Man Of The Month – Wade from New Orleans

















Meet Wade!

Vital Stats
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 6′ 1″
Weight: 195
DOB: 8-29-1980
Place of Birth: New Orleans, Louisiana

General Background:
Born, raised and still live in New Orleans, I grew up our city’s famous hospitality industry.  My parents own a popular restaurant in the French Quarter and since I was a little kid, helped out in the kitchen, eventually learning how to cook regional cuisine and eventually went back to school to become a “mixologist” (a fancy term for bartender. ha ha).  About 5 years ago, the bar next door to our restaurant came on the market for sale (a LOT of things came on the market after hurricane Katrina), so I put together the money needed, bought it, and have been happily serving sweet cocktails to tourists, making sure the band plays full sets, and breaking up brawls of rowdy college kids on spring break ever since.

Probably the most important feature I look for in the women I date is resourcefulness and perseverance. New Orleans has always been a rough-and-tumble town to live in and is even more-so since the hurricane, so my ideal gal loves to take on challenges and have a keen sense of competition.  Oh, and long legs, tight buns and short shorts are a nice bonus!

My nickname around town is “the fixer” which sort of says it all.  I love to fix things!  Doesn’t much matter what it is – if it’s broken, I can probably take it apart, tinker with it and make it work again.  This has lead to me also becoming a combination of a pack rat and interior decorator for my tavern.  Over the past 5 years, I’ve restored everything from an old tuba I found washed up on the beach, to a 1950’s vintage jukebox that was stuck in the basement of a building that was about to be torn down.  So, needless to say, the decore of my bar looks like a combination of a yard sale and an upscale big city boutique restaurant!

Favorite Experience:
About two years ago, a pretty gal that I have been friends with since high school called me up and told me she had gotten a new job as a tour guide and wanted to start bringing in groups of tourists as part of their “New Orleans Experience”. (It was tacitly understood that she would also expect a 10% kickback on the groups’ bar bills.  Remember what I said about liking “resourceful” women? – Welcome to “The Big Easy”.) I told Sally that I’d be more than happy to bring in some good local musicians for her first group that was coming into town the next weekend.

The following Saturday night, right on schedule at 10pm, In came Sally with a group of 25 Japanese businessmen!  They were already pretty “well-lubricated” and jumped right into the fray.  As a strange clash of cultures, the band I had hired in for the night was The Preservation Hall Jazz Band, a very famous group around here comprised of mostly elderly black men playing horribly beat up World War I era trumpets, trombones, tubas and drums. The Japanese guys LOVED it and within a short period of time the entire thing degenerated into a bizarre combination of traditional New Orleans Dixieland Jazz and drunken Japanese guys in business suits try to sing along and transform “When The Saints Come Marchin’ In” into a sing-along Karaoke event!

Resigned to the probability that this was going to go on ’till closing, I went back into the store room to get some supplies.  As I was reaching up to a top shelf to grab something, much to my surprise, a set of 10 perfectly manicured fingernails slowly teased their way down my rib cage under my shirt!  I turned around to see Sally looking up at me with a very mischievous look on her face and a glint of perversion in her eyes.  She gave me the gesture of “don’t say a word so no will catch us” then pulled me towards her and laid on me the most sensuous wet kiss I think I can ever remember.  Well, it didn’t take me long to figure out what this was an open invitation to, and in no time at all her short shorts were off, her fabulous breasts were out from under her shirt and she was pulling my pants down right there in the storage room, with just a thin wall separating us from behind the band on stage.  The fun thing about the layout of the room, is that there is a little service window opening between the storage room and the main bar, so as i picked her up facing me and entered her very wet pussy, we both had a very clear view of the entire rowdy crowd out there.  This element of “danger” probably lead to the sheer intensity of our sex and it didn’t take long for us to both explode with massive orgasms as she rode my throbbing cock with her legs wrapped around my ass.

As we clung to each other, panting for breath, with me still inside of her, we watched in amusement as one of the Japanese guys tried to teach the Dixieland band how to play the Karaoke song favorite, “Feelings” so they could sing along to something they sort of knew the words to. 

Sally brought in many more tour groups over the next few years and I made a tradition of “Sneakin’ Sally Through The Alley” each time she paid a visit.  The funniest group was the “Southern Baptist Association Of Deacons For Morality In America” she brought in to the bar, but that’s another story for another day…..

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