Music Festival 2

[[Stories in the [Bad Luck] series are standalone and unconnected except by theme. They can be read in any order]]

I couldn't believe my friends had talked me into this. I am a bit of an exhibitionist, but always in a very small, controlled setting. One night, after a few drinks, my friends had started talking about a music festival we were planning to attend soon and how so often at these you see women flashing or walking around topless. They had been going through various ideas, much to my amusement, when finally one of them mentioned how often they will have body painting booths and women will get a design done on their chest so they can be topless while still having some small bit of covering.

I don't know what came over me but I just said how this was missing out on an opportunity. How I would just strip completely naked and let the artist come up with something. How freeing and erotic it would be to know that I was around hundreds or thousands of people and unless they were close enough to really look, they'd never know that I didn't have a stitch of clothing on, just a thin layer of paint. Just the thought made me wet.

But it was just a fantasy, I'd never actually do it. But my friends were fascinated with the idea and kept encouraging me until finally they came up with a suggestion. If they could raise enough money to donate a thousand dollars to my favorite charity, would I do it? Feeling confident I claimed that was too easy, but if they raised five thousand I'd do it and let them document it for all the donors to see.

They started asking my friends, neighbors, and even my colleagues - many of which knew how free I was with my body and had already seen me exposed in some fashion through more mundane settings. But some who never had gotten the opportunity. To my surprise they raised well over the goal in a weekend. The people who donated all encouraging me positively as well as expressing how much they were looking forward to the pictures and videos so they could live vicariously through me.

So here I was, standing in a tent near the entrance to the festival handing over every stitch of clothing including my shoes to one of my friends to keep in their backpack for safe keeping. Then I stood there, arms wide and legs spread as one of the artists came up with the design that would be my only covering for the whole day as my friends captured it all on their phones to share later. My nipples had never been so hard and I was worried that I was so excited that he wouldn't be able to get the design to stick to my crotch. The fantasy playing out in my head of instead moving the production outside, where all the people streaming into the event could watch didn't help temper my arousal any.

He kept it very simple, which almost made it more believable, painting a modest purple flowered bikini on me. Something about the designs and different colors doing a better job to obscure the hints that it was only paint, or so he told me. We stood outside afterwards and I struck a variety of poses for my friend's phones. I was so confident in my covering that I let them take multiple shots with my legs splayed open obscenely, something I would never do normally. But it turned me on so much I had to call an end to it before I ended up rubbing the paint off my crotch by jilling myself right there at the main entrance. I was enjoying this a little too much, causing me to be less risk averse than I might normally be.

I got lots of compliments about my outfit, especially after a few people realized it was only paint, and posed for tons of pictures with people. To the point where some of the paint started to be rubbed off by the people jostling beside me for the photos making the illusion less believable. My friends suggested I get dressed or at least head back and get a touch up before continuing on but one of my favorite bands was just about to start on one of the back stages and my arousal was clouding my judgment so I declined and headed back to catch the performance. What I didn't notice was my friend who had my clothes ended up going to see a different act, something that would end up adding to my misfortune later.

The two friends that did come with me joined me near the front where we danced provocatively in full view of the band. I grinded up against each of them and jumped around in excitement as I reveled in the fact that my secret crush, the drummer, was getting to see me in all my glory and he had no idea. This continued to degrade my costume to the point where it was almost obvious. I didn't really care though as often the band would call women up to the stage to dance next to them and I was able to catch my crush's eye apparently as he pointed me out to their security.

It was like my ultimate fantasy playing out. I was getting to seductively dance for my crush and an entire crowd wearing nothing but a smile and a bit of paint. I was so wet I was afraid to look down as I was sure I was washing away the paint there. I also started cupping my breasts and twisting my nipples, furthering my arousal. I knew I'd have to stop soon before I was really in trouble as what few inhibitions I possessed were already melting away. Fate had different plans though as at that moment the skies which had been slowly growing dark opened up and poured rain down upon us.

The band and crew scrambled to protect the equipment but lost in a haze of lust I just stood starfished on the stage, legs apart and arms out, as the cool water poured over me. Eyes closed and lost in the sensation of what felt like a million fingers caressing my skin it didn't even cross my mind that this might cause a problem for me. Only when the catcalls started did it occur to me that anything might be amiss. Opening my eyes and looking down with a sense of dread I realized that the paint was either not waterproof or I'd just done too much damage to it. The rain pouring down my body had taken my only covering with it and I was now completely exposed to everyone.

I'm not sure what it says about me that my first thought was not humiliation but exhilaration. It had always been a fantasy of mine to just expose myself to a huge crowd of people, but I'd never been brave enough to do it. Now I could act it out and when it became too much I could just get my clothes back from my friend and cover up. The downpour finally trailed off, letting me look down and spot my two friends who stood with their hands over their mouths in shock. But not enough shock that they'd forgotten to have their phones up documenting my exposure. It was only then that I noticed that my friend with my clothes wasn't there.

Climbing down off the stage, giving an indecent show in the process, I worked my way over to them. There they shared the fact that they'd been trying to get ahold of our other friend, but service was spotty in the remote area where the festival was held and they hadn't been able to. So we'd have to just work our way over to where we thought they were and hope for the best. Easy for them to say as while their outfits were sticking to them, leaving little to the imagination, I had nothing to cover me.

I know I should have been embarrassed. I had hundreds of eyes looking at me and seeing every part of my body. But as I said this had always been a fantasy I desired to act out but just hadn't had the courage. Now fate had given me the opportunity and I was enjoying it, perhaps a little too much. My juices were dripping down my thighs, making them slick. I was glad it had just rained since it wasn't immediately obvious that the moisture was my own. My nipples were excited and sensitive, begging for attention. Which was difficult to ignore as my mind began to focus on how powerless and exposed I was.

Until I could find my friend, there was no way for me to cover my intimate places. What if it took hours? Or what if we didn't find them and just had to wait out by the van until they showed up? The friend with my clothes also had the keys, so we wouldn't even be able to hide inside just stand around as the entire festival walked by leering at me. My arousal was further ratcheted up as I began to look around and notice that unlike other festivals I'd been to, no one else seemed to be in any stage of undress. So I stood out even more as the only one naked, attracting more attention and turning me on even more.

I knew we had to move before I lost control and just started going to town on myself. The idea of being exposed was in the plan, but not to jill myself off for an audience. Plus while they may not be able to get a connection to share them right now, if I did debase myself like that, who knows how many people would have evidence of it and later be able to share it beyond my control? So while the temptation to just give in and touch myself fought with my better judgment, I was able to reign it in and we began to head to where we thought our other friends would be.

I tried to project confidence. Keeping my back straight, which really only thrust my chest out drawing more attention to my rock hard nipples. I kept my hands at my side, proudly displaying my body to every gaze. All the while my exposure stoked my libido. All the hungry gazes down my body. Every phone pointed at me, expanding the reach of my later exposure. The wind whipping across areas normally covered, titillating and caressing them softly. My toes sinking into the cool, moist ground. My friend's hands on my behind to guide me, as I was entranced by the sensations and began to slow down. My breath hitching as I grew more and more stimulated. My body warming not just from the afternoon sun but the need bubbling inside me growing harder to ignore.

My friends persisted in dragging me along, even as I began to give in to my desires, begging them to let me slip off to an alcove and take care of the heat spreading inside me. Thankfully they protected at least some of my modesty, knowing that there was no real privacy to be found, and the sounds of me getting myself off would surely draw a crowd. While my lust filled mind suddenly had no problem with that, they knew I would regret it later especially since it would be recorded and shared far beyond my control.

We didn't end up finding them at the other stage, but we did get enough signal for us to receive a text that they'd meet us at the van. Much to my friend's amusement the thought of being able to get away from prying eyes inside the van and finally be able to take care of my needs spurred me into action. I practically dragged them along behind me, running towards the parking lot, causing quite a sight I'm sure as my unrestrained breasts bounced delightfully attracting even more eyes to me.

Practically breathless, mainly from excitement, I waved off the clothes being offered from my friend and ordered her to just drive as we climbed inside. She shrugged and acquiesced. I sat in the middle of the back seat and the minute we started moving my legs were spread with my fingers between them, not caring who saw me at that point. All my friends besides the driver giggled and had their phones out, recording my debauchery but I was only focused on getting off. One hand rubbing my clit furiously while the other flicked inside my inflamed slit. Back arched, crotch thrusting in the air, nipples painfully erect atop heaving bosoms, as I moaned shamelessly. A carnal display of uninhibited lust, focused solely on pleasure and satiating my long denied need.

My eyes opened, suddenly making me aware not only of what a show I was putting on but that they were all recording it and would soon share it with everyone I knew. My neighbors, people I worked with, even my mailman would all know exactly how I like to touch myself and what I look like when I cum. My most private moment, served on demand, all due to poor planning and a little bit of bad luck. I should have been ashamed but it freed me. Once they saw me this depraved it would be like my mask had dropped and I could indulge in my exposure and pleasure any time I chose. Thoughts of taking advantage of this freedom in creative and wanton ways drove me over the edge. My back arched a final time as my toes curled into the floor of the vehicle, my eyes closing again as I wailed in satisfaction before finally collapsing in a disheveled and satiated heap.

My misfortune was a boon. This had all gone far past what I imagined but I had zero regrets, only a strong desire to indulge in increasingly shameful and scandalous ways in service of my pleasure.

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