I thought I would tell about some later "firsts". This happened almost five years ago, when I discovered just how much of an exhibitionist I really was....more than just letting others see my body....*LOL*

Michael was a very nice man, though not particularly handsome, or even goodlooking. His face had funny angles to it, his brown hair was thinning, he wore glasses, and was slightly overweight, making him stand out compared to some of the pretty boys I often met and bedded on weekends.
He was a regular visitor to New Orleans, usually on business. Single, he had been invited to party by a friend, where he had been standing alone, quietly sipping his drink, when we met. I had gone to the bathroom, and a little tipsy, had slipped and nearly fell while leaving. He had caught me, steading me, politlely making sure I was ok before releasing my hand. I remember how large and strong his hand felt holding mine. We had began to talk, as new friends do, about anyhing and everything.
We had gone for coffee after the party, sitting at Cafe' de Monde' at 3AM, eating beignets, flirting, getting powdered sugar everywhere. The tops of my small breasts, very exposed in the low-cut blouse I wore, became lightly dusted with sugar.
Later he told me that my breasts tasted very sweet, and that powdered sugar was a wonderful lovemaking condiment. I returned the compliment, covering the head of his cock with powdered sugar, and slowly licking it off to the sounds of his moans.
I spent the night in his hotel room, making slow, quiet love until dawn.
Tonight was our third date, and we had been sleeping together each visit. (though neither of us really slept all that much). We had traded HIV tests, and discussed our sexual histories at length, and used condoms anyway for intercourse.
I had found him intellegent, thoughtful, polite, and a playful and considerate lover. I enjoyed being with him, and had thoroughly enjoyed each night we had spent together.
That night we ate an early dinner, with considerable flirting and sexually charged innuendo in our conversation. He had stared obviously at my breasts, the tops of which where partially exposed by the unfastened first three buttons of my blouse. Licking his lips, he had asked the waiter if they had powdered sugar to go,
Afterwards, he announced wanted to play tourist, and take me on a nice romantic carriage ride through the Quarter.
I sat close, nestled against him in the covered carriage, while the driver went through his usual patter, telling details about about each of the local landmarks we passed.
We began to kiss, and before long he pressed his hand to my breast, massaging me lightly through the thin silk of my blouse, making my nipples so very tight. I reached up and undid the last three buttons, inviting him to reach inside and touch my bare breast.
I sighed and kissed him harder, my tongue playing tag with his, as I felt him slip his hand inside my blouse to caress me, lightly palming my hard nipple. As he played with my nipple, I became aware of his other hand, on my thigh, under my skirt, lightly tickling the skin just above the top of my hose.
I moaned against his mouth as he moved his fingers higher, feeling his surprise as he touched my wetness. During dinner I had excused myself to the ladies room, putting my panties away neatly in my purse.
I gasped as he pushed a finger into my pussy, raising my hips slightly to meet his probing hand, my own hand busily stroking his cock through his slacks. He groaned with pleasure, pulling my blouse free from my waistband, baring my breasts to the night air. He quickly bent down and took my aching nipple into his warm, wet mouth and sucked hard on it... I gasped in pleasure as he pulled my stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, then scraping it lightly with his teeth, then flattening his tongue for slow broad strokes over it.
I felt the front of his pants, tented by his raging erection. No belt, I had only to unbutton them, then pull the tab on his zipper to open them. I reached in to caress his cock through the his undershorts. Pulling them aside, his pretty cock was soon in my hand, the shaft warm, the skin so soft, his cock so hard...
I stroked him slowly as he put another finger into my pussy. Letting go of my nipple, he kissed his way up my neck and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I leaned forward, and let my blouse fall back around my waist, totally exposing myself to all who might look.
I had been exposed in public before. I was topless during carnival countless times while flashing my boobs to the crowds of screaming college students, hundreds of camera flashes going wild. Dozens of men licked their lips and aimed their video cameras at me as I raised or lowered my top, and had even flashed my behind a few times, shaking it to the roaring crowds, and evan had let men touch me while kissing me, mauling my breasts as their friends cheered, but I always wore a feathered domino mask, so few knew who I really was, and besides, there had been hundreds of other women doing the same thing all around me.
I had been completley naked at the beach, and at a few intimate pool parties, but this was different. So many possible eyes, and I was the only one, wearing no mask.
It excited me.
Topless, I kneeled on the seat and licked the tip of his cock, pressing myself back against his busy fingers as they probed my depths, now and then he would flick and rub my clit, making me tremble and moan. I was soon past the point of caring who on the street might see us. Steadying myself with one hand I stroked his shaft with the other, licking all around the tip of his cock, trying to force my tongue into the lillte slit there, tasting him, then taking him fully into my mouth. I sucked hard and long at him as he played with my body, his fingers buried within me, moving in and out, making me tremble, his other hand pulling at my nipples. I moved my tongue around, stroking his cock with it, varying the sensations he felt from my mouth. My head began to move up and down, bobbing in his lap, his cock in and out of mouth, sucking hard at him each time he touched the back of my throat.

"Hey, don't be doin' that heah"! The driver.
He had turned to talk to us and got an unexpected eyefull.
Topless, Michael's hand burried in my pussy, sucking his hard cock, as my head bobbed faster and faster, I was loving every second of this, my passion building rapidly.
The it happened.
Maybe it was the driver's voice as he spotted us, maybe knowing that he was watching us, maybe the voices from the crowd on the street, unaware of what was happening here... something triggered the tidal wave deep inside me.
I shuddered, and a hot violent wave swept through me, and I was cumming.
The walls of my pussy squeezed Michael's at hand as I sucked hard at his cock. I sucked at him like a woman possessed as I orgasmed, my head bobbing at his crotch madly, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through me. I was making loud sucking and slurping noises, pulling and stroking him, swallowing him deeply at each downstoke, making love to this wonderful cock in my mouth as I came, and I was soon rewarded by his salty, bitter tasting flood in my mouth.
I swallowed, and swallowed, but it was endless, some of his cum escaped, runing down over my fingers. I gulped, drinking him, my own orgasm clouding my coordination, his cum sometimes spurting onto my face and neck, (doesn't it always?) as I tried to focus, and at last he stopped, his cock no longer pulsing in my mouth. At the last, just for show, I let some splash on my boobs. Finally, my own convulsing slowed and stopped, and I knelt there, cleaning his cock with my mouth.

Micheal's hand left my pussy with a loud wet sound, accompanied by a small moan from me. I continued to suck and lick for a minute, wiping my face with my fingers, licking them clean, until he raised my head in his hands, kissing me softly on my forehead. "Thank you" he whispered softly.
I smiled and made a show of licking my lips, rubbing my hands over my breasts to thin out the small amount of his cum that had splashed there, then sat up straight in the carriage, still topless, and looked around.
The carriage driver was staring fixedly ahead, still describing the landmarks we passed, but studiously NOT turning around to talk directly to us. One group of teen-aged males spotted me, and began to point, laughing, but we soon left them behind. I smoothed my skirt while looking around for my blouse. Finding it on the floorboards by my feet, I put it on, simply tying the bottom, not bothering with the buttons. Michael quickly fastened himself, and I snuggled into him for the rest of the ride.
When we arrived on Decatur, our starting point, the driver helped me down with a smile, never saying a word about what he witnessed, He did give my chest a long look, and seemed to enjoy the view down my top. Micheal gave him a large tip, and we were on our way, giggling like teens at our adventure.
I used to get get a big smile and a wave from that driver each time we passed one another in the Vieux Carre, but I haven't seen him in some time...

Each time I wonder how many people saw us, I feel a little stirring deep down inside. I am still amazed we weren't seen by a police officer and arrested.