The Underground Ravecity Pt. 1 [Fantasy] [Nudism] [Exhibitionsim] [Age gap]

Below the cold, damp, bland city was another city, one full of life, of hope, of energy, and fun. Underground, in the recently abandoned subway stations that once made up the city, was where people came together to have fun. This place was known as The Underground Ravecity.

Formed a couple of years ago, The Underground Ravecity was developed by a group of college students who wanted to create a new type of party life, one that would never have been be allowed to exist within the city. Thus they had brought their development to the recently abandoned subway line that ran below the city. It was relatively clean to begin with, but they had invested into cleaning it up, adding bright LED lighting, bright neon lights, and billboards advertising all sorts of things. They’d also installed lockers, showers, beds, and had allowed vendors to sell all sorts of legal (and illegal) items that people would need at any one point. The Underground Ravecity was about 6 stations long and could easily hold a couple thousand people at any one time. It was the perfect place for a party.

The Underground Ravecity was open at any time of day or night, and was accessible to anyone over the age of 18. The main concept behind The Underground Ravecity was that of course, it was completely centered around nudity. It was a nudist party city, for women, men, trans, or any other genders.

And of course the ravecity involved sex. Lots of sex. All sex was allowed and acceptable as long as it was consensual. There were no limits and people could find any type of niche with anyone. There were even sections of the ravecity allocated to BDSM. This included rope, bondage, blindfolds, ball gags and much more.

Clothes were not permitted. As a precursor of accessing The Underground Ravecity, one had to immediately strip and place their clothes in a locker. Occasionally, there would be thefts, but there were both security cameras and security guards regularly patrolling the areas, that thefts and other crimes for that matter had gone down drastically. People were there to have a good time after all.

There was a reason, or many reasons for why people wanted to come to The Underground Ravecity. Maybe they had boring lives and wanted something different, maybe they were unsatisfied with their marriage and sex life, maybe they had always loved the idea of being nude but were never able to within the social norms accepted in the city. The Underground Ravecity gave them an escape, a way out from the required norms of their city. Down there, people had nothing on down there.

I had read about all this in a brochure, heard of this in whispers, but had never dared venture down to The Underground Ravecity myself. But now I found myself making my way to one of the entrances. You knew how to find them if you knew where to look. There was lots of advertising for it, occasional billboards advertising a new type of party, a new type of fun. I had done some researching, had looked up their website, and I found myself intrigued by the idea, of doing something, trying something different. I wasn’t getting any younger.

Especially now. Recently, my wife had left me after 25 years of marriage. It still sucked, and I missed her dearly. It had left me lonely. We hadn’t even had sex in years. Now all I had left was my job as a high school English teacher, and my dog Momo. I was aching for excitement, and it seemed that you couldn’t get more excitement than at The Underground Ravecity.

So here I was. At one of the entrances. Bright neon lights and signs labeled it as such and a bouncer stood at the entrance looking bored. I stepped forward into the light and he looked up. He looked me up and down.

“That’ll be $50.”

I wasn’t expecting the cover to be that high but upon reflection, it made sense. It was a one of a kind rave, a one of a kind rave. I slapped the $50 bill into his hand and he opened the line and let me in. I climbed down the steep steps, the steps having been redone and reconfigured with LED lights to illuminate each step. Fancy.

I made my way down and I heard the pounding, beating music. I could see the many colours reflecting onto the floor, reflecting from a disco ball somewhere up above. I made my way down to the bottom step where I ran into a second bouncer. He simply pointed to a set of lockers to my left. There were probably a good five hundred lockers, if not more, and I made my way there to remove my clothes.

I got to the lockers and there were two others already there. One was a young woman, no older than probably twenty-five. She was already mostly nude and was just in the midst of pulling off her panties. On the other side was a man, maybe my age or a bit younger who was taking off his shirt. That made me feel a little better about myself, that I wasn’t the only older man to be down here, that it wasn’t just for college students.

I found an empty locker, opened it, and then began to strip down. I knew I shouldn’t feel embarrassed but I still found myself blushing as I started to strip. I was unaccustomed to being so vulnerable, but I knew I would get used to it as the night went along. I was here to have fun after all. And have sex hopefully.

After I stripped down, I made my way out of the locker room and found myself in a large dance floor. Men and women of all ages were dancing to the beat, the bright lights falling on their naked bodies as they danced and grinded up against each other. To the side of the dance floor, I saw a few couples already fucking, fucking standing up against a wall or on the ground entwined with each other.

I kept moving along, spotting people fucking everywhere. A middle-aged white woman was being spitroasted by two young black men. Near them, was a young woman riding an elderly man on a mattress. As I kept going, I kept spotting more and more sexual acts, many things I’d never seen before.

As I kept exploring the world, I passed by vendors of all sorts. A condom vendor, a birth control vendor, a plan b vendor, an energy drink vendor, and an illicit drugs vendor. And much more.

I saw a group of men with a young, asian woman giving a bukkake. I saw a group of swingers swapping partners every few seconds. I saw a group of men swapping turns finishing inside a woman. I saw a woman riding a man while another man pounded her ass.

I saw everything. To the point, where simple missionary or doggy didn’t even feel like sex anymore. But of course there were dozens of those too. People were fucking in every corner, every area, in any place they could find, often right next to another couple. Sometimes even their bodies thighs were touching as they fucked side by side. There was no shame. It was part of the fun.

My eyes had never been so alive. I found myself getting hard for sex, something that hadn’t happened in months, if not years. I was loving every second of it. I thought I’d soon look to find a partner.
Here at The Underground Ravecity, asking someone to have sex was as acceptable and expected as asking a girl to dance with you at a public dance. You could say no, but it was rude to say no. Besides. Why would you say no to sex? That was why we were here after all.

I made my way to a corner of the room, standing near the abandoned rail lines. I stood next to a lesbian couple eating each other out on a bed. On the other side was a young man facefucking a MILF. I stood there watching, waiting. I wanted to scope it out a bit more, see what was happening before really starting. That’s when I heard something.

“Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson?”

Who was calling my name? I looked to the source of my name being called. I saw a young woman approaching me. She started to get closer until finally I could make her out. Cassandra? Was it Cassandra.

It was. She appeared before me. Completely nude. I couldn’t help but look her up and down. She had wonderful perky tits, her nipples hard. Down below she had a nice, dark brown trimmed bush.

“Hi Mr. Wilson.” Her eyes looked down at my cock briefly before looking up. “I didn’t expect to be seeing you down here.”

I didn’t expect to see her either I thought to myself. As she looked down to my cock, I felt oddly turned on. It felt weird to be though. Cassandra was only 18 or 19, having just graduated last year. She had been one of my best students and had always done well in my classes. And here I was. All 52 years old. There was an age gap, but I didn’t think that mattered down here.

“It’s good to see you Cassandra. How is college treating you?”

“It’s good.” Her eyes looked down at my cock again. “May I?” she asked holding out her hand.

There was no small talk with her. It was always straight to the point. We both knew what she meant. And we both knew there was no shame. Age didn’t matter. She was old enough, she was consenting.

“Yes.”

She took my hand and led me away. She eventually took me to a secluded section of the ravecity, near an abandoned tramcar. There were less people around here as there were less lights, but of course there were still people fucking and moaning and grunting all around.

She took me to a side of the section up near the wall. Then she gave me a nice smile, got on her knees, and took my cock in her hand. She started sucking and licking my tip, sapping up my precum. I moaned from the sensation, from how sensitive my tip was. I saw her grin as she then took all of me into her mouth. She started sucking my cock, slurping on it like she owned it. And god did it feel good. I hadn’t been sucked like this in decades. I couldn’t help but moan with each suck, each time she took my cock deeper and deeper.

She started deepthroating me, taking my entire cock balls deep into her. I could see my cock hit deep into her throat with each suck. I was moaning along as she sucked me, continuing to go with the sensations. Then she stopped, pulling out my wet, soggy cock out of her mouth. She smiled, got up, turned around, and placed her hands on the wall. She then bent down, angling her back and lower back towards me.

It was dark but I could clearly see her wet pussy, her wet, pink pussy. I was rock hard and didn’t need to be asked twice. I inched forward, leaned in, cock in hand, and pushed myself into her. We both moaned as I entered her. She was incredibly tight and wet, and she felt incredible. I loved her young hole.

“Please Mr. Wilson. Fuck me hard.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled on her hair as I started thrusting, pounding her wet pussy hard. I grunted with each thrust, loving the way my cock felt inside her, how wet and tight she was had me wanting to cum already. She was moaning loudly with each thrust, equally enjoying it.

I kept going, pounding her hard. I let go of her hair and grabbed a hold of of her neck, tugging on her neck. I kept pounding her, squeezing her neck ever so slightly as I continued to thrust into her, my balls slapping against her clit and thighs with each thrust. I felt her body spasm and shudder as she came, her legs spasming. But I didn’t stop. I kept going harder still.

I let go of her neck and resumed pulling on her hair again. She started moaning again, enjoying me fucking her. I kept going, but I was now getting close.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I said.

“Please cum inside me Mr. Wilson. Please.”

That did it for me. My face spasmed, my balls tightened and then I lost control. I yelled out as I came, my cock shooting hot jets of cum deep into her unprotected pussy. My cock throbbed as I came inside her, filling her with every last drop of pent up cum, all the last few years of not having sex, all being spurted into this young 19 year old’s pussy.

I loved how it felt to finish inside her, her pussy contracting around my cock, taking in my cum. Finally I finished and pulled out, resting my cock on her ass. She got up, my cum splatting onto the floor. She got back on her knees and sucked me off, cleaning my cock of my juices. Then she got back up again. Her hair was ruffled, her neck red from where I’d choked her, and her body was dripping with sweat.

“Thank you Mr. Wilson. I always wanted that.”

And then she was off, turning and leaving, her ass jiggling as she departed. My cock was still hard, but starting to get limp. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around with a jolt to see who it was.

“Hi Chris.”

“Judy?”

It was Judy. One of my colleagues from work. She was about 10 years younger than me and taught Biology and General sciences at the high school. I looked her up and down, spotting those huge, glorious breasts, that light red bush down there.

“I watched you pleasure Cassandra just now.” She paused. “Could I have a turn?”

I looked her up and down, my cock starting to rise again. I smiled. It was going to be a long night.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/us6eti/the_underground_ravecity_pt_1_fantasy_nudism

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