Mardi Gras fantasy

Mardi Gras 2010

This story recounts what I would call a peak of bravery regarding public exposure for me. My wife and I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the past 3 years straight. I had decided quite a while back that this would be the year to really push the envelope, and wear a costume of some kind that was very skimpy, very sexy. About 3 weeks before we were to take off, my wife informed me that her parents were going to join us! I absolutely crashed on the idea. Here I was planning on spending the 3 days as close to naked as I could, and now the in-laws were coming along. Certainly not the ideal partners for such an adventure!

As the days went by, it became increasingly clear that the weather wasn't going to cooperate either, and I might not have been comfortable in skimpy attire no matter who did or didn't go with us. Turned out to be the coldest Mardi Gras since 1959. What having the in-laws along did for me though, was give my wife someone to talk to on the parade route, while I hit Bourbon Street.

Hoping for nice weather and planning to be showing off, I had hit the tanning bed for the month prior, making sure my long standing thong tan lines were very well defined. The weather may have talked me out of my costume ideas, but I wore a pair of well worn, slightly too large jeans, which slid down my hips a bit while walking, and showed the tan lines or thong underneath on command. I made sure to show at a few opportunities with attractive female audiences, but it was pretty low key overall.

The real fun began when I walked into "The Famous Door", one of the many party bars on Bourbon St.

The Bud Light girls (dressed in black spandex pants, little chain belts and black sports bras) were onstage, offering airbrush tattoos to anyone who wanted one. Most everyone was just walking up to the edge of the stage, and getting one on their cheek. A few girls started going for the shoulders or chest, and then a couple went for the tramp stamp very lower back area. The music was pumping, and the hot little DJ/MC on stage was working the crowd up, and encouraging folks to come up to get tattooed.

A young lady (are there any ladies on Bourbon St?) walked up the steps and actually got up on stage with the MC and Bud girls, and said she wanted her tattoo a bit lower. She slid her jeans down a ways, baring about the top half of a smooth butt, no underwear, no tanlines. One of the girls doing the tattoos moved right in, and planted one on the top half of her right cheek, much to the crowds' approval.

The MC then says "We don't want to discriminate, so we should get a guy up here for a tattoo too!" She then asked if there were any guys in the audience in tighty-whities. Apparently she was going to get them to tattoo the underwear, which didn't make any sense. There had to be some drunk guy out there that would get his ass tattooed, but since she was asking for something specific, she wasn't getting any takers. She asked another time or two, pointing out specific guys she thought might go. She finally got one guy on stage, but when he dropped his drawers, he had on dark blue briefs, not even very small ones. She was disappointed, and let him know it. He got his stomach tattooed and went on his way.

She then asked "Ok, do we have any men out there wearing a thong?" I was in heaven! I had worn an old MaxPower metallic silver thong that was pretty close to the tan lines. I worked my way up to the stage stairs, and the bouncer dude looked at me, then I pulled the side of my jeans down to show the side strap of the thong to one of the girls on stage, who literally squealed, and grabbed my hand, pulling me up on stage. I was led over to the MC, who asked if I had tighty-whities on, and I told her no, I was wearing a thong. The look on her face was priceless! She told me to "Drop 'em!" Which I happily did, facing the crowd and keeping the front in place, I dropped the jeans to the bottom of my butt, and then slid the thong down to meet them. I bent over, and put my hands just below my knees, and pulled my shirt up plenty far enough to give her lots of skin to work with. The MC suddenly goes "Wait a minute, hold on here, stop the music, stop the music!" The music stopped, and the place got awfully quiet for a crowded party bar. She then starts in "Guys, this is the shit right here, you all need to do this, because your ladies would go crazy. This is so damn hot!" I thought I was going to die right there, I was loving it.

During that time, a Bud girl moved in on each cheek, and sprayed me a Mardi Gras tattoo quite a ways down. Once they were done, they turned me around, so the crowd could see their handiwork. I kept the shirt up, pants down, and shook my butt around for the whole bar for probably 30 seconds, which seemed like forever. Lots of camera flashes! I finally pulled my pants back up, thanked the girls and made my way off stage, to all kinds of whistles, cheers, etc. A few high fives from guys as I was getting down, and I was back in the crowd, and back to my beer. My head was spinning from the whole experience!

We plan to continue to attend Mardi Gras every year!