Date: 11/5/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: mitchawa, Source: LushStories
Rosemary was anxious. She didn’t know why. Her husband Ray, a professor at Tulane University, was playing tennis. Their four children were spending the weekend with their grandparents. Rose had planned to go to the Jazz Palace. They had an excellent Jazz band, the establishment was clean as a hospital operating room, and Khristian one of the servers was a good friend. Khristian had reserved a two chaired table in the front of the stage about halfway back. Rose lived in a suburb, St Claude, and took public transportation downtown. She didn’t like driving in the stop and go traffic, and she was adverse to paying the exorbitant prices to park. She did enjoy the bus ride because she could read a novel or look at the passing landscape that had changed so much since hurricane Katrina. The bus stopped at the corner of Bourbon and St. Ann’s Street, which was only a half block from the club. Rose was simply but elegantly dressed in three-inch heels, a light being mid calf skirt, and a light weight blouse to remain as cool as possible in the heat and humidity of the city. The blouse was conservative with a high scooped neckline that did nothing to hide her voluptuousness. Her shoulder length brown hair framed a beautiful oval-shaped face with brown eyes and full lips. With her slender figure few would suspect she was a thirty-five year only mother of four. Her only accessories were a pair of dark green earrings and a circular pendant that matched her earrings . She got to the Jazz ... Palace early. She was greeted by a smiling Khristian, who led her to the reserved table, and took her drink order. When she returned with a glass of Moscato, she sat in the empty chair and began to chat. In fifteen minutes, she talked about work, her family, and a great deal of trivia. Rose listened attentively. The two women chit-chatted a few more minutes because the band was on a break and there weren’t many customers. It was still early for a Friday night. After a few more minutes Khriastian leaned forward and whispered, “We have a new drummer, handsome as hell, but a player . I’m sure he’ll hit on you before the evening is over.” “I don’t think anyone is going to be attracted a thirty-five-year-old mother of four.” “Rosemary, you’re exactly what the guys are looking for, a MILF. Do you know what that means ?” “No, I don’t, but what is a MILF?” “Mother I’d like to fuck.” “What , you’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I’m not. You don’t look your age, and you're beautiful and built for pleasure.” “You mean I have large breasts.” “That’s only part of it. Your face, your hair, and shape make you a perfect target for these guys . You’ll see. I’ll be back,” she said leaving. The Jazz band came on to the stage, one following the other. The fifth and last one was a tall black and handsome. He was empty handed which meant he was the drummer. After the introductions were made, they played 'Fly with the Wind'. They were good but the beat and flare of the music was the drummer. He handled ...