I quickly changed, giving myself a quick rub-down with a moist towelette (the bath of champions!) before putting on a gold lamé skirt. I was going to put on pants, but something told me I was going to want easy access tonight. In my head I was already calculating the cost of ripping those tights off of her body. The night had barely started and I was already semi-hard.
Darcie had painted lines of white dots over her face and stuck a beaded leather hoop in her hair, making her look primal and fierce. I kissed her. We each took a long swig of red bull and vodka from our flask to keep us going. The closer we got to leaving the camp, the more nervous I became. I could see the same nervous tension in Darcie. But somehow the thought of not going never crossed out minds. We were both hooked, even though we had no idea of what was waiting for us.
We had to walk to the address we had been given, both of us silent the whole time, holding hands. There was no doubt when we arrived that this was the place; a long low rectangular tent fronted a large dome. Colorful banners were draped over the dome, giving it the look of a palace form the Arabian Nights . Lights were flashing inside, and music was blasting through the open fabric walls of the rectangular tent.
Inside the tent was a U-shaped bar which served about three dozen people. Everyone was dancing to some exotic Middle-Eastern tunes mixed with some Trance tempos that grabbed you and made you want to move your body. We made our way to the bar to grab a drink, though in truth we were both scanning the crowd for any sign of this afternoon's quartet. But none of them were there. The patrons all seemed as average as Burners could be, the usual crew of colorful and dusty characters, all of them dancing happily the music.
We were slightly disappointed, but we were also already here. So we started dancing. Soon we had worked up a healthy sweat and were smiling stupidly at each other. The music was infectious and the booze was having its effect on us. In the semi-darkness of the dance floor I would catch glimpses of Darcie's near-nakedness, which kept me aroused and in the mood. I could tell from her dancing that she was as much a sexual live-wire as I was. I danced closer to her.
"you still owe me a pussy. Do you see anyone here?" I asked her.
She looked around, a big grin on her face. She leaned in to reply, pressing her breasts against my chest to do so.
"I'll start looking!" she said.
I pulled her to me and gave her ass a squeeze. She rolled her crotch against me, pinning my semi-hard cock against her lower belly. She bit her lip and smiled at me
"Is that for me?" she asked.
"Always." I replied.
She grinned and danced away, shaking her ass in those see-through tights of hers. We continued dancing for a while before sliding up to the bar again for another shot of whatever they were serving. We had to quickly move our cups when a woman, and then another, jumped up on the bar and started dancing. They were both rather pretty brunettes, one in colorful leggings and a knitted top, the other in fishnet stockings under a black velvet body-suit, her face painted with a bar of black make-up over her eyes.
Darcie watched them dance for a few seconds.
"That looks like fun. Here, watch this, hold my cup." she said.
I laughed and helped her up onto the bar. She was soon up there, dancing with the other two women, shaking her ass at the crowd. I noticed the volunteer bartender looked up quite a bit while Darcie danced. Up there, even under the low lights of the bar, her nakedness was unmissable. Her pussy was practically level with his eyes. She turned and faced the crowd, dancing as if lost in the music, her eyes closed. I sat at the bar, looking up at her long legs
The other two women were dancing with equal abandon, though I didn't pay them much attention. Darcie kneeled down and asked for another drink. The bartender happily filled her mug. As she drank it down, she let her knees flare open, giving the bartender a close up view of her pussy. Her cup drained, she leaned over and kissed me, grabbing hold of my head for support. She jumped back up onto the bar, reached for the straps of her bikini and pulled it off her shoulders, releasing her breasts. She dropped her bikini top onto my head.
She went into full stripper mode, grinding her hips, groping her breasts, shaking her ass. The crowd whooped in approval. She shook her tits at them, making them sway in time with the music. I had a brief flash of worry. Was she getting too drunk? I quickly shoved that thought away. So what? What would she do drunk that she hasn't done sober? I let go of my worries about her behavior, and with that let go of my worries about my own. Tonight would be about total freedom.
When I brought my attention back to Darcie I saw that she was now grinding against the girl in the body suit. The two of them were in a loose embrace, still dancing, but their legs were intertwined, Darcie's crotch rubbing against the stocking-covered legs of the other girl. The brunette was cupping one of Darcie's bare boob, giving it playful squeezes. I felt my cock twitch and grow at the sight. The two of them were dancing, and talking. I saw them glance at me. My cock grew harder.
Darcie finally climbed down from the bar. She immediately turned to help the brunette who was climbing down behind her. Darcie took her hand, then mine. Leading us through the dancing crowd, Darcie pulled us towards the back of the tent, towards the darkened corner where couches had been scattered. As we walked the brunette and I exchanged a coy smile. Her bright blue eyes were two flames in the darkness of her makeup.
Darcie found an empty couch and tossed me on it. I fell onto it, laughing, sitting up immediately, reaching out for her. She stayed at a distance and instead pushed the brunette forward. The brunette stepped up, straddling my legs, a smile on her lips. Seated as I was, the brunette's crotch came right at eye level.
Darcie half-crouched next to me, her arm around the girl's waist.
"I found you some pussy." she whispered drunkenly.
She knelt at the girl's feet and slid her hand up along her thighs. The girl rocked her hips forward, squirming in anticipation. Darcie's fingers brushed across the gusset of the bodysuit and, to my surprise, found snaps. First one, then the other button snapped open, releasing the bottom of the body suit. Five inches away from my nose was the girl's beautiful little pussy. It was criss-crossed by her fishnet stockings, but the weave was so loose that I saw clearly the bare, plump lips and the sweep of her clit. Above it was a soft patch of curly black pubic hair. The contrast between the smooth lips and the fullness of her pubic patch highlighted the nakedness of her sex. My mouth was watering.
I barely glanced around, I knew a few people were sitting on the couches near us, watching. I didn't care. The brunette placed her hand on my head and pulled me gently forward. I took the hint and dove in. I had to twist my head to get around the mesh of her tights, forcing me to take sharp short licks of her pussy, flicking at her lips, finding her clit. I pulled her closer, my hands on her firm ass, until I was sitting back onto the couch and she was practically sitting on my face. I finally had the angle I needed, finally was able to stab my tongue deeper into her pussy, finding her already warm and wet and delicious. She grabbed hold of my hair and started rocking her hips, pushing her pussy against my lips.
I was laying back, my hands holding her ass, my vision filled the smooth skin of her belly and the soft patch of pubic hair. I felt hands on my legs, and my gold skirt being pushed up. I briefly wondered who was doing that, but then felt the warm pressure of Darcie's fabric-covered pussy against my knee. She took hold of my hard and throbbing cock in her hand, stroking it softly. I moaned into the pussy pressed against my mouth. And then wetness, warmth, heat around my cock, first the tip an then, in a slow descent, my entire shaft. Darcie was deep throating me.
Suddenly my cock was cold and the brunette dismounted, leaving me naked on the couch with my dick literally in the air. Darcie and the brunette were standing on either side of me, their backs to me. Someone was talking to them. Busted! I thought, disappointed and nervous. But Darcie turned to me, a big smile on her face, and offered her hand.
Behind her was the Bunny Girl from the bus, still dressed in her white outfit, her white and pink bunny ears still on her head. She glanced at me and grinned.
I got on my feet, my gold skirt falling down to hide my still wet and half-erect cock. Bunny Girl turned and, taking the brunette's hand, lead us further back into the tent. I noticed that her fluffy tailed butt-plug was still in her ass.
She took us to an opening in the tent that I had not seen before, a curtained cut-out in the fabric of the tent. Behind it must be the dome we had seen tower over the rectangular tent we were currently in. She pulled the curtain aside and stepped under the dome. We followed our White Rabbit in.
The dome was lit by a dozen hanging chandeliers. They were all different, all of different size and style. The center one was a large crystal chandelier, forming the heart of a swirling galaxy of bronze lanterns, silver candelabras, brass fixtures and glass lamps. Each cast a different colored light onto the dance floor, shading shadows in reds and blues and purples. The outer edge of the dome was ringed in couches draped in red velvet and royal blues. In the center of the dome was a large round platform covered in carpets and pillows. And filling the dome was a small crowd of the most beautiful people I had ever seen.
They all danced to the same tribal/ Techno music playing in the other tent, all smiling and laughing, but they were all, men and women alike, outrageous in their sex appeal. A blonde waif of a girl walked by, dressed in a silly pink onesie with pink fluffy ears on her head. But the onesie was opened all the way down, letting her small pink-nippled breast sway free and revealing the shaved V of her pubic swell. I spotted black-haired woman, completely naked apart from red fishnet stockings and a black collar around her neck, her breasts heavy and full, her pubic hair shaved in the shape of a heart. A red rope was attached to the collar, and she danced holding it up, as if offering it to whomever wanted to take control. A man danced nearby, totally naked, muscled, bronzed and oiled, his curly black hair framing his square jaw. He looked like he stepped out of some ancient Greek Olympiad.
