Rave Girl

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It’s always an adventure when my business trip meetings get canceled after I’ve already traveled. I find ways to fill the time until my return flight, and my distractions have become increasingly enjoyable lately. My most recent trip involved a rave, which I had never been to before, and a dance with an incredibly sexy girl named Rose.A coworker who had visited this city knew about a spot where they occasionally threw massive raves. He told me that one was happening the night I was in town. Having learned to love trying new things, I decided to check it out.I had no idea what I was supposed to wear to something like this, so I asked my coworker. He said whatever’s most comfortable. He also advised me not to wear underwear. I thought that was strange, but I took his advice. I wore a pair of thin black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Some comfy shoes and I was ready for adventure.I made my way to the part of the city he had indicated. As I approached a large, brick industrial building the ground started to shake in time with a deep bass sound. I saw a colorfully dressed couple walk around the corner to the side of the building, so I followed. They walked down an outdoor flight of stairs to a basement door and entered, with me following close behind.The door led to a small, darkly-colored, and dimly-lit reception room. The bouncer ID’d me, then I paid the admission fee to the girl next to him. They waved me in.I pushed past the thick curtains partitioning the reception area from the main room. bonus veren siteler As I entered the sights, sounds, and smells overwhelmed my senses. It was hot, humid, and dark except for the few colorful strobe lights that swept the large, tightly packed crowd.The thumping of the bass shook me to my bones as I waded into the sea of writhing bodies. I had never seen a more colorful assortment of outfits in one place. Leather, spandex, fishnets, booty shorts, and thongs left little to the imagination, and some weren’t even wearing that. I felt overdressed.I spent some time lost, being jostled around, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do. Then, deep in the depths of the crowd, I found her.I felt her before I saw her. In trying to navigate the crowd I stepped where I wasn’t looking and accidentally ran my pelvis into someone’s ass. Someone’s juicy, plump ass.I looked down to see pink fishnets clinging tightly to a jiggly white ass and thick, lightly tanned thighs. Underneath was nothing but a pink thong, most of which I couldn’t see because it was being gobbled by those thick, round buttcheeks. She wore black platform boots that laced partway up her calves. For a shirt, she wore only a white sleeveless crop top, the fabric of which was so thin I could see straight through to her skin. Light brown hair with streaks of purple cascaded down her back.The girl, whose name I later learned was Rose, glanced over her shoulder at me. Her brown eyes shone from under her bedava bahis long eyelashes and her smile conveyed both excitement and contentment. I guessed, correctly, that she was in the throes of MDMA-induced bliss, like so many others in this place. Hell, I would have been too if my company didn’t piss test regularly.I mouthed “I’m sorry” as her gaze lingered. She smiled sweetly and waved it off. Then she faced forward again. I thought she was going to walk away, but instead, she resumed her dancing and backed up against me instead.The second her ass met my crotch my libido went into overdrive. I surprised myself at how hard I got so quickly. As I did, she wiggled her hips to position my cock right down the center of her buttcrack. Then I understood why one doesn’t wear underwear to a rave.I let her lead, following the sway of her hips with my own. She ground against me in time with the music. I enjoyed her attention, while she was apparently flattered by the speed at which I achieved full mast and the strength of my erection. I could tell because the harder I got, the more vigorous she became in bouncing her ass against my groin.I placed my hands on her hips, which she promptly grabbed with her own. Her hands guided mine to her bare sides and I let my fingertips graze her soft skin. This journey continued to her stomach and then, unexpectedly, up the front of her torso until my hands were cupping her braless, perky tits.Her nipples were hard, pointing out proudly from the deneme bonus pillowy flesh surrounding them. Taking her hint, I gently massaged her breasts and teased her nipples with my fingers. Gently at first, my affectionate groping grew in intensity as our bodies pressed harder together.Leaving one of my hands to fondle her tits, she guided the other down her torso and pressed my fingertips into the front of her thin pink thong. She rubbed my fingers in circles against the damp fabric, her head falling back with mouth open and eyes shut as she did. Just as with her breasts, the pressure increased gradually until I thought my fingers might snap back.Then she was ready for more. She let go of my hands and pulled the waistband of her fishnets and underwear down to rest in the crease between her buttcheeks and thighs. Following her lead, I pulled the front of my pants down just far enough for my erection to pop out into the open air.Placing her hands on her asscheeks, she leaned forward and spread them apart, inviting me to nestle my cock between them. This I did, and when she let go of her juicy butt it wrapped my dick in a warm, sweaty embrace.I loved it, and so did she. The twerking of her ass across my crotch became more enthusiastic. She pushed back against me, running her asshole up and down against the underside of my erection. Her crack was slick with her sweat, so my cock sliding against her cheeks and sphincter was frictionless.She massaged her asshole against my shaft as she resumed her gyrating. My hands returned to her tits, but she took one and brought it back down to her pussy. How much of her wetness was from sweat and how much from arousal I couldn’t tell, but either way my fingers were soaked the instant she ran them between her labia.

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