[[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.
