Festival experience 1
So it's getting to festival season here, which got me thinking if a couple of memories. Plus I caught some great stories/blogs lately so thought I should write something up myself! I live kinda near where a big music festival is organised each year, and I've been a few times being the scene girl I was (sometimes still is lol).
The first story is one I've never actually told anyone, not even friends. It happened on the first time I went with friends with no adult supervision at all, just me and some friends (we were 'younger teens' lets say, and this must have been a couple of months after 'My First Time Experimenting'). There were quite a lot of us just going for the one day, though we broke off into smaller groups to see different performances. In this instance, it was around 8pm and 4-5 if us headed to see a particular band in one of the bigger tents, and we wanted to get as close as possible, so headed there early. I was always shy at pushing past people to get to the front, and let my friends go first - they were more confident and cocky.
Anyway, we all got right to the front pretty much, with me just behind. Zoning out from their conversation a little my mind wandered, as did my eyes. I 'woke up' from my daydream sort of staring: a few people to the right of my friends, against the front railing but turned slightly was this super hot goth girl - early 20s probably, black shoulder-length hair with red streaks, slim but with an amazing cleavage tight inside a red corset, tattood and pierced. Basically the suicide girl I wanted to be/to date before I'd even heard of suicide girls! From then on I could hardly take my eyes off her - apart from how in awe I was of her style and look, she oozed sec appeal. Unfortunately for shy and curious young girls, staring at the lips (bright red lipstick) and cleavage of a girl like that wasn't going to go unnoticed. I belatedly realised she was looking at me and knew I was staring. I could feel my cheeks burning red.
The gig started, the band were great, my friends were transfixed and the crowd were wild. A moshpit started up nearby and I spotted a gap at the front where I could cling onto. Ok, so it was right next to the goth girl, but I'd just pretend the staring thing didn't happen and it'll be fine. And anyway, my friends were only a few metres away. Hmm.
In the shoving and jumping around, my arm pressed against hers enough for her to turn and see me. I refused to look even though I could see her in the corner off eye, turning to me. She leant over to my ear - yes I was crazy nervous, but this amazingly sexy girl was going to talk to me? Twice she tried to say something but I couldn't hear before she moved closer to me, almost right behind me (her place at the front immediately taken up) with her mouth to my ear. "I saw you... looking at me... staring at my tits..." was basically how it went, shouted straight into my ear. I remember freezing, looking for a way out but essentially penned in. She continued to talk/shout without me responding much at all: "you stare at every girls rack or just mine" and "you wanna feel them don't you" still memorable now.
I think it was this latter one to which I nodded a response - I had no idea what to say or do, just that I couldn't say nothing or ignore her, I knew she wouldn't let me. I could sense her laughing behind me, tight behind me and pressed up against me, before leaning over again to my neck and ear, teasing me. Of course there was a part of me loving the attention, but I admit I was nervous to the point of almost freaking out. But she hadn't finished. A hand suddenly gripped my inner thigh (I was in a short skirt (black denim I think)) and I took in possibly the sharpest intake of breath ever. My heart was thumping and the hand was lifting further up my thigh. I froze again - what was I to do?! I tried to see my friends but they were engrossed with the music, the ones I could see anyway. "Good girls don't stare do they? Especially not at other girls' tits" she added, her lips now basically tickling ear lobe. "Are you a good girl?" was to be the killer question - her hand quickly moved up and cupped my pussy from behind, forcing my thighs open a little. I'm sure I squealed or something, but not even I heard it. Her fingers curled up against (what was then) my small-but-groomed ish pubic hair area, and her palm pressing my sensitive pussy. Now I know it had been a hot day, and lots of people packed together made it even worse, but the feeling of my knickers rubbing against me told me instinctively they were moist for her. I continued to stand silently and without movement as she leant down a little for better access. I remember her fingers running up and down my obviously tight pussy through my knickers, the tingles it gave me - scary? Yes. Sexy? Yes. I mean I guess so. Confusing!
Her fingers worked me more until a song ended. It must have made her stop or whatever but she was soon back pressed against me. "Little slut" she laughed in my ear, taunting me. She added something else - I think it was "such a little slag", or something along those lines - while licking her finger. Either way it kind of broke me a bit and I rushed out and away from it all.
The remainder of that festival was a bit of a blur, and I don't remember saying much at all on the way home or once I'd got back. I felt kind of.., used, embarrassed, alone. I never knew her name or even knew if anyone else had saw anything. It took a little while to get over it, but I did. I figured out that not all sexy girls are nice, and then also that not all sexual contact was sensitive and romantic. What had happened really was that this hot girl wanted to touch me, and it was something that I'd obviously wanted too. And pretty soon this experience became something that I looked back on with warm, wet pleasure myself...
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The first story is one I've never actually told anyone, not even friends. It happened on the first time I went with friends with no adult supervision at all, just me and some friends (we were 'younger teens' lets say, and this must have been a couple of months after 'My First Time Experimenting'). There were quite a lot of us just going for the one day, though we broke off into smaller groups to see different performances. In this instance, it was around 8pm and 4-5 if us headed to see a particular band in one of the bigger tents, and we wanted to get as close as possible, so headed there early. I was always shy at pushing past people to get to the front, and let my friends go first - they were more confident and cocky.
Anyway, we all got right to the front pretty much, with me just behind. Zoning out from their conversation a little my mind wandered, as did my eyes. I 'woke up' from my daydream sort of staring: a few people to the right of my friends, against the front railing but turned slightly was this super hot goth girl - early 20s probably, black shoulder-length hair with red streaks, slim but with an amazing cleavage tight inside a red corset, tattood and pierced. Basically the suicide girl I wanted to be/to date before I'd even heard of suicide girls! From then on I could hardly take my eyes off her - apart from how in awe I was of her style and look, she oozed sec appeal. Unfortunately for shy and curious young girls, staring at the lips (bright red lipstick) and cleavage of a girl like that wasn't going to go unnoticed. I belatedly realised she was looking at me and knew I was staring. I could feel my cheeks burning red.
The gig started, the band were great, my friends were transfixed and the crowd were wild. A moshpit started up nearby and I spotted a gap at the front where I could cling onto. Ok, so it was right next to the goth girl, but I'd just pretend the staring thing didn't happen and it'll be fine. And anyway, my friends were only a few metres away. Hmm.
In the shoving and jumping around, my arm pressed against hers enough for her to turn and see me. I refused to look even though I could see her in the corner off eye, turning to me. She leant over to my ear - yes I was crazy nervous, but this amazingly sexy girl was going to talk to me? Twice she tried to say something but I couldn't hear before she moved closer to me, almost right behind me (her place at the front immediately taken up) with her mouth to my ear. "I saw you... looking at me... staring at my tits..." was basically how it went, shouted straight into my ear. I remember freezing, looking for a way out but essentially penned in. She continued to talk/shout without me responding much at all: "you stare at every girls rack or just mine" and "you wanna feel them don't you" still memorable now.
I think it was this latter one to which I nodded a response - I had no idea what to say or do, just that I couldn't say nothing or ignore her, I knew she wouldn't let me. I could sense her laughing behind me, tight behind me and pressed up against me, before leaning over again to my neck and ear, teasing me. Of course there was a part of me loving the attention, but I admit I was nervous to the point of almost freaking out. But she hadn't finished. A hand suddenly gripped my inner thigh (I was in a short skirt (black denim I think)) and I took in possibly the sharpest intake of breath ever. My heart was thumping and the hand was lifting further up my thigh. I froze again - what was I to do?! I tried to see my friends but they were engrossed with the music, the ones I could see anyway. "Good girls don't stare do they? Especially not at other girls' tits" she added, her lips now basically tickling ear lobe. "Are you a good girl?" was to be the killer question - her hand quickly moved up and cupped my pussy from behind, forcing my thighs open a little. I'm sure I squealed or something, but not even I heard it. Her fingers curled up against (what was then) my small-but-groomed ish pubic hair area, and her palm pressing my sensitive pussy. Now I know it had been a hot day, and lots of people packed together made it even worse, but the feeling of my knickers rubbing against me told me instinctively they were moist for her. I continued to stand silently and without movement as she leant down a little for better access. I remember her fingers running up and down my obviously tight pussy through my knickers, the tingles it gave me - scary? Yes. Sexy? Yes. I mean I guess so. Confusing!
Her fingers worked me more until a song ended. It must have made her stop or whatever but she was soon back pressed against me. "Little slut" she laughed in my ear, taunting me. She added something else - I think it was "such a little slag", or something along those lines - while licking her finger. Either way it kind of broke me a bit and I rushed out and away from it all.
The remainder of that festival was a bit of a blur, and I don't remember saying much at all on the way home or once I'd got back. I felt kind of.., used, embarrassed, alone. I never knew her name or even knew if anyone else had saw anything. It took a little while to get over it, but I did. I figured out that not all sexy girls are nice, and then also that not all sexual contact was sensitive and romantic. What had happened really was that this hot girl wanted to touch me, and it was something that I'd obviously wanted too. And pretty soon this experience became something that I looked back on with warm, wet pleasure myself...
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11 years ago
