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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
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   One day in the summer, my ex(?)boyfriend Ryosuke took me to Hernando's,
the pub in Oceanview with the bare-as-you-dare event.  Our friend Sven was
there, and he was all excited about this electronic dance music festival
that was coming up.  Sven knows a lot about the club scene.  I think he
works as a promoter.  He's a tall guy, blonde with wide shoulders.  The way
he talks, he reminds of a surfer, but he never comes to the beach.  He
always seems to be out partying.

   This festival did sound like fun.  It was going to be in a big outdoor
park not far from Oceanview on a grassy peninsula that juts out into the
Pacific.  According to Sven, all these famous bands and DJs were coming.  I
don't know that much about music, but I have met a couple of Japanese DJs
at the Japanese Student Union meetings.  One of them was trying to teach me
the difference between house, techno, trance and all that.

   Ryosuke said he'd come, and Gus and Margas, but I had a tougher time
convincing my girl friends.  Satomi 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 supposed to be 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 Hernando's.  They're okay guys, but 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 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 gave me a kiss, and then led me out to the car.  Maybe we
weren't a couple officially yet, but I guess Ryosuke wanted to let the
other guys know that I was not on the open market.  Sven was sitting in the
front seat, 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 back at me, making wonder what he was looking at.

   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 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 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 largee breasts, and she seemed to get 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, angsty, but passionate.

   Ryosuke noticed me gawking at the girls, and grinned, motioning that I
should flash my breasts too.  I 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 flash with Sven and them watching.  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 be up for 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
surprised that I'd ditched 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 showing them all my breasts.  It felt good
actually, the sun and wind on my bare boobies.  Sven gave me a big smile.
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 feeling 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!" I felt pretty embarrassed, 'cause now quite a few people
were looking at me.

   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 they could tell something had happened.  Ryosuke pulled me
closer though, keeping me safe.  I had no undies on at all, but it was kind
of exciting.

   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.  A lot of them would
smile at us as they walked past.  I kept wondering if they'd seen my flash,
but probably they were just enjoying the festival.  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.  They were playing up a storm, really cooking.  We pushed our way
through the audience, trying to get closer to the stage.

   Up near the front, we could see the crowd lift these girls above their
heads, letting them crowd surf.  The girl would stretch out on this sea of
hands letting everyone 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.  They all wanted me to try.

   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 thighs or my ass.  Even if they weren't trying to feel
me up, it still felt weird, like this all over body massage.

   It's actually kind of hard to balance, 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 on my cargo shorts.  I looked down, trying to see who was
doing it, but in all the confusion, it was hard to 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.

   I reached down to pull my shorts back up, but it was kind of hard to
balance, bobbing up and down on top of the crowd.  I kept falling down, but
Sven kept lifting me back up, and then someone would start pulling down my
shorts again.  Some of them might have been drunk or high, but most of the
people seemed pretty mellow.  Part of me was embarrassed and worried, but
another part of me was kind of enjoying their touch on my skin, 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 squealed.  I grabbed for the waistband, but they were all
rocking me up and down, making it hard to balance.

   The crowd swept me off in a new direction away from Ryosuke.  As I came
closer, new guys would reach up, and feel my ass.  I was desperately trying
to pull my shorts back up, but the belt was so tight, they'd kind of got
stuck half way down my ass.  My waistband had fallen so low, you could
almost see my furry bush.  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 panicking by then.  It was all I could do just to keep covered.

   Soon though, the guys lost their grip, allowing me to slip back down to
the ground.  They were all staring at me, so I quickly pulled my shorts
back up.  I looked around trying to figure out which one of them had been
trying to strip me, but they just motioned for me to dance with them. 
Everyone was into the music, just having a good time.

   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 shielded me from the crowd, but he did keep touching me,
squeezing my bottom.  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 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 at my cheek.  I was just joking of course, but
Sven was up for it, and played along.

   "How do you do it again?" he grinned.

   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 harmless.

   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 shorts
slide 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 Sven to go ahead.  To tease him, 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 just gave me a cheeky grin, and stashed my
belt away in his bag.  I gave Ryosuke a peeved look, but he motioned for me
to watch the band.  I felt a bit worried now.  Without that belt to hold up
my shorts, it would be easier to slide them down.  I looked around worried,
but eventually, turned to listen to the band.

   A couple of songs later, the band started into this driving anthem that
had the whole crowd up in arms, dancing like crazy.  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.  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 music was really starting to pick up though.  We could
hear helicopter noises and sirens.  The crowd was going wild.  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 moving now.  People were flailing their hands in
the air, 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, it was almost impossible.  It seemed
like everyone was staring at me, anxious to see what would happen.

   I thought the song was going to end, but the band had gone into some
kind of extended jam, almost as if they were curious about me too.  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, someone grabbed my wrists, and pulled my hands
away from my shorts, making me let go.  I was frantic by then, desperate to
stop them, but other hands dove in, yanking on my shorts pulling them down.
By sheer dumb luck, the waistband got caught on my pubic mound.  I think
people could see my butt cheeks - I could definitely feel hands on my butt
- but my shorts were still on, hanging by a thread.  The tension was
incredible.  It was like everyone was watching me.  I felt so embarrassed.

   Unfortunately though, it was hopeless.  Some guy below my back, reached
up and around finding the button on my jeans, and undoing it.  I
desparately tried to wrench my hands free, but I was too late.  A whole
bunch of guys yanked my shorts down.  I gazed down in horror, as my fluffy
black bush popped into view.  The crowd let out a roar, maybe for the
music, but more likely at the shock of seeing me stripped naked.

   I was angry and upset of course.  I couldn't believe they pulled off my
shorts, but it was a weird sensation with all these guys fondling my rear,
trying to get me excited.  I turned to look for Ryosuke, but I'd drifted
quite far from them.  I tried to see where my shorts had got to, but some
of the guys were pulling up my crop top now exposing my breasts.  They were
all so excited to see me naked.  Guys were pushing and shoving, crowding
around trying to get a better look, or touch me.

   I flayed around, trying to get them to let me down, but truth to tell, I
was pretty excited.  Can you imagine all these guys reaching out, for a
peek or a feel of sweet little me?  I was starting to lose it, too excited
to think straight.  I arched my back, trying to keep from coming.  It was
only when a big African American security guard came over that it finally
dawned on me that I might be making matters worse.

   The atmosphere was seriously weird though now that I was naked.  A hush
had fallen over the crowd even though the band was still playing.  The
security guard told the guys to let me down, and they reluctantly started
lowering me.  I was trying to keep my croptop, but whoever had a hold of it
wouldn't let go.  I didn't want my top to rip, so I finally raised my arms,
letting the guy take it.  I landed on my bare behind on the grass, in
serious shock, naked save for my shoes.

   The security guy gave me his hand, and pulled me to my feet.  He took
off his own jacket, and draped it around my shoulders.  I appreciated his
kindness, but actually, it wasn't that long, so people could still see my
pussy and bare behind.  I felt a bit calmer now that I was back on solid
ground, but honestly, my whole body felt hot.

   I finally spotted Sven coming this way.  He looked down at my pussy,
shocked as anyone to see me naked.  I knew I should cover up, but it was
almost impossible with just this short jacket.  Sven looked embarrassed.  I
think he was developing a hard on.  I asked him to go find my clothes.  I
couldn't just stand here naked with all these horny guys looking on.  Soon,
Ryosuke came, and then went to look too.

   Gus and Margas showed up behind me.  Margas looked pretty happy to
finally get a look at my ass.  He'd been hitting on me since the Halloween
party at least, and he seemed ecstatic to find me naked.  Actually, a lot
of people were crowding around trying to get a better look at me.

   Ryosuke eventually reappeared with my shorts.  He explained to the
security guard that we'd come together.

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

   "Yeah, I'm OK," I told him, still shivering.  I tried to shake the dirt
off my shorts, but Margas kept brushing up against my rear, trying to make
out like he was being pushed from behind.  The security guard shot Margas a
stern look, and he backed away.

   The song ended, and there was this huge roar of applause.  It was kind
of exciting, being right in the centre of this rejoicing crowd.  I
overheard two guys behind me commenting on my ass.

   "Sweet!"

   I was flattered, and glanced back to show that I could hear them, but
they just grinned.  I knew it was weird though just standing here naked, so
I finally stepped into my shorts.  I wasn't sure which way to face, so at
first I turned my back to the security guard letting him see my bottom.  I
realized this might seem weird, so I ended up turning back to face him,
showing him my pussy instead.  He seemed pretty happy, but he didn't stare
or anything.

   Sven eventually showed up with my crop top.  The security guard offered
to take us back to their guard station, so I could change there, but I told
him I'd be OK.  I was embarrassed, sure, but I felt safe now that Ryosuke,
Sven and the guard were all here.  Everyone was still staring at me, but I
just kind of stood there, hiding my tits with the jacket, taking it all in.

   The band disappeared from the stage.  I had to give the security guard
back his jacket.  I took it off, and handed it to him, hiding my breasts
with my arm.  I turned my back to the guard, but all these other guys
turned to look at my tits.  Once I'd got my top back on, I thanked the
guard for his kindness, and he continued to hover nearby to keep me safe.

   Some guy came up, and asked to take a picture with me.  He asked about
the crowd surfing, so obviously he'd seen.  I took a picture with him, and
explained that the crowd surfing wasn't my idea.  One guy called out for me
to show my tits again.  I looked over at Ryosuke, but he was like
'whatever.' I apologized, and said we had to go, and then scurried off to
join Sven and them.

   Some guys followed us, so I asked Ryosuke to take me home.  I think Sven
and them wanted to stay more, but they wanted to stick with me, so Gus
agreed to drive us all home.

   The car ride was kind of weird.  They all kept peering at my body.  I'm
sure Sven and Margas wanted to ask me more about what happened, but they
held off, not wanting to irritate Ryosuke.  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
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