Then her eyes got really big, and she lit up the whole bay with her blush! I kissed her. "Mostly, anyway," her protest got weaker. I kissed her again,...and she kissed me back. "A little?" she actually squeaked, and she raised up her eyes and looked into mine. "No, I guess I wasn't kidding at all – I was hoping." So was I, little girl, so was I" And the world went away, former sad realities erased by this new "together" that we had both suddenly realized we were hoping for.We sat there quietly. Lauren lay there motionless, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as I laid on top of her also breathing in ragged gasps. I raise up off of her crawling out from between her spread legs, I grabbed her ankles pulling her off the end of the bed. I turn her over with her back towards me and pushing her forward forcing her to bend over the end of the bed. Lauren begs me " No more please!". I spread her legs wide, she could feel my sweaty hard, naked body pressing aganist her now, her buttocks. Jackson Square, New Orleans, might be the perfect place to meet a new lover. Then again anywhere could be, if two like minded souls should be there at the same time. But it seems that open souls are attracted to the statue of Andrew Jackson, or perhaps the stone St. Louis Cathedral. Perhaps it’s the free flowing alcohol in the city, the air from the river, the simple charming beauty of the promenade or just the reputation of the city but there is something to there that opens hearts and spreads. Even from my slight distance I could see her hips undertake a similarjourney, and her legs stuck noticeably further out from her seat. Herclothes didn't change all that much beyond stretching and slimming tomatch her new proportions, but even such a modest outfit looked stunningon her bombshell of a body.The new man shifted even closer in what I assumed he considered a subtlemanner, but his object of interest wasn't stupid. He was far from ugly,but the other woman could have been a movie star..