Music Festival Entertainment: Chapter 1
This post is about a journey where Rickett is the main character, narrated from his perspective. The sexual and kinky aspects are not as intense in this part, but they'll get hotter in the next chapter. I hope you like it and let me know what you think.
Travel Day
Rickett messaged his friends' group chat that he had arrived to pick them up. They had a long 7-hour drive ahead of them to get to the music festival's location. The morning was full of excitement as everyone was ready to go, except a few last-minute cancellations. Rachael, his wife, was one of those who couldn't make it. She wished him a great time and even eased up on some of her rules for the trip.
Rickett got out of the car as two couples stepped out of the house, carrying their luggage. They were looking great, motivating each other to look their best for the festival. Matt and Lance had both lost their dad-bod and were showing off their new physiques. Olivia and Tami, their wives, were stunning in their tight workout clothes. Rickett was happy to see he hadn't slacked off, even though he missed visible abs. His body was covered in lean muscles.
Good mornings were exchanged. Rickett helped the couples load their stuff onto the car. Conversation drifted to setting up the rental RV and discussing the plans for the festival. Miles and Danni said they were leaving too, and they had a surprise for the group when they arrived. The teasing didn't stop, and everyone wondered if this time they'd bring a new alcoholic beverage.
The conversation shifted to outfit plans. Olivia and Tami's intentions were to show as much skin as possible while maintaining a sense of decency. They described how little fabric would be covering Tami's big bust, and Olivia's see-through mesh shirt. As the teasing escalated, Lance became the target. Tami promised to help later. Rickett had to laugh it off as he knew that they were spot-on.
"Don't worry, my hand is skilled at relieving tension," Rickett joked. Matt chimed in, "So are Olivia's and she has two of them." Olivia's laughter was cutshort when she turned red from Matt's remark. She playfully slapped at Matt, and he winked at her. Then she shot Rickett a flirty glance, making him blush and focus on the road. The jokes kept coming, though, with lots of humor and flirting.
Arrival and Preparation
Picking up and loading the RV was easier than Rickett expected with all the supplies they brought. The huge, 12-person RV had plenty of luxuries that would be useful during the four-day festival. Lance and Tami settled in the main bedroom, while Olivia and Matt took the loft bed. They knew what went on and winked at Rickett, who wanted to claim the bottom bunk next to the loft.
Rickett and his wife, Rachael, had flirted and experimented with Olivia, Matt, and even Lance in the past. Tami was intrigued by their history and wanted to explore more. Things never progressed beyond kissing, but Rickett had the green light to have fun if he got the chance. He just had to share every detail with Rachael and take care of her when he returned. But "not too much fun" created a mysterious gray area, making Rickett wonder about the possibilities of the situation.
The group got through the check-in and parked near a familiar car. Miles and Danni were already there, even having time to meet someone. Danni was still curvesy and liked showing them off. Her blond curls hung over her bare shoulders, and she was wearing a tiny white tank top that seemed to reveal more than it covered. Denim short shorts and white strappy sandals completed the outfit. Danni was always a tease, and Rickett couldn't wait for the flirting to begin.
Miles was the tall, muscular guy Rickett knew, and his large shoulders just added to his larger-than-life presence. His blond hair, bright smile, and blue eyes made him a magnet for attention, whether straight or not. He was skilled at flirting with both men and women, which had turned a few heads beyond just a glance.
Their new acquaintance, Sandra, fit right in as she hugged Olivia and Tami. Tami beamed and gave in to multiple hugs before discussing her appreciation for Miles and Danni. Rickett would later learn that Sandra had known Tami in college years ago. She was beautiful in her own unique way with bright red hair cascading down her back, green eyes sparkling with happiness, and a mesmerizing grin. A see-through mesh shirt revealed a black bralette, displaying her big chest, and a sheer skirt covered black bikini bottoms, showcasing a generous view of her cheeks. Rickett whistled softly and praised the trend that led to such revealing bottoms. Multiple tattoos adorned her body, as well as numerous piercings that caught the light.
Lance approached Matt and Rickett. "Oh wow! That's Sandra... I haven't seen her in ages. She's a riot, man. I'm wondering if she's just in the area for the festival." We agreed, and the three of us followed Lance to a warm welcome and a catch-up chat.
Sandra was the surprise guest that Miles and Danni had hinted at earlier. They had enough space in the RV to accommodate her for the weekend. Rickett initially felt annoyed, sharing space with a stranger, but that didn't last long.
Sandra was charming and grew on you. By the time everyone had unpacked and set up, she seemed like she'd always been a part of the group. She ended up on the sofa bed next to the convertible table bed that Miles and Danni would use. The top bunk was thus empty, and Rickett took advantage of the extra space it provided. The group napped before heading out for the evening's festivities.
Rickett awoke to the sound of the girls getting ready. They had claimed the small bedroom and bathroom. His position allowed a peek into the bathroom, where Sandra and Danni were still wearing what they had on earlier. Tami, on the other hand, had changed into a shiny silver thong, leaving her legs and arms covered in thin silver chains. Her hair was done up in a coiled braid.
Olivia shifted from her curvaceous body, glowing with a light layer of glitter and wearing a dark top with black tape covering her nipples. Sandra caught Rickett's gaze and winked before drawing Tami's attention to one of her body art pieces on her leg. Tami gave her a quick look, revealing more than a little skin in the process. Before Rickett became too aroused, he shifted his focus to his own preparations.
Lance and Matt were dressed similarly, with a nighttime theme for days two and three. However, tonight was a free-choice night. Miles opted for no shirt, showing off his well-toned chest, and the girls were hungry for attention, receiving it as well as offering. Food and drinks were shared as darkness settled and the distinct pulses from the festival's sound systems echoed nearby. Everyone was feeling the joy and lost track of time and, in some cases, each other.
Night 1:
The atmosphere at the festival was electric. Everyone was friendly, aiming for the best time possible. The music was loud and passionate, pulsing through your entire body and causing a dance frenzy. People mingled, rested, saw friends, and danced some more. The group of friends joined in the sway and lost track of time and, in some cases, each other.
L.S.
Rickett enjoyed the company of each group member and some flirty strangers. The skin exposure and tight dancing bodies left everyone drenched in sweat. It was easy to focus on the music and the atmosphere despite him being grabbed by a sexy blonde. He also experienced a long kiss from Olivia, which he quickly recovered from. After a short break, he found himself near Sandra and they chatted over numerous strong drinks.
"Sandy, is your spouse aware you're making out and checking out your buddies?" She teased with a flirty smile. By now, Rickett was so drunk he just let the embarrassment fade away.
"I told her about Miles' encounter with his wife last month. She kissed him," Rickett shared with a smirk as her smile evolved into shock. "And you? You're interested in a guilt-free kiss?" A sudden realization made him regret his comment but Sandra's expression changed to curiosity.
"Dance with me," she said softly, emptying her glass before rising. Rickett's eyes traveled over her hot ass in the chair and gulped down the rest of his drink. He joined her, dancing closer to the stage, and then into the crowd. Sexy bodies rubbed against each other, and they finally got to their group's favorite spot. Olivia and Matt were there, their bodies close together, Matt rubbing his hand low on her body. Her closed eyes, breathing rapidly, and the redness of her face made it clear what was happening.
Sandra faced Rickett and flashed a huge grin, whispering "Oh my God." She then pushed her luscious bottom into him as the music dropped. They moved together, watching the pair upstairs. It was thrilling and incredibly exciting for Rickett, whose hand slipped across Sandra's hips before she dug her nails into his tense back. He moaned as she used this position to grind against him. His erection was impossible to resist and felt a need to experience something more comfortable.
Sandra pushed back against him, her lips brushing along Rickett's beard. Sandy looked up at him, her green eyes bright with desire and her mouth slightly parted. The sensation was overwhelming, and Rickett kissed her fiercely. Their kiss ignited a rage of passion, so much that they pressed their tongues against each other. Alcohol enhancing the intensity of their make out session. Rickett felt his cock pushing between her cheeks, prompting him to break the kiss. Alerted by his moan, he was concerned that boundaries would be crossed.
"I'm too drunk," he whispered, earning a confused expression and a frown. She was equally aroused but managed to smile and pat his side. Rickett blinked hard to regain control before escaping. To his relief, his rock-hard cock strained against his shorts, mostly remaining hidden in the crowded area. He hurried back to his RV, released the tension with a quick handjob, and laid down to rest.
Rickett appreciated the benefit of camping on-site, taking only 20 minutes to reach his RV. While removing his sweaty clothes, he used a towel to wipe himself down, then slid into a fresh shirt. His memories of the night had him barely holding in his erection. The memory of the woman upstairs had his balls aching. He crawled into bed, pulled a blanket over his body, and distracted himself before guests joined. Rickett worried his trapped boner would be noticed, but once the RV door opened, it was Miles, Danni, or Sandra. He quietly covered up and waited to hear who it was. Their bag closing and clothes shifting revealed what he feared -- they were all there. Sexy ladies meant Rickett had to endure an uncomfortable state. "Awful! I need something to relieve this uncomfortable tension..."
Following a few quiet moments, the striking sound of a heavy shoe hitting the ground was heard, along with another. This was followed by an audible sigh. "Ah… my poor feet," a gentle, female voice whispered, which could only be Sandra. Rickett tensed, as he heard footsteps approaching. "I'm aware you're awake," Sandra said softly, directly behind him.
Rickett hesitated, rolling over. Thankfully, his erection was hidden under the blanket and pressed against his abdomen. Sandra had changed into a pair of loose, pink pajama pants and a loose top, without a bra. She wore a sly grin and a gleam of amusement in her eyes as she styled her fiery red hair. "May I sit here?" she asked, and Rickett nodded. She sat with her thigh touching Rickett's arm and took a deep breath.
"I hate that things got a little out of hand. Although you're married, you made it sound like it was alright. I don't want anything awkward between us or any issues with Rachael," Sandra said. Rickett considered her words before raising his hands in comprehension.
"Sorry for the miscommunication about my retreat. Dancing with you tonight was a thrilling experience. The kiss was incredible. Everything we did is acceptable and will not cause any problems," he explained, looking at her with earnest blue eyes. "What I really wanted to do next crossed the line, and I was about to do it if I hadn’t fled. My intent was exactly what you’re imagining."
Sandra's lips curved into a relieved smile. "Okay then, kissing and naughty grinding can continue with no qualms…" She looked at him, biting her lip. "Can you share more details of the untouched line? I prefer not to imagine the pleasurable acts you would've performed."
Silence prompted Sandra's lips to widen in amusement. Rickett sighed, "Cruel woman, why do I like you again? I'm sure you could sense my state down there." Sandra quickly glanced at Rickett's crotch, where her attention was riveted on the large bulge in the blanket. "You are insane. I'll admit that the idea of it was astonishing. Just a great mental image you created there." She glanced downriver for a second before returning her gaze to Rickett. "Really, your bulge was fully engorged, not half-mast as you insinuated." Pausing as Sandra seemed to lose focus again, Rickett boosted himself up slightly and turned to her with a laugh, "Are you okay?"
Sandra regained control of herself and smirked, "No way that quarter wasn't half-mast, Rickett. However, the concept of your not-so-miniscule member is indeed fascinating. Glad to know you fancied our kiss as well." A quick glance at Sandra's chest highlighted that she, in fact, had two points that could be the result of hidden piercings.
Upon seeing this, Rickett shrugged and waved off any suspicions. "I don't possess the monstrous anatomy of Miles, but mine's still an acceptable size. I can't currently enjoy it with you... at least not in the way you desire." He was rewarded by a glazed over look from Sandra and a shift toward the foot of the bed. With her spine against the wall, she partially straddled him and placed her other leg next to his. "Carry on, act as if I'm not here," she suggested softly.
Without hesitation, Rickett smirked, "Given the fact that you're practically sitting on me, it's hard to believe I'm unaware of your presence." She responded with a playful eye roll and began mimicking stroking him through the blanket. As if she were aware, she said, "I'll stop if you tell me to." The sound of a whine crept into Sandra's voice, prompting a grin from Rickett. "This is quite an intriguing proposition. I'm uncertain about Rachael's response, but I have a feeling she'd find it titillating." Deciding to take a risk, he said with a smile, "This sounds like a pleasurable dream."
"Just pretend I didn't come in, and masturbate with me watching," she teased, highlighting his erection with her eyes.
He reached down and gently tugged on the blanket covering his lower body. She leaned forward to admire the view, causing her disheveled shorts to gape open, revealing the absence of underwear. Ricket felt his cock throb in response, leaking a generous dollop of precum when the cool air hit his swollen member. Sandra's pussy was a gorgeous, puffy pink, cleanly shaved, and glistening with arousal. "Mmm... beautiful," he whispered, wanting to prolong the sight. Sandra followed his gaze and shrugged, stating that it was fair. Ricket showed his agreement by gripping the base of his cock and pumping it.
The thrill of being watched was underwhelming compared to the actual act. Ricket was impressively well-endowed, and he could see that the eye-catching tip popped out of his fist as he stroked. The veiny shaft was a pulsating deep red from the night's excitement and his earlier teasing. Precum lubricated the full length, resulting in an audible slapping sound with each stroke. The sensation was nice, but Sandra's captivating eyes, blushed cheeks, and increasingly quick breathing made him feel like he was the one being pleasured.
"Wow... how enormous you are," she whispered with awe as her fingers danced across her dripping folds. "Stroke it for me, sweetie... mmm... I'd need a pair of hands to handle something that big! Fuck!" Her hands slid from her thigh to her sensitive clitoris. With wide eyes, she glanced up at Rickett's face and asked, "Were you planning to have sex in front of everyone? Position me in the middle of that crowd, pull aside my pants, and sweetly slip my pussy out?" she moaned, fingering herself deeper. Rickett nodded and a shudder coursed through Sandra as her toes curled inside her boots. "I would've let you... even if I thought I couldn't take you inside of me." Sandra's fingers returned to her clitoris and stroked more vigorously.
His eyes were drawn to the wetness of her pussy leaking down her cheeks and dripping onto her white chair. "I'm sure we could make it fit with some gentle handling," he told her while her stroking grew more intense. Sandra's toes, painted a deep shimmering purple, drummed the floor in time to her moans. Rickett's free hand reached for her foot. The soles seemed sweaty from her tall leather boots, and his fingers were charmed by her feet's delicate beauty. "Mmm... you seem to enjoy feet," he teased as he massaged the area just below her ankle. Sandra threw her head back, eyes widening in ecstasy. "Oh... yes, Rickett! Fuck fuck fuck!"
As she shuddered a second time, eyes clenched tight, nose slightly wrinkled, and toes twitching, he stammered, "Sorry, must've stopped too soon." Sandra's hand returned to her clitoris. "Keep going, please," she begged.
He rubbed the soft flesh of her foot while pumping his cock harder. "I have to admit, your toes are delicious," he added, sucking on her smallest one. Sandra trembled as she orgasmed again, moaning loudly and violently. Her body stiffened, releasing, and quivering with each jolt. A damp patch formed on her white pants, leaving her dripping and fragranced with her pleasure. She mumbled, "I may have to buy new pants," as she resumed teasing her nipple over her shirt. Ricket grinned at her wittiness.
"Muscles, why did you stop tickling me?" she asked, breath haggard between strokes to her clitoris. She reached over and began teasing her nipple. "Watching you make a mess would be so hot. Keep rubbing though, I need to climax again as you do." She pleaded between her touch, her legs quivering with anticipation as he sped up his strokes.
In one smooth motion, Rickett pulled her right ankle up and shoved her slender toes into his mouth. The salty taste of her sweaty skin and her boots filled his nose. Lust consumed him as he neared his boiling point. He was close to striking gold with her orgasm, but he needed to hasten her along. Grasping her ankle, he brought it closer, eliciting a gasp from his mate. The action was jarring to her perfectly natural reaction, but he couldn't hold back any longer.
Stroking her slightly sweaty foot, he swiftly sucked in all four of her small toes. The salty taste and leather scent sent his orgasm over the edge. Sandra's voice was wild and feral as her hips bucked, lifting her hand, and filling the room with the sizzle of cum ejected from her lover's pulsating cock and the scream of her climax. The first dribble landed squarely on her exposed leg and she clenched her legs open, panting hard. Between breaths, she mumbled, "I was the master of teasing you, but you're the boss tonight." With aching limbs and missing depth perception, he gave in to the desire to break the fourth wall and deliver the message: "To those who gave us company and were unintentionally present to witness our raw primal passion, we hope that you cherished the show."
Rickett was left shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm as Sandra pressed her large toe into his mouth. Spurt after spurt of cum arced through the air, landing on his stomach and chest. Her toes curled and uncurled on his tongue as he enthusiastically pleasured her, aiding her in achieving her own climax. It took some time for them to settle back down, their moans subsiding.
As Sandra removed her toe from his mouth, Rickett chuckled. "It seems you might've wanted me to devote the entire night to worshiping your feet," he teased. He glanced down at Sandra's spent form, still panting from the overwhelming pleasure she had experienced. Two more bursts of cum had landed on her thighs, but much of it had cooled on his body. He was surprised by just how much more semen had been produced this time around. Sandra, still panting, stretched her leg out and deliberately rubbed his still-hard shaft.
"It looks like you really do want to worship my feet all night," she purred, winking knowingly. Rickett let out a grunt at the implication, even though his true desire was to be between her legs. However, he felt the need to curb his excitement. He leaned in and kissed her naked foot tenderly before sitting up to fetch the cleaning cloths.
"We should clean up the mess before I have to share a bed with someone; mine's soaking wet," he mentioned. His words prompted an understanding giggle from her as she stood up, about to head to the bathroom.
"Would that be so bad?" she asked in a flirty manner as she touched her finger to the cum on her thigh and lifted it for Rickett to see. "I could soak your bed right now if it meant you had to cuddle up behind me tonight," she added with a wicked smile. The twitch of his cock brought another bout of giggles and more gratifying tingles.
"You're such a bad girl!" he exclaimed, finally grabbing a towel to wipe up the remaining semen. "We should cool off and see what happens tomorrow." His statement elicited a pout from Sandra, who brought her finger to her mouth and began sucking on it.
"I'm such a bad girl," she murmured before turning around and pulling down her underwear, revealing her bare backside. Making her way to the bathroom, she left Rickett seething with anticipation and the likelihood of developing a mild case of blue balls.
Throughout the night, or rather the day, everyone's randiness led to considerable tension. Sharing a small RV had been a cost-effective solution, but it came with the drawback of the rocking motion caused by people moving around creating a similar effect to being on a boat. The sound of someone climaxing would result in everyone being woken up, making it difficult for anyone to sleep soundly until much later in the morning.
AACHK! Sandra was the first to break the silence with a grumble. "You guys have to have an orgy to get it all out!" she complained good-naturally, causing laughter to fill the tight living space as sleep-deprived people finally found some rest.
A text alert kissed Rickett's phone. "Are you still up, my sexy man?" Rachael inquired.
Rickett answered, "Unfortunately, people keep fucking and the noise wakes everyone else. It's like a chain reaction."
Rachael responded, "Now you know why I didn't go! I love my sleep! It's kinda hot with all these loose, horny people around, isn't it?"
During the night, more people had arrived and paired up, with their lustful encounters disturbing those attempting to catch some z's. He described the events of his own encounters, including dancing with Sandra and his masturbation session that she had observed. The bursts of laughter from Rachael after reading his text left him even more aroused.
"You were quite naughty tonight," she remarked. "And I bet you'd love to show off how good a lover you are, wouldn't you?" His heart skipped a beat as familiar words pricked his senses. "So, were you naughty already?"
He recounted his dancing and grinding with Sandra and witnessing Olivia and Matt's lovemaking from above. His explicit description of his own orgasm egged on Rachael to show off her own experience. The icon of a downloaded image popped up, and when he opened it, he was treated to the sight of Rachael's finger and a few tendrils of clear, sticky semen.
Jesus! he thought, growing even hornier than before. His response to Rachael's emojis was merely, "Tomorrow's going to be interesting..."
"I was attempting to snooze... but after receiving that message, I have to tend to some matters. It seems you really enjoyed what transpired?" He placed the phone down and silently reached around for the towel he had cleaned with moments before. Locating it, he turned onto his side and pulled out his cock to finish off. Soon after, he received a reply.
"I'm feeling envious, but since I just experienced two orgasms, I suppose I did like it." As he began to pulsate, he let out a gaspy sigh. Hearing about a woman at orgasm was an unparalleled turn-on for him and even more so when it involved his wife. She carried on, "You're setting the bar for what I'm entitled to do on the upcoming trip, dear. Perhaps you could act a tad more wicked so I can test my limits?" His hand moved quicker while trying to be silent. "I'm certain you're a tramp baby. Olivia told me about you today and sought some explicit authorization. I might've consented..."
Rachael delighted in this indecent banter and Rickett frequently doubted if she was entirely sincere. It never lacked in producing a mind-blowing orgasm for them both. He typed in a code as he neared his second climax. "Gonna cum, plz."
The response was immediate. "Proceed. Cum from visions of screwing Olivia or maybe this Sandra. Cum from the notion that I will be encompassed by Miles lap next time if you do. I won't wear any underpants then. Watching me be jealous will help you cum. Cum my whore. Cum for me." With a convulsion, he ejaculated into the towel and experienced a profound contentment. Rachael was genuinely marvelous and everything was excellent. Lots to ponder, but drowsiness took control and he collapsed.
"I adore you RaeRae. Came very strongly." He transmitted drowsily.
"Excellent pet. God, I'd sit on your face so hard if you were here... but you ought to rest. I'm about to shower. Goodnight." A number of emoticons appeared and he bid her goodnight before slipping into unconsciousness.
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