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Summer Voodoo

By: stevieraygovan



Continuing the Summer saga, this story picks up where "Summer is Hot in Cozumel" left off.

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"So, John, what's the deal with you sexually propositioning Aaron?"

"WHAT?!"

Grinning, Summer poked him in the ribs. "Don't try to deny it, you glorious freak. I heard you on Dave's phone call, trying to talk Aaron into helping you join the Mile High Club."

John leaned back and laughed, "Oh god, you heard that? Okay, fine, Summer, you're onto me! My secret is out!"

Still grinning, Summer flicked a piece of blueberry muffin at him. "I mean it's okay, sweetie, I totally get it. When you're really horny and on a mission, the rest is just details, right?"

Sitting together in one of Cancun International Airport's little kiosks, Summer and John were sharing a snack before their flight to New Orleans. When their boarding announcement was made, he stood and ceremoniously held his hand above her head. Giggling as she obliged him with a pretty pirouette, she playfully modeled the dress she'd chosen for the flight.

"Does this meet with your approval?" she smiled, dropping her hands to her hips in a sassy pose.

Summer had tied her long auburn hair into a single French braid. She wore only light make-up, with just a hint of glossy pink highlighting her full lips. In addition to her silver armband she sported a gold anklet, the perfect complement to her gold hoop earrings and white stiletto heels. Wanting to drive John a little crazy before they even left the house that morning, she'd let him watch while she took her sweet time applying a floral-scented body lotion to her smooth, golden brown legs, which were on spectacular display in her classic high heels. Topping everything off with a breezy, carefree flair, her outfit for the day was an enticingly short, low-cut white sundress featuring brilliant orange and yellow daisies.

After giving her a teasing wolf-whistle, he kissed her on the cheek. "Casual and comfortable, yet still achingly sexy...it's perfect. You're like a ridiculously hot Ivory Girl!"

"C'mon, my handsome brat," she grinned, hefting her tote bag onto her shoulder. Holding hands, they walked over to join the line boarding the plane.

~ ~ ~

John was stowing his carry-on bag in the overhead compartment when he noticed the beautiful woman sitting in the aisle seat of their row. With her long raven hair she was very striking...and she was smiling at Summer.

"Excuse me..." Summer said, stretching onto her tiptoes to lean over the woman and stow away her bag.

"My pleasure," said the thirty-something beauty in the well-tailored business suit, clearly enjoying the sight of Summer's bare thighs flexing only inches from her face.

Glancing past Summer, she made brief eye-contact with John.

'Busted! Yeah, I saw you checking her out,' John chuckled to himself, smiling warmly at the businesswoman.

Returning his smile, she added a mischievous raising of her eyebrows before saying to Summer, "Let me get out of your way...." Steadying herself, she set her hands on Summer's hips while sliding out from her seat and into the aisle.

"Thank you. I'm sorry to be such a bother," Summer replied, smiling sweetly as the woman slid their hips together on her way out of the row.

When Summer was finished putting away her bag, she moved aside for another group of people who were pressing forward down the aisle. With Summer momentarily separated from John, the sultry brunette whispered to him, "Your wife is amazing. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"She is amazing, and she's definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen too...but she's not my wife," John whispered back.

"But I saw her wedding set," the woman said, glancing down at John's barren hand.

Grinning, he waggled his ringless fingers for her.

"Are you her bodyguard or something?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

John laughed before whispering, "It's complicated."

When Summer rejoined them, they moved to take their seats.

"Would you like the window?" he asked Summer, who immediately jumped on the offer. She slid in first, then it was John in the middle, with the raven-haired businesswoman returning to her aisle seat.

John extended his hand in greeting. "My name's John."

Leaning across his lap, Summer also offered the woman her hand. "I'm Summer."

The woman smiled as she shook their hands. "John, Summer, pleased to meet you. I'm Christina. Are you two staying in New Orleans, or just catching a connecting flight there?"

"We're vacationing there for a few days," John said.

"He's taking me to the French Quarter for our honeymoon," Summer whispered, squeezing John's arm while smiling wickedly at Christina.

Again Christina looked at him in confusion, prompting a laughing John to turn to Summer. "I already told her we're not married."

"Awww, spoil all my fun! When was this? You two just met!"

"Summer, when we were standing in the aisle together, I mentioned to John that his wife was incredibly beautiful. He agreed that you are very beautiful, but he also said that you're not his wife, which sparked my curiosity. Now, here you are, telling me that you and John are on your honeymoon, so of course my interest is piqued even more."

"Mine too," said John, and they all laughed.

"May I?" Christina asked, reaching over his lap for Summer's hand. "Very beautiful," she smiled, admiring Summer's engagement and wedding ring set. She looked up, the question clear in her eyes.

"John and I are on our own honeymoon," Summer said, simply.

"Well, if you two aren't married, then who gave you this?"

"My husband, Jake. He's back at our house in Cozumel."

"Pardon my asking, but did you and your husband have a fight or something?" 

"Oh, no. This was his idea. He even went with us to the airport and told us to have fun. We're all in this together," Summer said.

With a laugh John said to Christina, "I told you, it's complicated. It's a long story."

Smirking, Christina folded her arms and sat back in her seat. "We're on an airplane. We've got nothing but time. If you wouldn't mind telling me, please, I've just got to hear this."

John took Summer by the hand and said to Christina, "Once we're in the air and all settled in, we'll give you the Cliffs Notes version."

"Going to spare me the juicy details then? Pity."

"You want the juicy details?" grinned Summer.

"Of course I do! Wouldn't you, if you were me?"

Summer smiled. "Yes, I suppose I probably would. Just don't get your hopes up too high, though. There's really not that much to tell."

"Oh, I'm sure. A stunningly beautiful, outrageously sexy married woman is honeymooning with a painfully attractive man who, by the way, isn't her husband. She says her husband is not only aware of this, but that he planned the whole thing."

Summer beamed brightly. "See? I told you there wasn't much to tell."

Grinning, Christina rolled her eyes. "So, let me at least ask you something. Is your husband only allowing this under duress? Did you catch him cheating and threaten to leave him unless you were allowed to go off and do the same thing, simply to get even?"

"No, no, and no," giggled Summer, thoroughly amused by Christina's confusion.

"I'll vouch for that," added John. "There's no duress, and he definitely didn't cheat on her. He's perfectly okay with this, and so is Summer." 

"Okay, then who exactly are you? I know your name is John, but who are you to Summer, and why did she leave her husband back in Cozumel to be here with you? More to the point, how can the two of you be on your honeymoon when she's already married?"

Grinning at Summer, John squeezed her hand before turning back to Christina. "Well, since you asked...."

An hour later they were thirty thousand feet over the cobalt blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico, and Christina was smiling while slowly shaking her head. "You guys are either the craziest and most reckless people I've ever met, or the most blessed. Summer, you have four passionate, devoted lovers who will do anything for you. John, you get to have your best friend's amazing wife - with his and her full blessing, mind you - during their honeymoon!"

Summer quietly said, "I know it sounds that way, but it's really not like that. This isn't an arrangement whereby John only gets to have me during our honeymoon. I realize it's difficult to understand, but that's not what's happening here. I love John and will be with him forever, not just for this honeymoon."

Watching John and Summer together, Christina studied the way they touched, gazed at and spoke to each other. Finally, she nodded. "You're right, Summer, I don't understand it, yet I also don't think you're wrong about what you're saying. It's obvious that you and John are deeply in love. Whatever it is you're doing, whatever it is you two share, I can see that you're both supremely happy. Although I could never imagine being in your position, I can't deny that I envy you."

John gave her another warm smile. "So now you know our story. What's yours? Going to New Orleans too?"

"Yes, I am. My company gave me a week's vacation in Cancun, and now they're sending me to see a client in New Orleans. I'm staying there for four days, then I fly back home to Boston. I've been gone so long, sometimes I wonder whether my husband will even remember me."

"Why didn't he go with you on this trip, at least for the Cancun vacation part?" asked Summer.

"He couldn't get away from work. We're both just too busy...always too busy..." she sighed wistfully.

"If you don't mind my asking, what do you do?" asked John.

"I work for a commercial properties insurance company. My little team won this trip to Mexico."

"Congratulations. You must be very good at your job," smiled Summer.

"Thank you, and yes, I guess I am. I should be, since it's all I do. I'm beginning to wonder, though, is it really worth it?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Summer, the way you look at John, and the way he looks at you...sweetheart, this man truly loves you. He absolutely adores you. He's a grown man, yet he's happy just being able to sit next to you."

Grinning at Summer, John added, "She's got that right."

Summer hugged his arm, and Christina continued, "I've only just met you and John, yet I can see that you love each other with a passion I haven't felt in my marriage in a long time - maybe never. Watching you two, I realize how much I'm missing. I want what you have. I want to be in love like that...to look at someone the way you look at him. With the way my life is going, I'm beginning to think I never will."

"Any kids?" asked John.

"None. We've just never been ready; at least that's what we've always told ourselves. Our careers always came first, and now here I am, thirty-one years old, going on sixty."

Touching her arm, Summer gently offered, "You're very beautiful, and only thirty-one. You can still fall in love and have children."

"Your husband must be an idiot, if you don't mind my saying so," added John.

Although Christina laughed, her eyes were filled with tears. "Thank you, both of you," she whispered, accepting a napkin from Summer. As she dabbed her cheeks, she smiled wanly. "See? Look at me. Next week is our ninth wedding anniversary, and I'm all alone...on a stupid vacation trip to Mexico. When someone I just met says something nice to me, I fall apart like a silly schoolgirl. God, I'm a total wreck."

Summer took her hand. "Christina, I cry almost every day now. I can't help it. Whenever someone compliments me lately, I cry."

With a sad look, Christina gave Summer's hand a grateful squeeze. "I'm not crying because you two complimented me. I'm crying because I just realized I can't remember the last time anyone called me 'beautiful.'"

Abruptly getting up from her seat, she hurried off to the restroom.

Worried for their new friend as they watched her move quickly down the aisle, Summer and John held hands in silence.

Christina returned to her seat a few minutes later, her eyes puffy and red. "I'm so sorry," she said. Holding her head in her hands, her long hair fell to her knees.

"Where are you staying in New Orleans?" asked Summer.

"The Richelieu."

"We're staying at the Dauphine, so let me give you my cell number. You're going to be staying four nights, right?" She wrote her number on a napkin and handed it to Christina.

"Yes, four nights, then I fly back to Boston."

"Christina, I want you to call me. Please, let us take you out for a night."

"Summer, that's really sweet of you, but I wouldn't want to impose. You two are...." Pausing, she giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm just laughing because I think this is so awesome. You guys are on your honeymoon! How amazing is that? Seriously, though, I don't want to ruin your special time together. Besides, I'd feel like a third wheel being with you lovebirds all night."

Summer looked pleadingly at John. When he nodded, she said to Christina, "I swear, you won't feel that way. We will not do that to you. Please? Promise me you'll let us take you out just one night. C'mon, you were going to go out anyway, right? Instead of going out alone, go out with us."

Embarrassed, Christina looked down into her lap.

John said, "No way! Get out of here! You weren't even going to go out? It's the French Quarter! A gorgeous woman like you, locked up in her room every night?"

"I'm sure I would at least go to dinner," she said, sheepishly looking up at them through her long hair.

"That does it. You have to go out with us. We can't let you stay cooped up in your room. You have to have some fun!" said Summer. 

"Okay, okay, you win! Tomorrow night, pick me up at eight. You have to let me pay for dinner, though, and I don't want to hear any arguments."

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a business card and gave it to Summer.

"Christina, excuse me, but I need to use the restroom," John said.

Christina leaned back, allowing John to squeeze by. Once he was gone, Summer moved over to sit beside the gorgeous brunette. "You should go take him," she whispered.

Christina laughed, yet Summer only raised her eyebrows. 

"You're serious?" asked the stunned businesswoman.

Summer grinned, "Of course I'm serious! This is perfect! You're way overdue for some awesome sex, and all he's been talking about lately is how he wants to join the Mile High Club, so go back there and fuck his brains out!"

Blushing, Christina could only stammer, "I...but you and John are.... Summer, god, I just can't!"

"Are you sure? I'm telling you, John has an amazing cock, and he's just so much fun. You really should go back there. You two would have a blast."

Although Christina desperately wanted to, which surprised the hell out of her, she was simply too scared. With a small, embarrassed smile she shook her head. "No, it should be you. Go!"

She leaned back to let Summer out, but Summer didn't leave right away. Smiling at the bewildered brunette, she raised her hips and slipped off her panties before whispering, "Hold on to these for me, please. I think I'll be needing them when I get back!"

Christina's eyes went wide at the sight of the beautiful young woman taking off her panties right there in her airline seat. She couldn't help but stare at those perfect thighs, her mouth watering upon her first glimpse of Summer's bare pussy.

"Oh my god," she said, when Summer handed her the wet panties.

As Summer was squeezing by, she quickly kissed Christina on the lips. "Wish me luck!" she giggled.

Her playful, flirty mood was catching, and Christina smacked her on the ass, giggling right back, "Go get 'im, girl!"

A few moments later, having just finished his business, John was zipping himself up when he heard a light tapping on the door.

"Occupied," he said.

He heard the light tapping again.

'What the fuck?' he thought. Cracking open the door, he said, "Hold on, I'll be out in a minute."

Summer grinned, "Hi there, sexy. Need any help?"

Suddenly she shrieked. A few people turned around, but she was already in the tiny restroom, having been quickly yanked inside by John.

"Summer, what are you doing here?"

Shifting her feet back and forth with her hands crossed behind her back, Summer looked as cute as a button. "I know I'm no Aaron, but will I do?" she asked, giving him a coy smile.

"Oh, fuck," he grinned, recognition finally dawning on him. 

Summer giggled, "Yes, sweetie, I think that's exactly what we have to do, or else it won't be official!"

As John stared in amazement, she unfastened his pants and pushed him onto the toilet. After fishing out his cock, she went to her knees and kissed all up and down his thick shaft before taking him into her mouth. When he instantly became erect for her, she momentarily pulled away to giggle, "That sure didn't take long!"

"Summer, we have to be quick!" 

"I can if you can..." she grinned, standing and turning to face away from him. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled, "Spread your legs." Once he'd moved them far enough apart, she stepped back towards him while flipping up her sundress.

John moaned at the incredible sight of Summer so sexily offering up her bare ass and tantalizing pussy; wasting no time, he buried his face in her gorgeous divide.

"I thought you said we needed to go quickly? If you keep doing that, we'll be here all day," she giggled, grinding her pussy on his face.

"We do. We gotta make it quick..." he said, reluctantly pulling away.

"What will make you cum more quickly, my pussy or my ass?" 

"Oh, god, I don't know! Either! Both!"

"So let's do both..." she grinned, positioning his cock at her ass; after pressing the head to her tightest opening, she looked back over her shoulder. "When you're getting close, pull out and fuck my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy."

With his tip poised at the ready within her tiny star, she released him. "Hold me by my hips. Hold me steady..." she said, reaching back with both hands to spread her ass. She pushed against him, and he thrust forward. "Unnnnh!" she moaned, once the crown popped inside. Pushing down hard, she felt three solid inches slide into her gorgeous bottom.

Stopping to take a deep breath, she looked back again. "Baby, do you want me? Do you want to fuck this beautiful woman who so deeply loves you? If not, I can still send Christina in. I almost got her to do it, but she chickened out. I don't think we could have expected her to give you her ass, though, do you?"

"Summerrrrr," he moaned, sliding the rest of his cock all the way home.

"Mmmm, yes, that's it...that's what you want, isn't it? You want your huge, perfect cock buried in my tight little ass...fucking me, making me crazy for you...making me cum...."

John began pumping hard, his hips slamming against her ass. Urging him on, Summer grasped the sink and pushed back.

A wicked thought crossed her mind, and she hissed to him, "You liked watching me lose it the other morning, didn't you? You enjoyed seeing me lose control to the point that I peed all over Jake's hard cock. Mmmm, it's too bad you already went just now. You could have gone inside me...inside your lover...your wife. You could've done it in my ass before cumming in my pussy. Would you like that, baby? Would you like to let yourself go, deep inside your sexy wife?"

Groaning, he hammered harder, making her ass quiver with each thrust.

"Oooohhh, yes, fuck me with that gorgeous dick! I love you in my ass!" she panted.

When John quickly pulled out, Summer glanced back with a beguiling smile. She dearly loved his frantic look.

"Ready for me already?" she teased, wiggling her bottom for him.

"Summer, you...oh fuck!!" he shouted, slamming his cock into her pussy.

Though she tried to muffle it, she was much too late to cover her lusty shriek. Pressing her open mouth to her arm, she moaned to the heavens when his long shaft pushed against her cervix. As she felt her pussy being bathed in his hot cream, her thighs shook, then she came on his shooting cock. "Fuck...fuck...fuck!" she screamed; he roared right along with her, making her yelp when he dug his teeth into her shoulder blade. She could feel the vibrations from his shouts radiating through her chest, and finally her legs gave out.


Summer Voodoo



Still firing away, simply flooding her pussy, John gently guided her down to his lap. Pressing herself against his chest, she brought his hands to her breasts; on trembling thighs she rode out her shattering climax. "Hold me..." she breathed, quickly unbuttoning her sundress. She slid his hands inside, making him cup her bare mounds, her rock-hard nipples stabbing his palms; as her orgasm finally waned, her hips and ass began a slow, sexy grind.

"Baby, the way you fuck me..." she moaned over her shoulder.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door directly opposite theirs.

"We better stop," he said.

"Mmmmmm, do we have to?" she pouted, smiling as she slid off his hard cock. Turning to face him, she lovingly drew his swaying erection across her face and breasts before sucking it into her mouth, doing her best to lick clean every inch. When she was satisfied that she had properly tended to his long shaft, she raised her head; grinning, she had a thick strand of cum stretching from his tip to her moist bottom lip. Reaching up to touch it, she gathered it in, until her tongue was pressing inside his piss slit.

With a moist 'pop,' she finally pulled away. "That's as clean as I'm going to get it for now. See you back at our seats!" she chirped. Playfully shimmying her hips, she made her sundress float down to cover her bare bottom; then, cracking the door open, she checked to make sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the tiny restroom.

When Summer returned to her seat, Christina took one look at her and laughed. "Umm, sweetie..." she grinned, motioning to Summer's chin by daintily touching her own.

Reaching up with her fingertips, Summer discovered the errant strands of cum. Giggling, she collected them and popped them into her mouth while gesturing for her panties, which Christina was still holding inside her coat.

Christina obediently pulled them out; instead of giving them back right away, however, she brought them to her face. "Mmmm, nice..." she said, inhaling the sexy scent. With a flirty smile she reluctantly handed them over to Summer.

When Summer gave her a "You naughty girl!" look of feigned shock, they both laughed. She raised her hips to slip her panties back on, but Christina stopped her. "Slow, this time," she grinned. "You're so beautiful, please, let me watch."

Beaming, Summer passed her tongue provocatively between her teeth. Never taking her eyes off the lovely brunette, she turned in her seat to face the sexy enchantress. As she slowly slid her panties over her feet and up her legs, Christina locked in on her thighs. When she spread her knees, Christina whispered, "Stop."

Summer had her panties at the tops of her thighs, her ass hovering well above the seat. Christina was openly staring at her just-fucked pussy. "May I?" she asked, inching her fingertips toward it.

Uncertain as to Christina's intent, nevertheless Summer nodded.

With a caress as gentle as a kitten's breath, Christina savored the moist, pouting lips. There was a growing pool of pearl white cum showing in the mouth of the gorgeous sex; unable to resist, she touched it, thrilling at its warmth. Taking her time, she slowly trailed her index finger through the length of the open slit before pressing all the way inside. Upon feeling the silky heat, she bit her lower lip while gazing in wonder at Summer's exquisite beauty. Looking up into the amazing girl's smiling eyes, Christina withdrew her finger and finished sliding the skimpy panties over the smooth, supple bottom. Finally, sighing softly, she patted the tempting mound. "There you go, beautiful flower...all nice and snug in your pretty covering."

After making themselves presentable again, they looked intently into each other's eyes. "You should have gone to him," said Summer.

With a wry grin Christina answered, "Oh, I don't know, it looks to me like the mission was a definite success."

"Mmmmmm-hmmm. I certainly didn't board the plane like this..." Summer said, subtly caressing her cum-filled pussy.

"Or like that, either..." smiled Christina, gesturing to Summer's open top.

"Ooops!" giggled Summer, glancing down at her glistening breasts.

"May I?" Christina asked again. 

Smiling sexily, Summer opened her top a little more. "You most certainly may."

Christina gently pressed her finger to the naked, beautiful breast; scooping up another thick trail of cum that shone against the golden skin, she popped it into her mouth, smiling around her finger as she stared into Summer's sparkling eyes.

"Delicious, isn't he?" grinned Summer.

"Mmmm..." said Christina, nodding playfully while licking her finger clean.

John returned then, his erection having obviously subsided very little. As he began to slide into their row his cock was on clear display before Christina's appreciative grin, and Summer reached out to run her fingertips along his imposing length.

John's hips jerked in response; blushing, he quickly took his seat.

While Summer laughed, Christina giggled, "Everything go okay in there, John? You seem a bit flushed."

Giving him a knowing grin, she was thoroughly enjoying his chagrin.

"You know, baby, something about you does seem different now," grinned Summer. "I can't quite put my finger on it. Can you, Christina?"

"Actually, I think you just put a few fingers on it. Something in that restroom obviously caused him to have a really big problem. From the looks of things, I'd say he still has it," she smirked.

While reaching into his lap to stroke his cock, Summer hugged his arm and giggled, "So, honey, what about the Moose Lodge? Maybe the Eagle Scouts? Ooh, I know! The Knights of the Round Table! That would be another great club for you to join! I mean, c'mon, look at you, you've already got the huge sword and everything!"

As Summer stroked him back to full erection, Christina watched with rapt attention. When he glanced her way, she smiled sweetly; his response was a sheepish grin of embarrassment mixed with lust, and a look that said, "I am sooooo sorry!"

Touching his arm, she gave him a warm smile. "It's perfectly okay, sweetie. Please, don't be embarrassed. Just let her play. Besides, you know you love it." Watching intently as Summer continued to fondle his massive bulge, she added, "I'm going to be in big trouble when I go out with you two, aren't I?"

"Not at all. I promise, we won't do anything you don't want to do," said Summer, taking Christina's hand and placing it on John's erection. Sitting back, she watched as the surprised yet curious young wife began tentatively caressing up and down his length.

"God, Summer...you're right...it's amazing..." she whispered, seemingly mesmerized by the enormous slab of warm flesh throbbing in her hand. With a wanting sigh, she took off her coat and draped it over John's lap before unzipping him and pulling out his fully erect cock. Alternating her glance between Summer's glowing smile and her own half-closed fist gliding along the immense shaft, she delighted in giving it long, slow, elegant strokes.

Looking up again, she noticed Summer beaming brightly. Pausing, she grinned nervously at the sexy auburn-maned temptress. "Summer, this is exactly the 'big trouble' I meant...." She squeezed John's cock, and they both moaned. "You say we won't do anything I don't want to do, which I certainly appreciate. The thing is, once I'm out with you two on Bourbon Street, I can just imagine all the things I'll want to do."

While continuing to stroke John's tempting erection, she flashed Summer a guilty smile.

"Then instead of going out, maybe we could just stay in and enjoy a quiet evening together in your hotel room?" offered Summer, reaching down to add her hand to Christina's on John's throbbing hard-on.

Smirking, Christina gave her a dubious look as their fingers locked together around the long, thick shaft.

Summer grinned, "Oh, right. Bad idea, huh?"

"You think?" laughed Christina. "Just going anywhere with you two, it will be hard enough as it is for me to stay out of trouble. God, what do you think would happen if we were to end up back in my hotel room?"

Staring at the enormous cock in her hand, her mouth literally watered. She desperately wanted to lean down and taste it, but she fought the temptation. "Mmmmmm...damn...you better take over now," she said, reluctantly relinquishing him to Summer.

Grasping him with two hands, Summer hungrily licked all around the large crown before pressing her tongue into his drooling slit. After spending a few maddening moments teasing his most sensitive areas, she shot him a coy smile. "Can you cum really quickly for me?" she cooed, leaving his rampant hard-on poised between her cherry lips.

John chuckled, "After what we just did back there? You know this next one's gonna take a while."

"Wrong answer..." she giggled, tucking him back into his pants.

With a bemused grin John zipped himself up. Turning to Christina, he motioned to her jacket in his lap. "Mind if I borrow this a little longer?"

Glancing down at his huge bulge, again she smiled sweetly. "Take all the time you need, babe...."

~ ~ ~

They shared a taxi into the French Quarter, dropping Christina off at her hotel first. John and Summer offered to bring her bags up to her room but she told them not to worry about it, explaining that there was plenty of help available.

"Besides," she added, "I need to check in at the front desk, and I also want to check my messages. It's definitely going to take a few minutes. You guys have better things to do than stand around waiting for me."

Ignoring her protests, John toted her bags to the check-in counter while Christina excitedly exclaimed to Summer, "I can't believe I did that! Oh my god, that's the first new one I've touched since I've been married!"

Summer took her by the hands. "I apologize if I went too far. I really should have asked you first before I put your hand on him."

Christina kissed her on the cheek. "No apologies necessary, especially after the liberties I took with you."

"What liberties? You asked for my permission each and every step of the way! I've never been seduced so politely!" laughed Summer.

"Seduced? Did I seduce you? My god, is that what I did? Summer, I don't even know what to say. I've never seduced anyone in my whole life!"

Summer was still laughing as she said, "Well, you have now! Girl, you saw how turned on you made me. Oh yes, you definitely seduced me, and I didn't mind at all." Squeezing Christina's hands, she added, "I'm just saying, I should have asked you first before I made you touch John."

Christina gently caressed Summer's bare shoulder, causing her to shiver. Smiling, she traced affectionate fingertip circles on her silky skin. "Summer, you have nothing to be sorry about. Believe me, I didn't mind either. I could have stopped you from putting my hand on him. You didn't force me, and you certainly didn't make me take it out and stroke it. Sweetie, I did that all on my own. It felt great to touch him."

"So you're okay with it?"

"I'm okay with how far I went, yes. Before I did anything too crazy, I managed to stop myself and give him back to you. Thank you for including me." Leaning in to kiss Summer on the lips, she held it just a beat longer than their kiss on the plane.

Once it was over, Summer reached up to touch her own lips. She was staring in wonder at Christina's moist, beautiful mouth when John returned, saying, "All set."

Christina smiled. "So you two really want to do this tomorrow night?"

"Absolutely, although if you don't want to, we'll certainly understand," John said.

"But I really hope you'll want to," added Summer, still touching her lips as she studied Christina's full, sexy mouth.

"Pick me up at eight. If I chicken out, I'll call you no later than seven, okay?"

"Sounds good. What are you gonna do tonight?" asked John. 

"Say my prayers?" 

They all laughed at that. 

"Oh, c'mon, you'll see, it's not going to be anything bad," grinned Summer. "Besides, I'm betting that before you know it you'll be the one showing us a thing or two."

With another warm smile Christina said, "After watching you two in action, I highly doubt it, but don't worry about me. I'm a big girl now, and I know what I'm doing. Umm, I think. Maybe."

She gave them each a friendly hug, then John and Summer climbed back into the cab.

Christina watched them through the rear window as the cab drove away. 'Oh my fucking god...' she thought, her entire body tingling with excitement.

Savoring the feeling, she realized she hadn't felt that way in too many years to remember.

~ ~ ~

"Okay, gorgeous, we're here! Now we come to it: What would you like to do?"

Having dropped all their bags in their hotel room, John stood grinning at Summer.

"Mister, I'm up for whatever you want, but I say we've at least got to cover these few basic things: One, I want to see the St. Louis Cathedral. Two, we have to try some beignets at Café du Monde. Three, let's go to a spooky voodoo place. Four, I want to walk the Garden District and see Anne Rice's house. Five, I want some real Creole food. That's my entire 'gotta do' list. What's yours?"

"Hell, as long as we can find a voodoo place, we should be able to do your whole list today. I would have also said that we gotta do some real Creole food, so that's one of mine. Checking out the House of Blues would be my only other thing. Besides those two, I'm easy. I just want to take you to Bourbon Street for some live music."

"You mean you just want to get me drunk so you can watch me dance and act like an idiot!" she laughed.

"Me? Never," he grinned, teasingly waving a necklace of plastic beads at her.

"Wooooo!!" she whooped, pulling open her top to show him her tits. Totally hamming it up, she bobbled them around while wildly shaking her hips.

"Is that how I'm supposed to do it?" she giggled.

"Yep, just like that. Man, are they ever going to love you here..." he said, leaning down to cup one breast while sucking the other.

"Hey! That's not part of the beads deal! They don't get to do that! I've seen Girls Gone Wild too, you know, so don't try to pull any fast ones on me, buster."

"Sorry. I got carried away," he said, smiling as he gave her nipple one last tug.

"You're allowed to get carried away. Anyone else, they have to ask...nicely. Besides, I thought that whole 'flash your tits for beads' thing was only during Mardi Gras?"

"Yeah, that's mainly a Mardi Gras thing, though people tell me it happens every night on Bourbon Street. Maybe there won't be as much of it going on now, but I'm sure we'll still see some girls doing it."

"Okay, I do have one other rule," she grinned.

"Uh-oh," he said, returning her grin.

"Oh, don't worry. It's nothing bad. I think you may even like it," she said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"Starting right now, you choose all my clothes. For the rest of our honeymoon I have to wear whatever you pick for me, no questions asked. That means shoes, panties, dresses, even the way I do my hair; I'm talking everything, top to bottom. You dress me up, and off we go."

"I'll need to see what you brought then, won't I?"

Opening her suitcase, Summer began laying out all her clothes for him, item by item. Right away he noticed that the only shoes she brought besides the white stiletto heels she was wearing were a pair of taller silver heels and some tan flats.

Looking over her choices, he asked, "How are you for walking the city in heels? Won't your feet get tired?"

"I brought the flats, just in case we go on a really long hike. Otherwise, I can wear heels. I'll manage."

John stood thinking, until finally he said, "Okay, first thing, we're going to have two definite rules: One, you always have to wear your hair down. You can keep it full and wavy or, if you prefer, you can make it sleek and sexy, like you had it last week in the nightclub. Either way is fine, it just has to be where I can see it. That means no hats, no tying it up in scrunchies...no nuthin'. I want it long and loose so it can move, bounce, and shimmer. I love your hair, and I especially love how you play with it when you tease and flirt."

"Okay, but you still have to choose how I do it. Do you want it full and wavy, or straight and sleek?"

"Whatever is easiest for you is fine by me. I don't want you having to change it back and forth. We'll just leave it one way."

"Okay, but which way?"

"Which way makes you feel sexier?"

"Ooooh, good answer. Straight, I think. I feel less 'girl next door' and more like a hot, sexy slut when it's straight and silky."

"Straight it is, then. I want you always feeling as sexy as humanly possible."

"Only 'humanly,' huh? Hmmm..." she quipped, giving him a gentle smile.

Still studying her things, he was oblivious.

"Okay," she continued, "so that rule covers how I do my hair. You said there were two rules. What's the second one?"

He flashed a wide grin. "No bras or panties."

Coyly biting her lip, Summer leaned back on the bed. Never taking her eyes off of him, she raised her hips while sliding her hands beneath her dress. Lifting her legs high in the air, she slowly peeled her panties down her thighs. She stopped at her ankles to wiggle her bare ass and pussy for him, then she hooked her panties over her heels and tossed them across the room. With her legs pointing straight to the ceiling she ran her fingertips along their sides, starting at the tanned crescents of her ass before moving up her thighs and onto her sleek calves.

"You mean like this?" she smiled, bringing her hands to the backs of her knees. As slowly as she'd peeled off her panties, she spread her legs; bending them, she brought them down. When her high heels were touching the bed, she ran her hands over her bare stomach.

With her sundress pooled on her smooth tummy, she lay spread before him.

"Is this how you envision our new rule? You want my naked pussy tempting you every second we're together, don't you? Mmmm, I think I'm going to like this rule," she grinned, sitting up on her elbows to show him her inviting sex while gazing into his eyes through her open legs.

Pressing her shoulders and the top of her head into the mattress, she slid her hands beneath her hips and arched her back; raising her ass high above the bed, she bobbed her hips up and down in the most lewd offering imaginable of her delectable pussy.

Summer moaned when she felt his long cock slowly slide into her silky wet depths. She held herself up for him, and John wasted no time in establishing a smooth, driving rhythm deep inside her pussy. Wanting even more contact, she unbuttoned the top half of her dress; using one hand to keep her ass propped high above the bed, she caressed and pinched her bare nipples with the other.

When John leaned down to take her breasts into his mouth, she said, "No, go back where you were. I love how you fuck me in that position."

She was building up to a huge climax when they heard a knock at the door, then the door began to open; on their way in, John had unwittingly left it ajar.

"Hello?" came a male voice.

As John flopped down onto Summer, the voice repeated, "Hello? I have a bag of yours. A Christina Watkins had it delivered here. She said you gave her one of yours by mistake."

John was amazed that Summer never stopped bucking her hips, her eyes wild with desire. "Don't you dare stop! I was almost there..." she whispered.

Grinning, he gave her a single stroke. She moaned, then pushed back, again raising her hips high off the bed. Her eyes had closed, and she was biting her lip. While slowly fucking her, John called out to the man, "Okay, just bring it inside."

Figuring he should at least cover Summer in case the guy poked his head into the room, he leaned down over her again, only to have her push him right back up. "Keep going...the way you were doing it before..." she panted.




Summer Voodoo



"Oh!" they heard.

John had assumed the man would simply set the bag inside the door and leave; instead, he'd walked right in. Theirs was only a small room, with just the one queen-sized bed, two nightstands and a dresser, so as soon as he came in he was directly alongside them.

The man was shocked into slack-jawed silence. Having found the door open, he'd been uncertain as to what to do. The guest had told him to bring in the bag, so he did, never imagining the amazing scene he was about to walk in on: forming a sexy bridge with her body arched over the covers was a stunningly beautiful auburn-haired goddess whose tiny dress lay bunched around her waist. She was cupping her bare breasts, and the guy who'd instructed him to bring in the bag was standing at the foot of the bed between her spread legs, fucking her!

Summer opened her eyes; the man was obviously stunned, and John was blushing so furiously that she couldn't help but laugh. 

John looked down and saw her laughing...at him!

"Oh, so you think this is funny, do you?" he asked, laughing too.

Summer laughed even harder.

"I'll show you funny!" he said, slamming into her. She squealed in delight, her hand reflexively squeezing her breast. He rocked her again and again, until finally she stopped laughing. "Not so funny now, is it?" he smirked, taunting her with each powerful piston-stroke deep into her body.

Flexing her thighs to keep her hips high off the bed, she brought both hands to her breasts while thrusting her pussy at him and moaning, "Yes! Fuck me hard!" When he responded by simply pounding away at her wet, grasping sex, her eyes rolled back even as her hips continued their lustful dance.

The man just stood there, too stunned to move. Twenty-five years old and very thin, his olive complexion complemented his long dark hair. Blinking in astonishment, he finally managed to set their bag down.

In the meantime, Summer was beginning to tire from holding herself up off the bed. She kept sliding her hands beneath her hips, then they would fly right back to her breasts.

"It looks like she could use some help," grinned John, glancing sideways at the man while continuing to stroke into Summer.

"What...what do you want me to do?" he stammered, his hands frozen at his sides like a mannequin's.

"This..." said Summer, managing to get it out between moans. Taking his nearest hand, she brought it to her breast. "Touch me," she panted.

When John gave him a quick nod, he took a cautious step forward and tentatively placed both hands on the amazing beauty's bare, shuddering breasts.

Summer let out a long, low, sexy moan, then she slid her hands back beneath her hips. As the two men watched her lewd display, she held herself up high in an effort to take every last inch of John's pounding cock.

Still wanting to tease her, John pulled all the way out. Her soft lips were splayed open, revealing her luscious cunt shining hot, wet, and pulsing pink. He pointed his cock at her beckoning prize, and with a sharp thrust stabbed back inside.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she shouted.

He withdrew and did it again, graphically presenting her pussy to the man; all the way out, then a full thrust, drilling her over and over, he was ravaging her pussy, and Summer kept moaning in ecstasy.

Unsure as to what to do, the man released her breasts, only to have Summer quickly pull his hands right back to them. When he began pinching and fondling her nipples a bit more aggressively, Summer smiled and closed her eyes, fully giving herself over to the warm embrace of pure pleasure.

Leaning towards her, the man brushed his hip against Summer's left hand, which she was using to hold her ass off the bed. When the side of her palm grazed his extremely hard cock, she rotated her wrist to cup it before firmly grasping it. Feeling its heat through his thin pants, she squeezed all along his steely length.

Noticing what Summer was doing, John started hammering into her with fast, violent thrusts, and with another sexy shriek she gripped the cock in her hand and began stroking it hard.

The man was mesmerized by her voice and the beauty of her face, especially her lush red lips and perfect white teeth. Keeping one hand on her breast to pull at her nipple, he reached for her mouth, lightly tracing his fingertip along her parted lips.

Feeling the new sensation, Summer instinctively opened her mouth to take the probing digit inside, and as John continued his frenzied assault on her pussy she sucked the finger and stroked the cock of the strange, nearly silent man who was fondling her breasts.

It only took a few heartbeats before she realized what she was holding and sucking, and her eyes snapped open. Reveling in the man's excited expression, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, slender erection. Lurching sideways across the bed, she angled her head over the edge while bringing his free hand back to her breast. Using both hands, she guided his fingertips all over her firm, supple mounds, showing him how to touch her. Once he was doing it the way she wanted, she slowly fed his hard shaft into her mouth, then, letting her hands go, she held herself up again by her hips and began hungrily sucking his cock.

John continued to pound into her, moaning, "Fuuuuuck, Summer...."

Moaning in response, she flooded his cock with a small orgasm while bobbing her head as best as she could on the man's considerable length, until she simply couldn't do it anymore. With his throbbing dick still filling her mouth, she dropped her head to the bed.

Taking that as his cue, the man began to piston past her parted lips in a rapid thrusting motion. When he tried to put his hands behind her head, she quickly brought them back to her breasts. With Summer sucking furiously while moaning around his cock, he was only able to hold out for another thirty seconds.

John saw Summer's neck tensing, then her jaw and throat working; he knew she was swallowing the guy's cum.

"Argggghhh!" the man groaned, shooting and shooting, until Summer began to wonder whether he was ever going to stop. After he'd unloaded what felt to her like a gallon of cum down her throat, his massive orgasm finally began to taper off; she kept sucking, but he quickly pulled out, trailing a rope of cum across her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Then, as if in a panic, he frantically stuffed his swaying erection back into his pants, exclaiming, "I gotta go!"

Without saying another word he dashed from the room, not even bothering to close the door on his way out.

John laughed, "Jesus, Summer, what did you do to that poor guy?"

With a serene smile she purred, "Weren't you watching, baby? Mmmmmm, I sucked his cock and drank his wonderful cum while you fucked the living daylights out of me." Having collapsed when the man pulled his spurting erection from her mouth, she lay motionless atop the sheets, her head still turned to the side, her ass angled off the end of the bed.

John marveled at the sight. Her hair was matted against her forehead, and her mouth was glistening. Matching her raw, swollen nipples, her breasts were red and blotchy from where the man had handled her so roughly. Her legs were tossed open; amazingly, her pussy still looked neat and perfect. Summer's immaculate sex was never a butter knife-wound "inny." Her darker Bing cherry lips were always visibly protruding and slightly parted, with a blush of pink in the very center. Her vibrant, aroused clit sat up beneath its hooded shroud, deliciously conspicuous.

'Summer's beautiful pussy,' he thought, staring in reverence.

Noticing his pause, Summer lolled her head up to give him a happy smile. "Okay, now that was crazy. I have to say, I was definitely surprised when you invited him in. Baby, you didn't even close the door."

"I know, I know. That really was crazy. I wasn't planning on anything like that, I swear."

"Are you okay with it?" she asked.

"Me? What about you?"

Summer grinned, "No, baby, I'm not okay with it, because you didn't cum. Before we do anything else, I need to fix that." Reaching up to take him in her arms, she positioned his hips between her spread legs. Flashing him a pointed leer, she hooked her thighs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his ass. Once she had him in place, she said, "New rule: Whether you're in my mouth, ass, or pussy, you can't pull out until you've filled me with cum. You can fuck me anytime you want, and all I ask is that you always give me your cum. Now, take my pussy."

John glanced back over his shoulder, noticing as Summer did that their door was still wide open. He grinned, and she giggled, "Unless you want me to end up sucking every hard cock that happens by our room, I suggest you make this a quick one."

Staring into his eyes, she let out a low moan when he raised his hips and plunged inside her. While giving her another thorough pounding, he also made sure on each backstroke to drag the top of his shaft against her clit. He knew that was one of her favorite ways to be fucked because it always made her feel as if sparks were shooting from her pussy.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." she panted, beginning an incessant chant.

Never taking his eyes off of her gorgeous face, John kept driving his shining shaft between her soft, blooming petals. As he continued to stare, she sexily moaned, "Mmmm, baby, your cock is so big inside me. God, you feel amazing in my pussy when you fuck me like this, but now I need you to cum for me. I want it...ooooh, yes, I want your cum in my pussy. This is why you brought me to the French Quarter...mmmm, to fuck me...to fuck me every second we're here...to cum and cum and cum in your wife's happy pussy...."

When she felt her womb being bathed in his cleansing warmth, Summer cried out with joy. It felt so wild to her, so perfectly primal, having not only her pussy but even her womb blessed by burst after burst of her beautiful lover's shooting cum.

She shivered and moaned, breathing into his ear, "God, I love when you cum all the way inside me like that. Don't pull out. Stay inside me."

Accompanied by her squeal of delight, John slid his arms beneath Summer to lift her from the bed. They never uncoupled, and she hung on to him as he walked them to the door. Looking over her shoulder into the hallway, she purred, "Where are you taking me, baby?"

"I'm taking you out for beignets and Creole food, then we'll go for a leisurely stroll through a cool neighborhood and a pretty cathedral," he grinned.

"Like this?" she giggled, nipping at his neck.

"Alas, no," he said, kicking the door closed before turning to walk them into their small bathroom. With Summer hanging on while remaining impaled on his cock, he started the shower. She giggled again as he pulled the sliding door open and stepped over the rim of the tub, bringing her in with him. When he leaned down to take her breast into his mouth, her hands reached back to press against the shower wall, her giggles turning to hot moans. Biting her nipple, he thrust deep inside her, slamming into her cervix, and with a wild howl began pounding away, thoroughly savaging the beautiful young bride.

Crying out again in pure joy, Summer's sexy screams could be heard throughout their floor's silent corridor and all the way down to the enclosed courtyard three stories below.

~ ~ ~

"Summer, after everything that just happened, and with as beautiful as you look right now, it would almost be a shame for you to change out of those clothes," John said.

"Baby, if you don't want me to put on something else, then I won't. I can wear this to go out dancing, too."

Summer had on a pair of faded Levi's and a bright red tank top. The soft, well-worn jeans hugged her perfect ass and hips, allowing for a tantalizing few inches of bare tummy to show below her spaghetti-strapped tee. Both the jeans and top were skintight, making Summer's sexiness almost painful to behold; her every movement a symphony of flowing, sensual harmony, she was infinitely elegant despite her casual dress.

She just couldn't help it.

They were back in their hotel room following a remarkable day out together exploring the streets and shops of the French Quarter. Their initial destination had been Café du Monde, for Summer's beignets, but they didn't quite make it all the way down to Decatur Street. Instead, they made their first stop at Jackson Square and the St. Louis Cathedral.

As they took in the sights of the old church, Summer was thoroughly enthralled. With John hugging her from behind, she lovingly caressed the carved woods while gazing in wonder upon the ornate fixtures, her eyes shining brightly.

"We sure don't have a place like this back in L.A.," he whispered.

"No, we don't. This is truly beautiful, yet it's much more than that. Baby, can you feel how special this place is...how sacred? There are spirits with long memories watching over us here. Their presence is so powerful, it's almost tangible."

Walking through the small park afterwards, they stopped to read the inscription beneath the statue of Andrew Jackson. As they stood gazing up at the noble general tipping his hat, an elderly gentleman approached them to ask Summer if she would pose for a picture. When she graciously accepted his invitation, he led her to one of Jackson Square's many wrought-iron benches, where he snapped off a dozen shots of her in a variety of poses. Once they were done, the kindly old man and his white-haired wife clasped her hand and thanked her.

"You just made his day," the wife smiled to Summer. "He does this every time we come to the French Quarter. He always has to take a picture of St. Louis Cathedral, with the prettiest girl in New Orleans in the foreground."

"And you're the prettiest one ever," the husband added, giving Summer a conspiratorial whisper behind his cupped palm.

Summer really was the prettiest girl in New Orleans. She was absolutely radiant.

Later, at Café du Monde, Summer finally got to enjoy her beignets.

There, she also broke a young boy's heart.

John and Summer were sitting in the outside patio area adjacent to the bustling sidewalk. Next to them at another table was a family of four: a mom and dad in their late thirties, their twelve-year-old daughter, and a little boy.

Summer noticed the boy making faces at her while pointing and laughing. He was also pointing and laughing at his parents' faces. When Summer looked at John, she laughed too, finally understanding. Everyone had powdered sugar all over their mouths, and the little boy thought it hilarious. He kept pointing and making faces at her, so she started making funny faces right back.

Soon enough the mother also noticed what her son was doing; turning to see what was making him laugh and carry on so happily, she saw Summer leaning down to make silly faces for him, her face caked in powdered sugar.

With the little boy looking on in laughter, Summer was pretending to be unable to get a beignet in her mouth, not without making a complete mess of it all over her face.

The mother gave her a warm, grateful smile. "You know he's never going to leave you alone now."

"He's absolutely wonderful," Summer grinned, sitting back up. The daughter and the dad laughed too when they saw Summer's messy face.

"First time trying a beignet?" the dad teased, knowing she'd done it on purpose.

Summer smiled for him, then she beamed at the young boy. "Yep! Messy!"

"Haaahaaa! Messy!!" laughed the excitable little boy.

The delighted mother handed Summer a napkin to wipe her face.

The little boy, though, he just kept laughing. He shoved another beignet in Summer's mouth, making a real mess of her, and she laughed and laughed while letting him thoroughly cover her face in powdered sugar.

"That's enough now, Stephen," the mother giggled, tugging on his hand. Turning to Summer, she grinned. "See? Once he decides he likes something, he gets a one-track mind."

Summer was smiling through her messy mask. "I don't mind at all. God, he is just the cutest little guy. How old is he?"

"The little twerp is six. You want him?" deadpanned the daughter.

Laughing as she cleaned her face, Summer leaned down to little Stephen and cooed, "You're definitely a doll, but I don't think your mommy and daddy are quite yet ready to give you up."

The mother invited Summer and John to join them at her family's table, where they shared small talk over coffee. A short while later the father mentioned that they had a show to catch at the Aquarium, and they needed to head out.

Reaching down to take Stephen's hand, Summer gently shook it. "It was nice to meet you, Stephen. You be good for Mommy and Daddy, okay?"

Stephen gushed, "You can come too! We're gonna see sharks!"

With a tender smile Summer said, "I'm sorry, Stephen, but I can't go with you today. Maybe next time, okay, sweetie?"

When the young boy's big blue eyes filled with tears, his sister came and took him by the hand. "Come on, Stephen," she said patiently, leading him out of the patio area.

As the family made their way to the sidewalk, Stephen kept looking back, sadly waving his little hand at Summer.

"Oh my god," Summer whispered to John. She was waving at Stephen with one hand while holding the other over her mouth, her eyes also having filled with tears.

When John gave her a comforting hug, she broke down sobbing into his neck.

"You are an angel of light," said a voice in a rich Jamaican patois.

Summer and John turned and saw an elegantly dressed, middle-aged black woman smiling at them. She was off to the side of the patio, sitting by herself on a low wall.

"Come, pretty lady, sit with me," she said, patting the open space next to her.

Summer looked at John, who just shrugged.

"It's okay, pretty lady, bring your gentleman friend too. Madame Charlotte won't bite. I just wanna talk for a spell."

Clasping hands with John, Summer led him over to the mysterious woman, and they sat beside her.

"Pretty lady, please, let me look now..." she said, gently taking Summer's hand and turning it so that the palm was facing up. With a wondrous expression of happy discovery, she beamed at Summer. "Yes, Madame Charlotte could see it, you truly are an angel of light. Look...there it is...there's the sign..." she continued, tracing over a distinct path in Summer's palm.

"The little boy, he could see it, and those old folk in the park, they see it too. I felt you, pretty lady. I felt you comin', long before I ever saw you. I could feel you swellin' up inside me. By and by I saw you in the park, comin' out of the old church. I watched you, then I watched too when you filled that little boy's heart with golden dreams. Pretty lady, you are the one. Your hand tell the truth. You are the Shining One, finally come."

John sat observing the lady, unsure as to what to make of her.

"Here..." she said, reaching behind her neck to unclasp something before kissing it and laying it carefully in Summer's hand. "Take this. It go to you now."

Studying the strangely compelling thing resting in her palm, Summer saw that it was a ruby heart pendant with a cross on top and an intricate swirl pattern on the bottom. Attached was an exceedingly fine silver chain of intertwined vines.

Summer looked up at her and whispered, "It's beautiful."

"My mama, her mama give it to her, then she give it to me. 'Charlotte, you keep this,' she say. 'It keep you safe, so you can do what you were put here to do. When you're all grown, you pass this on to your child.' Mama, she long gone now. Before she go, she touch this and say, 'I know you never had no child of your own, but you have to pass this on...to keep the next one safe too.'"

Pausing, she gazed in rapture at Summer. "'Mama,' I say, 'who do I give it to?' Mama, she just smile and say, 'When the time come, you'll know. Child, you won't be needin' nobody to tell you. When Erzulie come again, you'll see her, like I see her in you. No mistake, you'll know.'"




Summer Voodoo



She cupped her hands around Summer's. "This is Erzulie's veve...her symbol. Erzulie is love, pretty lady. Her symbol, it say who you are, and it keep you safe so you can go on doin' what you do, makin' people happy. When I see you, I knew Mama was right. I knew it was you, pretty lady. Erzulie had finally come, as an angel of light."

Taking the necklace, Charlotte kissed Summer's hand, then she kissed the pendant again before setting it around her neck.

"But you don't even know Summer," said John.

Tears of joy were streaming down Summer's face, and Charlotte's deep brown eyes also shone glistening bright. Reaching out to touch Summer's cheek, the kindly lady held the moistened fingertip up to the sunlight. Her face aglow in adoration, she appeared to be worshipping the prisms of light dancing through Summer's tears. Pressing her fingertip to her chest, she formed the shape of a heart...then something else.

Finally turning back to John, her voice became strangely distant as she intoned, "Oh, I know her...yes I do, young man. Madame Charlotte been waitin' a thousand lifetimes for her."

Summer hugged herself against John, burying her face in his chest. As he rocked her in his arms, he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck and nuzzled her fiery auburn hair.

When they looked up again, Madame Charlotte was gone.

Stunned, John leapt from his spot on the low wall; his head on a swivel, he searched everywhere for her.

"She's gone, baby. You won't find her," Summer said, pulling him back down beside her.

"Summer, what just happened?"

"Shhhhhh. Just hold me."

Her beautiful face a glowing miracle, she smiled for him, and all he could do was take her back into his arms.

They hugged for a short while before Summer stood and took John by the hand. She led him over to the River Walk, where they held hands as they strolled along the banks of the Mississippi. 

As John stared at her in wonder, she looked straight ahead, happy tears still sparkling in her faraway eyes. Finally he said, "Tell me something, Summer. Is it always this way with you?"

Asking it with a gentle smile, the warmth, love and admiration were clear in his tone.

She just swung their hands together like children at play and kept walking. After a long silence, she quietly said, "Thank you for bringing me here. No, it's not always this way with me. This place, this time we're spending together, this is very special to me. I needed to come here."

Eventually they ended up walking west, all the way to the Garden District.

After ooh'ing and aah'ing over Anne Rice's place and all the beautiful old homes with their hanging gardens, John mentioned that they had about earned their authentic Creole dinner. They decided on a loud and festive family restaurant where Summer tried her first étouffée, while John enjoyed a spicy meal of frog legs and boudin with a side of jambalaya.

When they finally returned to their hotel, they began their discussion about whether she would need to change her clothes before heading back out to go dancing that evening.

Summer's things were still laid out across the bed. Following the wild romp she and John had enjoyed in the shower, she'd thrown on some old jeans and her red tank top. John had given her choices his approval, and that's what she'd worn all during their wonderful day together.

With a night of dancing in the offing, however, John pondered his options, savoring the thought of each and every one.

After thoroughly studying her gorgeous collection of sexy clothes, he finally said, "Angel, one thing did cross my mind. When we go out with Christina tomorrow night, we should try to make her feel comfortable. It would probably be a good idea not to freak her out too much right away."

"I agree, but what are you getting at?"

"I'm saying that in deference to her insecurities, I'll probably need to choose something a bit more conservative for you to wear."

"A bit more conservative than what, hmmm?" she grinned.

"A bit more conservative than some of the things I plan on having you wear to go out dancing when we're not with her. How's that?" 

"Okay, I follow you. That makes sense, and it's also very sweet of you. So what do you suggest?"

"Two things. One, after looking over my options here, this is the obvious choice for going out with Christina...."

When he held up her shimmering silver silk dress, Summer smiled to herself.

Following her initial talk with Jake about sexy clothes, Summer went shopping. Her mission was to find something similar to her backless red dress, only with the key improvements that would make it perfect. The first thing Jake had mentioned was a thinner, silkier, more sensuous material that would approximate the sensation of touching her skin. The other thing he described was a much looser, "drapier" cut that would allow the dress to flow like a teasing whisper over her wondrous curves. He wanted her body moving freely and very visibly beneath the shifting silk; he didn't want her confined by anything too tight, to where she would be unable to bounce and strut.

With those specific goals in mind, she'd gone looking for something along the lines of an open-back slip.

What she ended up finding exceeded even Jake's wildest expectations.

Like a classic nightgown, it was pure silver in a smooth, seductive silk. It only reached the tops of her thighs, with sexy triangulated cutouts exposing alluring teepees of naked hip on either side of the otherwise straight lower hem. Secured by two thin straps that came together to form a delicate tie behind her neck, it was every bit as revealing in the back as her red dress, allowing a hint of the split of her ass to show. From her hips it swept up her sides to form a high neckline, leaving her bare shoulders and the full swells of her large, firm breasts on display.

Although in a sense she was completely covered, it was the way the dress draped over her body that really turned her on. It wasn't tight at all; in fact, it was quite loose. From the moment she first modeled it for her deeply appreciative salesperson, she realized Jake was right. Floating so enticingly across her ass and especially her breasts, its very looseness made it incredibly sexy.

Wearing that silk sheath, she knew her ass was sure to turn heads. The lower portion constantly swished back and forth over her smooth round cheeks, vividly highlighting them while lovingly describing her rich divide. With her every movement each subtle tremor and sensual undulation of her supple, gorgeous bottom was tantalizingly revealed. The wispy silk made her lush curves seem virtually naked, and she was confident that any ass lover would find it a mouthwatering look.

It was in the front, though, where the relaxed draping really showed her off to the greatest advantage. The silk brushing across her breasts caressed her long nipples into achingly evident erection, more so than any other top she owned. The smooth material combined with the loose draping to make her unfettered breasts seem truly alive. When she wore high heels, each seductive step made her breasts visibly bounce and shudder, and with her perpetually excited nipples the overall effect was nearly illegal.

If it were possible, her breasts appeared even more naked than her ass.

Then there were her bare thighs dancing so spellbindingly beneath the flitting silk hem, every teasing stride of her long, perfectly sculpted legs promising unimaginable pleasures.

Even when sitting, the looseness of the dress would again come into play. If she applied any elevating angle at all to her crossed legs, the hem would slip away from her thighs like rippling water. 

Similarly, any tug on her sides or bottom would compel the silk to slide right up, exposing her ass, her pussy...everything.

'Perfect for dancing,' she thought, grinning again to herself. 

It was the sexiest 'real' dress she owned. She certainly hadn't packed it for the trip with the expectation of it being her safe, conservative choice.

"Sweetie, you've never seen me in that one. I'm telling you, baby, your plan may backfire. That's a really sexy dress."

John studied it again. "I imagine it is, but compared to some of these other things that I'm definitely going to have you wear, this dress is the most elegant one here. Summer, I don't mind you looking sexy for her. I wouldn't have it any other way. I just don't want to scare her by showing too much, too soon."

"Okay, sweetie, you'll see. You may be risking what I think she has planned for you, but it's your call. Like I said, my rule for this honeymoon is you're to dress me from head to toe. Now wasn't there something else you were going to say?"

"Yes, there was. Since I have to dress you relatively conservatively tomorrow night, that means tonight and Saturday night are show time! Tonight you will own Bourbon Street."

Summer grinned. "Okay, mister, so what are you thinking here? Earlier today I thought you were literally going to walk me naked right out of the room, with your cock still buried inside me. I didn't know where you were taking me or what you had in mind, but I wasn't putting it past you to do something like that."

"And you would have let me?"

"Yes, I would have let you. Baby, you were deep inside my pussy. Like I could ever say no to you about anything when you're giving me such a wonderful fucking. Sweetie, you know me better than that. I don't care where we are, I want you to fuck me. Besides, rules are rules, right? If naked is how you want me, then naked is how I'll be. That's the agreement, and I wasn't about to say no."

Grinning, he shook his head. Just thinking about all the sexy things they might have done had he continued on into the corridor with her was making his cock grow hard again.

Noticing his thickening bulge, she gave him a warm smile. "Baby, you're drifting. Come back to me."

Blinking, John cleared his head. "Huh? Oh, right. Okay, let's begin with the basics. Strip."

"Yes, Master!" she laughed.

Thoroughly amused by his uncharacteristic directness, she happily kicked off her shoes while unsnapping her tight jeans.

'Even if nothing else happens during this trip, damn, just watching her twist and wiggle her hips to get those jeans over her ass will be a memory I will always cherish,' thought John, realizing to his everlasting satisfaction that Summer constantly blew him away even when doing the simplest of things.

"God, I love you..." he grinned, openly ogling her as she worked at taking her pants off.

Having no doubts as to what he was thinking or why he'd said it, Summer giggled, then she writhed even more sexily for him, making them both laugh.

Once she had her pants off, she laid them over the arm of the chair. Bending the way she did, she offered John a delectable view of her shapely hips and curvaceous ass. Turning back to him, she slowly pulled her tank top up her stomach, past her breasts and over her head before adding it to her jeans atop the chair.

Her hands at her sides, she stood before him completely naked. "Okay, Mister Totally Adorable When You're Being Bossy," she grinned, "what would you like next?"

Sitting up perkily, her heavy breasts had just the slightest teardrop pout. Her tempting areolas were faintly bumpy around their darker pink edges, and her long, thick nipples stood at attention.

Complementing her stunning nudity, her beautiful little auburn pelt pointed the way to her flowering labia and subtly protruding clitoris.

Exquisitely sexy legs and slender arms; tanned, toned shoulders; a tapered stomach leading to classically flowing hips...Summer was sheer perfection, standing gloriously naked in a New Orleans hotel room.

"Summer, I think tonight I finally get to see you in that tiny skirt and amazing top I've been hearing about ever since you and Jake had your crazy first date together at that dance club on the beach."

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Summer selected her scandalously short silk skirt from the various items laid out on the bed. Holding it up, she gave him a sweet smile. "I wore this with panties that night. Without panties? Well, you'll see."

Stepping into the asymmetrical skirt, she slowly slid it up her legs and over her hips. She rotated the scalloped wave opening to her left thigh before doing a full pirouette for him, making the skirt float on air. Taking a seat on the bed, she sexily crossed her legs back and forth. Finally, she stood again, turning away from him to dance in place while bent slightly at the waist.

Sans panties, she was showing him just how much of her ass and especially her pussy was exposed in that wicked little skirt.

John stood transfixed, subtly rubbing the steel bar in his pants.

"Hold that thought..." she said, looking over her shoulder to give him a salacious grin. She snatched up the fuchsia drape top and slithered into it; then, turning to face him while steadying herself with a hand on the bed, she leaned way down to slip her high heels on. Holding that pose, she made it easy for him to ogle her luscious tits.

Though her top was very much like her Santa's Helper piece, she knew it was even more open in the front. If she leaned forward just the slightest bit the drape would fall away from her chest, fully exposing her bare breasts.

"Sweetie, this is what I'll be showing people tonight," she grinned, once she'd demonstrated just how revealing her sexy outfit really was. "Watch..." she said, grabbing a bucket from the table and some change from her purse.

Smiling confidently, she walked out the door.

John's intense stare burned into her ass as she swung her hips down the hall, sashaying towards the little alcove that housed the ice maker and vending machines. Glancing to him out of the corner of her eye, she leaned over to fill the bucket with ice. Her legs were totally bare, all the way to the smooth curves describing the beginning of her ass. When she stood to flip back her long, straight hair, her drape slid off her right breast. Leaving it exposed, Summer fed the vending machine a few coins before pressing the button and leaning down again to collect her soda.

Even from four doors away, John could see her erect bare nipple in perfect profile.

When she leaned over to retrieve the bucket, her right shoulder strap slipped down to her elbow. With her top pooled at her hip her breast was revealed in all its glory, and she let it go. After dropping the soda into the bucket of ice, she turned and strutted back to John, each feline stride in her high heels making her amazing tits bounce and jiggle. Waiting until she was only two doors away, she rotated the wave opening of her skirt to the front, exposing her naked pussy.

As she slinked her way towards him, she smiled at the sight of John stroking himself through his pants. Slowing her approach so they could watch each other a little longer, she said, "This is how it's going to be tonight. This is exactly how I will look to everyone. With you and countless other people in the club seeing me like this, I'll be very turned on, and you need to be prepared for that. Baby, I'm going to want to fuck the entire time we're there."

Once she reached him, she playfully pushed him into their room. Following him inside, she said, "Watch my breasts, and watch me in the mirror. Tell me what you see." With the room's full-sized mirror positioned directly behind her, she went to her knees and pulled his pants open. Looking up, she grinned, "Feed me this gorgeous cock before it explodes."

Taking Summer's head in his hands, he slid his long shaft straight down her throat. No warm-up; he just fed it into her throat, until her bottom lip was pressing against his scrotum.

She pulled back only long enough to say, "Tell me what you see as I kneel before you and suck your cock. This is what I'll be doing tonight, baby, so this is what you'll be showing off."

Taking him back into her mouth, she hungrily sucked his dick as if her very life depended on it; while squeezing his balls, she slid her finger up his ass, making him jerk with a sudden yelp. That made her giggle, which made him yelp again. Squeezing his balls harder, she shot him a stern look from around his cock.

"Okay, I get it! Don't rip my nuts off!" he laughed.

Summer giggled again, and he said, "All I see are three things. I see your beautiful face concentrating on sucking my dick. Your amazing eyes are smiling, and they're a brilliant shade of aqua green. I never realized that about your eyes. They look green now, almost turquoise, yet they're often a deep blue, which was why Aaron chose sapphires for your necklace."

Pulling off for a moment, she looked up from her knees. "You're right, my eyes seem to change colors. Although sometimes they do look deep blue, I usually consider them to be green." Before she took him back into her mouth to continue wetly slurping up and down his shaft, she added, "Keep going. What else do you see?"

"Mmmm, fuck, I see...your perfect breasts. They're not covered, even after you pulled your strap back up. Your nipples are so fucking gorgeous. They're close to an inch long when they're erect like this, and the edges are ringed in goose bumps. Jesus...keep going, you're gonna make me cum...your breasts giggle when you giggle; they're golden brown and mouthwateringly smooth and firm. You really do have perfect tits, Summer...absolutely perfect. God, I can see every bit of them."

As she took his long shaft down her throat, she slowly stroked her finger in and out of his ass; no longer punishing him, she was committed to pleasuring him, and she could feel his balls rising.

"Mmmm, god, I love sucking your cock," she moaned, pulling up to swirl her tongue around his drooling tip. "Okay, you can see my naked breasts. What else?"

When she went back to sucking and fingering him, he said, "Your bare, incredible ass, Summer, I can see it in the mirror, moving in those awesome circles you always do. You have the faintest thong-shaped tan line above the crack, and your gorgeous little asshole is the same color as the rest of your ass. You don't even have a darker shadow there; it's just slightly pink. I can see the tiny opening; it opens and closes as you lean over more. Your pussy lips are spreading open too, and I can see inside. I can see your pink cunt."

She moaned around his cock. "Mmmmmm, yes, baby...a lot of people are going to see my pink cunt tonight."

With a loud groan John let loose four thick blasts of cum into her mouth, and her happy moans grew frantic; unwilling to let even a single drop escape, she began quickly swallowing. When he was finished, she licked her lips and smiled, "This is what everyone will see tonight, so stay with me. Showing me off this way, my pussy is going to be dripping wet, and I'm going to want to have sex. I'm telling you, a lot of people will try to fuck me."

Taking her hands, John pulled her to her feet. Searching her eyes, he came to a decision.

"Angel, will you promise to tell me the truth if I ask you something, even if you think it's not what I want to hear?"

Surprised by the sudden change in his mood, she affectionately squeezed his hand. "Of course I will. You know I would never lie to you."

"I'm not talking about lying. I'm talking about keeping something inside just to make me happy."

"John, I want to make you happy. That's all I ever want."

"Then I'm asking you to tell me the truth."

"Okay, I will. What do you want to know?"

"Summer, would you be disappointed if I told you that tonight I don't want to take you out dancing?"

Surprised even more, she nevertheless waited for him to continue.

After caressing her hand for a few moments, he reached up to touch her face. "I know I said I wanted to, but that was before everything that happened today. I don't want to expose you tonight to a bunch of horny, groping drunks. We can go out and show you off and get wild anytime, like in Mexico, or back home. We're going dancing tomorrow night too, with Christina. This little bit of time I have with you, I may never get it again. I don't want to waste it by getting drunk and sharing you with morons who don't deserve even a glimpse of you."




Summer Voodoo



Smiling warmly, Summer gazed at him in wonder. "Baby, no, I won't be disappointed at all. I'd be happy to wear this and show off for you in some nightclub, but—"

"Summer, I never want you to show off for me. I only want you to do it if it's something you really enjoy, because it turns you on. Not me...you."

"God, that's exactly what Jake says!" she laughed. "Okay then, let me rephrase it. John, I'd be happy to wear this outfit and go out dancing with you. It would turn me on like crazy, especially with no panties. Yes, just for myself, letting people see me this way turns me on. Absolutely. I love that feeling, though I would never wear something this sexy to a club, not unless I had someone with me. Still, even if I didn't love it, I would do it for you. Of course I would, if that's what you wanted."

"But...?"

"Exactly, baby. There's a 'but.' You asked me a question. The answer is yes, I'd love to go out with you dressed this way, but no, I'm not disappointed that you don't want to, and I won't be disappointed if that's not what we do tonight. What you said earlier was right. I would keep my feelings to myself, if I thought it would make you happy. That's true, and tonight is a perfect example."

"Meaning you don't really want to do this tonight but you'd do it anyway, just to make me happy."

"Yes, I would. If this is what you want, then I'll gladly do it. I'll have a blast, too, but it wouldn't be my first choice tonight."

"Summer, that's what I'm saying. It's not my first choice either, not tonight."

"Baby, that's fine. So, okay, what do you want to do?"

"Don't laugh, but I want to take you to that Haagen-Dazs, the one we passed on our way back to the hotel. I want to watch you eat ice cream and make a happy mess of your beautiful face while we walk together somewhere quiet, maybe down by the river, or we could go to Jackson Square and Café du Monde again. I don't know, exactly. What I do know is that I love you, and on such a perfect night all I really want is to see the moonlight shining in your sparkling eyes."

Once again, Summer stared at John in wonder. Her bottom lip quivering, her eyes filling with tears, she moved into his arms for a long, tender hug. Pressing her lips to his neck, she whispered, "Baby, that is the most beautiful thing you have ever said to me. Please, that's what I want too, then I want to take you to bed and make love with you the rest of the night."

"Summer, that's exactly what I mean. I don't want to get drunk and not be able to remember tonight. I want us to make love and just talk all night long, sober and aware. I want us both to be fully there, you know? I don't want to stumble back to our hotel and instantly crash. This time I want to go to bed with you and fall asleep in your warm embrace, like you're really my wife. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I want to feel your soft breath on my lips. More than anything, I want to watch you sleep in my arms, as my beautiful lover."

"Then that's what we'll do, and I promise I'm not just going along with it to make you happy. Ice cream and a quiet walk together sound much better to me tonight than going crazy in a dance club. The thing is, do you still want me to wear this?"

Grinning coyly as she pulled her top over her head, she knew what his answer would be. Taking his bemused smile as confirmation, she slowly slid the silk skirt down her hips before adding a sexy little shimmy to make her last bit of clothing fall to her feet.

"After seeing you in that outfit, god, I don't know if I can handle you wearing it in public, but I'll force myself to try! Maybe Saturday night, our last night here. That should be the night we go wild and let New Orleans really enjoy the prettiest girl in town."

"Fine by me. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the guys, you know. If they found out that you didn't take me out dancing at least once in a super sexy outfit, you'd never live it down. They might lose all respect for you, and even call you a fag..." she grinned, tickling him. "But what about tonight, Mister Romantic? Now we're back to taking me out completely naked!" she giggled.

Posing nude before him, she sassily set one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh.

"Hmmm, now there's an idea. Seriously, though, you know what I want you to wear? You're gonna crack up at this, but it's exactly what I want to see you in tonight. You'll be so adorable."

"What? Tell me!" 

"Okay, for starters, just throw on your red tank top. It doesn't matter, and in a minute I'll show you why."

Summer slipped her tank top back on, and her nipples were bullets. When John couldn't help but ogle them, she glanced down to check them out.

"It's your fault," she said, flashing a sexy grin.

"Uh-huh. Sure it is. Admit it, Summer, you love your breasts almost as much as I do. Okay, next, put on your walking shorts and those comfy slippers."

Giving him a curious look, she nevertheless slid her tiny khaki shorts up her legs before slipping her casual flats over her pretty feet.

"That's it. You're ready," he grinned. "Come on, gorgeous, let's go see just how adorable you can be."

He took her by the hand and off they went, with Summer beaming like a happy child.

Upon leaving the hotel, they hadn't walked half a block when John suddenly pulled a laughing Summer into a cheesy little souvenir shop.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, giggling as he led her from one display to another.

"Laugh all you want, but this is serious business. We're on a mission to find you the biggest, warmest, woolliest, goofiest New Orleans sweatshirt you've ever seen, and that's what you're going to wear tonight," he chuckled, tugging her over to the sweatshirts display. "Oh yes, this is the one..." he grinned, holding up a purple hoodie with green and gold accents representing the traditional colors of Mardi Gras. 'The French Quarter' was emblazoned on the front, above a depiction of two laughing Mardi Gras clown masks.

"Here, try this on..." he said, handing it to her.

When Summer pulled it over her head, she laughed, "Baby, it's way too big!" Turning her back to him, she giggled gorgeously. "See? It goes past my bottom! I could use this as a sleeping bag!"

"Exactly!" he laughed.

He picked out a second, much smaller one for her, along with a couple of t-shirts and coffee mugs.

Summer started to pull off the oversized hoodie, until John said, "No, leave it on. That's what I want you to wear tonight as we walk around. You have no idea how cute you look."

Going to a display mirror, Summer couldn't help but giggle again when she saw herself. "I look like a little girl wearing one of her daddy's shirts."

"You look totally beautiful. You look like Summer," he grinned, coming up from behind to wrap his arms around her waist.

After having everything rung up at the register, he led her back out into the sultry evening air. With a crescent moon shining bright and the distant sounds of jazz wafting over the narrow avenues redolent of jasmine, it was a perfect night on the Bayou. Returning to their leisurely stroll down Dauphine Street, Summer skipped and danced at John's side, never letting go of his hand.

When they came to Jackson Square and the charming little park, Summer instantly took off, skipping her way across the grass.

"Summer, c'mere a second!" he called after her, and she happily skipped right on back to him.

"Part of your outfit for the evening..." he said, sitting Summer on the same wrought-iron bench where she had posed for the kindly old man's pictures. "Gimme those shoes, girl. I want to see you play barefoot in the park. If you're going to skip and dance through the grass, I want you to be able to feel it between your pretty little toes."

Quickly kicking away her shoes, Summer tore off racing across the grass before launching herself into a series of joyous cartwheels.

Almost immediately she was joined by a little girl who had been sitting on a bench with her father, the two of them laughing together as they watched Summer run and play in the grass. When Summer did a cartwheel only a few feet from their bench, the girl squealed in excitement while pulling away from her daddy.

The dad and Summer exchanged friendly smiles, then he laughed and said to his daughter, "Okay, Amy, but don't go too far! I'll be right here watching you!"

"Watch me!" the little girl shouted, tumbling off into her own series of adorably awkward cartwheels.

"Now you do one!" she exclaimed to Summer, who went right back to doing more cartwheels. She did a continuous circle of them before stopping in mid-cartwheel to perform a handstand; teetering, she held it...until the laughing little girl rushed over to push her in the butt, making her collapse in a heap.

Exclaiming in delight, the little girl then tried to do her own handstand, only to topple right into Summer's lap. Laughing together as they playfully tickled each other, Summer finally took her by the hand and brought her back to her father.

"Wait here, Amy! I'll be right back!" she grinned.

Dashing across the grass to a cotton candy vendor, she bought two rolls in pink and another two in blue; then, hurrying over to John, she handed him one of each. "Hold on to these. I'll be right back."

Skipping back to the man and his daughter, she knelt to Amy's height. Smiling brightly as she handed the little girl the other two rolls of cotton candy, she lolled her tongue out and fake-panted, "Cartwheels sure are serious work, huh? People who do cartwheels deserve some cotton candy!"

The giggling little girl gave one of the rolls to her father, then she paused before saying, "But daddy didn't do any cartwheels! How come he gets some?"

Beaming, Summer reached out to tickle her tummy. "Amy, it's super hard work for daddies, trying to keep up with their happy little girls! Don't you think he deserves some too, for being such a good daddy?"

"Awww, okay!" she giggled, happily hopping up into her father's arms.

"Bye, now! You be a good girl for daddy!" chirped Summer before dancing away to rejoin John on his bench.

John watched with Summer as the man and Amy got up and walked across the park. Amy was excited and full of glee, as only a little girl shoveling down enormous hunks of cotton candy with her daddy in a park can be.

"You're amazing, Summer. Look how happy you just made them. Oh, and hey, I never knew you could do cartwheels and handstands," John said, grinning in admiration.

"You never asked, or I woulda toldja!" she smiled, happily munching on her own cotton candy. She tore off a chunk and fed it into John's mouth, then she tore off another chunk and shoved it in his ear, and he retaliated by trying to shove some up her nose.

When they took a break from shoving food in each other's head, John said, "Show me that handstand again. How long can you hold it?"

Summer ran to the grass and went into another handstand. Bobbling, trying to maintain her balance, she hand-walked around in a small circle; upside down, she looked over at him and asked, "How long do you want me to hold it?"

"Until we go out dancing tomorrow night!" he laughed, rushing over to tackle her. As they wrestled around in the grass, he said, "See, I knew you'd look absolutely adorable in that sweatshirt. The way it totally covers your shorts, you couldn't possibly look any cuter."

Summer gave him a sly smile. "I bet I could. Go grab our bag."

While John was retrieving their things, Summer reached beneath her sweatshirt to unsnap her shorts. Quickly slipping them off, she hid them behind her back.

When John returned with their bag, Summer grinned, "Open it." Holding it open for her, he expected her to reach in and pull out a t-shirt, or maybe even the smaller sweatshirt. Instead, he watched as Summer gleefully held up her khaki shorts before dropping them into the bag.

His mouth agape, he simply stared at her.

"Betcha think I look cuter now!" she giggled. Sitting bare-bottomed on the grass with her arms folded around her raised knees, she shot him an incandescent smile.

"Okay, true, but I bet you won't do any more cartwheels!" he laughed.

"Oh, do I hear a dare?" she crowed, teasing him with a wide grin before leaning over to tickle him.

"No! Definitely no dares! You'd do it for sure then!" he said, tackling her again. Summer squealed, then went on the attack. Laughing and crying out, they began rolling around in a fierce wrestling match, until John eventually let her win.

There on the cool grass, they lay together; looking up at the buildings and the clear night sky, they listened to the relaxing sounds of carefree people strolling all around them.

"I really love this place," John said.

"I do too, and I really love you," she purred, kissing his hand.

Content to enjoy the stars while listening to the music and laughter of Jackson Square, they shared a few moments of quiet tranquility.

"An angel of light..." John finally whispered, with a distant smile.

Leaning up onto her elbow to face him, Summer's breath caught when she saw tears welling in his eyes.

"I love you so much," she whispered back, resting her head on his chest. When he put his arm around her shoulders to hold her close, she said, "I can hear your heartbeat."

"You can make my heart beat. Summer, this has been the best day of my life." 

"Oh, John," she said softly, wetting his shirt with her own happy tears.

After quietly kissing and snuggling together for a few more minutes, John said, "Angel, unless we want to get you arrested, I suggest we get moving."

"Huh? Why would...oh!" she said, when John slid his hand up her thigh...over her bare ass...onto her exposed naked hip. "Oops! I guess it rode up a little there, didn't it?" she giggled, tugging her sweatshirt down.

Once they left the grassy area of the park, John made a reluctant Summer slip her shoes back on. Together they walked the quiet side streets of the French Quarter, and it didn't take long before they found the Haagen-Dazs he'd mentioned.

"If I get it all over my face, you have to lick it up!" she laughed when John changed her order from a neat little bowl to a messy triple-scoop cone. While the girl behind the counter got their order ready, John swiped one of the miniature spoons used for giving samples. Slyly slipping the tiny spoon beneath Summer's sweatshirt, he tickled her bottom with it.

Giggling, Summer did a quick check of the store and the immediate surroundings. Seeing that the coast was clear, she leaned against the glass display counter and tugged her sweatshirt up over her hips, baring herself below the waist. While attempting to engage the girl behind the counter in idle conversation, she teasingly pooched out her naked bottom at John, who just kept running the plastic spoon back and forth through her smooth slit.

Though she tried to keep her giggling to a discreet minimum, Summer knew she was failing miserably, which made her giggle even more.

As John was paying for their order, Summer pulled her sweatshirt down, only to have the smiling counter girl motion for her to take a look back over her shoulder. With a knowing smirk the young girl said, "Check it out...."

Turning to see her full-body reflection in the store's window, Summer blushed a thousand shades of scarlet.

"Don't be too embarrassed. You have a really pretty butt," the girl grinned shyly.

"Oh my god," giggled Summer.

She and John were both laughing as she physically dragged him out of there; once they were outside, she took off and ran down the street, all the way back to the park. 

When John caught up to her, they laughed like teenagers who'd gotten busted trying to sneak into the movies. Holding hands again, they made their way down to the River Walk.

"Messy, messy!" Summer said, smiling like a goon. They were strolling along the lighted path overlooking the river, and fully half her face was covered in chocolate ice cream. It was all over her lips, it was dripping off her chin, and there was even a little dollop of rainbow sprinkles on her nose.

Offering him a lick, she brought her cone to his face; hesitating, he pulled back.

"Now you be good," he said, smiling accusingly.

Feigning a look of righteous indignation, she giggled, "Moi? Oh, okay, I'll be good."

Again offering him a taste, she leaned in to join him in licking her cone. First their tongues met, then their lips, until they were making a sticky, sloppy mess of each other with their passionate kissing.

When they eventually pulled back from their kiss, Summer beamed at the sight of his messy face. "I love you like that, looking all silly and adorable. Now if only I could just cum ice cream, you'd always look that way!"

They licked each other's face before using a couple of napkins to get the rest, leaving a sticky residue that had them both laughing.

After walking together a little further, he pulled her down onto his lap on a bench overlooking the river. Surrounding her with his arms as they watched the boats go by, he affectionately stroked her thighs all the way up to the bottom of her sweater, and Summer hummed a happy tune.

"I really love my Mardi Gras top, baby. Thank you for getting it for me," she said, leaning back to kiss him on the cheek.

"I knew I'd love you in it," he smiled, caressing her legs with his fingertips.

"Mmmm, as big and hard as your cock is right now, I was kind of hoping that pretty soon here you would love me in it. In fact, how about you love me in it right here on this bench?" she grinned, nipping at his ear.

"Sounds like a good idea, I must say," he said, playfully biting her nose.

Turning to face him, she straddled his lap and slid his hands onto her bare bottom, making her sweater lift just enough to expose her gorgeous thighs and ass. After pulling out his granite shaft, she raised her hips until her slit was poised above the tip. As he positioned himself at her moist entrance, she leaned in to kiss him, hooking her arms around his head. When their tongues met, she lowered her hips, sheathing him in her drenched pussy. Letting loose a breathy moan, she sucked his tongue while clenching her silky walls on the hard flesh driving deep inside her; riding up and down his long, thick cock, hotly fucking him along the banks of the Mississippi, her face glowed with sheer ecstasy beneath a brilliant Cajun moon.

John was thoroughly overwhelmed by her impossible beauty, and finally he whispered, "An angel of light, here in my arms. Summer, who are you? What are you?"

Staring into his eyes, Summer spoke in a voice unfamiliar; deeply haunting, it sounded distant, even eerie, like something from a dream. It was the voice of an angel that said, "Shhhhh. As we walk back to the hotel, I want your beautiful cum dripping from my pussy and all down my thighs. We'll walk forever, taking our time, holding and loving each other. I want to feel you with every step, and when we finally go through the lobby I want to see it in the mirrors, shining on my legs. I want you to take me to our room, where you will strip me naked, then you'll carry me to our bed and gently lay me down. I will hold out my arms and spread my legs; I will give myself to you, and you will know that I love you. When the morning light comes, you will know who I am, and you will know what I am...."

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The morning light finally did come, finding its way into John's consciousness a little past eleven.

Blinking, he opened his eyes, and was forever after glad that he did. The first thing he saw was Summer's beautiful face, only a breath away.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she smiled, gently caressing his cheek.

"I was the one who was supposed to do that," he said, returning her smile.

"Do what?" she asked, painting his lips with her fingertips.