1. Riviera Rave Sex Vacation (Part 1)


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Lisaberich, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    Some friends mentioned that my recent vacation exploits would translate well into erotica and suggested I post it. It's long, so I'll post it in a few sections. Quick background on me: (well, I guess you can see my profile for the basics), 28, never married, no kids, raised in a nudist household. I'm bi and have been seeing a guy for about a year (which is a very long time for me). His name is Tom, he'll be 50 this year, separated, but still living with his wife while they raise their boys. I've been an avid swinger for years, he and his wife were, too, way back when. He and I have ventured out together a few times as well as assorted threesomes/foursomes, so we are both extremely open-minded. Okay, that's all the housekeeping... Tom is a financier here in Chicago and does very well, but obviously its his clients who are the ga-jillionaires. Last summer, one of his friends (an uber-wealthy older gent) was on vacation, but had to come back to the States for business, which left his yacht unattended in the Mediterranean. He offered it to Tom, who promptly invited me on a trip to the south of France including several nights on the yacht and the rest in a villa in the hills above Cannes. Twenty-four hours later, a polite and uniformed deck hand helped me aboard this gorgeous yacht that was all ours. We landed at about 9am, so we had the whole day and I peeled off the strapless maxi dress I had traveled in - my only piece of clothing save my stylish yet practical Tom's ...
    wedges - and sprawled my naked self in the sun of the forward deck and napped the day away to beat the jet lag. I could spend all day telling you how lovely it is to wander around "your own" boat in your birthday suit with a few smartly dressed men bringing you cocktails, towels and anything you need, but that's not what this story is about. It was great being nude on the boat - but the beaches were beautiful, too. Luxurious and filled with half naked - and sometimes completely naked - tourists and families; skinny little eastern European teenagers with their big, hairy Russian sugar daddies; ripped, tan young men in Speedos checking out girls; and, dainty Asian women under umbrellas. One day, Tom and I were lounging in our chairs, he having gone native in a tight pair of Daniel Craig style swimshorts and me in just the bottom half of my Wicked Weasel bikini (457 Mirage if you are a fan) - thankfully I had gotten my summer Brazilian done by chance a few days before. We had waved off several African vendors selling massage oils and sunglasses, but this time we were approached by an adorable young girl who was selling some seashell jewelry and handing out flyers for a rave club. I don't even want to know how old she was, probably not much above sixteen, but Europe is so much more open minded - she was walking around in a deeply cut tank top with nothing underneath but her youthful, pointy b-cups and the most amazing, ripped jean shorts ever. Her skin was sun-kissed and her ...
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