Outdoor dance party!!!

[spywareonya 37,961]

During summer, Alex and I often go to a marvellous club utterly build as separated dancefloor stations scattered among an endless grass field, with lights everywhere! Now that seasons are turning, it struck off for the next year (it is open only during summer) but it brought along wonderful memories...

 

Sincerely speaking, I am not sure we will go back next year, for a couple of reasons. First of all, its price increases each time, and for an anarchist like me, it's umbearable. It was a cash machine already when it used to cost less than a half comparing to this summer, it was not changed out of necessity but out of greed, and I consider greed one of the most pathetic feature among human character. Good foods (Alex is a semi-professional) can be cooked for nothing if you are skilled. Culture can be found on the web, for free. And sex also is free, and is one of the greatest amusement in the world. Why need too much money?

 

Anyway, the second reason (something like "last but not least") is that since we got caught :-D ROTL security had been increased a bit LOOOOOL

We were drinking (Absynthe, yet not as good as the one that Alex used to buy from a quasi-bootlegger in the past) and I was quite drunk. Al was not, he is both very tough and skiled at meditation and self-control, he is never drunk, I actually saw him drink more than a gallon of beer throughout a party (three to four hours) and getting just a bit whimsy. I always tell him to let go, and he replies that it is not control, simply he hasn't drunk enough! Anyway, I resist alchool very well but not as he does, therefore that night I was quite "happy" :-D we saw two girls, dressed like party animals, hiding behind short bushes, and almost remaining visible, lowering their leggins for a low squat. I remember I thought something like "Look at these two nasty little pussies! If they are not scolded for doing that, what should I think I am allowed to do?" Therefore, performing a high squat (microskirt and no undies, as usual), I started peeing where I was, in full view of bystanders, and got cheered by a group of boys who became friends of Alex just few hours ago…

 I was dancing on a little plateform intended for showgirls but since it was empty, I climbed up there :-D as you can imagine, dancing on a stand eight feet from the ground while being dressed the way I was, got things interesting, especially for boys >:-) some of them started to ask me who I was and I was willing to spend time with them, but I replied (without being disrespectful… sexual arousing is holy even when misdirected) that was already matched. When they asked who my man was, I pointed to Alex, who had been standing silent a few feet away all the time, waiting for them to show up their intentions. Alex is a very kind person, but he is like that because he choose to fight back some kind of inner viciousness that surface when he is angered. For example, people who do not know him well think of him he is a mobster or a devil-worshipper, because he has something deadly jailed up behind his gentle yet vigilant eyes. When they confronted him asking pardon for messing with me, he just replied that they had been very educated and he would like to strike friendship with them. This mix of calmness and invisible-but-awful overall sensation that linger around him usually scare the shit out of people (even dangerous people), and this time was no difference. Referring of him as “lordly mannered person” they become acquainted with us, even protecting me from people who did not like my pornstar attitude and my nakedness.

Back to the narration, we did not build an actual group, because they got their friends while Alex and I prefer to stay on our own when partying, looking for tender flesh to have fun with, yet at that moment we were still all together. That night was not very satisfying from a hook-up point of view, and this led us to do something stupid and funny all on our own. I pushed my ass as back as I could: my urethra points toward and upward so high squat is possible only if I spread my legs enough, but I wanted to look more like a pin up than like a homeless woman pissing in the street, so I couldn’t spread them excessively or it would have appeared blatant and utterly not high-class (very important for me… life can be a poorly recited comedy, or a high-class porn movie, pick one). So, if I cannot spread my legs too much, I have to push my ass as back as I can, and that’s what I did. When I started peeing, at first I was a bit scared that I would have had my piss-jet to sprinkle everywhere, messing with my legs, but it didn’t happened! A couple of girls were grossed by my behavior, and got near Alex telling him to stop me. I didn’t hear his reply (music was loud and he was ten feet away from me to take a better look, I heard the girl only because they were yelling), but he later told me that he “explained them that a nightclub is made to have fun”. When I was done, I was seriously and sincerely horny, so I got close to him hinting with my head toward the bushes that the first two lads went to give relief to their bladders. He got my point and we hid there. Our “new friends” cheered on me, but later they understood I wanted to have some quality time with my love, and got back to dance and talk to girls. When we hid, he took it out to pee and as soon as he finished, I polished it off with my tongue, I love the taste of his piss since we drink a lot of water and his pee is always delicate and aromatic. I started to blow him like no tomorrow, I was horny as fuck and and a more mature lady (mid thirty or almost fourty, probably from the staff) started to walk to-and-from near us while speaking to her phone, and at a certain point she saw us, yet she didn’t say nor do anything, but that eye-contact was supreme. Alex came hard, and we immediately started to repack ourselves because we were afraid that someone else could have seen us and started to tell. In fact, while we were getting back to the dancefloor, a bouncer (very gentle, but very firm, and very likely wise about that) showed up in front of us asking if we were ok and if we went behind the bushes because I needed to throw up or something like that. We said that our head were boiling from music and alcohol and we went away with that, but next time we went to that club, bouncers were sitting (calmly, but with plain intentions) almost in every little hole people could abscond! Sincerely I do not understand why they are so strict, but that’s it…!

We got there another time and the same thing went on… it seems that it has become the standard. I hate people who limit my sexual craziness, I do not feel at ease if I cannot pee or blow my man right there where I am when I feel like doing that. Real clubs for tough people are disappearing. Therefore we chose to relinquish going there… shame, because it was a really nice place!

[Remi 1,033]

Great story!

[spywareonya 37,961]

Hi, Remi! :-D thanks, yet a bit sad in the end... more coming, stay tuned!