Emi Tsuruta

[PassingbyJ]

Just sharing a writer I found via online.

At a Music Festival
By Emi Tsuruta


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.

[PassingbyJ]

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,

[PassingbyJ]

"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