Part 9
When Thursday came around Ryan and Marcus said they had a surprise for me. They had got tickets for us all to a music festival somewhere on the Norfolk coast. It was a mixed bag of rock, reggae, and folk and we were leaving later that afternoon. I was overjoyed and got on with packing. Marcus told me to bring my tent, he and Ryan were going to share another. I was actually slightly disappointed at that! But never mind, there may well be opportunities for naughtiness!
We got there in the late afternoon and got set up. It wasn't a massive festival by any means but there was obviously quite a few thousand people there of all age groups and persuasion. There were two main stages and about four smaller ones. We all wandered off after unpacking and sat outside one of the beer tents for a while with some drinks looking through the programme and ticking off who we wanted to see. There were no main bands on tonight as it didn't officially start until tomorrow, so there was just some rather impromptu performances dotted around the site with people on guitars or drumming. There was a really nice friendly atmosphere, and I really loved it, and it was the first festival I had been too, so I was really excited.
Marcus and Ryan were watching a group of people all drumming, and I said I would catch them later as I wanted to look around more. I wandered around for quite a while looking at all the stalls of clothes and music and lots of food and then queued up for another drink. It was obviously filling up rapidly by now and the queue seemed endless. I stood there for about 15 minutes and got chatting to two slightly older guys behind me, or rather, they started talking to me. They were an odd couple of blokes, part of a group of 6 folk enthusiasts they said. They introduced themselves, Mark was quite short in an old chequer shirt and shorts with short dark hair which looked dyed, and thinning on top, and Graham was a bit taller maybe 5" 9', and a bit camp, grey hair down to his shoulders and jeans and black t-shirt and denim jacket with a lanky figure and they were both about mid 50s I would guess, and there I was in just my usual t-shirt and cardigan and denim skirt and sandals. They were kind of geeky and didn't seem to fit into the usual crowd somehow, but then I guess I didn't particularly either.
I found them slightly creepy, they kept staring at my breasts as we spoke, but I also found it kind of humorous, and oddly, slightly arousing. Their confidence seemed to grow with me however as we continued to speak waiting endlessly in the queue, and they were smiling at me as they leered slightly. Then it started to rain, not heavily at first but enough to put a dampener on things and I held my cardigan up over my head which also allowed them a much better view of my large breasts, a sight which they took great delight in. As the rain became a bit heavier Graham suddenly said.
"Oh, God, we could die of thirst here, if we don't drown first, we have beers in the chiller back at the tent, why don't we just go back there until this blows over, Graham?"
"Yes, OK. Jane, would you like to join us, save you getting...all wet?"
He said looking down at the rain spots on my yellow t-shirt. It seemed pretty obvious what they were suggesting, and I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly felt the urge to do something a bit more risqué. They were a bit weird, but I didn't find them at all threatening.
"OK, then, why not, thanks Graham."
I said, blushing slightly as I looked at them and smiled shyly. Graham's face looked a picture, he looked overjoyed and amazed, and he flashed a look at Mark who raised his eyebrows slightly looking equally like he couldn't believe his luck.
"Oh, lovely!" Said Mark, "it's just 5 minutes away."
He said pointing up the slight hill. As we walked the rain increased quite dramatically and a communal sigh went up all over the site as people rushed for cover. By the time we got back to their tents we were all pretty wet, and my t-shirt was sticking to my breasts. There seemed to be a number of tents in a little circle, and we ducked into one as Graham opened the flap for me and I crawled in closely followed by Mark and Graham, in fact so closely I could feel Mark's breath on the back of my bare legs which gave me a little shock of excitement. I plonked myself down and turned to face them as I blushed again, and we all shook as much of the rain off ourselves and they looked at me as we all huddled quite close together in what must have been a two man tent at best.
Mark opened the chiller and handed round 3 beers. We opened them and all took a swig and set them down.
"Oh, poor Jane, you are wet through! You better take that top off!"
Said Graham, and he took off his jacket and leant behind me and pulled out a towel handing it too me and I dried my face and hair and took off my cardigan which was pretty wet, but the front of my t-shirt was soaked but I felt quite reticent about taking it off in front of these two strangers. They both just sat there looking at me and taking the odd swig of their beers as I blushed back at them feeling a little vulnerable. Then Graham suddenly announced,
"Oh, my jeans are wet through I better get these off."
And to my surprise that's exactly what he did, and then he sat back cross-legged like the rest of us in his blue y-fronts with quite a bulge at the front and I could just make out the tip of his cock poking at the material. The rain continued to pour down, and we could clearly hear it hammering against the tent.
"My goodness, that's not going to let up any time soon, looks like we are stuck here for a while."
Announced Graham looking quite happy about it, and Mark glanced at him and smiled conspiratorially.
"Jane dear, I don't want to seem like an old nag, but I really think you should take that t-shirt off its soaking, you'll catch your death."
He said a little dramatically.
"Yes, you're soaked to the skin, Jane. I think I need to get these wet things off too."
Said Mark, as he removed his shirt although he had a t-shirt on underneath but then he lowered his shorts too revealing his white pants and I took a sly look as he sat up again as his cock and balls shifted beneath his underwear. He caught me looking and I was quite embarrassed, but Graham then chipped in again.
"Jane, what would your parents say if you go home with pneumonia! Come on, take that wet shirt off."
Well I guess this is what the two of them were going to call a perfect storm! Here I was stuck in the tent with these two creepy guys, and I confess I was starting to find it oddly erotic, after all I had always enjoyed stripping for various men, why not these two I thought. So I just swallowed, and I looked over at them both as they watched avidly as I put my hands down to the bottom of my wet t-shirt. Their eyes followed with eager anticipation as I lifted it up with some difficulty as it kept sticking to me. It got a bit stuck over my face with my arms up in the air as I tried to shift it, and I realised my large breasts in my half-cup bra would now be on show to them and the devil in me pretended to get it completely stuck as I mumbled and cursed slightly as I feigned being unable to shift the wet garment as I flapped around in front of them.
"Let me help, dear!"
I heard Graham say, and I felt him pulling on my t-shirt until it finally lifted off me skimming up my face and throwing my hair all over the place so I couldn't see for a moment. I picked up the towel and brushed my hair away drying my face and then rubbed the towel all over my breasts in my bra making them giggle invitingly. I glanced up to see two startled rabbits in the headlights as they stared in awe at my breasts, and I smiled and started to deliberately brush the towel over my breasts again moving them up and down and tickling my nipples as they began to stiffen.
I put the towel down making no effort to hide myself from them and brazenly picked up my beer and took a swig then sat back straightening my back and allowing my breasts to stick out, not to mention my nipples which were now quite prominent and poking against the material quite obscenely.
"My word, Jane! You are truly blessed!"
Said Graham with genuine admiration as he ogled me. I just smiled back at them both and saw Mark quietly licking his lips as he stared at my tits. The tension mounted suddenly, and we could all feel the sudden change in the tent as we sat so close, and I glanced down at Graham as he adjusted his cock in his pants and Mark now did the same. I must say Graham's cock was looking quite promising as it tented against his underwear, and he at least made no effort to hide his excitement from me.
"Well, whatever shall we do next?"
