Stranger in the French Quarter
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 2 individuals come together after months of online conversations. No one knows where it will go or how it will end, but they think they have a clue.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian TransGender Fiction Cheating Light Bond Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Safe Sex Body Modification
The sun had passed it’s high point and now was shielded by the massive white fluffy clouds as she crossed from her resting place at the Café Du Mont, and skirted the outside of Jackson Square Park, heading towards Saint Louis Cathedral. The numerous artist and street musicians provided ample cover as She cautiously made her way out onto Chartres Street, walking casually westward, towards her objective, blending into the afternoon crowd as She passed by the Tableau Restaurant street sign; eyeing the café on the opposite side of the intersection from out the corner of her eye so as not to appear to be interested.
The other woman was easy enough to spot, sipping what appeared to be a large Cappuccino. The various wind-swept aromas prevented the distinct one ot the coffee from providing a clue. Still the description fit; floral print empire waisted midi length dress, open toed sandals, matching red polish top n bottom; brown hair and presumably brown eyes save for the tint of the glasses she was wearing. The pictures only affirmed this was who She had come to see, and maybe meet. Still, She continued on past, down the street. Before crossing over, stopping in front of “The Quarter Stich”, having casually investigating the store front window, actually observing the other woman in the reflection. She had not committed to her supposed intention, to met her, not yet. She could easily just continue down Wilkinson and go back to her car, no one the wiser. The other woman had agreed to wait there both Friday and Saturday afternoons; hoping to alleviate any apprehension there might be for this initial face to face they had agreed to. Looking back up in the direction of the cathedral, She could see the other woman from behind, her back mostly planted to the wall, casually looking through the passing crowd in front of her. The woman flagged a waitress down, ordering another cup of what ever it was she had just finished; then reached into her bag drawing out what looked to be an i-pad or something. She couldn’t tell, as She had to look away just as the other woman turned to glance back in her direction, or risk discovery. She wasn’t ready, not just yet, but so far everything was exactly as described in the invitation. They had been exchanging missives for a time already, but one can never be too careful in this day and age could one.
She moved to the next window, getting closer still, continuing her casual observations. The woman was obviously right-handed, but the hand tremors were rather obvious thanks to the reflections from the silver wristwatch she wore on her left. Whatever the other woman was reading, they were not giving it serious attention, continually looking around at the crowds passing by on the busy street and scrolling back over the document on the screen in front of her repeatedly. Then the ring of her cell phone, a music box melody grabbed her attention as she closed the one device and accepted the incoming call. With that She decided to take the walk back around, the block to give the other woman time to complete their call and give herself room to think. Everything seemed in order, and She had decided to meet with her even before She got on the plane to fly to New Orleans, but there was something to be said for keeping up the suspense