It was the week before Mardi Gras so things were cranking up in the Quarter and we told some friends we would meet them at Galatoire's for dinner. We were dressed up and walking on Bourbon towards Canal St., flashers everywhere, people on the balconies asking women to show their tits, the usual. We're natives, my wife has never flashed at MG, that's for amateurs, but even though it was February it was pretty warm and my wife had on a jumper dress and a silk blouse underneath.
We walked a few blocks and my wife started complaining how hot she was, the humidity was high too. I said 'why don't you take that silk blouse off and put it in your purse, that jumper will keep you decent'.
She said she couldn't, her bra wasn't meant for that and too much of it would show.
"Take that off too, your cute B cups don't need it"
She looked around for a shop or a place to change, then just said "to hell with it".
Standing on the sidewalk on Bourbon St. she unzipped the front of the jumper, took off her blouse and bra, stuffed them in her large purse, zipped up the jumper.
She said "with all the tit flashing going on around us, I figured no one would care or notice".
Well someone noticed, I got about 5 lbs of beads while she was topess for a minute.
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