part 1
by Rebel
Dawg and Katt had been to New Orleans several times, but this time was
different. They had no plans at all, other than to just be together. There
was no one to meet, nowhere else to go, and no schedule to meet. This time it
was just for them.
They rode their Harleys into town at about noon on Thursday. Once they got
checked into the hotel and suitably cleaned up, they headed down to the
river. One thing they had never done was ride one of the riverboats, and this
was the perfect opportunity. It took a while for the old stern-wheeler to
push out into the wilder parts of the Mississippi. When they did notice that
they weren't seeing any more modern buildings on the banks, Katt found a
graceful peace sweeping over her. The October sun was warm on her face
and ample cleavage. It was a pleasant warmth, unlike the oppressive swelter
of the recent summer. Dawg, who had never been bothered by the heat, was
glad to see his wife enjoying Autumn weather on the Mississippi Delta.
She spent her time looking at her husband and the old trees along the muddy
waters. He spent his time looking at his wife and the wildlife they passed.
They shared the experiences in a way that only the most happily married
couples know. It was a beautiful time, one that they would always treasure.
A great many of the other people on the boat looked at the two of them. They
were a striking couple, and drew attention naturally and unintentionally.
Katt was a big girl, five and a half feet tall and close to two hundred
twenty pounds. Her mass of hair was soft natural gold that waved and
bounced with the slightest toss of her head. She had a face that could go
from
cheerleader pertness to warrior princess in a heartbeat. Her overtly
voluptuous body was curvy and graceful, precisely engineered to draw stares
of lust or envy. She was very aware of just how gorgeous her build was, and
she never failed to dress in a complimentary and slutty fashion.
Dawg didn't draw attention to himself in the same way that his sexy wife did.
He was dark and serious looking. He wasn't particularly large or menacing,
he wasn't even six feet tall. But the confident and alert posture he
maintained
led people to take him as a threat. Then again, anyone who knew him could
tell you that he was really a friendly and even silly guy. The contrasts in
him matched the contrasts between him and his wife. His eyes were dark, like
antique furniture. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds. She was impeccably
groomed, and he could use a shave. He was all planes and angles, she was
curves upon curves. They were both gorgeous people by any standard, and a
perfect couple.
On the way back, the crew of the river boat served the passengers a gourmet
feast. Every Cajun dish they had ever heard of along with lots that they
hadn't. There was also St. Louis beef and Gulf of Mexico seafood.It was an
excellent touch that the boat served only foods that would have been found on
the Mississippi Floating Palaces during their heyday.
Katt had a a garden salad, a bowl of shrimp gumbo, dirty rice, and cayenne
breadsicks to start. Then she had a filet mignon with pasta, red beans and
rice, boudin, a bowl of duck jambalaya, more of the breadsticks,and a corn on
the cob roasted in garlic butter. For dessert, she ordered a big slice of
whiskey-bread cake al'a mode. Every dish was delicious, and she finished
them all. She did suffer for it though. It was a good thing that the big
riverboat
cut a flat wake through the wide river. Katt was so bloated and uncomfortable
that it wouldn't have taken much to make her badly seasick. She was glad that
she had worn her biggest skirt. The elastic waist was gentler than a pair of
jeans would have been.
She didn't want to stuff herself like that, no matter how good the food was.
She had done it to please and excite her old man. With each new pound she
gained, he would praise her and his hefty cock would get rock hard. She
wished that there was a way to be his feeder fantasy woman without ending
up feeling so bloated. Then again, his unabashed worship of her lush figure
did help to make it all worthwhile.
Dawg watched her eat and eat and eat. Every time her fork slipped between
her full lips, he felt the zipper of his jeans growing tighter. It wasn't
just
how much she was actually eating that enthralled him. It was also the fact
that he recognized that she was doing it just for him. The combination of
this gorgeous woman's appetite and devotion was like winning the erotic
partner lottery. He wished that she could eat like this all the time. But
that wasn't going to lessen his enjoyment of his wife while she was eating
for him here and now.
Finally the old riverboat glided effortlessly up to the pier. He helped her
down the gangplank and into a waiting taxi to go back to the hotel. She
needed to lie down and rest for a while before they went out on Bourbon
Street tonight. There was no way that she could drink anything at all with so
much food in her tummy. So they gingerly made love and then took a little nap
that lasted until after dusk.
Katt was feeling better when they left the hotel this time. They stepped out
of the lobby right onto Bourbon Street and got a drink. Then they got a few
more. It was a good crowd on the street for a week night, exciting without
being crowding. Around midnight they wandered into a side street to find a
dark little bar they had visited before. Instead they found an ancient woman
and a ten year old girl selling voodoo souveniers out of an antique steamer
trunk.
Dawg thought that it looked precisely like what he wanted all of New Orleans
to be. He struck up a conversation with the old woman about this or that.She
had a tremendously thick accent that made it nearly impossible to understand
her. Her coffee-brown hands made it easier by weaving expressive gestures
into her speech. Both she and the little girl had light brown eyes that
recalled
their shared Creole heritage, and the girl had tightly curled blonde hair.
They
also shared similar taste in clothes, flowing and brightly colored. It wasn't
like the Hollywood gypsy costumes that so many of the fortune tellers and
palm readers on Bourbon Street wore. These two looked like the genuine
article. The little girl would do most of the talking, but the ancient
clearly made all the important decisions.
"Wait juse a mint dare, bo'ee. Ah think Ant Ros'ry got smpin fah yew." the
old woman drawled. Her black eyes glittered as she rummaged through a
drawer in the trunk.
The little girl saw the confusion on their faces. "She said 'wait just a
minute there, boy. I think Aunt Rosary has got someting for you'." She made
sure the couple was staying. then started picking up anything that might need
to go back unto trunk.
Aunt Rosary made a gurggling chuckle and the stood up with her hands
clamped together. Then she displayed a tiny alligator claw with almost no
color to it. It hung on an ornate gold chain. After she saw that both of the
tourists were interested, she said, "Iss a Wishun Claw, took frm de wiyte
gadeh jess azsoon as he brake out frum his eyg neeth de full uhde moon. Iss
fer grantin de whishes dat yew done made wit yo hardt."
She looked up at her husband when Aunt Rosary finished. He caught the look
and explained. "She said that it's a Wishing Claw, taken from an albino
alligator as it was born under a full moon" Then he looked back at the little
girl for the rest of the story.
"That Wishin Claw is for granting wishes that you've already made in your
heart. It's really powerful voodoo, only a great priestess like Aunt Rosary
can conjur something like this. Someday I'll be able to do it too." The girl
and the ancient smiled at each other warmly for a moment.
"It's so cool!" Katt said. "Is it for sale?" she asked the girl, who then
looked at her mentor.
The old woman said "Twenny dollahs, fuh yew too fokes." There was no
bargaining in her sharp old eyes. That was the price, twenty dollars.
"Close enough.." Dawg said. He rummaged around in his pocket and found a
ten. That was all the cash he had. "Baby..?"
His wife dug into her little purse and found two fives. They both handed
their money to the girl. Aunt Rosary gave another little chuckle.
"Naw you bote gonn gidyo whishes!" the old woman stated brightly. The girl
closed the trunk and rolled it onto the wheels that someone had nailed onto
one side. They started to walk away from Bourbon Street.
" 'Bon Venture', y'all. She says that y'all are both gonna get your wishes."
She said no more as the shadows of the alley covered them.
Katt looked at the little claw. "Well, it is cool.."
"Yeah, but that was the last twenty bucks we had on us. Oh well, I guess
we'll just use credit cards until we getback to the hotel." He sighed.
"No problem!" She grabbed his arm and started back toward the lights of
Bourbon Street. "But for right now, we need to get something to eat. I'm
starving!" They giggled like young lovers as they walked arm in arm away.