Last night was a good night

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.