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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
know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

   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 girl friends weren't so keen. 
Satomi likes music and everything, but she had some big assignment coming
up.  Asuna was doing her own thing, and Debbie didn't react 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 continued to hang
around a lot.  I'd vaguely been hinting to him that we should get back
together.  We'd actually made love one night, although I don't think either
of us really knew what to make of that.

   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 these different events on campus and such.  They're
okay guys I guess, but we're not particularly close.  Sven is a bit
friendlier.

   Anyway, the day of the concert 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
sneaking around with no panties on, when no one else knows.

   Just as I finished up rubbing on my sun block, I heard the door bell
ring.  It was Ryosuke with Gus parked in our drive-way.  Ryosuke gave me a
quick kiss, and then escorted me down to the car.  Sven was sitting in the
front seat, and smiled as he eyed me up and down.  I think all of them were
pretty happy to have me there, the one girl in their posse of guys.

   On the car ride there, Sven turned around to tell us about the bands
that would be there.  As he talked, he kept peering down at my crotch,
making me wonder if he could see my pubic hair up the cuff of my shorts.  I
began to regret not wearing panties, but there wasn't much I could do about
it now.

   Soon, we arrived.  The festival grounds were great - this big park with
green grass and picturesque trees all over the place.  Everyone there
seemed to be in such a good mood, dancing, drinking, cheering on the
bands.  The feeling was contagious.  Soon we were all humming along to the
music too.

   There was more than one stage, so you could wander from band shell to
band shell checking out all these different bands.  For the first little
while, we just wandered around, checking out the bands, trying to decide
which one we liked best.  The music was awesome - house mostly, dirty Dutch
bangers, electro house, progressive house - uplifting good time music with
a heavy bass beat.  We found this one band who were really going at it. 
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 vaguely 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, and 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 to see what would
happen.

   Then she did it.  The American girl squealed, and pulled up her
camisole, flashing her bare breasts at the band, I guess.  Her tits were
quite large, and she seemed to be getting a real 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, and the guys who
were watching were all cheering her on.  I started looking around, and
actually, other girls were flashing their breasts too.  It seemed to be
some kind of thing - with this band maybe or at the festival generally.

   Ryosuke noticed me watching, and gave me a funny little grin, motioning
that I should flash my breasts too.  I kind of had mixed feelings.  I guess
it was no big deal since all the girls seemed to be doing it, but it would
be a bit embarrassing to do it with Sven and them watching.

   Ryosuke kept nudging me though, so I started feeling at my breasts
trying to figure out if I even could.  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 other people looking on.

   Sven was pretending not to have noticed all this, but I could see a
faint smile on his lips, so I'm pretty sure he had guessed what Ryosuke had
said to me.  Gus and Margas were staring in the other direction, not really
paying attention to me.  I kept on dancing, but slowly, moved my hands
around to my back, reaching up for the hook in my bra strap, testing to see
if I could undo it without setting people off.  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 quietly, but Ryosuke was grinning
away, and Sven kept glancing over this way.

   Trying to hide behind Ryosuke, I pulled my arms into the crop top
sleeves, so I could get the bra straps off my shoulders, but Sven kept
craning his neck, trying to see what I was doing.  Sven had seen my
wardrobe malfunction at the bare-as-you-dare contest, so I guess he knew I
might be into this kind of thing.  I tried to ignore him as I slipped out
of my bra, and stuffed it into my bag, but he gave me such a look when I
stood back up.  You couldn't even see anything yet, but just knowing that I
was braless seemed to be getting a real rise out of him.

   I just stood there for a while waiting for Sven to stop staring at me. 
He eventually started dancing again, but he kept on watching me out of the
corner of his eye, and eventually, I just thought 'what the heck,' and went
for it anyway.  I yelled out,

   "Woohoo!" and lifted my top way up flashing my perky titties at whoever
happened to be watching.  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 left my tits exposed for quite a while, enjoying the
feeling of the sunshine on them, but soon people started to nudge their
friends to look at me, so I got a bit embarrassed, and covered back up. 
Ryosuke smiled, and whispered,

   "Nice one!" in my ear.  Actually, I felt pretty embarrassed by then, and
kind of wished that people would stop staring at me.

   That particular band finished up their set soon after, so we had to go
looking for another band to watch.  I actually don't think Gus nor Margas
had seem me flash my boobies, but now that I was walking around braless,
they noticed them bouncing, and were whispering to each other about me. 
Ryosuke held me close though, signaling I guess that maybe we kind of still
were a couple after all.

   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.  Maybe they were
students from U.C.L.A.  or Berkeley.  I don't know what it was, but it was
an interesting vibe.  Gus and Margas seemed to notice it too because they
were in a pretty good mood, even though we couldn't find these other girls
Sven had mentioned might be coming.  I'm pretty sure Margas was trying to
strike up something with some of these girls.

   Anyway, we wandered around some more, and eventually, found another band
we liked.  The beat was a bit intense for me, but I was still a bit high
from wandering around braless in front of all these people.  Most everyone
seemed to be into the music though, dancing away, and not really noticing
me.  We pushed our way through the crowd, trying to get a bit closer to the
stage.

   Up near the front, the crowd was so thick that they were lifting up some
of the girls, and holding them above their heads, letting the girls 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 on video.

   Ryosuke looked over at me, and motioned that I should try.  I actually
wasn't so keen - I was still sans bra after all - 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, and it was hard to refuse.

   Anyway, Sven finally kneeled down to give me a boost up, and I put my
hand on his big shoulders, and soon there I was, floating up there 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 kind of stimulating, 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 to the ground.  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 Margas and all these other guys
were just cutting up, playing the fools, so 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 down.  Strangely, they didn't tug at my top -
I guess they hadn't realized I was braless.

   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
might have been drunk or high, but most of the people seemed pretty mellow,
just having a good time.  Part of me was embarrassed and worried, but
another part of me was kind of enjoying the attention, 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 pull my shorts halfway down my bare bottom.  I
let out a huge squeal, and quickly grabbed for the waistband, but the ride
was so bumpy it was hard for me to get a grip to pull my shorts back up.

   I don't know if they were reacting to me, but this wave of excitement
rippled through the crowd sending me hurtling off in a new direction away
from Ryosuke and them.  All these guys were reaching for me now, trying to
squeeze my bare ass while I desperately struggled to pull my tight shorts
back up.  I looked down in horror to see that they'd pulled my waistband
down so far you could almost see my furry bush peeking out.  I was half
panicking of course, but also getting more than a little excited.  Up on
the stage, the band was still playing, but it did seem like they were
looking over this way, curious about me and my half naked body.  I think my
crop top must have flipped up too exposing my naked breasts.  A lot of
people were looking this way now, or trying to get a picture of me with
their cell phones.

   By some stroke of luck though, before anything else could happen, I fell
through the crowd back down to the ground.  Once I'd got my feet on the
ground, I finally managed to pull my shorts back up, and redo my belt,
regaining some modesty.  I looked around trying to figure out who the
culprit was, but everyone was just dancing away, so it was impossible to
tell.

   I made my way back to my group, and just as I came up, I heard Sven say
to Ryosuke,

   "Emi is such a babe."

   Ryosuke just nodded, and didn't really say anything, but that made me
wonder if Sven might have been the one who started to pull 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 after that last close call.  It felt kind of weird when
these famous rock stars up on the stage had been staring over at me.  Maybe
I'd better keep my feet on the ground before anything else happens.

   Ryosuke was being reasonably cool about the whole thing, protecting me,
but he did keep touching me on my waist and backside keeping me excited.  I
ended up coming around in front of him trying to get a better look at the
band up on the stage.  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.  I wasn't really planning on crowd surfing any more, but 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 audacity.  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
actually behind Sven, and seemed to be looking towards the stage.  There
were a few other guys who were glancing over this way, but they seemed
pretty harmless.  I knew I might be playing with fire, but I might have
been a bit horny by then, and in any case, I was pretty sure that Sven
wasn't the guy who had grabbed my shorts in the first place.

   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
watching me intently, fascinated.  Sven was practically drooling at the
prospect of seeing me naked.  I was half tempted to give him a peek, but
there was just too many people around.  I undid the front button of my
shorts, and then leaving the fly like that, half 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 pants me,
but I wasn't as sure about Sven.  He'd done some surprising things to me
before, slinging me over his shoulder for instance, although usually not
when Ryosuke was around.  While I fiddled with my hair, I did a little jig,
to see if my shorts would fall open any more.  Ryosuke and Sven were
wide-eyed, clearly enjoying my little show, but I still felt
self-conscious.

   I finally finished fixing my hair, and did the zipper and button on my
shorts 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.  This was getting more
and more dangerous, but I was kind of enjoying it.  It's hard to explain
why, but just for fun, to tease him some more, I lifted my arms up, nodding
for Sven to try to undo my belt.  With exaggerated care, he pulled the tip
from the loop, and then tightened my belt 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 to the beat.  It must have been
one of their biggest hits which meant that their part of the show was
coming to an end.  Sven waved his hand in front of us, motioning that he
wanted to lift me back up.  I felt for my missing belt, worried, but
Ryosuke shrugged, and soon, Sven took a hold of me, and lifted me back up
on top of the crowd.  Oh oh.  This isn't good.  Without that belt holding
up my shorts, they would be much easier to slide down.

   At first, despite the loudness of the music, Sven and them treated me
gently, holding me up without grabbing at my clothes.  The music though was
getting quite dramatic with all these helicopter noises and ambulance
sirens, and the crowd was really getting off.  Sven knew I was more
vulnerable now, so he tried to keep me near, but the guys around us got a
hold of me again, and were pulling me their way.  Sven grabbed at my ankle
to try to pull me back, but these other guys had a hold on me now, and they
were pulling at my shorts again, imitating what they'd seen the others do
earlier I guess.  Worried, I folded my body in two trying to make myself
heavier, and they finally let me down to the ground.

   They all looked so disappointed, but eventually, they opened a path, so
I could get back to my friends.  I slipped my way through the crowd, and
Sven smiled to see me back.  Gus and Margas hadn't really seen the whole
belt business, and before I could tell them to stop, they lifted me back up
above their heads.

   The music was really whipping up a storm now.  The crowd was going
completely wild with everyone clapping and dancing and waving their arms in
the air.  I should have been worried I guess, but I tried to relax, and go
with it, riding the crowd as best I could.  Soon though, someone got a hold
of my shorts, and started yanking them down.  Without my belt to hold them
up, the waistband had a lot more give, so I grabbed for them, and tried to
hold them up.

   The song came to a peak, but it didn't stop there.  The band had gone
into some kind of extended jam, rocking away even harder than before.  I
almost wondered if they were doing it on purpose, just 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 were growling so deep it sounded like thunder.

   I guess the guys in the crowd knew that the set was coming to an end,
because egged on by the music, whoever it was who'd been yanking on my
shorts was getting really insistent now, tugging at them, forcing them
down.  Luckily, the waistband had gotten caught on my pubic mound at the
front, holding on by a thread.  There was this incredible tension in the
air though, with all these people grabbing at my shorts and crop top, and
me unable to get my balance to stop them.

   Unfortunately though, they finally managed to get a stronger grip, and
suddenly, my shorts slid straight down past my hips and down my legs.  I
lunged for my shorts, but just missed catching them as some guy pulled them
right off.  The crowd let out a roar, partly responding to the music I
guess, but also at the shock of seeing me suddenly naked up on top of the
crowd.

   I turned to find 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.  A lot of
the guys near me reached out to squeeze my bare ass, but luckily, one of
security guys had spotted me, and was heading over this way.

   I flayed around, panicking, and trying to get them to let me down, but
it was hard not to get excited with all these guys touching my naked body. 
The security guard finally made it close enough to convince these guys to
let me back down.  I landed on my bare behind on the grass, in shock and
out of 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, but everyone was still staring at my pussy and bare
behind.  My whole body felt like it was on fire.

   Sven made it over to me first.  He gave me a big grin when he saw what I
was wearing - the guard's jacket and not much else.  Soon though, 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
surrounded by all these guys than anything.  It was pretty intense.  All
the guys were checking me out, staring at my ass or my pitch black pubic
hair.  I felt incredibly confused.  How could this happen?

   Gus and Margas came up behind me, staring at my bare ass, evidently
surprised that I'd lost my clothes.  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 from the excitement.  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, something I don't get to do every day.

   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-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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