Dirty Imagines

We roamed the crowded streets all decked out in purple and gold, our masks concealing our identity, Inhibitions, gone. Normally shy girls, tonight, we were not. As far as we were concerned. We left those girls in the hotel room.
Mardi Gras was about drinking, celebrating and having fun.
We try to find a place up front on the streets so we can see the parade up close and get lots of beads.
Drinks in one hand, each other on the other hand so we didnt get separated.
We stand there and dance with the rest of the people as the parade makes it way through.
How to get beads? You've got to show them your boobs, and show them we did. After 20 strings of beads I stopped counting. I couldn't stop laughing, I was having the time of my life. No one from school would have recognized the girl standing on the street doing this. I was nothing like this, but this mask gave me the freedom to be and act however I wanted.
I see some asked guys walking along beside a float, they each only had a few strings of beads left. I wanted one, atleast one.
One of the guys comes up to where we were standing and stops. Red hair poking out from all around his mask. Real or fake, I cant tell.
"Who wants beads? You know what you got to do to get them."
His Australian accent had me flustered. I lifted my shirt and bare it all.
As he scanned the crowd his eyes landed on my boobs first, my eyes second. He throws out the remaining beads, none to me. I felt defeated and pissed. My eyes quickly shot daggers at him. I turned and made my way through the crowd but not before telling my friends I needed to find a restroom, I'd be right back.
I go to the bar directly behind us and see the sign, Restroom from patrons only, I'd gladly buy a drink, I need one. I go to the bar and put my money down and order a watermelon margarita. I take a seat in the chair waiting on my drink.
I feel someone come stand close to me and lay their hand on the bar, sliding my money back to me. "Its on me." The Australian accent.
He bends down to my ear and his hand hands me a string of beads. "How about you get the drink and we find somewhere more private."
I smile behind my mask and look to him. I see smile lines in the corners of his eyes, this might just work out,
II get my drink and follow him as he heads towards the back of the bar. We exit the back and door and walk through an alley. He holds back the Spanish moss as we walk under a low hanging limb of a magnolia tree.
We end up at one of the old cemeteries, somewhat creepy but romantic at the same time. We walk past mausoleums and statues of angels, to a small black iron fenced in area with benches placed about.
He takes my hand as he sits down, pulling me to his lap. I sit facing him, straddling him.
"I guess this it" he says as he removes his mask.
My hands fly to my mouth as I look into the face of Michael Clifford.
"Your turn" I take my mask off to reveal who I am, no one in-particularly special, just me.
His hands are on my back and pull me into him, our lips meet and my hands go behind his head. Our kisses are heated and yearning for more. I lift the bottom of my shirt and proceed to remove it. Its not like he hasn't seen them before.
His mouth goes directly to one of my nipples. I lean my head back and moan, it feels so good. He's kind of rough but right now, thats what I want. His hand envelopes my other breast and kneads it pinching my nipple, I squeal a little and he laughs, mouth still sucking, his tongue flicking my nipple. I feel his erection growing in between my legs.
My hand reaches down to his pants and unbuttons the button but in this position I cant reach the zipper. He pushes me back to his knees, one hand on my back holding me. He holds his pants straight while I unzip them. He reaches in and pulls out his hard cock. He reaches into a pocket and gets a condom out. He hands it to me and I open it and slide it on, pinching the end. I slide back up to him and raise up a little while he holds his cock up. I slide my panties to the side and slide down on him, moaning. He hisses through his teeth as I slide down his length.
I waste no time grinding on him. His hands are on my hips moving them. My hands are around his neck, fingers in his hair. My hips rock on him and my breathing gets faster. His head is tilted back and his eyes closed enjoying the ride. His hips push up to me and I moan. He does it again and I fall to his chest. I stop grinding and he picks up the slack pushing himself into me forcefully. I whimper in his ear as I come. His thrusts are harder and I hear him moan as he comes and the pushing slows down.
I raise up off his chest and he kisses me before he helps me get off of him. I get my shirt and mask and put them back on.
"I'll walk you back to your friends" he says as he takes my hand. "I would have given you the beads without seeing your boobs, just letting you know."
We find my friends and they turn to see who is with me. He lifts his mask and I mine as he leans in to kiss me, turns and leaves. I turn to them, their mouths agape at what they just witnessed.
I put my mask back on and dance the night away with my friends.

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