The quarter was always a good place to go hunting for some ladies. Between the NOLA natives and the constant flow of tourists, there was always something new. Always something ready and willing.
Drinks in the quarter were cheaper than anywhere else in the city. So, you can treat a lady, especially an out-of-town lady, for cheap and she would be none-the-wiser.
I stopped in Bar Tonique and ordered a Vesper at the bar. I scanned the tavern for something appealing. Though there were plenty of ladies in there, some of them checking me out, none of them were my fancy.
I liked my women thick, with real curves. I was a proud BBW lover. Black BBWs at that. Wasn’t nothing like the pussy of a Black Big Beautiful Woman. So soft, wet, gushy and warm. They would beg for a big dick like mine to sink all the way in. They’re titties were the best too. Just the thought of a big pair of natural titties bouncing while I’m in a tight fat pussy made me begin to harden.
After finishing my drink, I decided there wasn’t anything for me in this spot, so I left. Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop Bar was my next stop for a Hurricane. I walked around sipping on my strong mixed drink with my button-down shirt open, black jeans, and matte black loafers. After about five minutes was when I spotted her, the woman who would turn my world upside down and I would later give up everything for.
I didn’t know that at the time though.
I stood against the brick of a building watching her from across the street. Tall, thick wide hips, big titties. Beautiful face. Confident. She walked like she owed the world nothing, but the world owed her a big kiss on her ass.
Oh, I wanted to kiss and lick that ass and more.
I followed her until she went into the Curio. It looked like she was alone, but she could’ve been meeting someone. Inside the little European bar, I stood behind her. Her perfume was as intoxicating as the Hurricane I chugged down while I followed her.
“How many?” the hostess asked her.
“One.”
“Make that two,” I said. The beautiful BBW in front of me turned around and looked me up and down. “That’s if it is okay with you,” I added.
She bit her bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m good with that.”
“Andre,” I said as I put my hand out for hers.
“Destiny.”
She put her hand in mine and I kissed her knuckles before looking at the hostess and confirming that it would be two of us for dinner. Sexy Miss Destiny and I followed the hostess holding hands like we’re familiar lovers. I pulled her chair out for her, then took my seat.
Damn, she was fine. Her dark skin was smooth and glowed, and her bright pink top complimented her complexion perfectly. “What brings you to the quarter?” she asked me.
“I was looking for you.”
“You say that to all the ladies, I bet.”
“I do. It works. This time I mean it.” I was surprised by how much I did. That was how I knew she was different unlike any woman I had ever interacted with. I was hers from the moment I laid eyes on her and didn’t know it.
“You say that to all the ladies, too?”
“No.”
She gave me a smirk that was both wicked and sexy. Her accent told me she was a local. That’s good because I was already thinking I was going to want to have her more than once.
“What would you like to drink?” a waitress asked us.
“Sparkly Rosè for me," Destiny said.
“I’ll have an Abita Amber,” I answered. The waitress walked away. Destiny and I never took our eyes off each other. “What brings you to the quarter?” I asked her in return.
“Looking to satisfy a hunger or two.”
“Single?”
“You wouldn’t be sitting here with me if I wasn’t.” The waitress brought our drinks and we both took a sip.
“Have you had a chance to look at the menu?”
“Not yet,” I said. Still, I kept my eyes on Destiny.
“I’ll give you a few more minutes.” Then she was off again.
“What are you hungry for, Miss Destiny?” Something about my question got to her in a good way. She gasped and bit her plump bottom lip. My eyes traveled from her lips, down her neck, and rested on the swell of her breasts. Yeah, I definitely wanted to see my dick poke through the top of her breasts as she held them together while I fucked her titties.
“Several things, food being the least of them now.”
“In that case, what do you say about us getting out of here and going dancing? See where the evening takes us.”
Her smile widened. Beautiful pearly white teeth with her dark skin…whew. I found myself wondering what more I could do to keep her smiling at me like that. “I’d like that a lot.”
I pulled out my wallet, tossed $40 on the table, and put my hand out for hers.
There was always a party on the streets of the Quarter. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves in the middle of one and were dancing to the music.
You know that song by Next that’s about a woman dancing on a man so close that she turned him on, and his dick got hard? Yeah, that was me in that moment with Destiny. I knew she could feel me, and she seemed to be loving it.
She kept grinding and shaking her big round ass on me. I wasn’t sure if she was doing it for me, the other people looking, or both. I didn’t care. All I knew was that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
The humid air seemed to be electric, adding to the intensity of the heat between us. Sweat beaded on her back in the places where her skin was exposed. I wanted to mix her sweat with mine from my chest and abs.
I squeezed her hips and pulled her even more into me, controlling her pace. Really, I was making sure I was keeping up with her and that the seductive shakes of her ass didn’t bounce me off and away from her. Baby girl could move.
That was one of the things I liked the most about local girls over the tourists, especially the women who lived north and east of the transcontinental railroad. Local girls, southern girls in general, could shake their asses like no other. Northern girls were alright at it. Island girls could wind their hips like crazy. Still, I would take me a fluffy southern Black Queen before any others.
My lucky hands were gripping the hips of such a Queen right then.
