Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Ecstasy in The Big Easy (FINISHED VERSION)

Jasmine Townsend was in her apartment in Boston when she went on her computer and looked up Louisiana travel websites, mainly New Orleans. She has always wanted to go there because her mother had been there with some of her friends on a trip a couple of months ago. Jasmine had been through some hard times recently. Her boyfriend broke up with her after three years of dating, her mother became very ill with pneumonia and passed away, and had been through a very bad cold. Despite all that, she got over her cold and the boyfriend but still reeling from her mother’s passing. Jasmine needed a getaway from it all, a getaway from nagging, overbearing yet loving friends and family, her stressful yet profitable job as an office assistant at a marketing firm, and the very cold weather. She loves Boston and all, but needed a change of scenery for a couple of days. So she looked up travel and hotel websites to plan her New Orleans getaway. She first went to the New Orleans tourism website and ordered a visitors guide. A week later, Jasmine received her New Orleans visitors guide in the mail and started looking through it. She even wrote a list of hotels she would want to stay in, a list of restaurants she want to dine in, and places she would want to shop. She then checked out a few travel websites to find the right price to book accommodations because she didn’t want to stay at no Holiday Inn, let alone a seedy, budget motel. She planned on staying in New Orleans for one or two weeks. She imagined a lot of things she would do while she was in the Crescent City. She imagined dancing to the beat of New Orleans jazz played by a jazz band walking down Bourbon Street, indulging on jambalaya, gumbo, red beans and rice, beignets and café au lait, po’boys, bananas foster and other delicious dishes, doing some great shopping, staying at a very nice hotel maybe with a lovely view of the city, and maybe even a sexy, passionate, romantic fling with a New Orleans native man. She started creating her own itinerary for her New Orleans adventure, not only that she even added a spa day to her adventure. She has been a spa freak ever since she got a gift certificate to the Bella Sante spa for her birthday, courtesy of her best girl friends Tiana and Drucilla. Jasmine started packing for her trip in advance; she packed her toiletries and cosmetics in plastic zip-up bags, packed all her folded and rolled-up clothes, and packed her shoes. She then called her job and asked for time off, two weeks tops. She went online and then booked a hotel room for two weeks. She picked the Ritz-Carlton New Orleans and booked a one-bedroom suite. Once her reservation was confirmed, Jasmine got a call from her employer and her time off was granted. She printed out the confirmation pages and put them in her purse, along with her cell phone, driver’s license, cash, etc. She then booked a round-trip flight online for tomorrow morning with Delta Air Lines at Logan International Airport. On the same day, she even stopped by the bank and picked up some traveler’s checks. The next morning, Jasmine got up, got dressed, and drove to the airport with her purse and luggage in tow. Before leaving, she left a note for the paperboy and mail carrier, telling them she’ll be gone on vacation and will come back after two weeks. She got her airline tickets and boarding pass at the Delta Air Lines terminal. Her flight was at Gate 16, her flight number is 1462, and it connects to Atlanta for a one hour four minute layover. She made it onto the plane just in time without any incident. On her flight from Boston to New Orleans, Jasmine read her New Orleans visitor’s guide to make the time go by. About five hours later, the plane touched down at Louis Armstrong Airport in New Orleans and Jasmine had arrived. She even stopped by the Alamo kiosk at the airport to pick up her rental car, a platinum metallic Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet with black interior and all the standard features; she didn’t even mind paying extra for the insurance. Once she picked up her rental car, she drove into the city and then arrived at The Ritz-Carlton New Orleans. The hotel looked so amazing that the pictures from the website didn’t do it any justice. She walked up to front desk, confirmed her reservations, and got her room key card. She went into her suite and unpacked her suitcase; she then looked out her window and enjoyed the view of the city. She then got into her rental car and drove over to the French Quarter. For her first stop, Jasmine stopped by the French Market and bought some mixed spices and then went for beignets and café au lait at Café Du Monde. She then thought about where she would go on her first night in the Crescent City while scoping out places for lunch. While having lunch at the Bourbon House, Jasmine looked through her New Orleans visitor’s guide and checked out the nightlife section because they were a few nightclubs she wanted to check out. That early evening, Jasmine went back to her hotel room and got herself ready for a night out on the town. Thankfully, she packed a few sexy evening dresses and an evening bag in her suitcase. She planned her outfits and accessories before taking her shower. After her shower, she sprayed on some Jovan Sexy for Women before getting dressed. She styled her medium-length black hair with her InStyler, put on her long purple one shoulder sweetheart gown with purple satin t-strap heels, applied her makeup, gathered her things, and walked over to Bourbon Heat on 711 Bourbon Street. She first went to the Courtyard Bar & Grill for dinner and a few drinks. She ordered the Dozen Heat Hot Wings with Ranch dressing, Port Fourchon Gumbo-yaya for the main course and two shooters for her drinks: a Chocolate Cake shooter (Pinnacle Whipped, Rum Chata, and Patron XO Cocoa) and a Candy Bar shooter (Patron XO Cocoa and Rum Chata). After dinner and drinks, Jasmine went to Club Bourbon Heat and began dancing to the music being spun by the DJ. She was having a good time on the dance floor, moving her body to the music. She danced for two hours minimum before going back to the bar for a drink; she ordered a V2C (Vanilla Vodka & Vanilla Coca-Cola) with a lime wedge on the edge of her highball glass while she people watched. She took a few small sips of her drink. Then, a tall, white man with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes walked up to the bar and sat on the stool next to Jasmine; he ordered a 3 Wisemen shooter (Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, and Jack Daniels). “Hi.” He said to Jasmine. “Hi.” Jasmine said back. “I’ve never see you around here before.” He said to her. “I’m from out of state, Boston, Massachusetts. My name’s Jasmine Townsend. What’s your name?” Jasmine said to him. “My name’s D’Artagnan Grenier, I’m born and raised here in New Orleans.” He said as he gently took Jasmine’s hand and kissed like a true gentleman. “So, D’Artagnan, what do you do for a living?” Jasmine asked him. “I’m a builder/realtor/architect. Also, I like to rebuild houses for people affected by Katrina in my spare time.” D’Artagnan said to her. “Well, I’m an office assistant at a marketing firm in Boston.” Jasmine replied. “That’s very nice. So what brings you to the Crescent City?” D’Artagnan asked her. “I needed a vacation because I have been through a lot the last couple of days. Illness, death in the family, and a break-up; all the main reasons I desperately needed a vacation.” Jasmine said to D’Artagnan. “Those are some heavy reasons. Not to be nosy, but who in your family had passed away?” D’Artagnan asked her. “My mother, she had been suffering with pneumonia before passing away.” Jasmine responded as she sipped her drink. “I’m so sorry for your loss, my condolences.” D’Artagnan replied sympathetically. “Thanks. I like to propose a toast, here’s to new experiences and getting away from it all.” Jasmine said as she and D’Artagnan clink their glasses together. “Cheers to that.” D’Artagnan replied. Even though their glasses were halfway empty, Jasmine and D’Artagnan paid and tipped the bartender as they left the bar together. They took a stroll down Bourbon Street all the way to Canal Street to the Ritz-Carlton where Jasmine was staying. “So how long are you staying in New Orleans?” D’Artagnan asked Jasmine. “Two weeks, three weeks tops.” Jasmine happily replied. “That’s great. Do you have a cell phone number I can call you with or send you a text message?” D’Artagnan said to her. Jasmine then took out a pen and a sticky note from her purse as she wrote down her cell phone number. She gave D’Artagnan the note once she wrote down her number. “Thanks so much, let me give you my phone numbers.” He responded as he wrote down both his home and cell phone numbers on a piece of paper and gave it to Jasmine. Once she and D’Artagnan have said their goodnights, Jasmine went into the hotel and took the elevator to her room. She had just completed her very first day of her New Orleans vacation, especially because she met a hunky native at a bar on Bourbon Street. The next morning, Jasmine got up, got into her rental car, and drove over to Daisy Duke’s on Chartres Street for breakfast. She then did some shopping, made stops at Laura’s Candies, Macy’s, NOLA Bodycare, Mignon Faget, The Shops at Canal Place, Avery Fine Perfumery, and Fleur de Light Candles. She also did some volunteer work with Green Light New Orleans and booked herself an appointment to Spa Atlantis for much-needed pampering, especially after the busy day she had. While at the spa, she got a call from D’Artagnan. He called to ask her to have dinner, drinks, and dessert with him and Jasmine accepted his invitation. “I made reservations at Brennan’s Restaurant; I’ll pick you up at 7 o’clock.” D’Artagnan said to her. “Splendid. I’ll be at the front of the hotel when I see you.” Jasmine happily replied. Once she returned to her hotel room, Jasmine had a few hours to get herself ready for date with D’Artagnan. She showered, styled, and primped to make sure she looked her best. For her date outfit, she chose a short turquoise beaded dress with a matching shrug and a pair of black mock suede high-heel sandals with jewel detail. Jasmine was all dressed up and ready for her date, all within thirty minutes. With her purse and cell phone in tow, she went downstairs to the hotel lobby and waited for her date’s arrival. D’Artagnan arrived at the hotel at eight o’clock on the dot. He wore a dark blue crewneck sweater with black jeans and shoes; he even got a flower bouquet in his hand. “You look so gorgeous tonight and these are for you.” D’Artagnan said to Jasmine as he gave her the flowers. “Why thank you. You clean up nicely yourself.” Jasmine replied with a smile. Like a gentleman, D’Artagnan held the door for her as they left the hotel lobby. They walked to his car, a silver Toyota Prius, and D’Artagnan even opened the car door for her. They arrived at Brennan’s and were promptly seated to a nice table. “I’m telling you that no New Orleans dining experience is complete without a visit to Brennan’s.” D’Artagnan happily said to her. They first got started on the appetizers; Jasmine had the Creole Onion Soup and D’Artagnan had the Oyster Soup Brennan. After that, they were ready for the main entrees. Jasmine had the Shrimp Scarlett with Andouille while D’Artagnan had the redfish with lump crabmeat Jaime. The two shared a mutual foodgasm by way of the appetizers and entrees. They were then ready for dessert, but instead of sharing one, they had three delectable desserts: the world-famous bananas foster, the divinely decadent chocolate Creole cake, and the bread pudding St. Joan of Arc. D’Artagnan spoon-fed her bananas foster; it was so decadently delicious, especially when she licked the sweet sauce that dripped from her lips. Jasmine in return took her spoon and fed D’Artagnan the chocolate Creole cake. She had both a foodgasm from the delicious food and a touchgasm from the feel of D’Artagnan’s hand softly touching her thigh under the table. The dessert feeding because a sensuous moment as they looked into each other’s eyes. After paying for dinner and dessert, D’Artagnan and Jasmine left the restaurant together in his Prius and went to Maison on Frenchmen Street. Once they got there, they went to the bar, which was on the second level. “I’m just curious. Why were you named D’Artagnan?” Jasmine asked him as she took a small sip of her drink, the Southern Peach, and a large gulp of ice water. “My mom’s a bibliophile who has her own private library. I remember that she gave that name because The Three Musketeers is one of her favorite books growing up, not only that she even had craving of the chocolate bars of the same name when she was pregnant with me. In fact, she named my three other siblings after book characters: my younger sister Roxanne from Cyrano do Bergerac, my older brother Atticus from To Kill a Mockingbird, and my second sister Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Not only does my mom love to read, she is also an English teacher and an aspiring romance novelist. She loves classic books and Harlequin novels; she’s currently working on an erotic romance novel, her very first book, set here in New Orleans.” D’Artagnan replied to Jasmine. “That’s absolutely amazing.” Jasmine happily replied. “I’m not trying to pry into your personal life or anything, but why did you and your boyfriend break up?” D’Artagnan asked Jasmine. “There were a lot of reasons. He was more of a homebody while I like to go out, he was a mooch, he didn’t have his own place, etc. But the very main reason for the break-up was that he cheated on me and I caught him with another woman. I just ended it with him then and there, no drama or crazy antics necessary. All that happened while my mom was in the hospital. I just deleted all his contact information from my cell phone, social networking, and all.” Jasmine replied. “Wow, that’s a lot to go through.” D’Artagnan said as he took a sip of ice water. “All that’s happened in my life is exactly why I needed a New Orleans getaway.” Jasmine said as she drank some more water. Several minutes later, Jasmine and D’Artagnan left the bar together, got into his car, and went back to the hotel. D’Artagnan walked with Jasmine to the hotel lobby and took the elevator to her hotel room. Jasmine looked at D’Artagnan and asked him, “Would you like to come inside?” D’Artagnan accepted her little invitation and followed her into the room. She then took the “Do Not Disturb” sign from behind the door and placed in front of the door. Jasmine made the first move as she gently pulled D’Artagnan close to her body and passionately kissed his lips. D’Artagnan responded by wrapping his arms around her shapely waist, then they went into her bedroom. Once they arrived at the bedroom, D’Artagnan softly kissed up and down one side of Jasmine’s neck before sitting her down on the full-size bed. Jasmine looked into D’Artagnan’s blue eyes and said, “Do you know that you’re my very first post-breakup vacation fling? The reason I said that was because you’re the first guy I’ve met since my breakup.” D’Artagnan smiled and replied, “I’m very honored and flattered.” He then kneeled in front of Jasmine as he gladly took off her shoes and gave her feet a gentle massage. Once the shoes were off, D’Artagnan placed his hands onto Jasmine’s hips as he deeply kissed her lips once more. He asked her, “May I help you take off your dress?” Jasmine replied, “Yes, please.” With that, D’Artagnan carefully took off her dress and laid it on the nearby chair before deeply kissing her lips. Jasmine in return took off D’Artagnan’s black leather jacket and a crewneck sweater that was as blue as his eyes. Jasmine was very tempted by both the feel of his smooth skin and the look of his lean, fit, yet-not-too-muscular body; she even got turned on by the sight of his V-line. D’Artagnan scanned Jasmine’s body with both his hands and his eyes; she was curvy in all the right places, her milk chocolate skin was soft and silky to the touch, her coordinated black lace lingerie fit her body perfectly, and her black medium-length hair shone in the lighting. Jasmine returned his kiss on the lips with more passion as they lay on the bed. D’Artagnan softly kissed on her neck while his hands caressed her skin, which made Jasmine moan in delight. She moaned some more when D’Artagnan unhooked her black bra and orally pleasured her womanly breasts. D’Artagnan kissed his way down to Jasmine’s stomach till he reached the waistband of her black panties. He slowly removed her panties and kissed her knees, legs, and inner thighs. Jasmine gasped as D’Artagnan tasted her chocolate pussy for the first time; she enjoyed the feel of his mouth tasting her woman cave. The only thing that made it more intense and very sexy was D’Artagnan looking at her with his blue fuck-me eyes. Jasmine not only came from him orally pleasuring her, but also from looking at her reflection in his eyes. While he tasted her, D’Artagnan took off his pants and stroked his vanilla cock to get himself ready for her. Just as Jasmine was about to mention condoms, D’Artagnan gladly volunteered and said, “Let me get the condoms, Jasmine.” “They’re in my suitcase.” Jasmine replied. “Thanks.” D’Artagnan said as he kissed her lips. As soon as D’Artagnan retrieved the condoms and returned to the bedroom, he rejoined Jasmine on the bed. Jasmine watched in anticipation as D’Artagnan properly put the condom onto his hardened length. He got on top of Jasmine, pulled her close to him, kissed her lips, and slowly entered her chocolate womanhood. Jasmine gasped as the feel of him entering her with a slow, deep thrust. They looked into each other’s bedroom eyes as D’Artagnan continued delivering deep, slow strokes to her pussy. D’Artagnan kept his focus on Jasmine’s pleasure, never skimping on the foreplay not even during the sex. He slid his hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit in slow circles, all while kissing her both sides of her neck. Jasmine’s moans and groans became intense with each stroke D’Artagnan delivered; he even moaned with her as her sugar walls squeezed his cock each time. Without losing his hold on Jasmine’s body, D’Artagnan rolled over till he was on his back and Jasmine was on top of him. He placed his hands onto her hips as he slid his condom-covered cock into her pussy once more. Jasmine looked into his blue fuck-me eyes while the tempo of his thrusts switched from slow to fast and back again. D’Artagnan reached for a pillow, placed it behind Jasmine’s head so she can be comfortable, and laid her down till he was on top of her again. Jasmine wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrusted into her again. He then took one of Jasmine’s hands and planted soft kisses on it. “Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooooh…” Jasmine moaned loudly. “Oh, oh come for me, Jasmine.” D’Artagnan moaned as they reached the climax. Then, D’Artagnan pulled out, slid the condom off of his cock, and squirted his man milk onto Jasmine’s stomach; some of it even made it between her breasts. But he wasn’t done with her just yet. He softly kissed her inner thighs, held on to her hips, and tasted her pussy again; he wanted to make her come a little more. Jasmine gently played with D’Artagnan’s black hair as he orally pleasured her. After that, D’Artagnan pulled Jasmine close to her and passionately kissed her lips. They laid their lust perspired bodies close to each other while basking in the afterglow. Jasmine said to D’Artagnan, “This has to be the best vacation fling I’ve ever had.” D’Artagnan softly stroked Jasmine’s hair and kissed the top of her head as he said to her, “I can’t wait to go out on another date with you, Jasmine, especially because I enjoy your company both in and out of the bedroom.” Jasmine smiled as she replied, “I would like that a lot. How does tomorrow night sound?” “Sounds so perfect, we can go out for dinner, drinks, dancing, and have romance at my place downtown.” D’Artagnan said as he looked into her eyes and kissed her hand. “I look forward to that and enjoying more of New Orleans on my vacation.” Jasmine said as she kissed him on the lips. THE END