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 At a Music Festival

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
learn more about my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   A couple of summers ago, this guy Sven suggested we all check out this
electronic dance music festival that was coming up.  I knew Sven from
Hernando's, the pub in Oceanview with the bare-as-you-dare event on
Thursdays.  Sven is tall and blonde with wide shoulders.  He isn't actually
Swedish, but he dyes his hair blonde to look cool I guess.  The way he
talks, he kind of reminds of a surfer, but I don't think he ever comes to
the beach.  He always seems to be out clubbing, trying to 'get lucky,' or
so he tells us.

   Anyway, we bumped into Sven one night at Hernando's, and he started
going on about how great this festival was going to be.  It was to be held
in a big outdoor park not far from Oceanview on a grassy peninsula that
juts out into the Pacific.  According to Sven, it was supposed to be a big
deal with all these famous bands and DJs coming.  The ads were calling it
the new Woodstock.

   My ex(?)boyfriend Ryosuke was interested, and Sven's other friends, Gus
and Margas, said they would come, but my female friends weren't coming. 
Satomi likes music and everything, but she had some big assignment coming
up.  Asuna was doing her own thing, and Debbie just sat there quiet when I
told her about it.  Sven used to bring a girl with him when we went
clubbing sometimes, but she was away, so it ended up being just me and four
guys - Sven, Ryosuke, Gus and Margas.

   Ryosuke and I were theoretically on a break, but we still hung out.  I
think both of us were leaning towards getting back together.  We'd actually
made love one night, although I didn't know quite what to make of that.  He
hadn't said much of anything, so I just let it be for now.

   Gus is a tall slim Anglo guy with his own car, and Margas is a slick
Indian operator who always seems to be hitting on different women
(including me).  Gus actually lives in the same frat as my friend Fujiko,
and I knew Margas from different events.  They're okay guys, but we're not
particularly close.  I get along better with Sven I guess.

   Anyway, the day of the concert soon rolled around.  It was warm and
sunny, so I dressed light: sandals, sunglasses, cream-colored cargo shorts,
a red bandana on my head tied like a hat, and this yellow and green crop
top with a picture of the sun on the front.  I wore a white lace bra, but
no panties.  Looking back, I guess I should have worn some panties, but it
was hot out, and I didn't think anyone would find out.  I have to admit it
is a bit of a buzz wandering around with no panties on.  Feels a bit
breezey, adventurous, wild.

   Anyway, just as I finished up rubbing on my sun block, I heard the door
bell ring.  It was Ryosuke.  I could see Gus's car behind him parked in our
drive.  Ryosuke leaned over, and kissed me - in California, people do that
I guess - and then took my hand, and led me down to the car.  Maybe we
weren't a couple officially yet, but I guess Ryosuke wanted to let the
other guys know that he still had his eye on me, and was not available. 
Sven was up front, and eyed me as I got in.  Single or not, I think all of
them were pretty happy to have me there, the one girl in their posse of
guys.

   On the ride there, Sven told us what bands were coming.  He kept
glancing down between my legs.  I wonder if he can see my bush up the cuff
of my loose cargo shorts.  I should have worn panties, I guess, but there
wasn't much I could do about that now.

   Soon, we arrived.  The festival grounds were great - this big park with
green grass and picturesque trees.  Everyone there seemed to be in such a
good mood, dancing, drinking, cheering on the bands.  I felt it too.  Soon
we were all humming along to the the catchy tunes they were playing.

   There was more than one stage, so you could wander from band shell to
band shell checking out the different bands.  For the first little while,
we just roamed around, listening to the bands, trying to decide which one
we liked best.  The music was cool - house mostly, electro house,
progressive house, "dirty Dutch bangers," Sven told us.  We found this one
band who were really playing up a storm.  Everyone in the audience was on
their feet, hands in the air, bouncing around, really getting into it.  I
started dancing too, and Sven joined in.

   Ryosuke was holding my hand, but something had caught his eye.  I
followed his gaze to see what it was.  It seemed like he was checking out
these three girls standing up in the bleachers to our right.  Two of them
looked Asian.  They were wearing crop tops like me, but the American girl,
a big brunette, had on a black camisole.  Some of the other guys seemed to
be looking at them too, so I kept watching trying to figure out why.

   Then she did it.  The American girl squealed, and pulled up her
camisole, flashing her breasts at the band!  I was so shocked!  She had
quite sizeable breasts, and she seemed to be getting a kick out of showing
them off.  At first, I was surprised because there were, like, thousands of
people around, but the girl herself seemed pretty happy.  I soon realized
there were other girls flashing their breasts too.  It seemed to be a
thing...  with this band maybe...  or at the festival generally?  I guess
the singer was kind of sexy - spikey hair, pasty skin, goth-like.  I liked
their music, a bit angsty, but passionate.

   Ryosuke noticed me gawking at the girls, and grinned, motioning that I
should flash my breasts too.  I kind of had mixed feelings.  I guess it was
no big deal - a lot of girls were doing it - but it would be kind of
embarrassing to do it with Sven and them right here.  What would they
think?

   Ryosuke kept nudging me though, so I started touching my breasts trying
to figure out how this would work.  I was wearing a bra under my crop top.
My bra was actually pretty tight, so I didn't know if I could pull it up
without undoing it.  I reached up inside my top, and felt the straps, but
they were pretty snug.  I looked around wondering if I should risk undoing
my bra right here with all these people looking on.

   Sven was watching the stage, but there was a faint smile on his lips. 
Had he overheard?  Gus and Margas were staring off in the other direction.
I kept on dancing, but slowly, moved my hands around to my back, reaching
up for the hook in my bra strap.  That particular bra is kind of hard to
undo, so I struggled with it, but finally got it open.  I squatted down,
still trying to do this without setting people off, but Ryosuke was
grinning away, and Sven kept glancing over this way.

   I hid behind Ryosuke, and pulled my arms into the crop top sleeves, so I
could get the bra straps off my shoulders.  Sven was watching me quite
intently now.  I guess he saw me at the bare-as-you-dare contest, so he
kind of knew I might pull something like this.  I slipped out of my bra,
and stuffed it in my bag, but Sven gave me such a look when I stood back
up. I don't think you could see my nipples yet, but he looked pretty up in
arms at my ditching my bra.

   I just stood there for a while waiting for Sven to stop staring.  He
eventually started dancing again, but he kept glancing over.  Eventually, I
just thought 'what the heck,' and went for it anyway.  I yelled out,

   "Woohoo!" and lifted my top flashing them all.  Sven gave me a big
smile, and some guys were laughing and applauding, but actually, people
didn't seem as surprised as you might expect.  I held my top up for quite a
while, enjoying the feel of the breeze, but soon people started to nudge
their friends to look at me, so I covered back up.  Ryosuke smiled, and
whispered,

   "Nice one!" in my ear.  I felt pretty embarrassed, 'cause now quite a
few people were staring.

   That particular band finished up their set soon after, so we headed out,
looking for another.  I actually don't think Gus nor Margas saw when I
flashed, but somehow they knew something was up, and started whispering and
pointing at my breasts.  Ryosuke pulled me closer though, trying to get
them to back off.

   One thing I noticed as we walked around is that there seemed to be an
awful lot of good-looking people at the festival.  People weren't that
dressed up or anything - they were just in jeans and t-shirts, but it was
just that a lot of them had a healthy aura about them.  They'd give me a
broad smile when we passed.  I wasn't sure why they seemed so happy.  I
kept wondering if they'd seen my flash, but I think they were just happy.
Gus and Margas seemed pretty cheerful too, hitting on some of the girls
with silly pickup lines.

   Anyway, we wandered around some more, and eventually, found another band
we liked.  The beat was a bit intense, but I was still high from flashing.
The people here were focused on the stage, dancing away, not really
noticing me.  We pushed our way through, trying to get a bit closer to the
stage.

   Up near the front, we could see the crowd holding these girls above
their heads, letting them crowd surf.  The guys would lift the girl up, and
then she'd stretch out on this sea of hands letting the crowd carry her.  I
guess I'd seen this kind of thing before in a video somewhere.

   Ryosuke looked over at me, and motioned that I should try.  I wasn't so
keen - my bra was still in my purse - but Sven was like,

   "Yeah, you've got to try!"

   I laughed, and tried to get them to stop, but Gus and Margas said they'd
help.  It was hard to convince them that it wasn't such a good idea .

   Sven kneeled down to give me a boost up.  I put my hand on his big
shoulders, and soon there I was, floating up above the crowd on this sea of
hands.  At first, it felt really weird.  All these different guys had their
hands on my back, my hips or my ass, and even if they weren't trying to
feel me up, it still felt weird, like this all over body massage by
multiple guys.

   It's actually kind of hard to balance up there, and soon, I fell back
down.  Sven and them all insisted that they were starting to get the hang
of it, so they lifted me up again.  I threw my arms up in the air, joking
around, pretending like I was flying, which was all well and good, but
soon, I felt this tugging feeling on my cargo shorts.  I looked down,
trying to see who was doing it, but in all the confusion, I couldn't really
tell.

   Pretty clearly though, someone was trying to get a hold of my shorts,
and pull them down.  I'd actually done my belt up pretty tight, but
somehow, whoever it was had managed to get a grip on my waistband, and I
could feel my shorts slipping.  They didn't tug at my top though.  I guess
they hadn't realized I was braless yet.

   I reached down to pull my shorts back up, but it was kind of hard to
balance, bobbing up and down on top of all these different hands like that.
I kept falling down, but they'd just lift me back up, and start pulling at
my shorts again.  It was hard to blame anyone.  Some of them must have been
drunk or high, but most of the people seemed pretty mellow, just fooling
around.  Part of me was embarrassed and worried, but another part of me was
kind of enjoying the feel of their hands, a bit excited by it all.

   On this one lift, though, whoever it was got a real good grip on my
belt, and somehow managed to yank my shorts way down.  My butt cheeks
popped out, and I let out a huge squeal.  I grabbed for the waistband, but
they were all rocking me up and down, making it hard to balance.

   I'd gotten caught in this wave of hands that pulled me off in a new
direction away from Ryosuke.  As I came closer, guys would reach up and
grab my ass.  I was desperately trying to pull my shorts back up, but the
belt was so tight, they'd could of got stuck half way down my ass.  I
looked down in horror to see my furry bush peeking out.  Up on the stage,
the band was still playing, but they'd noticed me, and were kind of peering
over this way.  While I was struggling with my shorts, some guy grabbed my
top exposing my breasts.  I was half panicking by then, unable to get my
balance, so I could fix my clothes.  It was a complete nightmare.

   Soon though, the guys lost their grip, allowing me to slip through back
down to the ground.  They all stared at me, but eventually I managed to
pull my shorts back up.  I looked around trying to figure out who had
pulled my shorts down, but they were all just motioning for me to dance
with them, unconcerned.

   I picked my way through the crowd back to my group, and just as I came
up, I heard Sven say to Ryosuke,

   "Emi is such a babe."

   I blushed to hear this.  I hadn't really meant to show anyone my body,
but Sven and them were obviously getting a real kick out of it.  I felt
flattered in a way, but also began to wonder if Sven was the one who'd
pulled my shorts down.  I didn't think so, but it was hard to know for
sure. Sven wanted to say something to me, but I hid behind Ryosuke, feeling
embarrassed and more than a little horny.  It felt kind of weird when these
famous rock stars up on stage had been staring over at me.  I'd better keep
away from Sven and them before they lift me up again.

   Ryosuke was reasonably cool about the whole thing, shielding me, but he
did keep touching me on my backside making it hard to stay calm.  I ended
up coming around in front of him trying to get a better look at the band.
Ryosuke put his arms around me from behind, rocking me back and forth to
the music.

   Soon, I noticed Sven staring at my belt, wondering I guess how to get it
undone.  Just to tease him, I showed him.

   "You would have to pull the end of the belt out of this loop here," I
pointed, "and then, tighten the belt, so you could get this prong out."

   Ryosuke chuckled, amused by my cheekiness.  I was just joking of course,
but Sven was up for it, and played along.

   "How do you do it again?" he asked, obviously quite interested.

   I looked around to see who all else was watching.  Margas and Gus were
watching the band.  There were a few other guys glancing over this way, but
they looked fairly innocuous.

   I pulled the tip of the belt out, tightened it, and then undid it,
trying to pretend like I was just adjusting it.  Ryosuke and Sven were both
staring at me, clearly picturing me naked.  I was half tempted to give them
a peek, but there was just too many people around.  I undid the front
button of my shorts, and then leaving the fly open, I got out a rubber
band, and gathered up the hair on my head to make a ponytail.

   I knew that Ryosuke was probably too much of a gentleman to pull down my
shorts, but I wasn't as sure about Sven.  He'd done some surprising things
before.  I fiddled with my hair, and wiggled my hips, letting my short inch
open.  Ryosuke and Sven were wide-eyed, clearly enjoying my little show,
but I was more worried about the other guys.

   I finally finished fixing my hair, zipped up my fly, and did the button
back up.  I did up my belt again, but Sven's eyes were dancing, and he
playfully asked,

   "Can I try?"

   I looked over at Ryosuke, but he just shrugged.  I knew I was playing
with fire, but I nodded for him to go ahead.  To tease Sven, I lifted my
arms up, nodding for him to undo my belt.  With exaggerated care, he pulled
the tip from the loop, and then pulled my belt tight as I'd shown him.  He
got the belt undone at the first try, but instead of redoing it, he pulled
it out of the loops in my shorts.

   "Heyyy!" I objected.  Sven didn't listen though, and stashed my belt
away in his bag.  I gave Ryosuke a peeved look, but he just motioned for me
to stop sulking, and enjoy the concert.  I felt a bit worried now.  Without
that belt to hold up my shorts, it would be easier to slide them down, but
Ryosuke cooed gently in my ear trying to reassure me.  Eventually, I gave
up, and turned back to the band to listen.

   A couple of songs later, the band started into this driving anthem that
had the whole crowd up in arms, rocking out.  It must have been one of
their biggest hits.  Sven waved his hand in front of my face, motioning
that he wanted to lift me back up.  I felt for my missing belt, worried,
but Ryosuke shrugged, and before I could stop him, Sven took a hold of me,
and lifted me back up.  Oh oh.  This isn't good.  Both my top and my shorts
were only loosely clinging to my body now.  I felt so exposed it wasn't
funny.

   At first, Sven, Ryosuke and them treated me gently, just holding me up
in the air.  The band was really starting to go for it though.  We could
hear helicopter noises and sirens, and the crowd was going wild, lapping it
up.  Sven tried to keep me near, but the guys next to us got a hold of me
again, and were pulling me away.  Sven grabbed at my ankle to try to get me
back, but he lost his grip, and I got swept away.  Pretty quickly the new
guys figured out that my shorts were looser now, and began pulling them
down.  I quickly folded in two, managing to slip between then, and make it
to the ground.

   They looked kind of guilty, but they did open up a path, so I could get
back to Ryosuke and them.  Sven smiled when I came back in sight.  Gus and
Margas hadn't seen Sven take off my belt.  Before I could tell them no,
they lifted me back up.

   The music was really cooking now.  People were just doing whatever swept
up in the groove.  I tried to go limp, and slip down again, but the guys
had a better hold on me now, and up I stayed.  Someone got a hold of my
shorts, and started yanking them down.  I held on to them as best I could,
but without my belt though, it was almost impossible.  It seemed like
everyone was staring at me, this foolish girl up here with barely anything
on.

   I thought the song was going to end, but the band had gone into some
kind of extended jam, almost as if they wanted to see what would happen to
me.  The singer was really singing his heart out,

   "I want to feel the changes ...  turn me in ...  Now is my time!" The
guitars and bass were growling so deep it sounded like thunder.

   Egged on by the music, some guys grabbed my wrists, and pulled them away
from my shorts, making me let go.  Other hands dove in, tugging and yanking
at the waistband pulling it down.  By some stroke of sheer dumb luck, the
waistband had gotten caught on my pubic mound.  I think people could see my
butt cheeks - I could definitely feel hands on my butt, tickling me and
getting me hot - but the shorts held firm.  There was this incredible
tension in the air.  All eyes were on me, wondering how long I could hold
on.

   Unfortunately though, it was hopeless.  Some guy had figured out where
my button was, and reached up undoing my fly.  I pulled my hands free, and
lunged for my shorts, but too late.  The guys had yanked them down, and now
everyone was staring at my exposed bush perched up on top of this massive
throng out for all to see.  The crowd let out a roar, partly responding to
the music I guess, but also at the shock of seeing me suddenly naked.

   I turned looking for Ryosuke, but I'd drifted quite far from them.  I
tried to keep my crop top down over my breasts, but they'd got a hold of
that too, and were dragging it up, leaving me almost totally naked.  It
seemed like everyone was reaching for me trying to touch this bare naked
girl.

   I flayed around, trying to get them to let me down, but truth to tell,
it was hard not to get excited.  Can you imagine a hundred hands all
reaching out, desperate to touch, to get a feel of sweet little me?  I was
starting to space out, too excited to even react any more.  It was only
when a security guard came over, shouting at everyone to let me down, that
it sank in what was happening.

   The guys who were holding me, slowly let me down, but whoever had a hold
of my croptop wouldn't let go.  The security guard barked at him, but I was
too far gone to resist, and soon they'd pulled that off too.  I landed on
my bare behind on the grass, dazed, out of breath, and naked save my shoes.

   Once I'd caught my breath, I scanned around for my shorts, but I swear
there was no sign of them anywhere.  The security guy helped me stand back
up, and draped his jacket across my shoulders.  That was nice of him, but
actually, it wasn't that long, and the guys around us were still gawking at
my pussy and bare behind.  I felt so humiliated.  My whole body felt like
it was on fire.

   Sven was the first to emerge from the madness of the crowd.  He looked
down dumbfounded at my pussy, trying not to smile too much.  I knew I
should cover up, but they'd all seen me now.  Perhaps feeling guilty, Sven
started looking around for my shorts, calling for Ryosuke and Margas to
help.  I was shivering - more from the shock of standing here naked than
anything.  I felt so confused.  Where on earth had my clothes got to?

   Gus and Margas came up behind me, staring at my bare ass.  Margas looked
pretty happy to finally get a look at my goodies.  One of the pranksters
eventually produced my shorts, but they'd gotten a bit dirty.  Ryosuke came
closer, and explained to the security guard that we'd come together.

   "Are you alright?" Ryosuke asked, his eyes full of concern.

   "Yeah, I'm fine," I told him, still shaking.  I was trying to shake the
dirt off my shorts, so I could put them back on, but the guys behind me
kept brushing up against my ass trying to make like it was an accident. 
The security guard growled at them, and eventually, they backed off to give
me some space.

   The song finally ended, and there was this huge roar of applause. 
Folding my shorts for a moment, I joined in on the applause.  The guys
behind me started talking though, finding it weird how comfortable I seemed
standing here naked, so I finally pulled my shorts back on.

   The security guard asked me over and over if I was okay, and offered to
escort me back to their guard station, but I told him I was fine, and gave
him his jacket back.  He honestly seemed more bothered by the whole thing
than I was.  I felt a bit rattled sure, but it had actually been quite the
experience.

   The band disappeared from the stage, and the security guard eventually
headed off back to his post.  Ryosuke and them were standing nearby, but
actually, all these other guys kept coming up to me, asking to take a
picture with me, or complimenting me on my body, or how brave I had been to
crowd surf like that.  I didn't know quite what to make of all this
attention, but I did take a picture with a couple of these guys, and told
them quite honestly that crowd surfing hadn't really been my idea.  One of
them asked me to show them my tits again.  I looked over at Ryosuke, who'd
actually started all this in the first place, but he was like 'whatever,'
so I did give them a quick flash, before scurrying back to Sven and them,
so they could protect me.

   Some of those guys actually followed us around after that, but this was
all getting a bit much, so I asked Ryosuke to take me home.  I think Sven
and them wanted to stay more, but they were all kind of horny for me by
that point, so Gus agreed to drive us all home.

   The car ride was kind of weird.  They all kept peering over at my crop
top and hips, thinking lustful thoughts no doubt.  I'm sure Sven and Margas
wanted to ask me more about how that all had happened, but they didn't want
to pry with Ryosuke right there, so we all just sat in silence mostly. 
Ryosuke insisted that they drop me off at home first, but they all looked
kind of sad to see me go.  That was a really weird day all around.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/