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 ...