Aline at the Rock Festival

Here's another story about Aline and her overt exhibitionism. It can be read independently. More to come if readers find these stories enjoyable.

It's Friday. Eight o'clock in the morning. The sun is already shining, promising a beautiful summer's day -- and, according to the weather forecast, a perfect weekend.

'Looks like I'll have a fantastic tan by the time we get back' says Aline, grinning.

'And your ears will be full of great music. I just hope you'll behave' I reply.

'I always do, darling. Even if I do need to express myself from time to time, as you know...'

Aline and I have been standing outside the house for less than ten minutes when the car slams on its brakes and stops. Franco and Julien, the two inseparable guys, as well as Patricia, Aline's younger sister, get out and hug us, smiling. Aline grabs her kit bag and puts it on the back seat while I push the two Quechua tents in the boot of the car.

'Take good care of Aline; I may need her again later,' I say, half joking. 'We'll catch up with you tomorrow.'

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the trio, I plant a big, wet kiss on Aline's lips. And off they go.

Off to Tarbes. It's almost a four-hour drive, but the festival line-up is well worth it! Some of the biggest names in rock will be there. There's virtually nothing to throw away. Except perhaps on this exclusively French-speaking Friday. This explains why Aline left and I stayed, with not too many regrets. Aline and our friends successfully requested a day off (Friday) from their bosses, but I, the IT guy who's always needed, had to stay in the harbour to make my boss even richer. However, I was not too keen on the francophone line-up; all of the French artists that I loved (Gainsbourg, Bashung, Murat and Daniel Darc) are no longer with us. Aline, on the other hand, is a big fan of French pop, so musically speaking, Friday is the most interesting day of the long weekend for her. She doesn't really love rock 'n' roll, although she does like Muse and Arcade Fire. I think this festival is mainly an opportunity for her to express herself and have fun. In our language, expressing herself means giving free rein to her unbridled exhibitionism. When it comes to fantasy, you can count on her. Aline in Wonderland. In any case, she won't be bored in the company of her wild little sister and the two boys, even though they already know her body very well, as we have been on holiday together before quite a few times.

There's no reason to be gloomy. Didier and his girlfriend Julie are picking me up tomorrow morning to join our friends, and we'll have some fun, too. Didier is certainly into rock and roll. More into punk than garage, but it's really cool. I don't know if Julie also likes music, but she's in the 'biological love phase' with Didier, so I guess she'll do anything to please him. Julie is a pretty little thing anyway. She's a colleague of ours, that's why we're in the same boat. We have to go to work on Friday,

My working day passed without any major problems. And at around 11 a. m, I received a text message from Aline.

' Hi honey, how are you? The team is still on the road, Pat and I were bored out of our minds, so we decided to spice things up a bit. We took off our shorts and mooned the passengers in the cars behind. Franco was driving, so I handed my mobile phone to Julien. Of course, we accidentally showed our pussies to Franco and Julien too, but they've seen that before so it's no big deal.'

Aline sent me two photos to show that the show had started. And that was only the beginning! The two little brats had decided to take off their tops also, this time flashing their breasts at passengers in passing cars. I received a few more pictures of the two girls and could see that Patricia had had her tiny breasts pierced. I'm really looking forward to seeing this 'live'.

Aline added, 'Patricia has made a bet with the boys. We'll spend the rest of the journey to Tarbes dressed like this.'

This means they will travel without wearing a stitch of clothing. From what I know of Aline, they'll probably spread their legs wide enough to give the guys at the front a clear view of their hairless vaginas. But, as Aline would say, 'It's no big deal.'

At 3 p. m, I receive a new message from Aline: 'Festival in full swing, the two tents are up and we are in the meadow. It's hot as hell here with the sun and the music.'

According to her, the atmosphere is electric, even though the headline acts won't be performing for a few hours yet. In the pictures she sends me, I can see that Aline has dressed up a bit since the incident in the car. She's now wearing a short denim skirt (I imagine she's not wearing any underwear underneath, but why ask?) and a bikini top (which she never wears on the beach, of course). Patricia has changed her clothes too, but she's following her big sister's fashion.

Aline adds proudly: 'We've been rather tame so far, except when we climbed onto Franco and Julien's shoulders.'

By this, she means the classic breast-baring moment that can be seen at many concerts. It's no big deal if their breasts have been on display again, and must now be immortalised on over a hundred mobile phones. Just a small detail...

At around 7 pm, she phoned me.

'Honey, I've got something to tell you. I hope you won't get mad... While I was listening to the music, someone took advantage of my skirt being a bit short, put a hand under it and started fondling my bottom. I was taken by surprise and didn't know what to do. He was behind me, so I couldn't see his face. I probably should have screamed or pushed his hand away. But I must admit that I found the caresses pleasurable, so I decided to see how far he would go. He probably realised that I wasn't putting up much of a fight, and that I wasn't wearing any underwear. He gently spread my buttocks and slid one, then two fingers into my slit. I was already a little wet, which must have encouraged him. I nearly came on the spot. But I didn't want to attract too much attention, so I finally freed myself. I hope you won't be angry about this little incident.'

I'm convinced she told me everything in detail because she knew how excited it would make me. She's a real little devil!

Saturday, one p. m. Didier and Julie picked me up early this morning, and we finally joined the rest of our little group. It was difficult to find them, as the Tarbes festival had attracted a large number of visitors. Fortunately, the Four Musketeers had reserved a spot for us to pitch the large tent that Didier had brought with him. There were now seven of us, and our three tents could accommodate up to eight people. Now we had to decide who was going to sleep with whom. And surprise! We thought the two sisters would have shared one small tent and the inseparable friends would have used the second one, but that's not what happened on Friday night. Franco and Patricia, who had previously had a brief affair, shared one tent, so Aline moved into the other one with her childhood friend, Julien. What would we do for the other two nights? We agreed that Franco and Patricia would stay in tent number one, Didier and Julie would sleep in tent number two, and Aline and I would share the larger tent with Julien.

I noticed that Aline seemed slightly uncomfortable and was looking at me rather strangely. This meant that something had happened the previous night. Aline explained that since her sister, Patricia, had rekindled her relationship with Franco, she had had no choice but to move to the other tent and sleep next to Julien. This didn't seem to be a real problem, given their mutual affection. However, Aline hadn't packed any clothes for the night and the two of them had smoked a few joints during the concerts.

So they were both in a very relaxed mood. Julien had kept his boxers on to avoid shocking Aline, but she quickly pressed herself against him, saying that she only wanted to "tease him gently". She kissed him softly and finally slipped a hand in his underwear. Julien's penis soon became erect, and while Aline stroked it with her right hand, she took Julien's hand and placed it on her well-lubricated vagina. Their mutual caresses multiplied, and without further ado, Aline guided Julien's tool towards the entrance of her warm, moist cave. What had begun as an innocent game on Aline's part had turned into a passionate session between the two friends.

On the first day of the festival, it looked like Aline had let her imagination run wild (she flashed a few people in the car and in the meadow, she was groped by a stranger, and finally, Julien fucked her in the tent). All in all, a good day's work.

Would Saturday afternoon, when we were all together, be any different?

One thing I was interested in, at least, was Julie's attitude and attire during the festival. For the trip to Tarbes, she wore a sensible top with a bra underneath and a neat pair of jeans. She looked very tidy and sweet, just as I knew her from the office. However, meeting Aline and her younger sister, who were wearing nothing but miniskirts and bikini tops again, caused her to swap her trousers for a short skirt -- though not as revealing as the sisters'. When the two girls first climbed onto Franco's and my shoulders for the traditional breast show, Julie even seemed a little shocked. As for me, I took the opportunity to admire the sexy piercings on Patricia's small breasts. Very nice indeed. Didier and Julien (like many festival-goers) took out their mobile phones to capture the scene for posterity. When Aline and Patricia got off our shoulders, they tried to persuade Julie to imitate them on a future occasion, but she seemed determined to remain as demure as ever.

The programme was really exciting, and the alcohol started to flow freely. Julie was gradually getting into the mood, but there was no way she was going to expose her breasts for everyone to see -- especially a colleague -- given that Didier seemed very protective of her 'treasures'. The sisters climbed back onto our shoulders for another exposure session and urged Julie to join them. To no avail. Julie remained reticent. However, Aline soon realised that Julie was more susceptible to alcohol than she and her sister were, so she encouraged her to drink to weaken her resolve. Julie soon lost her inhibitions and was persuaded to take off her top to get a better tan. She then revealed the top half of her body in a pretty, ultramarine, lace bra. The compliments from our group made her blush, but they also made her feel proud and happy. Julie obviously had very nice breasts, about the same size as Aline's. Even more striking was the fact that she was wearing a bra instead of a bikini top. Over time, Julie seemed to get used to her outfit, although she couldn't quite keep up with the sisters, who remained topless without any shame. Julie was subjected to increased pressure from Patricia, who told her that she and Aline probably had the prettiest breasts of all the girls around, much prettier than hers, she added, as they were so small. Julie, slightly tipsy, finally gave in to these flimsy arguments and unhooked her pretty bra, revealing wonderfully swollen nipples. They really were a feast for the eyes -- magnificent.

Nothing else happened that day, and the girls got dressed as evening fell. And in the tent we were now sharing with Julien, Aline gave herself completely to me, while this time Julien had to settle for a quick hand job from my beloved.

Sunday was undoubtedly the highlight of the festival, both in terms of the music and the girls' performances. Julie seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed her experience of the previous day. She had come out of her shell and was now happily showing off her breasts. It had become a bit of a game for her. Didier was even proud of her transformation, and of course we had no reason to complain about having such beautiful breasts to admire. However, the most adventurous of the girls was undoubtedly Patricia, who had always had a punk streak. Perched on Franco's shoulders, she dared to surf the crowd. Throwing herself (topless, of course) into the nearest hands, she was airlifted next to the stage. Thank goodness she was wearing shorts, because she almost got gang-raped. Her breasts were certainly grazed, fondled and fiddled with during the journey. She had a hard time finding us again in such a large crowd. However, she told us that she really enjoyed the experience. She was over the moon. Then, at around midday, there was a short but heavy downpour that the weather forecast hadn't predicted. A torrential hot rain shower descended on us all, and the girls, who were already topless, stripped completely naked just like in the good old days of Woodstock. We had the unexpected pleasure of comparing our darlings' pretty pussies: Julie's landing strip, which we had never seen before; Aline's carefully waxed cunt; and Patricia's magnificent lower lip piercings. It was an unforgettable weekend.