Urban Erotica Fantasy - Katty

Title: Mardi Gras

Title: Mardi Gras
Author: Martine Lewis
Copyright © 2003 by Martine Lewis
E-mail: Lewis_martine@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Katty spends the weekend in New Orleans on Mardi Gras
Distribution: If you want it, you nto ato ask for it. This is COPYRIGHT, which means I will sue you if you don't ask for my permission to use it.
Dedication: To my inspiring friends because I know you will enjoy this one J


 
"If I had known better, I would definitely not have chosen this stock broker," said Katty to her friend Anna, taking another mouthful of her Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream.
Her dog, Casey, walked into the room holding his favourite plastic bone in his mouth, and jumped on the couch next to her.
"I told you: you should have told him to shove himself up his ass!" said Anna from behind the counter in the kitchen. "But did anybody ever listen to me? No! It's not because I'm a jeweller that I don't know anything about stocks and fishy people! I've been around, you know. And I do read the market section of the paper like everybody else!"
Katty listen to her without a word. As much as she loved her friend Anna, Anna had the tendency to throw back at people their mistakes when they didn't follow her advice.
After her problems at work and her lost in investment, Katty had flew to New Orleans for a well deserved time off, and to lick her wounds. Staying in Orlando would not have cut it. She had seriously needed some fresh air and being at Anna's was always refreshing. Anna had these bizarre conversations that would make Katty wonder if they were from the same planet. But she had to admit, Anna's conversations were always entertaining and out of the ordinary that Katty would forget about her own problems.
But before getting there, Katty had to had the typical 'I told you so's'.
"So, now that I've told you 'I told you so', tell me what happen. How bad is it?"
"Bad," answered Katty as if she was talking about the weather.
"What do you mean by 'bad'?" asked Anna walking into the living room.
She put two plates of sandwich and cheese on the coffee table and sat on the second couch, facing Katty.
Casey jumped off the couch, walked to the table, and looked up at Anna and Katty expectantly. Katty petted him distractedly on the head and gave him a piece of cheese.
"No-food-in-the-fridge-for-a-while bad," answered Katty eating a piece of sandwich.
"You're not going to loose your house, are you?" asked Anna, now worried.
"Nah! I don't think it will come to that," said Katty.
"So, what happened?"
"He borrowed money against my existing accounts to invest in something else," answered Katty more concentrated on her food than her conversation. "I'm loosing about $7000 in all this, but the good news is that he's losing his licence."
"He should have lost his dick also! This guy is an ass hole. I knew from the first time we met him that he was fishy!"
"Yep," answered Katty calmly.
"How can you stay so damn calm?" exclaimed Anna. "I would freak out if I were you! Granted $7000 is not the end of the world but nevertheless, he stole from you!"
"You should have seen me last week," said Katty.
"Well, at least you're here now," said Anna a lot calmer. "That will take your mind off of it."
"Talking about taking my mind off of it, when are we going to the parade? That's my first Mardi Gras and I'm all excited!"
"Tomorrow night," answered Anna. "And you'll see, you won't regret it."

And fun, it was.
Never in her life had Katty seen so many totally gorgeous man at the same time.
Running after beads, she had lost Anna half an hour ago. Most people would have thought she was crazy to be by herself in this crowd of overly excited people, but Katty felt relatively safe, even somewhat at home. The anonymity of the place, and the occasion was comforting. She could be who she wanted, do what she wanted, and there were nobody around that could held her accountable for it. It was refreshing, it was total freedom.
And she had every intention to enjoy every seconds of it.
Walking behind the row of people who were facing the street looking at the parade, Katty ran after beads that got thrown too far. But in a way, she was convinced that the parade people were purposely throwing the beads her way. Her costume consisted of a white robe with white feathery angel wings. She was conscious that every time she would raise her arms in the air to catch beads, people could get a discreet glimpse at one of her round breasts… and she didn't care.
This was New Orleans, this was Mardi Gras, and this was the perfect place to enjoy herself without thinking about the taboos of society. And anyway, the guys on the parade floats obviously didn't mind her little extravagance.
She had just caught her last beads and turned back to look at the parade when she saw him, on the coming float, this man, build like a god, dressed in a toga, his dark muscled arms and half of his chest bare.
He was pure sex.
He was looking in her direction, his eyes finding hers, like in the movies. And Katty could have sworn that the sound faded to a dull background noise. Everybody around her became a blurb of colour and only two people were left in the world: her and him.
This was so surreal.
Slowly, he began to walk down the float stairs and make his way through the crowd, towards her. He stopped an arm length away from her looking at her as if she really was an angel. Tentatively, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently. As soon as his lips touched hers, Katty found herself weak in the knees, intoxicated by his richly perfumed smell. His touch was electrifying. She felt his hands dry and warm on her shoulders, squeezing gently but firmly pushing her slowly but surely towards the closest alley, between two antic buildings.
Suddenly, she felt a cool wall against her back, and his tongue on her lips, begging for entrance to her mouth. She slightly opened her lips and his tongue plunged in her mouth, kissing her senseless. Katty moaned with pleasure and desire, and he stopped kissing her, coming out for air.
"Dear Lord," was the only thing Katty could find to say.
This man was totally unbalancing her universe, or the comprehension she had of it, and she had the feeling it would get incredibly hallucinating very fast.
Her conscience was screaming at her to be careful, to run away from this desert alley, but her heart only wanted to embarrass the freedom of the moment, under all its forms. And the form she had in front of her was too good to pass.
He looked like a god.
And, for the moment, he had only eyes for her.
Which dramatically boosted her ego.
And she needed it.
Her ego had been badly scorned by her last relationship, but she hadn't shared her pain with anybody else. But now was absolutely not the time to dwell on anything that went bad in the past, it was time to live in the present, and this amazon, in front of her, was by far the best "present" she could wish for.
He was looking at her intently, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
But no words needed to be spoken. His eyes were talking louder than words.
And she wanted to be reckless.
Now.
And for once in her life, do something she wouldn't dare do in normal circumstances.
Again, her reason tried to wake her up from her daze, but the daze was just too good to wake up from.
His luscious lips found hers again, and Katty could have sworn the world had suddenly start to spin backwards. Katty could easily imagine her angel wings flapping and her feet leaving the ground.
In her fogged mind, rendered completely numb by the intensity of his soaring kissed, Katty registered the dirtiness of the alley and she realised that the sex she was undeniably going to have with this man was also dirty, but also wild, crazy and highly exciting.
She could feel his erection on her hip and without hesitation, she brought her hand to it, touching it through his toga. He was huge, bigger than any men she had had before.
He backed slightly from her and pulled his toga aside. To Katty's surprise, he was naked under it and she could now feel his manhood skin in her hand.
He pulled her long dress up and began to fumble with her panties, pushing them aside, plunging his fingers in her warmth. Katty gasped in surprise.
It was raw, totally unrefined, but at the same time, so exciting.
And the chances of getting caught somehow increased the urgency, and in a twisted way, the excitement.
Katty was melting against his hand when he suddenly pulled away, letting his toga fall back in place. Katty groaned in protest.
He backed away two steps and, looking at her like she was the sweetest desert, he fumbled with a well manicured hand inside his toga, and pulled out a condom. Without any concerns to the fact that he could easily be seen by any street passers-by, he pulled the toga aside, uncovering his erection, and slowly unrolled the condom over it.
He then looked back up at her and licking his lips, letting the burning desire show on his face. Katty knew perfectly well that the same reflection could be read on her own face. The view of this beautiful man, his sex twitching in front of him, ready to possess her, had an effect Katty had seldom felt in her life. Slowly, sensuously, she pulled her long while angel dress up and showed him her panties pulling them aside, without even bothering to take them off. Avidly, he approached her and, without waiting for anymore invitation, he plugged his erection into her.
Katty winced, first in pain at his size. But the pain was quickly replaced by a sense of fulfilment.
He grabbed her butt with his hands and pulled her up. Katty put her legs around his waist, giving him better access, allowing him to go deeper in her. His mouth found her neck which he roughly kissed, moving in and out of her in passionate, almost brutal trusts.
This man was not a man anymore.
He was a beast.
Her beast.
And his trusts were pure ecstasy.
There were having passionate sex, in a dirty alley, where every passers-by could see them, and Katty could care less.
She was in Heaven.
She was free.
And she was coming so hard that she had the impression the entire planet shook with her.
And he kept on trusting, through her erratic contractions, while looking at her with a self satisfied smile on his face.
He slowed only a few moments to have her come down from her high before he kissed her and began trusting again.
Katty could not believe the potency of this man. He was back at it, working her hard again, and while Katty thought she would die of exhaustion, on the verge of coming again, she heard him groan almost like a feline.
When she came again, contracting on his sex, he came with her in a long moan of pleasure.
This man was definitely a beast.
A black beautiful panther, with stamina like she had rarely seen.
Slowly, his sex left her and she put her feet back on the ground. Her knees buckled and he helped her regain her balance. She was soar but incredibly satisfied.
She looked up and their eyes met. Slowly, gently, he took her face in his hands and kissed her, as if she was made of porcelain. He then looked back at her and took, from around his neck, a very odd necklace of beads, with beads of awkward forms and different colours. He slowly put it around her neck, took her face in his hands again, and kissed her forehead.
He looked at her one last time and left, without a word.

"I got so afraid when I found out you were not there anymore," said Anna later that night. "In that crowd, I thought somebody had rapped you or something."
They were both sitting on Anna's bed, going through the numerous beads they had gathered that day, separating them by colours.
"Nah!" said Katty. "Nothing that exciting, really."
Katty, not the sharing type didn't really want to elaborate on what had happened. While she had felt totally free and liberated, Anna would be more of a mind to tell her how stupid and reckless she had been. And she didn't want to ear it. She wanted to keep the wonderful feeling she had about her encounter with her beautiful amazon intact.
"So, where were you all that time?" asked Anna. "We looked for you everywhere."
Katty's dog jumped on the bed next to her and, after turning on himself a few times, lay down looking at her.
"Oh, around," answered Katty. "Gathering beads and dancing and all," she added, putting the necklace her mysterious lover had given her, around her dog's neck.
"What's this?" asked Anna, taking the odd necklace from the dog. "That's an odd bead necklace."
She looked at it more closely.
The beads were not laced together but held in place by an intricate metal art work.
Anna suddenly stood up and left the room, necklace in hands. She came back a few moments later, holding a jeweller magnifying glass in one hand, and the necklace in the other.
"Who gave you this?" she asked as if angry.
Katty knew better than to be thrown off by her tone.
"I don't know," she said, which was not totally a lie since she really didn't know who the man had been. "Some guy," she added.
"Some guy?!" said Anna. "Do you have any idea what this is I'm holding in here?"
"No," answered Katty, still not shaken by Anna excitement.
"Katty, I'm holding thousands of dollars in precious stones."
"You're too funny," said Katty, thinking that her friend was playing a prank on her.
"Katty, listen to me," said Anna very seriously. "I'm not joking. This necklace is worth thousands of dollars."
Katty looked up at her frowning.
And she remembered the man.
How he had preyed on her with his eyes.
His well manicured hands.
His expensive perfume.
And the lone odd beads necklace around his neck.
Her little souvenir.
His way of saying thank you.