<strong>New Orleans: {Alex and Kate}</strong><br/>The scent of Jasmine on Alex's skin is enticing, and I notice the faint feminine musk underneath, the clean scent of femininity and gentility mingled up in one intoxicating perfume.<br/><br/>Something in how Alex fingers that golden chain tugs at my mind as she glides along my shoulder and brazenly lets her delicate hands trace my hip, the swell of my bottom firm against the rough denim.  My breath catches at the sensation of a gentle touch; it's a good feeling, and a rare feeling, and I find myself craving more.<br/><br/>The rush of water she tips into the tub is still steaming, mingles with the cooler water to a blood-warm bath.  The smell of anise and sandalwood-- I've smelled them somewhere, maybe here in the city-- fills the air as she adds oils to the water, and I watch in a semi-trance as her lovely, ivory fingers stir the water with soft, musical tones.  The water smells almost spicy now, and for a moment I feel like I'm spicing my skin to be devoured.  Well... maybe I am, at that.<br/><br/>I don't take offense at the name.  "Kate's fine by me," I say, aware of my voice like one hearing an echo from far away, and I think how coarse and full of want that it must sound.  I open the last button with a soft pop and let the cotton shirt pool on the floor.  The breeze through the narrow window in the masonry wall tingles my skin, makes the rosy-red nipples and small, youthful aureoles perk up more in response.  My breasts aren't large, but their subtle shape tilts slightly up, and my stomach and shoulders and arms are lean and sinewy.<br/><br/>Alex rests a stout little pistol in the pocket of her robe, then lets me look her over in the filmy undergarment she wears.  "Never been with a woman?" I say, giving the hips of my jeans a light tug.  They slink down my thighs to the floor, and I'm completely naked in the full light of the oil lamp, my pale gold legs long and slim, between my legs shows a small, wispy nest of soft, fine hairs like a raven's down.  "Well, I don't know who gave you these rules, Alex."  She steps out of the slippers and I straddle my way into the tub, aware that as my legs part, the little lips of my sex can be seen in silhouette like a soft, firm-lipped pout.  "But I think it's time you broke that one."<br/><br/>I ease down, my hands on the ornate gunwhales of the tub and ease myself into the water.  When she carries the bowl of shampoo closer, I watch her.  I must look hungry as a one-eyed wolf for what I see.  I tip my head in a gentle toss to lay my black hair along one shoulder.  "Please do.  But... you don't want to get that chemise all wet, do you?"  My mouth set in a slow-spreading smile, I tip my head to her, silently indiicating where to stand.  "You can wash my hair just as well in here with me."<br/><br/>Ordinarily, I'm not so bold.  But, then again, I can't rightly say if I've ever seen a woman this lovely.  And she can see how much she's affecting me. Bodies don't lie... and I think about that chain at her neck again.