Summer Voodoo

Taking her hands, John pulled her to her feet. Searching her eyes, he came to a decision.

"Angel, will you promise to tell me the truth if I ask you something, even if you think it's not what I want to hear?"

Surprised by the sudden change in his mood, she affectionately squeezed his hand. "Of course I will. You know I would never lie to you."

"I'm not talking about lying. I'm talking about keeping your feelings to yourself, just to make me happy."

"John, I want to make you happy. That's all I ever want."

"Then I'm asking you to tell me the truth."

"Okay, I will. What do you want to know?"

"Summer, would you be disappointed if I told you that tonight I don't want to take you out dancing?"

Surprised even more, she nevertheless waited for him to continue.

After caressing her hand for a few moments, he reached up to touch her face. "I know I said I wanted to, but that was before everything that happened today. I don't want to expose you tonight to a bunch of horny, groping drunks. We can go out and show you off and get wild any time, like in Mexico, or back home. We're going dancing tomorrow night too, with Christina. This little bit of time I have with you, I may never get it again. I don't want to waste it by getting drunk and sharing you with morons who don't deserve even a glimpse of you."

Smiling warmly, Summer gazed at him in wonder. "Baby, no, I won't be disappointed at all. I'd be happy to wear this and show off for you in some nightclub, but--"

"Summer, I never want you to show off for me. I only want you to do it if it's something you really enjoy, because it turns you on. Not me...you."

"God, that's exactly what Jake says!" she laughed. "Okay, then, let me rephrase it. John, I'd be happy to wear this outfit and go out dancing with you. It would turn me on like crazy, especially with no panties. Yes, just for myself, letting people see me this way turns me on. Absolutely. I love that feeling, although I would never wear something this sexy to a club, not unless I had someone with me. Still, even if Ididn't love it, I would do it for you. Of course I would, if that's what you wanted."

"But...?"

"Exactly, baby. There's a 'but.' You asked me a question. The answer is yes, I'd love to go out with you dressed this way, but, no, I'm not disappointed that you don't want to, and I won't be disappointed if that's not what we do tonight. What you said earlier was right. Iwould keep my feelings to myself, if I thought it would make you happy. That's true, and tonight is a perfect example."

"Meaning you don't really want to do this tonight, but you'd do it anyway, just to make me happy."

"Yes, I would. If this is what you want, then I'll gladly do it. I'll have a blast, too, but it wouldn't be my first choice tonight."

"Summer, that's what I'm saying. It's not my first choice either, not tonight."

"Baby, that's fine. So, okay, what do you want to do?"

"Don't laugh, but I want to take you to that Haagen-Dazs, the one we passed on our way back to the hotel. I want to watch you eat ice cream and make a happy mess of your beautiful face while we walk together somewhere quiet, maybe down by the river, or we could go to Jackson Square and Café du Monde again. I don't know, exactly. What I do know is that I love you, and on such a perfect night all I really want is to see the moonlight shining in your sparkling eyes."

Once again, Summer stared at John in wonder. Her bottom lip quivering, her eyes filling with tears, she moved into his arms for a long, tender hug. Pressing her lips to his neck, she whispered, "Baby, that is the most beautiful thing you have ever said to me. Please, that's what I want too, then I want to take you to bed and make love with you the rest of the night."

"Summer, that's exactly what I mean. I don't want to get drunk and not be able to remember tonight. I want us to make love and talk all night long, sober and aware. I want us both to be fully there, you know? I don't want to stumble back to our hotel and instantly crash. This time I want to go to bed with you and fall asleep in your warm embrace, like you're really my wife. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I want to feel your soft breath on my lips. More than anything, I want to watch you sleep in my arms, as my beautiful lover."

"Then that's what we'll do, and I promise I'm not just going along with it to make you happy. Ice cream and a quiet walk together sound much better to me tonight than going crazy in a dance club. The thing is, do you still want me to wearthis?"

Grinning coyly as she pulled her top over her head, she knew what his answer would be. Taking his bemused smile as confirmation, she slowly slid the silk skirt down her hips before adding a sexy little shimmy to make her last bit of clothing fall to her feet.

"After seeing you in that outfit, god, I don't know if I can handle you wearing it in public, but I'll force myself to try! Maybe Saturday night, our last night here. That should be the night we go wild and let New Orleans really enjoy the prettiest girl in town."

"Fine by me. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the guys, you know. If they found out that you didn't take me out dancing at least once in a super-sexy outfit, you'd never live it down. They might lose all respect for you, and even call you a fag..." she grinned, tickling him. "But what about tonight, Mister Romantic? Now we're back to taking me out completely naked!" she giggled.

Posing nude before him, she sassily set one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh.

"Hmmm, now there's an idea. Seriously, though, you know what I want you to wear? You're gonna crack up at this, but it's exactly what I want to see you in tonight. You'll be so adorable."

"What? Tell me!"

"Okay, for starters, just throw on your red tank top. It doesn't matter, and in a minute I'll show you why."

Summer slipped her tank top back on, and her nipples were bullets. When John couldn't help but ogle them, she glanced down to check them out.

"It's your fault," she said, flashing a sexy grin.

"Uh-huh. Sure it is. Admit it, Summer, you love your breasts almost as much as I do. Okay, next, put on your walking shorts, and those comfy slippers."

Giving him a curious look, she nevertheless slid her tiny khaki shorts up her legs before slipping her casual flats over her pretty feet.

"That's it. You're ready," he grinned. "Come on, gorgeous, let's go see just how adorable you can be."

He took her by the hand, and off they went, with Summer beaming like a happy child.

Upon leaving the hotel, they hadn't walked half a block when John suddenly pulled a laughing Summer into a cheesy little souvenir shop.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, giggling as he led her from one display to another.

"Laugh all you want, but this is serious business. We're on a mission to find you the biggest, warmest, woolliest, goofiest New Orleans sweatshirt you've ever seen, and that's what you're going to wear tonight," he chuckled, tugging her over to the sweatshirts display. "Oh, yes, this is the one..." he grinned, holding up a purple hoodie with green and gold accents representing the traditional colors of Mardi Gras. 'The French Quarter' was emblazoned on the front, above a depiction of two laughing Mardi Gras clown masks.

"Here, try this on..." he said, handing it to her.

When Summer pulled it down over her head, she laughed, "Baby, it's way too big!" Turning her back to him, she giggled gorgeously. "See? It goes past my bottom! I could use this as a sleeping bag!"

"Exactly!" he laughed.

He picked out a second, much smaller one for her, along with a couple of t-shirts and coffee mugs.

Summer started to pull off the oversized hoodie, until John said, "No, leave it on. That's what I want you to wear tonight as we walk around. You have no idea how cute you look."

Going over to a display mirror, Summer couldn't help but giggle again when she saw herself. "I look like a little girl wearing one of her daddy's shirts."

"You look totally beautiful. You look like Summer," he grinned, coming up from behind to wrap his arms around her waist.

After having everything rung up at the register, he led her back out into the sultry evening air. With a crescent moon shining clear and bright and the distant sounds of jazz wafting over the narrow avenues redolent of jasmine, it was a perfect night on the Bayou. Returning to their leisurely stroll down Dauphine Street, Summer skipped and danced at John's side, never letting go of his hand.

When they came to Jackson Square and the charming little park, Summer instantly took off, skipping her way across the grass.

"Summer, c'mere for a second!" he called after her, and she happily skipped right on back to him.

"Part of your outfit for the evening..." he said, sitting Summer on the same wrought-iron bench where she had posed for the kindly old man's pictures. "Gimme those shoes, girl. I want to see you play barefoot in the park. If you're going to skip and dance through the grass, I want you to be able to feel it between your pretty little toes."

Quickly kicking away her shoes, Summer tore off racing across the grass before launching herself into a series of joyous cartwheels.

Almost immediately she was joined by a little girl who had been sitting on a bench with her father, the two of them laughing together as they watched Summer run and play in the grass. When Summer did a cartwheel only a few feet from their bench, the girl squealed in excitement while pulling away from her daddy.

The dad and Summer exchanged friendly smiles, then he laughed and said to his daughter, "Okay, Amy, but don't go too far! I'll be right here watching you!"

"Watch me!" the little girl shouted, tumbling off into her own series of adorably awkward cartwheels.

"Now you do one!" she exclaimed to Summer, who went right back to doing more cartwheels. She did a continuous circle of them before stopping in mid-cartwheel to perform a handstand; teetering, she held it...until the laughing little girl rushed over to push her in the butt, making her collapse in a heap.

Exclaiming in delight, the little girl then tried to do her own handstand, only to topple right into Summer's lap. Laughing together as they playfully tickled each other, Summer finally took her by the hand and brought her back to her father.

"Wait here, Amy! I'll be right back!" she grinned.

Dashing across the grass to a cotton candy vendor, she bought two rolls in pink and another two in blue; then, hurrying over to John, she handed him one of each. "Hold on to these. I'll be right back."

Skipping back to the man and his daughter, she knelt to Amy's height. Smiling brightly as she handed the little girl the other two rolls of cotton candy, she lolled her tongue out and fake-panted, "Cartwheels sure are serious work, huh? People who do cartwheels deserve some cotton candy!"

The giggling little girl gave one of the rolls to her father, then she paused before saying, "But daddy didn't do any cartwheels! How come he gets some?"

Beaming, Summer reached out to tickle her tummy. "Amy, it's super-hard work for daddies, trying to keep up with their happy little girls! Don't you think he deserves some too, for being such a good daddy?"

"Awww, okay!" she giggled, happily hopping up into her father's arms.

"Bye, now! You be a good girl for daddy!" chirped Summer before dancing away to rejoin John on his bench.

John watched with Summer as the man and Amy got up and walked across the park. Amy was excited and full of glee, as only a little girl shoveling down enormous hunks of cotton candy with her daddy in a park can be.

"You're amazing, Summer. Look how happy you just made them. Oh, and hey, I never knew you could do cartwheels and handstands," John said, grinning in admiration.

"You never asked, or I woulda toldja!" she smiled, happily munching on her own cotton candy. She tore off a chunk and fed it into John's mouth, then she tore off another chunk and shoved it in his ear, and he retaliated by trying to shove some up her nose.

When they took a break from shoving food in each other's head, John said, "Show me that handstand again. How long can you hold it?"

Summer ran to the grass and went into another handstand. Bobbling, trying to maintain her balance, she hand-walked around in a small circle; upside down, she looked over at him and asked, "How long do you want me to hold it?"

"Until we go out dancing tomorrow night!" he laughed, rushing over to tackle her. As they wrestled around in the grass, he said, "See, I knew you'd look absolutely adorable in that sweatshirt. The way it totally covers your shorts, you couldn't possibly look any cuter."

Summer gave him a sly smile. "I bet I could. Go grab our bag."

While John was retrieving their things, Summer reached beneath her sweatshirt to unsnap her shorts. Quickly slipping them off, she hid them behind her back.

When John returned with their bag, Summer grinned, "Open it." Holding it open for her, he expected her to reach in and pull out a t-shirt, or maybe even the smaller sweatshirt. Instead, he watched as Summer gleefully held up her khaki shorts before dropping them into the bag.

His mouth agape, he simply stared at her.

"Betcha think I look cuter now!" she giggled. Sitting bare-bottomed on the grass with her arms folded around her raised knees, she shot him an incandescent smile.

"Okay, true, but I bet you won't do any more cartwheels!" he laughed.

"Oh, do I hear a dare?" she crowed, teasing him with a wide grin before leaning over to tickle him.

"No! Definitely no dares! You'd do it for sure then!" he said, tackling her again. Summer squealed, then went on the attack. Laughing and crying out, they began rolling around in a fierce wrestling match, until John eventually let her win.

There on the cool grass, they lay together; looking up at the buildings and the clear night sky, they listened to the relaxing sounds of carefree people strolling all around them.

"I really love this place," John said.

"I do too, and I really love you," she purred, kissing his hand.

Content to enjoy the stars while listening to the music and laughter of Jackson Square, they shared a few moments of quiet tranquility.

"An angel of light..." John finally whispered, with a distant smile.

Leaning up onto her elbow to face him, Summer's breath caught when she saw tears welling in his eyes.

"I love you so much," she whispered back, resting her head on his chest. When he put his arm around her shoulders to hold her close, she said, "I can hear your heartbeat."

"You make my heart beat. Summer, this has been the best day of my life."

"Oh, John," she said softly, wetting his shirt with her own happy tears.

After quietly kissing and snuggling together for a few more minutes, John said, "Angel, unless we want to get you arrested, I suggest we get moving."

"Huh? Why would...oh!" she responded, when John slid his hand up her thigh...over her bare ass...onto her exposed naked hip. "Oops! I guess it rode up a little there, didn't it?" she giggled, tugging her sweatshirt down.

Once they left the grassy area of the park, John made a reluctant Summer slip her shoes back on. Together they walked the quiet side streets of the French Quarter, and it didn't take long before they found the Haagen-Dazs he'd mentioned.

"If I get it all over my face, you have to lick it up!" she laughed when John changed her order from a neat little bowl to a messy triple-scoop cone. While the girl behind the counter prepared their order, John grabbed one of the miniature spoons used for giving samples. Secretly slipping the tiny spoon beneath Summer's sweatshirt, he tickled her bottom with it.

Giggling, Summer did a quick check of the store and the immediate surroundings. Seeing that the coast was clear, she leaned against the glass display counter and tugged her sweatshirt up over her hips, baring herself below the waist. While attempting to engage the girl behind the counter in idle conversation, she teasingly pooched out her naked bottom at John, who kept running the plastic spoon back and forth through her smooth slit.

Although she tried to keep her giggling to a discreet minimum, Summer knew she was failing miserably, which made her giggle even more.

As John was paying for their order, Summer pulled her sweatshirt down, only to have the smiling counter girl motion for her to take a look back over her shoulder. With a knowing smirk the young girl said, "Check it out...."

Turning to see her full-body reflection in the store's window, Summer blushed a thousand shades of scarlet.

"Don't be too embarrassed. You have a really pretty butt," the girl grinned shyly.

"Oh, my god..." giggled Summer.

She and John were both laughing as she physically dragged him out of there; once they were outside, she took off and ran down the street, all the way back to the park.

When John caught up to her, they laughed like teenagers who'd gotten busted trying to sneak into the movies. Holding hands again, they made their way down to the River Walk.

"Messy, messy!" Summer said again, smiling like a goon. They were strolling along the lighted path overlooking the river, and fully half her face was covered in chocolate ice cream. It was all over her lips, it was dripping off her chin, and there was even a little dollop of rainbow sprinkles on her nose.

Offering him a lick, she brought her cone to his face.

Hesitating, he pulled back.

"Now you be good," he said, smiling accusingly.

Feigning a look of righteous indignation, she giggled, "Moi? Oh, okay, I'll be good."

Again offering him a taste, she leaned in to join him in licking her cone. First their tongues met, then their lips, until they were making a sticky, sloppy mess of each other with their passionate kissing.

When they eventually pulled back from their kiss, Summer beamed at the sight of his messy face. "I love you like that, looking all silly and adorable. Now if only I could just cum ice cream, you'd always look that way!"

They licked each other's face before using a couple of napkins to get the rest, leaving a sticky residue that had them both laughing.

After walking together a little further, he pulled her down onto his lap on a bench overlooking the river. Surrounding her with his arms as they watched the boats go by, he affectionately stroked her thighs all the way up to the bottom of her sweater, and Summer hummed a happy tune.

"I really love my Mardi Gras top, baby. Thank you for getting it for me," she said, leaning back to kiss him on the cheek.

"I knew I'd love you in it," he smiled, caressing her legs with his fingertips.

"Mmmm, as big and hard as you feel right now, I was kind of hoping that pretty soon here youwould love me in it. In fact, how about you love me in it right here on this bench?" she grinned, nipping at his ear.

"Sounds like a good idea, I must say," he answered, playfully biting her nose.

Turning to face him, she straddled his lap and slid his hands onto her bare bottom, making her sweater lift just enough to expose her gorgeous thighs and ass. After pulling out his granite shaft, she raised her hips until her slit was poised above the tip. As he positioned himself at her moist entrance, she leaned in to kiss him, hooking her arms around his head. When their tongues met, she lowered her hips, sheathing him in her drenched pussy. Letting loose a breathy moan, she sucked his tongue while clenching her silky walls on the hard flesh driving deep inside her; riding up and down his long, thick cock, hotly fucking him along the banks of the Mississippi, her face glowed with sheer ecstasy beneath a brilliant Cajun moon.

John was thoroughly overwhelmed by her impossible beauty, and finally he whispered, "An angel of light, here in my arms. Summer, who are you?What are you?"