Body
Surfing
One weekend this last summer Jon took
me to a big out-door concert. I wasn’t really looking forward to it and the
names of the Groups didn’t really mean anything to me. When we got there it
was well into the programme and there were what seemed like millions of people
and a lot of deafening horrible noise.
I was getting quite bored and a
little deaf when Jon pulled me by the hand to one corner of the packed crowd
near the stage. We stood there for a few seconds as Jon looked around, then, as
he pointed to the middle of the crowd, said to one of the group of young men,
“This lady needs to get to her friend over there, can you help?”
One of the men looked at me then said, “Yeh sure, come
here love.” As I moved forward, two of the men grabbed me and lifted me up in
the air.
Everything happened quickly after
that. I was moving slowly, face down, towards the middle of the crowd. The best
bit was the hands. I had no idea who they belonged to, but they were everywhere,
and so was my skirt, top and shoes (all I’d had on). Within 10 or 15 feet all
had been ripped off leaving me naked.
The next few minutes were ecstasy.
Those of you readers who have read some of our other adventures will know that I
just love being naked in front of strangers, and there I was, less than 2 feet
away from dozens of faces; and to make things even better all those hands were
playing with my tits and pussy. I lost count of the number of fingers that went
into my pussy. Needless to say that I came a couple of times before I was
finally lowered to the ground.
When I got my balance I started to
wonder what I was going to do. I was naked in the middle of big crowd of clothed
people. It didn’t take long for me to realise that the people there were more
interested in the music than looking at a naked woman.
After a couple of minutes Jon
appeared and produced another skirt and top out of the bag that he had brought
with him. He apologised for not remembering shoes. He then led me to another
corner of the crowd and the same thing happened. Up I went and had another
similar fantastic experience.
It took Jon a while longer to find me
that time, and then he didn’t give me some clothes straight away. Instead he
stood behind me, put his arms round me and slowly fucked me, right there in the
middle of the crowd.
After he’d filled my already very
wet pussy, and then gone soft in me, he pulled out, zipped up and gave me yet
another skirt and top.
We left shortly after, and on the way
home Jon confessed to me that he hadn’t enjoyed the music, and that the whole
purpose of the trip was to get me to do the body surfing. He’d wanted to see
me get groped and stripped by hundreds of different hands.
I really love that man.
Love,
V