Emma In The Big Easy

"Emma in the Big Easy"

Another tale of Emma's journey in exhibitionism. See Emma's Story and Emma's Story Continued.

I said I'd tell you more about my journey of exhibitionism, doing more dares, being exposed and showing myself in public and satisfying my partner, Jacob's voyeuristic fetishes as well. Well, one time, I was given a dare involving exhibitionism while in New Orleans so let me tell you about that adventure. This was a few years ago and after the weekend we had with Pam and Kayla and their husbands that I told you about (in Emma's Story Continued). It was such a hot few days - in more ways than one - and it still gets me aroused to think of all the things that happened when we were there and the limits that I tested and stretched.

The city lives up to its nickname of The Big Easy; Great music, good food. A lady might be compelled to let her hair down in such a relaxed environment and it certainly was a laid-back and sexy atmosphere. We'd travelled down there for a break from home and deliberately timed it to be there at Mardi Gras time. We'd seen some videos and photographs of the carnival and parade and noted just how daring some of the girls were. Jacob wanted me to have the full experience - flashing my boobs and collecting beads was the main part of the dare. I was quite used to his dares by now and comfortable showing my "assets" to strangers but this would be a much more public environment and there would be many more people who would see my naked breasts - and maybe more.

The thought was arousing and I was excited even as I began packing for the trip, choosing my lingerie and outer clothing with care. But I should explain; when I wear revealing clothes in public or flash my body, I find myself experiencing something more than just erotic arousal. Well, of course it was certainly that and I was always so turned on when I did it. But it was more. It was more like it was a performance and that I was a headline performer in my own show. I'm did well at college, I'm successful in my job and I have decent family relationships so it not something to do with a lack of validation, more that there's another part of my brain that gets engaged when I'm "on show." It's something that not everybody seems to do and the appreciation is instant. Instant for me in that I get a rush, and instant for the guys - and girls - who see me and smile or applaud or do whatever they do to recognise that I've done something brave and worthwhile.

Am I crazy? It makes perfect sense to me and I love that part of my life.

Before we travelled, we discussed what we'd do and when, and this got Jacob in a good mood several times in the weeks and days leading up to our travel. He had some ideas of what I should wear and had helped me pack, but he said that there were a few things missing or that my outfits weren't totally the right thing for the parade so we'd have to do some searching and shopping when we got there. When we checked into the hotel, Jacob had suggested that I wear a lingerie ensemble underneath a V necked blouse and skirt with plenty of beads on the street and flash when discrete moments (if there are any!) present themselves. He was full of ideas those few days, Lol. The prospect of doing this in a carnival atmosphere where I wouldn't be the only girl showing her body was appealing and knowing that there would be a lot of men wanting to play the voyeur to my exhibitionist ways was already getting me aroused, mentally as well as physically.

Anyway, as I said, I didn't have what we thought was the right outfit to satisfy Jacob and to show myself off, so on the afternoon before the carnival, we went for a stroll around town to see if there were any shops that sold the kind of things we were looking for. None of the standard stores had anything remotely interesting, then we saw a rather edgy shop off Bourbon Street. They had some odd and interesting things in the window so Jacob and I went in and had a look around.

We had wanted to get an outfit and some accessories to make my outfit a bit more dramatic and in keeping with the festival, which is why we'd wanted to look more closely at the things in the shop. So, we were looking at purchasing a masquerade, hairpiece and rather provocative lingerie - open cup bra and panties sans crotch coverage. We'd also picked out some nipple rings to "enhance" my bust, but the ensemble we picked off the shelf had too many straps and hooks, or so claimed Jake, and the nipple rings refused to stay in place, so he dared me to seek help from the shop keeper (who was all inked up and pierced). I refused (I was in the changing room with Jacob, with a curtain and a mirror). Jacob had been taking liberties while trying to help me with the ensemble, but then, I was also getting a bit aroused looking at the state of my attire or rather the lack of its coverage. And seeing Jacob get visibly excited led to the situation in the dressing room getting charged with a certain erotic anticipation. My body was visibly shaking. My breasts felt heavy and nipples thick. My exposed lips were getting moist.

Jacob followed up his suggestion by adding, "Emma, please. We are far from home and it is not as if you haven't shown off or been touched by folks other than me." I got a little upset and he apologized and offered me his white sports jacket. Upset is perhaps too strong a word, but the thought of the shopkeeper seeing me with my boobs all on display and crotch area uncovered made me clam up a little. So, I put his coat on over the top of the lingerie. It smelled of his Bulgari perfume which got me horny as well. Smells are so important, don't you agree?

I am not that tall but Jacob is, so the jacket covered about 3/4 of my bum. Enough for the crease at the top of my thigh to show, but no more. Once I'd got the jacket on, as ridiculous as it sounds - after all, my tits were still out and my pussy was free and loose - I felt more relaxed and confident and I said, "It's OK if you want to have a chat with Carl (the shop keeper) to explore other options of sexy jewellery and how to keep these darn nipple rings in place."

Jacob left the room to inquire with Carl. He came back alone and I was halfway disappointed not to see Carl with him. Jacob said, "He will be here in about five minutes. He's just taking care of a customer and delegating to his assistant." The wait made me even more nervous, anticipating how I was dressed and how I looked, what he would see. Carl came by our changing stall within a couple of minutes but the wait seemed agonizingly longer. My heart beats were through the roof and little drops of sweat were breaking out.

Carl was so polite and asked, "Do you need some help in there? Is it OK for me to come in?" Even though he must have known that three people would make a crowd in the room. So Jacob slid the curtain half way, with me still covered by the spread-out part of it. Carl turned out to be engaging in conversation and didn't give out any creepy vibes at all. A tall skinny man all inked in a white T-shirt and light blue jeans; key chain and all that. Probably in his late 50s or early 60s. Professional, mature and confident but edgy. He smelled faintly of cigars hidden by some aftershave scent - very sexy in a raw and dangerous way, very masculine. He said something like, "That's quite an outfit. Are you planning to have some fun in the parade this evening?" By which he meant, as I figured out later, whether I was going to flash my tits.

Jacob said, "We've considered it, if it could be done discretely."

Carl looked at me, smiled and said, "Well most gals & couples I know have had the same thoughts. Those who consider it usually get into the spirit of carnival and have a lot of fun doing it. But I'd advise you to make your flashes crisp quick and keep the eye mask on for a bit of privacy and confidence. Most girls relax a lot after the first few flashes after they get chains after chains of beads which show that they're being appreciated." He was just chatting, but definitely ogling at me, holding the nipple ring/chain in his hand that Jacob had handed to him.

That's when he suggested to get a stretchy low-cut blouse and a modest thigh length skirt. "As regards the jewellery you've chosen, the nipple ring you've picked does not have a clip to hold it in place so isn't very positive. If you like that one, you'll need a little glue, a transparent pasty or an adjustable clip. Can I take a look at how it fits?" I hesitated a bit. "Wait," he said and he asked us to hold on, went out and came back with some other nipple rings.

Carl produced three options of nipple rings. One was a simple Omega (or more like a tear drop) shaped ring with two tiny balls at the end that could be crimped. The second was shaped like a flower with six or eight petals. The third was a loop that could be tightened with a slider, with a single cultured pearl pendant.

He held out the rings and had a playful, wicked smile on his face when he said, "Let me know if you guys need help with these."

Before Jacob said anything, I cut him off by saying, "No thanks, we are good here." But Jacob started talking and engaged him inquiring about the parade (this was just a pretext to keep Carl in the stall and indulging Jacob by showing me off to him).

The conversation about the parade turned to flashing and beads. He asked us to wait again and left the cubicle. After a few tense moments, he returned with a set of colourful beads. "Here, you might like to have a little private rehearsal for any activity you might get up to during the parade so I brought these beads to try." His slow, quiet southern drawl made me cringe with desire but a very slutty kind of edge to it.

I looked at Jacob who said, "The reward offered is tempting." The thought of showing my bare boobs to a stranger for something material in return struck me as a little weird but my pussy lips were tingling by then and I wanted to follow through and see how much Jacob pushed me, how much Carl wanted to see me and where it might all go.

I glanced at Jacob and he gave an approving grin. I followed Carl's instructions to open up the jacket, doing a quick flash by opening the flaps of the jacket and then closing it quickly. "Wow, a perfect flash," he said.

Jacob, my horny son-of-a-bitch, asked Carl, "Did you like what you saw?"

Carl looked at me directly and said, "Your titties are amazing. I sure hope you give them plenty of airtime at the carnival. You should let our hair down and embrace the free spirit of the city." The way he said it with his Southern accent made it sound very salacious. He also said, "Your titties are truly gorgeous and I just love your proud nipples." Carl looked me over from head to toe, covered in Jacob's jacket with the front parted enough to see some of the lingerie and generous amounts of skin., including my exposed and by now very wet pussy lips.

He was definitely impressed. "Mmmm - gorgeous titties," he said, "All natural, I presume." He gave me several strings of the glitzy beads. As I was struggling to place them over my chest, he intervened, saying, "Allow me to adjust them." The way he kept calling them my "titties" was at the same time demeaning and degrading, as if I was back in high school. I wouldn't normally regard them as "titties," and certainly not in the diminutive. But with his accent and his confident manner, it turned me on immensely and I became submissive to him.

As he put his hands to the beads around my neck, adjusting them and stroking the side of my throat, I felt a shiver running down my body; an erotic frisson that left me weak at the knees. I felt his hands touch the skin of my cleavage and fingers brush over my nipples which thickened underneath the jacket and caused me to take a deep breath making my breasts heave. I was getting seriously turned on now. The slow pace with which this guy spoke to me, brushed against me, touched me, all made me want to grab him and let him rip my clothes off me and take me, right there in front of Jacob. Which I guess was what Jacob secretly wanted as well.

As he brushed against me, making my pussy ache for more, he said, "We have a sister store across the street that has some casual apparel which would go well with your outfit and which are well suited for flashing adventures. Can I recommend a V-neck halter or tank top with sufficiently elastic material (cotton/spandex) that can be parted to the sides, pulled down or up? Just so that it's simple for you to do a quick flash and then cover up as if nothing had happened. I could come with you to help pick something out if you liked?"

We thanked him, but he lingered, saying, "Oscar has the shop covered, so I could hang around with you if you wish?"

The erotic tension in cubicle was palpable. Jacob got the Omega-shaped rings out of the tiny zip lock plastic packaging aiming to try and attach them to my nipples which had swelled and were aching to be touched. Jacob came close to me and whispered, "When in Rome," or something like that. I pretended that this was like a normal beautician thing and not a lascivious man wanting to fondle me so I presented my right breast for him to apply the ring. Jacob's head would have been obstructing a clear view to the shop keeper as he kept chatting away, talking about Cajun food and music suggestions.

This was a turning point of the whole encounter. As Jacob tried to slip the ring on my excited nub and press the tiny balls at the end of the ring together, he fumbled and the ring fell on the floor. As he was trying to locate it and pick it up, embarrassed at his clumsiness, my right boob was in full view to the shopkeeper, now not a flash, but fully exposed there for him to ravish with his eyes.

I was surprised myself that I made no attempt to cover up and I was also getting a little sweaty. The fragrance I was wearing, with a hint of sweat apparently added to the erotic intrigue of the situation, according to Jacob.

"Looks like you guys need some help," said Carl.

"Looks like," said Jacob.

Carl went out and brought a little stool about knee high and placed it in front of me. He sat on it and said, "Let's do this properly, shall we?" As if he was taking charge of the situation.

Jacob stood behind Carl, looking over his shoulder. He sat in front of me with his tall legs opened in a broad 'V' which, together with the wall behind me, created a virtual domain of entrapment... or so it felt.

"OK now," he said. "Let me have a closer look. Please remove the jacket so that I have full access to my work area?" Saying this he helped me part the jacket. I was in a trance-like state and found myself complying fully by taking hold of the jacket lapels and sliding the jacket off. Carl collected it from me as his roving eyes studied my exposed body.

"Now, do I have your permission to work on you?" Carl asked looking at me first and later glancing back at Jacob who nodded.

I uttered a faint "Yes." It felt like I was agreeing to have my body laid out for this stranger to have his way with me. My juices were seriously flowing now and my nipples stood out firm from my taut breasts.

At this point, Carl said, "It's lovely that you consent to provide such access as this," while demonstrating what it meant by running his palms over my bare breasts and erect nipples. He squeezed them and trapped my nipples expertly between his forefinger and middle finger and pulled them forward, saying, "I need them stretched to slip the six-petal ring

on them."

Jacob told me later that seeing me in that state of undress and vulnerability, watching Carl's hands moving over my chest at will, made him fretful, yet he was very aroused. Watching Carl caress, fondle and squeeze my full breasts with stiffened nipples staring at him almost took him over the edge. Meanwhile, I seemed to be mesmerized by the course of events, J said, with Carl's soft control and dominance of the situation captivating my imagination. Nevertheless, my legs were closed instinctively, as if trying to preserve the remnants of my modesty.

Goosebumps, larger than the size of pinheads, bloomed all over my skin. As Carl caressed my shoulders and side arms, I felt a chill. He held my hands softly, looked into my eyes and told me to take a couple of deep breaths and relax.

He then took out the petal ring and placed it between his right thumb and forefinger, holding it to the light as if to examine it for one last time. "Easy now," he said. He used his left fore- and middle fingers like forceps with a tight grip to pull my right nipple toward him. His fingers squeezing my teat made my juices flow more strongly, like a switch had been pulled connecting my nipple to my pussy and I gave a have whimper, half groan. The ring was placed adeptly at the base of my captive nipple, pushed upward and gently tightened. As he manoeuvred through all these intricate movements with confidence, he was using his left thumb to rub against and stimulate the extremely sensitive nerves on the nub. This was just too much to bear, my wetness was now making my thighs sticky and I moaned audibly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Carl winked at me, grinning. He turned to Jacob and said, "With some practice, you will get a hang of it."

At this point, I was expecting him to put the other ring on, but he surprised me, saying, "The petal ring is nice, but the loopy ring with the pearl pendant will be a lot more unique and classier." Before Jacob or I could mull over it, Carl chose to get right to it, holding the ornament in his right hand while supporting and lifting my left breast up with the palm of his left hand, saying "Let's attend to this beauty now." I felt very objectified, taken for granted and a little angry at him for treating me as his play-thing. But his intimate toying around was making me more desirous of something in ways I could not yet identify, let alone articulate. I felt his hands and fingers tease my nipple as it was now placed inside the loop. He then tightened the loop until it squeezed my nipple and a part of it poked out of the loop, tilted upward. He stroked the nub with the palm of his hand and remarked, "That is a work of art now, a feast for many eyes at the parade, if you choose to show them."

Carl had me turn to look in the mirror and show off a little. "Shake them honey," he said and I felt obliged to obey. I have to say it felt good and I admired the way my boobs looked and moved with the added decorations. The weight of the pearl pendant swinging on my left nipple was especially thrilling. Carl now suggested that Jacob place the loop and pendant over my right nipple, handing the small ensemble to him. "First we have to remove the petal ring," he said. "Typically, you could use a little soap solution and it would slide off right away," he said. "Or saliva would work just as well too. Would you like to do the honours?" He asked Jacob, who didn't respond definitively as he might have been processing the turn of events with a visible bulge in his shorts. "Well, then, let me," said Carl, proceeding to hold my right boob in both his hands and ravenously sucking on and tonguing my nipple.

At some point a good portion of my breast was in his mouth. I felt his strong suction which almost pulled me towards him and I wanted to thrust my hips towards him. He released my breast from his mouth with a plop sound, stuck his tongue out and at the end of it was the petal ring. At this point, I could see the deep lustful desire in his eyes. I looked down and saw that his arousal was showing in his jeans, his thick cock lying along his thigh like a hosepipe. Jacob came in between us now and wiped my breast and nipple clean with the hem of his T shirt. I held him as he comforted and reassured me, yet with a supplication to continue our adventure. I had no intention of stopping, Jacob's intervention rather emboldened me. He now placed the loop on my right nipple, following Carl's instructions, whispering "You look amazing, babe."

Now that both my nipples were adorned by 18 mm pearl pendants, Carl produced the matching piece - a G string with a white gold-like metallic waistband attached to two strings of pearls connected at the same locations in the front and back. The strings of pearls were supposed to go around my bum, under my crotch on either side of my pussy, to my navel. He said I can wear it over the black crotchless underwear I was wearing, but it would be even nicer if I wore it without the lace panties. At this point, he asked me to turn around so that he could take a look at what he called, "Your sweet ass." As scandalized as I was, I took his raised right hand and obliged him with a twirl, thereby giving him a full view of my bottom. He asked me to turn again, but this time to stop facing the wall.

"It'll be easier for you if you do this without making eye contact with me. I knew what he wanted and I slid the black thong down my thighs and legs, bending slightly as it went below my knees so my pussy and ass were fully on show. He was right, I found it easy to comply - at this point, I was completely under his spell or rather under the spell of Eros perhaps, as I bent over. He put his hand on my ass - close, oh, so close to my streaming pussy lips - then I lifted one leg and then the other to remove the thong. "That's a good girl," he said. "Now, before you turn around, I am going to unhook your shelf bra too so that you will see how gloriously the pearl ensemble embellishes your assets." As he unhooked the bra and removed the strap off my shoulders, he cupped my breasts and teased my engorged nipples with the pendants hanging from them. I get super horny when Jacob does that, reaching for my breasts from behind and fondling them, usually responding by wrapping my hands around his shoulders. Not having Jacob behind me, I bent forward a little as Carl's hands massaged my tits.

I felt so horny as I pushed my ass towards Carl. If it had been Jacob, I'm sure by now I would have felt his cock between my thighs, seeking my entrance. Carl's thighs were so close to the back of mine. Was it just wishful thinking, or did I feel his cock pressing against me? I wanted to feel it more, feel the thrust inside me. Showing myself always makes me want to fuck, but in such an intimate setting, where a stranger had seen all of me and with Jacob looking on right next to me and encouraging me, I wondered if I dared to go all the way. I bent my back which pushed my bum even closer to Carl.

"Look at her shapely ass, Jacob! Here in the South, we appreciate that with a little slap." As he slapped my right cheek firmly and said, "Turn around now," I turned around to face him, my legs still closed, quite self-conscious of being all exposed except for the nipple loops, my hands instinctively attempting to cover my pussy. This pushed my breasts together and made me look even sexier, Jacob said later. "Now, don't clam up on me, gal, be good and co-operate," Carl said, or rather demanded now. He reached for my left calf and pulled it towards him and placed in on the footrest of the stool. "Come on now, let my hands do their job, I can see how much you have been enjoying it seeing your pussy lips glistening with your juices." Carl had become quite bold now without probably realizing that his definitive demands were making me more horny than ever. "Love that fully shaved pussy with the lovely brown petals, in the South, we say a gal like this is insatiable," he remarked turning to Jacob. "Better dry you off a bit before you try the pearls on though." He put his hand between my legs and wiped it over my wet pussy lips, dragging a moan and a sigh from me.

Carl now asked me to put the pearl G-String on. As I bent to do as I was told, in the process, my breasts were hanging very close to his face as he exclaimed, "Wow, what a day!" After this was done and I pulled the G-String into position, Carl had to adjust the band and the pearl strings to my size. To do this, he generously parted my legs while I was facing him. While he was kneeling down, he asked Jacob, "What do you think about a stranger examining her so closely?" Jacob told me afterwards that he almost came in his pants, hearing this and had to take his mind elsewhere to cool off. Carl then sat on the stool, with my back towards him, legs now parted willingly as he removed a pearl from each string for a comfortable fit. "Look Jacob, how she likes to show me, like a wanton slut. I am almost sure I could drop my pants now and fuck her as she would be willing." His hands brushed against my lips again. As I did not object, I felt his forefinger creeping between them. He licked the juice off his finger then did the same with his fore- and middle fingers, now gently inserting the middle finger into my cunt. My moans were quite uncontrolled now and Carl was in full command. "Now, beg me to fuck you," Carl demanded. I wanted it so badly, for him or Jacob to fuck me hard but the words wouldn't come out. Some force inside was still holding me back. "Or would you like me to get Oscar to plough your pussy? Or do you care who it is?"

All I could utter was "No, I don't really care."

Carl stopped fingering me. I moaned as he withdrew his fingers, more in frustration than with desire, that he hadn't carried on; I felt so close. "Yes, Jacob, your Emma has been corrupted by a stranger," he said. It was a lot easier than I thought. I could have her do anything for me, but I am going to be nice and let you finish the job." He grinned, handing Jacob a card, saying "I hope to meet you both at this place after 10 tonight." To my disappointment, Carl walked out, closing the curtain fully. Jacob sat on the stool and dug his mouth and tongue into my pussy and it didn't take me long to come - so intensely that I couldn't control my moans. I shuddered and convulsed. "Fuck me, now!" I demanded. Jacob said, "Not here, baby; not here. Let's tidy up and go to the hotel." I put my coat on over my naked breasts and the pearl G-String with Jacob stuffing the clothes I'd entered the shop wearing into his pockets. Carl greeted us half-way from the stall to the check-out counter saying, "All that stuff is on me. It has been a pleasure serving you. Hope to see more of you tonight. Don't forget to pick up an outfit for the parade."

We went across the street. They had a large variety of blouses and outfits, including leather and faux leather, of which we are not great fans. I did pick up an orange-red tank top that I still wear around the house and while gardening, often without a bra, but I decided to wear something different for the evening. I changed into a regular lace panties and a back open dress with the petal rings for the evening for the evening. We had plans to eat at a well-known Creole restaurant so I wanted to wear it out to the restaurant and start the evening's fun off with a little discrete exposure. I decided to wear that dress to allow me some naughtiness for the parade.

We ran into another couple, Christine & Eric while browsing around the clothes shop opposite Carl's. We recognised them and it turned out they were staying in our hotel which was only a short 5-7 minutes' walk from Bourbon Street. Christine was already a bit tipsy but in a nice relaxed and friendly way, so we chatted a little bit while sharing a large changing area.

I showed Christine the pearl nipple pendants which were still attached to my breasts and she marvelled at them; all of which lead to Carl getting another horny customer. We agreed to meet Christine and Eric after dinner at the club that Carl had recommended. Christine was a veteran "flasher" who volunteered to be my mentor (if she remained sober, I guess). Although she was slightly in her cups when I first met her, she turned out to be a genuine fun-loving person and a veteran of many a parade who helped me enormously.

I'll speak more of Christine & Eric when I tell you about the parade, but as a by-the-way, they were way ahead of anything we have done in dares and exhibitionism. They are from one of the mid-West US states and members of an exclusive like-minded couples club.

I couldn't walk straight and the way back to the hotel took so long. By the time we got back to the hotel, I was incredibly horny - after such stimulation, I wanted to make love and feel the intimacy with Jacob. It is a security and guilt-purging mechanism, I guess. LOL So we retired to the hotel.

While making love in the hotel, I asked Jacob why Carl walked away when he had me under his control, why he hadn't fucked me right there in his shop. He confirmed to me that Carl didn't have his permission and he wasn't sure whether I would regret it later. But then he said, we could meet Carl again that night at a club which featured a wonderful local band.

To be continued...