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Embarrassed Nude Female – Part 2 of 2

Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: llkop, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

crowd where a mosh pit was sure to break out sooner or later. The pushing started as expected after one song, and then began to quickly escalate. My wife was getting really into it; she may be short but boy can she handle herself. She danced, jumped and spun around, flailing her arms and holding her own against some of the biggest guys there. I picked my moment when I wouldn't be noticed and when it would be blamed on an accident. When my wife was close enough to me I reached my hand out and slipped it into the join at the back. Her strapless dress was held up by a mere twelve popper-style buttons up her back. I pulled at her dress causing almost all the buttons to fly open, leaving only two. The continuing mosh pit completed the rest of my task. The rowdy music lovers bashed into her and she fought back. The last two buttons popped causing her dress to fall to the ground revealing her naked body to the crowd. The music continued to play and the crowd continued to sway and jump. I disappeared back to the bar. Raised above the stage area, I could see the entire crowd surrounding my nude wife. I watched as a hundred hands reached out and touched her as she pushed her way to the front. She made it to the front, hands still touching her all over, when the singer reached out and pulled her onto the stage. She looked scared, but only for a second. Her fear was replaced by joy when her eyes caught mine over the crowd. The music continued, as the saying goes ‘the show must go on’, and she was now part of the show. She jumped into the crowd, surfing her way towards the back. Those same hundred hands poked, prodded and grabbed at my wife’s body as she passed by above them. I ran to meet my wife at the back of the crowd and helped her down. We ran out of the door and straight into my car which was parked in the next street. We left her dress with the crowd, a memento for the evening of a young naked woman who worked her way through the crowd and loved it.