Last night was a good night, and I am excited to share it with you all.
I went to a community festival that is known for topless girls and
painted breasts. I decided to take
advantage of the views, and the girls were accommodating. I entered the festival and meandered through
the crowds for a while, scoping things out.
Things went well from there.
Walking straight toward me was a woman with caramel skin and
a pair of completely bare natural D breasts.
They hung very nicely, gently moving with each step she took. She passed directly by me, giving me a great
close-up view. My wife, walking beside me,
looked at me and smiled, knowing I was enjoying myself.
We continued to walk, and a younger woman appeared directly
in front of us. She walked quickly by,
directly across our view. She had a
great set of perky tits, also completely uncovered. They were a great, perky set of C’s, with
nicely pokey nipples. The direction she
was walking gave me and my wife a perfect side view. Unfortunately, they disappeared quickly into
the crowd. My wife smiled at me again,
and as soon as we sat down she excitedly told them that we had seen some great
tits already.
I kicked back to listen to enjoy the music up on stage,
keeping a sharp eye out for any more adventurous young women. Before long, I spotted her. She appeared right in front of the stage,
facing away from me. She was tall and
skinny, with long straight hair. Her
darkly tanned skin looked gorgeous in contrast with her white booty
shorts. That’s all she was wearing. She kept running one of her hands through her
hair, but she never brought it over her shoulders to cover her bare
breasts. I tried to will her to turn to
face the crowd, but the best I got was a 45 degree turn for a nice side-boob
view while her arm was raised. Finally,
she turned to leave the stage, and briefly flashed me her entire chest. Again, no paint, just small bare
breasts. She was a great picture. The way her skin glowed and her arms looked
while she played with her hair tantalized me so much. I was very sad to see her leave, and although
I looked for her, I never got a closer look.
After she left, I scanned the crowd around me. Happily, directly in my new view, was yet
another topless girl. She was arranging
things on her blanket, or something. I couldn’t tell, because her bare tits had
me distracted. She was topless in denim
shorts, and was facing me straight on.
Every time she bent down, her natural breasts hung down and swung
around. She bent over five or six times. All of a sudden, she disappeared with her
friend, and I had nothing to look at for a while. Well, no tits to look at anyway. My wife started dirty dancing with her friend
on our blanket. They had the attention
of everyone around us. The two sat down on the blanket in between songs and my wife's friend met my eyes, then leaned over and licked my wife's cleavage. We smiled at each other, then another song started playing. My dirty girls jumped up to go dance in front of the stage. I didn’t want to get in their way, so I went
out for some more exploring.
There were a lot of smoking hot girls walking around,
wearing bras, bikini tops, tube tops, or lowcut dresses with an excessive
amount of cleavage. The girls were
working hard for us guys. One woman wore
an open jean jacket, clearly wearing nothing underneath. For all the sex appeal though, I was having
trouble finding any bare chests. Then I
spotted a circle of people sitting under a tree. A girls back had the words “need paint” on
it. I headed over to see if she had
found any.
She had, as had four of the girls in the circle. They were young and fit, with sweet white
skin. Their breasts were covered with
colorful paint, one had a rainbow on her chest.
From the side, I noticed that one girl’s breasts refused to sag, even
though she was sitting Indian-style and leaning forward. I perved.
I did. I walked around the circle
twice, looking at the girls’ chest artwork.
Others were standing around watching, so I wasn’t acknowledged, which
made me feel better. I thoroughly
enjoyed the show. Then I noticed another
girl standing with a couple of guys nearby.
Her tanned back did not have any strings or covering, and
she clearly was not covering her chest as she talked to those guys. I headed toward her and heard her ask where
the belly dancing stage was. I looked at
her curved hips and long skirt and thought that I would love to watch her dance
and swing. I walked around her to see
her from the front. I continued to think
about her moving her hips as I saw her softly rounded belly underneath her
colorfully painted breasts. She smiled
at me as I stopped short and stared directly at her, clearly looking her up and
down. I smiled, and instinctively asked
if I could get a picture of her paint.
She surprised me by saying sure, and then posed for me. Thankfully, I did not drop my camera as I got
a quick shot. She asked if she could see
it, and came to stand next to me to see it.
I felt her nipple brush my arm, so I gently pushed my arm into her
breast. She softly laughed and
apologized for brushing my arm with her boob, but I told her she never needed
to apologize for touching someone with her breast. I told her she looked great, and she seemed
pleased with the picture too. As I got
ready to leave, she put her arms out and said she was giving everyone a hug. I didn't see her hug the first guys, but in my experience, you don’t refuse a hug from
a topless girl, so I pulled her close. I enjoyed feeling her soft skin on her lower back. As I stepped back, I drew my hand around her
side and held my palm against her stomach as I told her again how great she
looked. She smiled sweetly, and we
parted ways.
The idea of pictures hadn’t occurred to me before my adventure started, but that went
well, so I thought I’d try again. I went
back to the circle and touched one girl on the shoulder. She looked up at me, and I asked if I could
take a picture of her paint. She only
thought about it for a second before she stood up and checked herself out. She told me it wouldn’t be a problem, since
her breasts still looked like mushrooms.
Whatever, I still don’t see it.
But I did see her cute breasts. Her pierced nipples were clearly visible through the red paint. Two pictures down; no hug on that one though. I thanked her and just walked away. This was getting awesome.
I walked some more, and saw a girl bending over looking
through a bag, and thought I saw some hanging breasts over that bag. I walked up to her to see if I could get her
picture, then noticed that a guy was standing close to her. He didn’t look happy, and I decided to egg
him on a bit. I asked if she was his,
and she stood up and smiled. So did the
orange butterfly flitting in front of her bare chest. He didn’t say anything, so I asked her if I
could take a picture of her paint. She
looked at the guy, seeming to know that he was getting angry, but she said
ok. She just asked if I would keep her
face out of it. I assured her that I
would, but let’s be honest, I didn’t really care about that. I took two shots, from different angles just
to make the guy a little angrier, thanked her, and walked away. If you can’t handle guys looking at your
girl’s bare breasts, don’t hang out with her when she’s topless.
I was in a great mood, and I couldn’t believe my luck. One girl turned down a photo op, but I was 3
of 4. Crazy good odds. I thought that my night couldn’t get any
better, but then I saw the trio. Tiny
pink shorts and two long skirts. How
could I walk by that without doing anything.
I walked right up and asked if I could get a picture. There was one guy already talking to them,
but at least two were free, right? He
thought a picture was a great idea. As
they lined up, one saw my ring and asked where my wife was. I laughed that she was dancing with a
girlfriend, and that satisfied any concerns she may have had. I snapped a couple of the six beautiful bare tits, then he tapped me on the shoulder.
You want to get in there? I’ll
take pictures for you. I stepped in,
wrapping my arms around them. After a
couple of pictures, I couldn’t resist.
My hands were already right underneath two girls' boobs. I moved my right hand up and grabbed Shorts’
right breast. It felt so full and soft, although her dark nipple was hard under my fingers. Shocked, she reached up and grabbed my hand
while the other two girls laughed. The
picture line broke up. Worried that I
had overstepped my welcome, I thanked them and quickly left. I don’t think they minded too much though, because I
saw a picture of the trio on Instagram with another guy later that night. Then I think I saw Pink Shorts on Instagram topless in black shorts a couple days later. I like to think that grabbing her boob encouraged her to stay topless to help make the world a more beautiful place. My only regret is that I did not grab White Skirt's boob too.
I returned to my wife, and we enjoyed the rest of the
night. On the way home, she told me she
would be going back tomorrow. She
enjoyed the breasts as much as I did.
Well, maybe not quite as much.
But she told me she was planning on going topless tomorrow, so I should
come too. I asked if she was going to
paint her D boobs, or just leave them bare, and she said probably bare. Let’s hope tonight is another great night.
