Mardi Gras
I usually don’t go to those kinds of festivals, but I din’t want to spoil the party for my two other girlfriends. I knew all about the beads, boob flashing girls and topless bars, but thought nothing bad could ever happen. Men go there with one thing in mind and that’s to see a lot of female breasts. From the moment we got there, we began getting hungry looks from guys. To them three young girls in their twenties, where just three pairs of breasts. After a while and couple of drinks, my girlfriends dared to do a few flashes. After all we were bra less and wore no beads. Out of the three, I was considered the shy one that keept her top in place, but my humiliating moment was yet to come. We ended in a crowded are, were we could hardly walk and got separated from each other. I was pressed up in the middle of a mob of people getting groped by guys around me. I was holding on to my top to prevent it for getting pulled down and I just couldn’t look back to see who was doing it. I din’t even know that my skirt had been pulled up from the back. I just felt a hand slip into my panties and tearing sound. My dress got ripted in half and at the same time my panties were pulled off with such force, that it left burn marks between my legs. It took a few seconds to realice, I standing there in just shoes and a flimsy top with hundreds of people around me. I was so embarrassing and degrading to see people enjoying my miss furtune. The only help I got, came from a girl that had picked up my torn dress from the ground and handed it to me. It was horrible having to walk out holding a ripted dress around you, to get back with my friends. I just couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
