While I was at New Orleans...
While I was at New Orleans I was working in a little bar at the end of Bourbon Street with no electric lighting. One particularly slow evening a beautiful woman named Alexandria walked in and sat at the bar right in front of me admist the glow of the many candles that surrounded the place.
All night we talked and drank while I looked at her long tanned legs and her plentiful breasts. She stayed until the last customer left. It was just me and this beautiful woman who I had no right even looking at. It turned out the Alexandria was from Australia. This should have been obvious from her flowing long blond hair and her intoxicating accent, but I have had little experience with people outside the U.S., until that night.
She said that she was tired and want to go somewhere and lye down for a while. Jokingly, I mentioned a cot that we kepted and back. She rose from her seat and slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. There she stood in an empty bar, and no one around but me. At first I thought that she had ment this action for someone else. It took me a few seconds to notice that I was the object of her actions. That night I learned more about myself and the limits of the human body than I thought that I would learn in my whole life. A simple kiss seemed to last for an eternity. It's funny how much we take things for granted. So much raw energy, and sweat was expended that we had very little time to appritiate what we had together. The next morning I woke with this angel of a woman in my arms and my boss screaming at us in French. I expanded to him that this was my neighbor from back home and we were merely "catching up on things. My boss although upset was put at ease when Alexandria sttod up and let her hair fall down her shoulders. She spoke in the enchanting way that only the beautiful have seemed to master, "Sir, I didna mean to get **** in trouble." She said this while she stepped towards him and placed a hand on his cheek. "Can't we just for get this little mess?" I had no reax=ction but to look at my boss with a stupid look and reget for being caught in my eyes. After a few shots of chartuese we forgot the mishap and openned the bar. After that night I couldn't get enough of her, and she was only to happy to give in to these needs. We fit together so well that she stayed with me in my flat for almost three months.
Ever since this experience it has been hard to find its equal. I find myself comparing other woman to this one. If life had a rewind button I would have a broken finger from living this day over a thousand times.
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