This is the story of a fantasy fulfilled one weekend. After a month of dating, Jen, my new belle was still a refreshing change from previous women. Like all the others, she proclaimed she’d be honest and completely truthful. The others soon proved they couldn’t live up to that facade when they behaved the way they thought I wanted from them instead of showing their true desires and character. One lied from the beginning. That caused her to resent me when I tried to support what she said she wanted which was the opposite of truth. She never could admit what she wanted, so her resentment grew until it broke us.

As far as I can tell, what Jen says is true even if sometimes delayed a bit without lies. Despite being “proper,” she has a free spirit and admits what she considers play, fun, and fantasy. When her friends leaked that she enjoyed mooning strangers and friends, she casually admitted it. That and the admission were a surprise as I had yet to be gifted with that vision. She stopped me at second base until she felt we had a solid future. A couple of one-nighters had set her on that path.

One day, she said she wanted to cruise the real Woodstock. “Jim, can we take your old Lincoln convertible with four friends?” How could I refuse a simple request like that? The town was less than three hours from Long Island, so I made plans to spend a day there and a night camping.

Cruising crowded and busy Tinker Street mid day with the top down gave us plenty to see — including where the police station was. We turned back at the next small town, Bearsville, noted there were no beat cops on patrol and then my exhibitionist girlfriend got into her fantasy. Just before we reached the “greens” at town center, Jen pulled her crop top to her chin and held it up as she flashed locals and tourists. Her friends in the back squealed and pulled up their shirts displaying six shapely tits to everyone but me. Tinker Street is narrow and plagued with slow or double parked cars and cars leaping out of narrow side streets, so I had to stay alert. “Again,” cried out Ali.

Jen and Bea joined the chant. Hoping for a better view than the surprised tourists’ faces, I turned around in the Playhouse parking lot. This time, all three women stood on my seats, turned and pulled down their sport shorts fully displaying their bubble butts to everyone — BUT ME. We drove through the town with three pretty asses gleaming in the afternoon sun. At one point, we were stuck waiting for some dolt to recall how to park. While at a dead stop, someone ran to the car and pet both willing asses on the passenger side — Jen and Ali. Though Ali dropped to the seat, Jen wiggled her sexy ass for the guy and I watched him spread her crack and kiss her butt. She was bent so far, I’m sure he saw and maybe felt her pussy. She laughed and blushed. I felt cheated that he got there before me.

“Um, Jen, was this part of your fantasy, to show your pussy to a stranger and let him finger it?” When she sat, she casually admitted it was.

“Yes, Jim. I told you I like the taboos of mooning and showing off my privates. I’ve never asked a guy to help me before, but I trust you and hope this isn’t too much for you. Let’s do it again.” She stared at my tented shorts, “Looks like you enjoyed it too. Are you into exhibiting too? You guys can take out your dicks and no one can really see unless you stand and wave it.”

I said, “You guys can do what you want. Don’t forget the cops may smile at the nude women, but lock us up.” The women flashed their tits to cheers as we passed, then covered up all aglow. I drove the short distance to a forested camp area and parked the car.

Sunset came and we decided to try one of the new eateries and a new club as pedestrians. We took our time walking the narrow sidewalks and window shopping. The café and club were just past the “greens,” a long walk. The girls danced modestly in the dim lights for the first hour. After a few drinks created an excuse to let loose, Jen was first to toss her hair and arms wildly, drawing attention with her movements and loose tits. Every time she raised her arms, her crop top lifted across her areolae with her stiff nipples barely capturing it. She tossed harder and bent more so her tits completely escaped for her enjoyment and that of all the stiff cocks surrounding us. Ali and Bea were less violent, yet happily flashed their tits too.

When a slow dance played, Jen especially threw her arms around my neck high enough to expose her stiff nipples. She grinned at me, “Is this too much or OK?” In answer, I slipped both hands into the back of her panties, rubbed her ass deeply, then pushed and held her shorts below her exposed ass. I smiled back at her.

“Is this too much or OK?” I asked. She sighed, leaned her head on my chest and turned us slowly to expose her pretty ass to more people and her friends. As we kissed deeply, I felt a hand tap me.

“May I cut in? You can slow dance with my lovely wife, Kath.” I wasn’t inclined to share Jen with a stranger, but she seemed to be happy to. She threw her arms around the taller man, crushing her bare tits against him. He looked at me, smiled, and pushed her panties down her ass just as I had them before turning her away.

His beautiful wife stood by me in her low cut, short, purple dress. It fit her small waist snugly, except her huge tits were barely contained. “Don’t mind Ken. He’ll feel her tits, ass and maybe her pussy — all the things he expects you to do with me. He wants to watch us and wants you to kiss me so he can kiss her for balance. Oh, and I’m commando with waxed lips. Dance with me?” I watched Ken with Jen. One hand teased her bare tit while the other rubbed her bare ass deep down between her legs. She kept raising it away from her pussy.