check out Lipstick Lesbian Vampire Tales or for a print collection see Lipstick Lesbian Tales: The Collection.
