1. Riviera Rave Sex Vacation (Part 3)


    Date: 2/24/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Lisaberich, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    A few days later, we had to give the yacht back, but we still had some time left in the small villa up in the hills. It wasn't huge, but it had a nice patio overlooking the Riviera with enough privacy to continue wearing absolutely nothing 24/7. We kept up with our young friends as well, and they invited us to the rave club where Patrick and his partner, Dimitri, were DJing. We had been pretty casual the whole trip, but I looked forward to the chance get a little dressed up. Tom looked super sexy and under-the-radar in black, drawstring linen pants, an open black linen shirt and espadrilles. I wore a black, backless, halter minidress and 5" studded black pumps. Neither of us wore anything underneath. We didn't even leave the house until 10:30pm and met up with Karine at the warehouse/club on the outskirts of town at 11. The week we were around Karine she always wore the same revealing tank top and jean shorts, though her feet ran the gamut from beautifully bare to flip flops to tonight's incredible 6" heel, black, roman sandals that laced all the way up to her knees. The place was maybe half full as we entered, but it seemed we got there just ahead of the rush because it filled in quickly. We used the few quiet moments to partake of the free flowing alcohol and claim a good spot near Patrick and Dimitri's DJ booth. The vibe was very inclusive, despite our lack of tatts and piercings - though earlier in the trip, I had reinstalled my tongue stud for fun. Karine discovered ...
    that soon enough when she reached up and kissed each of us deeply on the mouth. I felt her tongue pass a pill into mine. In her thick accent she said, "Do not to worry, I take care of you," and smiled. "If you will also take care of me." I swallowed, nodded my agreement and kissed her again. Karine's man, Patrick, was shirtless in jeans that hugged all the right places, but were so low they looked as if they could slide off his hips any moment. Even as he bounced slightly to his own beats, I could see the outline of his cock very clearly through them. I'm sure I wasn't the only one, he practically drew a map to it - a fine trail of hair leading from below his belly button disappeared into his waistband just as it was starting to widen out. The night took off fast and the scene was awesome. We all danced together, inevitably with the many others pressed up against us on the crowded floor. The feel of other people's rhythms bumping into me and warm skin pressed together was a sensual delight. It was dark, there was a thick haze, and the music was dizzingly loud. Sometimes I'd be dancing tight to Tom, my hands on his chest and his low on my hips. I'd close my eyes and put my hands up the air only to bring them down and open my eyes and find someone new. My hands moved to his chest and his hands to my hips (or hers as happened frequently, too). This happened a lot. The spirit of the place moved you through the crowd without knowing - like a current in a river. What happened in those ...
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