Another round.

You lead the way into the nearest bar, catching the bartender's attention and ordering another round of Hurricanes. Sipping yours you survey the crowd. The place is three quarters full, many people dancing to a band, others drunkenly partying. You raise your cup and give a hoot of pleasure, which is echoed by your friends. You take a large swig of your drink, feeling the **** go to work on you, and loving the feel of your inhibitions diminishing.

"Hey sweet stuff, want to dance?" a voice says in your ear. You turn and see an attractive man about your age. Like you, he's holding a drink cup as he gestures towards the dance floor. Without hesitation you grin and nod, following him out on the floor. The crowd of dancers pushes you close together, and both of you seem to enjoy the contact. He's got a great smile and you notice his eyes roaming over your svelte body as you dance. You throw your head back and arch your back to show off your tits, and are gratified to see his eyes sparkle.

When the song ends the band announces it's taking a break, and your new friend gives you a hug of thanks.

"My name's Jeremy," he tells you. "I've got a booth over there. Let me buy you another drink."

"I'm Lisa," you tell him, nodding agreement at his suggestion and letting him lead you to a corner booth near the back of the bar. He flags down a waitress and orders you another drink, then slides into the booth beside you.

"You're a pretty girl, Lisa. First time in New Orleans?"

"First time! And thank you. You're cute too," you tell him, taking another swig from your cup. He grins and leans close, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your face, his lips finding yours. You lean into the kiss, opening your mouth to his exploring tongue, making little purring noises at the sensation. His hands run down your back, stroking it and pulling you closer. You can feel your body responding to his touch, your pussy heating from his caresses.

When the waitress drops another drink in front of you he breaks the kiss, then nuzzles your neck, his lips and tongue warm against your flesh.

"Mmmm, that feels good Jeremy," you murmur, loving the sensation of his mouth.

"You taste good, Lisa," he tells you his strong hands wandering over your body. You press against him, your hot mouth seeking his, wanting his tongue and lips entwined with yours. His hands slide under your shirt, squeezing your ample breasts, making you moan and writhe. The **** and his touch has got you overheating, and you press against him, your own hands roaming over his body. You can feel your pussy dripping with excitement, and when you feel his hand slide up your leg you part your thighs to give him access, wanting his touch.

He doesn't disappoint you. His strong fingers reach your panties, and you know he can feel how sopping wet you are. You moan into his mouth, wriggling against his hand, giving yourself over to lust. When he pushes your panties aside and rubs a finger between your swollen lips you shudder with excitement and need.

"Take me someplace," you gasp, pulling your mouth from his, your voice hoarse with flaring lust. "Take me someplace Jeremy."