Cumming In My Pants At A Music Festival

I have an oddly specific kink for cumming in/through clothing. From my time online I've found that I'm not the only one with this fetish, but I wish it was more common. As long as I can remember, even when I was just starting to discover what turned me on, the idea of an orgasm just seemed hotter when it was covered by a layer of fabric. I love finding videos of other guys blowing their loads through their underwear or pants, either by themselves or from dry humping. And of course, I enjoy doing it myself.

This story is about a time when I had a clothed orgasm in public. I've tried cumming in my pants in public a few times, but this is the only time it happened accidentally, which looking back I think makes it so much hotter for me. This happened several years back, when I was still in college and my girlfriend at the time and I went to a music festival together. It was an annual rock festival in our city that featured mostly smaller local bands, but had a lot of support from the community and always brought out big crowds. I was 20 at the time and Jasmine, my gf, was 19.

The sun beat down on a Saturday afternoon. Jasmine and I were among a throng of people on a closed off downtown street. After spending the bulk of the day walking around to the different festival venues and enjoying various styles of blaring music (and ridiculously overpriced food from food trucks), we were deciding whether we wanted to keep hanging around or catch a bus home. There was a band that Jasmine liked that was supposed to start playing in a little bit, but I was starting to get tired and kinda wanted to head home.

"Come on, don't be so lame!" Jasmine taunted me. Then she gave me a mischievous little smile. "I bet I can make it worth your while."

She took my hand and lead me through the crowd, towards the stage. As we got closer she pulled me aside towards a brick wall running along one edge of the crowd area in front of the stage. We were getting into the point in the crowd where people were really packing in, trying to get a good vantage point ahead of the band coming on. Though it was crowded, we eventually found an open spot on the wall. Jasmine leaned back against the wall, pulled me in close to her, and we started passionately making out.

I was a bit surprised that she initiated like that. She was usually a bit shy about PDAs and stuff. Then again, we had smoked a joint a bit earlier, and she tended to get horny when she got high. For my part, I had been feeling horny most of the afternoon, and part of the reason I had wanted to head back was to see if Jasmine wanted to come back to my dorm to fool around. But it seems like she decided we'd do it among a crowd of people instead, which was fine by me.

We kept making out and quickly my erection was at full mast, creating a conspicuous bulge in my track pants. I kept my body pressed against Jasmine to hide it and obviously she felt it. She stopped making out with me for a second, just to give me a lustful look as she reached down between our bodies to stroke me through my pants. Holy shit, did that feel good. I was leaking precum by this point and the feeling of the wet fabric of my boxers rubbing against my cock as Jasmine stroked it was incredible. We started exploring each other's mouths with our tongues again and as she kept rubbing me off through my clothes I ran my hands through her long blond hair. It's likely some of the people in the crowd near us noticed how intimate we were getting, but then again it's possible they were all too high or drunk to notice. In any case, I didn't care. I was already well into exploring my exhibitionism fetish at this point.

I'm not sure how long we stayed making out like that, but it must have been a while because eventually the band was starting to take the stage. As the crowd all turned their focus to the musicians setting up their gear, Jasmine once again said, "Come on," took me by the hand and lead me into the crowd. People were densely packed now, but they made way for a cute blonde girl. I couldn't even see her for most of the time we were making our way through the crowd, just holding on to her hand so I didn't lose her and letting her pull me along. Eventually Jasmine slowed and pulled me in close behind her. We had made it all the way to the front of the crowd, right up to the barriers holding the audience back from the stage. Just as we got there, the band hit the first notes of their set and the crowd started jumping.

Jasmine leaned over the small metal barrier in front of her and started rocking out, singing along and banging her head at her favourite parts. She looked back at me and gave me a sweet innocent smile. Then her expression turned a bit less innocent. She reached down and started stroking the bulge in my pants again, which had gone down to a semi when we had to make our way through the crowd, and tried to make it rock hard again. It didn't take long. Then she positioned it so it was rubbing between her ass cheeks. She turned back to the stage and kept bouncing to the beat. People were packed in so close that no one could see what we were doing. To everyone else she must have just looked like she was a fan enjoying the music, but really she was basically dry humping me.

I've always found the term "dry humping" kind of weird. For me, it never stays dry for long! At this particular moment I was soaked with precum, with it leaking through my boxers into my pants and making a small wet spot. I'm sure a little bit was leaking through and soaking into my girlfriend's soft white shorts now, too. I pulled back from her for a second and reached into my pants to undo the button on my boxers and let my penis stick out into my pants. I tried to be discreet about this, but nobody was paying attention to us. With my dick pressing directly into my damp track pants, I pressed back up against my eager girl and let her resume rubbing her ass on me.

As the band finished their first song Jasmine had to stop bouncing on me, but she didn't stop stimulating me. As the lead singer introduced the band and delivered some banter, Jasmine kept looking back at me with lustful eyes and reaching behind her to fondle my bulge. Pretty soon the band was starting another tune and we were back to the not-so-dry humping.

Not long into the second song I started to get to the point of no return. If we didn't stop now, I wasn't stopping until I'd cum. I leaned forward to let Jasmine know.

"If we keep this up I'm gonna cum."

Immediately I realized that even though my mouth was right next to her ear, the music up here was so loud that she might not have heard what I said. Either way, she got the message that I didn't want to stop. In fact, she did quite the opposite. She quickly pulled her shorts down just over her crack, and as she leaned forward even further over the railing and thrust her ass towards me she reached back with one hand and pulled her panties aside, exposing her pussy lips and planting them on my cock. Now there was only one soaked layer of fabric between me and her. I began thrusting against her puffy lips. At this point it would be obvious what we were doing if anyone payed attention to us for a few seconds, but the entire crowd was focused on the band, and the barriers in front of us had banners hung along their length, so no one looking from the direction of the stage could see what was going on in the first row below the waist.

It didn't take long at that point for me to finish. I slowed down and let my dick throb against her pussy as it started shooting hot cream into my pants. With the fabric of my pants as soaked as it was already, my cum started gushing through pretty much immediately. I pulled away from Jasmine, trying not to get it all over her clothes, and held my bulge at a downwards angle with one hand. Jasmine turned and watched happily as my bulge throbbed a few more times and shot some white streams onto the ground.

As soon as I came what we had just done really hit me. We were surrounded by people, a lot of them that probably go to the same college as us, with a giant wet spot down the front of my pants. Jasmine had pulled her shorts back up and was now just looking at me, waiting on me to say what to do. She was excited but clearly she hadn't planned for things to go this far when we started either. I decided to get out of there as quickly as possible. I quickly tucked my penis back into my boxers, grabbed Jasmine's hand, and we started making our way back through the crowd.

Getting off the festival grounds was actually surprisingly easy. The sun had went down by now and almost everybody still at the festival was watching the headliners. Once we got to the street it was a just a short walk to the bus stop. We waited a little bit away from the other people there, and Jasmine kept standing in front of me to try and conceal as much of the mess in my pants as possible. Luckily the wetness actually didn't show that much in the black fabric, so it was relatively easy to hide. And again, most people leaving the festival were too drunk or high to notice much of anything at this point.

When the bus arrived we shuffled on awkwardly with me trying to stay right behind Jasmine and we made our way to the back, giggling. There was only a few other people on the bus and we were the only ones in the back. Once we were in our seats, Jasmine snuggled up to me and took advantage of our relative seclusion to tease me a bit more, rubbing the wet spot in my pants and playing with my soft bulge.

"So... I'm sorry you only got to see your band for a song and a half," I said to her quietly.

"That's okay, I still had a lot of fun," she replied, smiling.

When the bus got back to campus we realized that getting into the dorm by the front entrance we'd go by the admin desk, and anyone there would notice my wet spot for sure. I knew about a back entrance into one of the stairwells, so we snuck in through there and got back to my room without incident.

Pretty much immediately we both collapsed into my bed ("pretty much" meaning, in my case, I cleaned up and changed first. I'm not that nasty) and fell asleep in each other's arms. When we woke up the next morning we were both still so turned on by what happened last night that the first thing we did was have sex, and I gave Jasmine a couple big orgasms. It was the least I could do to repay her for helping me have an unforgettable public cum. Years later, we broke up and we don't talk any more, but I still think about this experience a lot.