I was so excited. A guy I had been out with a couple of times had asked me to go this motorcycle rally that would include live music, good food and a motorcycle show. I have never been to one of these events, but I had heard that large gatherings of bikers could get a little crazy.
Finally the day arrived and we rode out to the fairgrounds where the rally would be held. The weather was gorgeous: sunny and warm with the temperature in the upper 70s. When we pulled through the gates of the grounds, I could see there was already a good crowd gathered. I would guess there were at least 1,000 people there and more coming in behind us.
My date, Jeff, pulled up in the parking area and indicated we should head over near the make shift stage as he thought the music would be starting soon. We walked over to the already crowded area and found a small empty space to hang out and wait.
I was looking around noticing the crowd was mostly 30 -- 50 year old bikers, both men and women, some in excellent shape and others that were somewhat over weight. Most of the guys had on leather vests and pants while a few of the ladies wore leather bras and pants, but most of the crowd was dressed fairly conservatively.
After about an hour of waiting for something to happen, a trashy looking guy near us in the crowd shouted, "let's get something going on around here... like maybe some babes showing their tits." A cheer rose up from the crowd, but no one made any move to show any skin. At this point, Jeff leaned down and whispered my ear, "I remember when I was a teenager I saw a picture in Sports Illustrated of a woman being carried and stripped by the crowd at Evel Knievel's Snake River Canyon Jump. That picture always gave me a boner," he said with a smile. "It was on page 29 of the Sept 16, 1974 issue," he said proudly. I looked at him and said. "And, are you implying that I should indulge your teen age fetish? No way in hell buster."
While Jeff and I were discussing this, a few brazen babes were popping their boobs out for the crowd to leer and cheer at, but I was shocked that Jeff had brought something like this up since we had only been out a few times. We had only had sex after the last date and that was kind of rushed, because I had to get home and get ready for work.
As the boob flashing continued, I saw Jeff looking at me with an eyebrow cocked higher than the other as if saying, well, how about it? I shook my head at him again. He leaned down and said, "come on. What's the worst that is gonna happen? You get naked in front of a bunch of strangers and probably groped a few times, so what? It has been my fantasy for years to be a part of something like that." As he continued to sell me on the idea I noticed that I was feeling a little turned on. Not that I am an exhibitionist mind you, but I do have a decent body that I am not ashamed of. As I continued to tell him no, my mind started thinking more about the possibility.
After another 5 minutes of holding out, I leaned up to Jeff's ear and whispered, "Ok. I will agree to this, but you will have to keep track of all of my clothes and when this is over, we are immediately leaving. No questions asked. I also expect you to protect me from the over- zealous jerks too, " I told him.