Kendra was super stoked for the festival! She got her ticket the day they went on sale and made sure that she and her friends were among the first to arrive. By Saturday afternoon she was beyond wasted! Bouncing between the stages indiscriminately, she was having the time of her life.
She had lost her top some point after doing a few huge bong rips. Between the sunny weather and massive crowds it was super hot so she didnt mind. Plenty of women were topless and she still had her bikini top on so it wasnt like she stood out. In fact Kendra found herself lamenting she had worn a thong under her skirt instead of bikini bottoms. With how many chicks were in just bikinis Kendra wished she was less clothed too. Instead she accepted a bump of blow and went to one of the stages.
She was rocking and dancing, caught up in the flow of the music and the energy of the crowd. Some hands slapped her ass and more than a few grazed her tits. It was a but annoying but after a couple more shots she didn't care. No one was getting too intimate and the audience was so tight it was really inevitable.
The band on stage started to wrap it up and Kendra found herself headed to the main stage. Others had the same idea of getting there before this act ended and she staggered along with the flow. Looking around Kendra could see none of her friends were with her. Too drunk to go against the flow and find them she decided to keep headed this way. They'd find her eventually.
As Kendra moved to the edge of the flow to try and find a bit of fresher air she almost ran into someone. This chick was wearing more paint than fabric with a pair of pastel fairy wings. Kendra could see the bare skin of the blonde girls shoulders starting to burn and had a moment of thankfulness for her own olive completion and caramel hair.
"Hey cutie, you want to roll for the next act?" The blonde pulled a zip lock from her sequined fanny pack.
"Hell yeah!" Kendra hadn't rolled for months, but took the capsule and washed it down with the last slug of water in her bottle. The fairy girl patted Kendra on the ass as she flitted off and vanished into the crowd. Kendra dropped her empty bottle and let the crowd take her to the stage.
The sun was starting to go down as she arrived. The heat of the afternoon was passing but it was still very warm. The next act hadn't started yet so Kendra found a place to sit down. A few friends found her and they passed a bottle and some joints while they waites. After a while the crowd started to surge and it was clear the band would be starting soon.
As Kendra rejoined the crowd her skin was starting to tingle with drugs. The press of flesh on hers was wonderful and she was glad that her shirt had been discarded. The more of her skin that was touched the more she tingled. As the crowd started to move to the music more bodies rubbed against hers. Kendra threw her arms in the air and swayed her hips to the music and in rhythm to the masses of people around her. Arms and hands brushed her and bodies bumped her and soon she was a delightful mass of pleasureable tingles.
Wapped up in the touch of bodies and the beat of the music it took Kendra a few minutes to realize a pair of hands were lingering on her. Hands that had started on her hips and were now moving upwards across her stomach. It was impossible to turn and see the man behind her as the crowd had grown too tight. She could have lowered her arms and pushed away the strangers touch or pushed off of him and into the crowd. But his hands turned the tingles to sparks that seemed to touch all of her nerves perfectly, so she stayed there and kept swaying to the music.
His hands moved higher as she felt his body grow closer still to her back. His hands found her breasts at the same moment she felt his crotch press against her ass. He must have flipped her skirt because his zipper was touching bare skin. She moved without thought and ground her ass against the bulge appreciating its hard length. Kendra could feel his breath on her ear pick up in response to her motions.