A Crazy Bachelorette Party In The Maldives
Hey guys, I’m back to share another story about a crazy bachelorette party with you guys. All the stories I write here are real experiences from my life so far. I’m Sarah, 24 years old, living in Mumbai, a short introduction for the new readers. A corporate worker turned full-time model. I’m bisexual, and my stats are 36-28-36. So a couple of months ago one of my friends got engaged, and now she’s about to get married next month. Like the good friends we are, we decided to throw her a grand bachelorette party. We cleared our schedules and left for the Maldives from Mumbai. It was a much-needed getaway for all of us. It was after so long that we had an all-girls trip. We could sense it was going to be wild! Natasha, the bride, and myself were accompanied by 5 other friends as we set off for the Maldives. We got ourselves a villa with an amazing view. Exactly how most influencers and celebrities show the Maldives to be. It was calm and peaceful and just so relaxing. The day we got there, we spent sitting in the villa, relaxing, watching the sunset, and having a nice calm dinner. After we absorbed the place’s serenity, we were now on course to unleash our wild sides. We booked a restaurant and had a party with a lot of champagne and beer. And when we got pretty drunk and wasted, entered the male strippers! Natasha was shocked. She wasn’t expecting us to get her strippers. Soon that shock turned into excitement. We were all dressed up in a really slutty way. I wore a completely backless dress made up of a silky smooth material. It barely contained my assets with a deep neck to expose a lot of cleavages. I went commando in it too, no bra or panty! The waiters were having themselves a visual treat as all of us looked fucking hot and could clearly see a boner in some of their pants. The strippers completed their setups, and the show began. They were these amazing hunks with chiseled abs and amazing bodies just like you’d expect. Slowly they kept taking off one piece of clothing, and we kept cheering for them with a lot of enthusiasm. Soon they were just in their underwear, and their big dicks were clearly visible now. They came up and asked Natasha to join them for a dance. But she was too shy. So I chipped in instead and enjoyed their bodies to the fullest. The drinks and their hot bodies had already turned me on. So I sandwiched myself between the two and started dancing with them. I stroked their cocks over their underwear, and as soon as they got really hard, I pulled off their underwear. They had really good dicks, and a loud gasp came out of every girl’s mouth when I did that. They all started biting their lips, and then I applied some frosting on one of their dicks and went close to Natasha. I pushed his dick in front of her face. We all shouted, “Suck it, suck it!” She finally gave in and sucked off the frosting of his dick. Meanwhile, the other girls started having fun as they played with the other guy’s hard cock. After a lot of fun and kinky stuff that was tried by all of us, it was finally time to call it a day. We were all covered in glitter and frosting and whatnot! Natasha was given a cumshot to the face as a gift for the bride. She enjoyed it thoroughly, and meanwhile, one of the girls ended up going home with the stripper. It was a crazy day, but now we were tired and drunk and needed some rest. So we left for our villa. The girls went ahead while I was trying to get rid of a stone in my heels. I stopped to take it out, and when I looked up, they were gone. The villa was just a few meters away. So I went ahead and rang the bell. To my surprise, a French guy opened the door. I asked him what he’s doing in our villa, to which he corrected me, saying that our villa was the one down the road and not this one. I apologized and was a little embarrassed but drunk enough to not act on it. “Crazy night, huh?” He said in his sexy French accent. “Yes, it was!” I replied. “Are you the girls who are here for the bachelorette party?” He asked. “That’s us!” I replied with enthusiasm. “Oh wow. So it is true then,” he said softly. I asked him what did he mean by that. He hesitated but then answered, saying, “A lot of the tourists have been talking about a group of sexy girls who are here for a bachelorette party. One of my friends saw you all, and he hasn’t shut up about your beauty ever since.” I blushed a little. “I’m sorry if that’s weird,” he said. “Not at all. We are indeed sexy,” I replied as I did a small pose for him. Clearly, the drinks were one too many for me that night. He asked if I wanted to come in, and I agreed. We got in, and he made me some coffee. It was much needed after a tiring day and a crazy hangover. We talked a little, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked so sexy. Really fair with blonde hair and hazel eyes. His floral shirt was only buttoned up partially, which showed off some of his well-toned body. I saw him checking me out too. He couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs. So I looked down to find my nipples poking right through my dress. “I’m sorry about that. The drinks and strippers have had an effect on me,” I said. He quickly got back to his senses and apologized. He tried to come up with an excuse but couldn’t. “Sitting here talking with you isn’t helping either,” I added as I looked into his eyes and bit my lips. He got the signal clearly, and he pulled me close and kissed me. Oh, the French and their way of kissing! It is actually true that they are the best kissers as this is definitely the best kiss of my life so far. I was just lost in it. Feeling his lips over mine and his tongue inside my mouth. Those few minutes felt like so much longer. I just didn’t wanna let go of him. He then started rubbing his hand over my bareback. His cold hands tickled me as I moved a little further towards him.