A couple of hours later we were all on a flight to New Orleans. I was anxious and excited! I've been many places with Caroline and Jasmine but never as their other partner. I was always along to observe, but this trip I would be a part of the action and I couldn't wait to get started!

 

Caroline let go of the book she read with her left hand and reached across Jasmine to rest her hand on my bouncing knee. I looked over at her and without looking away from the pages of the book. She silently shsh'd me. My knee stopped bouncing and my heart stopped pounding so hard. Her effect on me with one trivial gesture both alarmed and astounded me. I remained still for the rest of the flight as I reflected on her power over me.

 

Our hotel was new, as were a lot of things in the city since Katrina, but it was expertly fashioned in old New Orleans style. The room was regally furnished with deep purples and gold and there was a bottle of champagne that sat nestled in an ice bucket next to the already bubbling Jacuzzi tub!

 

"Oh my gosh, Jasmine!" I was giddy, "there is a jar of rose petals by the tub and... strawberries... and three glasses!"

 

"I didn't want my girls to have to wait for their delights." Caroline said, as though all of it were commonplace. And maybe it was to some people, although judging from Jasmine's sparkling eyes and speechless open mouth, I didn't think it was for them. I was more than a bit shocked at my own response to the romantic feel of it all, but everything that had happened in my life since Caroline and Jasmine had invited me into their bed astounded me on some level.

 

Caroline stepped up and placed her hands on each of our lower backs, "Are you two going to stare until the water is cold and the champagne is hot, or can I get someone to take this damned scarf off me?"

 

We both giggled and turned into her arms and together we undressed our Mistress/Ma'am. When she stood naked she turned to Jasmine and kissed her deeply while I ran my hands over her warm skin.

 

"Don't go anywhere my precious Jasmine," she said before turning to me and reaching for the buttons on my blouse. She took her time undressing me and kissing me on each newly exposed bit of flesh, and when I was completely nude and completely aroused I was gently nudged in the direction of the tub. The water was hot as I dipped my toes in but the chilly air in the room made a delightful balance.

 

When I settled in I set myself to the task of uncorking the bottle of bubbly while Caroline undressed her beautiful slave girl. Again, she took her time. This was about seduction and delight. She kissed her deep and hungry as she slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. When she'd maneuvered her arms free she reached behind her and slid the zipper down her back as she licked and nibbled on her neck. When the dress hit the floor there was nothing left for her to do except slip the strapping heels off her feet. Caroline took her hand and led her to the tub, helping her to step in and then easing in with her. I'd made a point to pour champagne while she undressed her, giving them their tender moment without an obvious audience.

 

We toasted and soaked, we touched and kissed and stroked and when the heat became too much we dried each other and headed for the bed. My cunt throbbed with need and I could tell by the way that Jasmine breathed through her open mouth that she hungered to be used as well.