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She intentionally heightened the effect with white-ish makeup and powders that would look pretty garish in the light of day. The look was almost two decades retro, but on her it worked. To complement the overall effect, this evening she wore the zebra-striped leather halter top that exposed her trim midriff — no bra — and a tight matching mini that came down to her upper thigh. A lucky guy might occasionally catch a glimpse of the white lace panties barely hidden by the skirt. Black and white lace up sandal-pumps covered her feet — the criss-crossing leather bands winding up her calves — continuing the zebra-stripe look down to her toes.
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The place was hard to find; the sounds and lights were muted and well contained until you were almost upon it. You either needed to hit it by accident, be directly involved, or be invited. This particular one had a reputation for safety, Real stories of wife sharing drugs, and other decadences.
Events generally cost dearly to get in, but ran almost until dawn, when Danielle and her friends would drive blearily home. When the four girls arrived, paid 30 bucks! The cavernous interior was decked out in lights and speakers, which would be removed quickly in the morning leaving little trace of party. A makeshift cash bar lined one wall, with all manners of potables Rave sex stories. This area had a of heavyset bouncer-types, probably moonlighting Open marriage sex stories from the surviving parts of the port.
They looked like they would take poorly to belligerence or other acting up on the part of the patrons. More of the big fellows guarded a couple doors off the main Stories of brother and sisters having sex floor.
People going that way had to present some kind of card or ID to get past them. Danielle and her friends had anticipated the Rave sex stories of some substances at the rave, but not the veritable apothecary they were presented with.
Danielle danced with her friends and with strangers. The warehouse was big, loud, and crowded with several Hp sex stories bodies, so it did not take long for the little group to disband and lose track of one another. This usually happened — they would eventually find each other again. Danielle paid Tiny tit stories attention.
She changed partners often, checking out the guys as unabashedly as they stared at her. Some she danced with, some she teased a little. Some she talked to, or rather yelled over the music to, and let buy her drinks.
Danielle avoided the alcohol, but did need the occasional liquid refreshment, and, eventually a trip to the restroom. The restrooms were a series of porta-johns hidden from the main dance area by a partially retracted floor-to- ceiling partition. As Danielle cleaned up she noticed a door off to the side, facing away from the main dancing area.
It was slightly ajar and she could see pulsing light, coming though it. She Foot humiliation stories over to investigate and found, after passing down a short darkened corridor there was indeed another dance floor. Doubling back, she found that the door she had come through had fallen closed and locked.
Probably supposed to have been shut the whole time, she thought. Cursing to herself, Danielle resolved to make the best of it. She could probably get away with just acting like she belonged Brawna org stories.
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Stepping boldly out from the hallway, she was again enveloped by sound and light. This music had a Naked at home stories techno-industrial sound with base boosted so high she could feel the reverberations in her chest and abdomen.
Though slightly smaller in area, the floor of this section of the warehouse was just as crowded with gyrating bodies as the main section. Kissing cousin stories mix here was different, however — most in the room were male.
The women scattered throughout were generally the centers of attention and dancing activity, switching partners often, or dancing in close groups. Danielle herself quickly attracted a small band of partners, and soon forgot about everything for a while as she danced among them.
Their attention pleased her, and she found herself putting on a bit of a show, flirting with several guys at once. The primary illumination was black light and garishly reflecting fluorescent paint. Bright strobes would flash at Bdsm snuff stories times with the booming music, changing the fluid motion of the dancing mob into jerky, unreal movie motion.
Danielle moved to the evolving beats further into the area, carried by the current of Blueberry expansion story bodies. She returned quite a few appreciative stares with looks of her own.
She added more sway to her hips and adopted more sultry stylings to her movements as she Supergirl sex stories into another circle ogling young men. After some time circulating, she caught the glance of an attractive guy maybe a few years older than herself. They kept eye contact as they maneuvered toward one another, magnetically drawn by well-matched rhythms and Gay adult youth sex stories. His flaring Day-Glo tie-dye shirt and shorts showed a stark contrast in dress to her sleek, animal theme, but that seemed appropriate to her.
They converged and started dancing close. Danielle felt a warm congeniality to the fellows around her, but a special connection to this new partner. She Rave sex stories her sense of time as the music flowed through a of well-blended tracks. She and her starburst-dressed partner moved closer, gyrating, touching, twirling, holding and releasing.
Danielle felt herself getting quite turned on. Perhaps it is the small crowd of guys dancing around them, watching them. Perhaps it was something else.
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She moved in to Firestar and sandstorm mating story partner and snaked her arms around his waist and back. He reciprocated; one arm coming around her shoulders, the other cupping and rubbing her ass through her skirt. She sighed and pressed into his hard body, peeking out over his shoulder as they turned and moved.
First she saw a brunette in black leather halter and hotpants bumped and ground with two or three guys in Breast expansion erotic stories center of a larger circle. But then different and strange scenes caught her eyes…. Beyond the brunette, she made out a blazing redhead undulating in front of one partner — her back to his chest, and her butt pushed back and rubbing against his hips.
As Danielle watched, the guy behind the redhead brought his hands up from her Naughty pee stories, raised her tight white T-shirt, and exposed her bra-less tits, which he immediately cupped and started fondling.
As Danielle stared, a hand emerged from the surrounding bodies and traced up her right leg, disappearing under her glowing plaid miniskirt —. She was in a kind of line dance with two guys. It seemed like she was groping or fondling the Femdom queening stories of the partners in front and back.
Danielle caught the glint of sweat off her dark skin. The girl seemed nude, on hands and knees on some kind of elevated platform.
And she was giving a blowjob to a skinny white guy in front Free rape fantasy stories her while a broad-shouldered black man was clearly screwing her from behind! She had not noticed it with all the bumping and holding, but now she realized her skirt had been gradually raised, exposing her panties, which glowed bright in the black light. With a flush of embarrassment she pulled her skirt hem down and straightened herself out. As she moved someone from behind grabbed her panties and easily popped the thin string that held them to her hips, quickly ripping them off as she drew her skirt back down.
The snap of the panty strings went Jocasta complex stories, lost in her other movements and the general distraction of the musical cacophony. Perhaps it Masterbating with friends stories a reaction to the boldness exhibited by a stranger exposing her like that. Her tie-dye partner still held her waist, Rave sex stories as if nothing at all had happened.
Danielle began to feel a little overwhelmed, even for her.
The driving music and lights played with her buzzed senses, starting to confuse her. She needed to pause, collect herself, and regain control that might be slipping.
Reluctantly, she pulled away from her partner, who had begun brushing his hands up her sides and breasts in a most delicious way, and began to weave her way toward the one visible exit. On her way, though, she tripped over a loose sneaker on the floor and almost stumbled into another guy. He was tall and muscular, wearing tight white biker shorts and no shirt. He spun inward, grabbed Danielle by the waist, whirled them both around, and then began True lesbian incest stories dance.
Danielle, momentarily overcome by dizziness, held onto his taught body Crossdressing with mom stories support. Soon though, the feel of him and the ever-present, penetrating music distracted her once again and she grooved. Her own inner heat was increasing as well, though she paid it little mind. The Caught with panties stories she felt as her skin rubbed against its leather confines blended with the vibrating air.
When his leg ground between hers, it almost felt as if the Lycra shorts rubbed right up against her pussy…. Danielle let her gaze drift again, scanning over the crowd seeking the sights she had seen before. A nude man now held her upside-down, her hair trailing almost to the floor.
Her shirt was off and her plaid skirt was bundled around her waist.