[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

ROADTRIPS

--- Early on, Dollie flashed from our cars and motorcycle many places. Taking road trips without the motorhome or pulling an RV was also fun. By now the kids were either staying home because camping was boring at that age or they were working. Again, our younger daughter and a girlfriend or two swapped parents for weekends or weeks at a time. Remember, people didn’t have nannies, or permanent baby sitters in our child raising years. Relatives, neighbors, or friends traded favors by watching each others’ kids.
---Often it was cheaper and easier to stay, especially in large cities, in cheap motels for concerts, museums, etc. And on longer trips like Gatlinburg, amusement parks, Florida attractions, etc. it was more convenient to stay in town. These trips were made in our 1955 Chevy station wagon, a small Malibu, or Ford Escort. Other than the red and white old street rod wagon, we basically blended in with traffic.
--- By now, many of you know what MsDollie’s traveling clothes were. Besides the normal skinny strapped low cut tank tops or halter tops, a tube top cut in half became one of our favorite tit game tops. Since we were traveling in a small car most often her short shorts or micro-mini were not visible while on the highway. They did attract a fair amount of added attraction during gas, food, and pit stops in rest areas, gas stations, and truck stops.
---Those tube tops were often some sort of knitted material that were see-through in sunshine. These tops were made to fit from waist to just above her boobs. But we redesigned several tube tops by cutting them in half, or less, making two. They were originally biker tops so she could ride topless, yet have a quick cover-up when needed. Yes, we always planned ahead. Here’s another tip. A tube top makes a great tight mini-skirt. For instance, wear a red tube top for the skirt, a white one for top. Then after being seen in a crowd secretly switch by pulling top down to become the skirt.
---Sitting with her micro mini up to her waist and topless kept us in a horny mood for many long trips. In fact, it became normal for MsDollie to remove whatever top she had on soon after we got out of town anyplace. By crossing her arms or holding something in front of herself, she could often remain topless in most towns and cities without being noticed. First long haul totally topless was from Central Illinois to Smoky Mountains. Longest Illinois to South Florida. Yes, much of these many trips was alone on open highways. But it’s the thought that counts! Over the years, I often had to remind Dollie to put a top on before getting out at various stops. Occasionally it still happened!
--- Four lane interstate highways were especially fun, even when going through or around large cities. Once a trucker got a good look at MsDollie’s titties, he often remained beside us for longer times or did whatever he could to catch up, or slow down, for another peek. Of course, I’d do everything I could, keeping safety in mind, to let them pull along side again. C B radios helped in many ways. Keeping drivers from mentioning the vehicle we were in was biggest concern. Sometimes I might call for a driver I was about to pass. I’d say something about the view I just got from that car behind him, not mentioning the type of car or color. I’d soon find out whether they were tit lovers or not before pulling along side them.
---The C B radio was also great for getting the drivers’ reactions and things they’d like Dollie to do….with her own titties, and with the drivers if we’d stop! By then they figured we were together in the same car. As long as we were within radio range none gave away our location or description of vehicle. In fact, we often went to another CB channel to carry on our kinky talks and games. Cell phones and cameras make many games today a gamble. However word did get to other drivers on the road occasionally. We sometimes got requests to meet or pull up along side them. It was only Cops we were concerned about and never had any problems.
---Stopping for gas was often exciting, sometimes embarrassing. I tried to pick larger truck stops so we could eat, take potty breaks, and rest a little in one stop. Dollie always had to make a pee stop as I fueled up. She’d wait inside till I was finished to pay for the gas. (before prepay) Quite often a trucker would walk up and thank her for the show he’d seen someplace down the road.
---It was normal for a trucker to ask to sit with us as we ate, even pay for our meal, as MsDollie sat with her boobs mostly exposed. Yes, when possible, she’d let one tit slip out to give the driver a closer look. There were often times a trucker, or male from a car or pickup, would visit me as I was fueling our vehicle. Most were thanking me, complimenting me, and sometimes curious why I let my wife flash them.
--- As another little attention getter, MsDollie would fuel up as I washed the windows. Bending just right to show an unsuspecting male, Dollie would let her boobs slip out, or expose her bare ass and more. We’d use the fuel pumps, vehicles, and maybe me to keep the views narrowed down to only certain persons. Again, before surveillance cameras. But accidents still happen.
---Of course, I knew what a Lot Lizard was and so did Dollie. Besides taking tit pictures next to signs and statues, I love taking them next to heavy equipment, farm equipment, and tractor-trailer rigs. When we had time to kill we’d wander through the truck parking areas of large truck stops taking pictures of MsDollie. With her normal play clothes, it was easy to pose topless or with a tit out. And easy for a beaver shot next to a semi.
--- Dollie was invited to pose in many trucks and on the steps or rear catwalk. As in posing for heavy equipment and other things with men nearby, there seemed to always be a few helping hands to assist MsDollie up and down. Hands that willingly pushed a bare ass upward or held a bare boob for better photos. Even with all of those helpful truckers none actually touched Dollie’s pussy unless she told him it was okay. More than one truckers fingers disappeared for a few seconds. Everyone we’ve met has been true gentlemen.
---Looking back, we must have lived right. We never met any real sex maniacs or worse. Amazingly just the opposite. All were gentlemen and very polite. Sure, most wanted to touchy-feely. And Dollie occasionally let some men play around. But that’s another story.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

I must be doing something right. None of the stories have been deleted yet. I will admit there has been nothing exciting so far. But our stories can't compare with this group. Please tell your friends to read our CLOSET CLEANING adventures so we will want to continue adding the hundreds of stories we already have written.

I began this group with the first topic CUMMING OUT OF OUR CLOSET. Never imagined I would remember and write so many stories.
I continued later with WHOOPSIE WE GOT CAUGHT to show that things sometimes happen that we can't control. But first CUMMING OUT part two.
About Our Early Camping Adventures
--- In our earliest summers I only got two weeks vacation. Always during July factory shutdown. We were really into camping; weekends, holidays, and vacations. I made a notepad with campgrounds we liked and others we’d like to visit. Our requirements were simple: must be water to play in or round, a lake, river, creek, pool, etc. That way we could wear skimpy swimsuits most of the time. A place to fish and sunbath always helped. We preferred secluded primitive type campgrounds.
---Most still were primitive in the late 50’s thu the 70’s, when we started camping together. And we were still rather bashful at this time so felt better alone. Campgrounds had only a central water faucet or pump, outhouses, sometimes a shower house. No electricity to watch satellite TV, no micro waves, no phones, no lights. We went camping to camp and relax. We also looked for scenic places to wander around.
--- Our biggest requirement was finding places within a day’s drive. Living in Central Illinois this left lower Wisconsin, lower Michigan, parts of Iowa, Indiana, Kentucky, Missouri, and upper Arkansas as our destinations. Most trips were by car or truck pulling various small RV’s. But some were on our old Harley with the trusty one-man pup tent.
--- No matter what way we traveled, Dollie was usually topless, sometimes nude. The nude riding came much later on. I started getting her to show skin and flash. She soon loved doing it. Our tittie games were played in all of the above States and most campgrounds. It was easier than you think. We often took walks or hikes in secluded campgrounds, woods, and low mountains. I was getting into taking souvenir booby pictures near signs, statues, etc.
---t didn’t happen often but sometimes we met hikers from the other direction, or from adjoining paths. At first Dollie covered up. Occasionally she didn’t have time. Both of us were enjoying the thrill of her being caught. So Dollie began remaining topless. Even then, surprisingly, most people rushed past us. A few stopped and visited, talking about nature. It was funny how few actually stared at Dollie or mentioned her being topless or naked. What would you do? It’s sort of like those Candid Camera games. But this has changed now too. People aren't as bashful. Remember cameras were primative film types and most people rarely even carried one in the boonies.
--- The more Dollie accidentally got caught the more it didn’t bother her. In fact we began “accidentally” getting caught on purpose after a few years. This is about when I was taking those tittie pictures in secluded places… only to get caught by other vacationers. The varied reactions made getting caught fun and exciting. Sometimes it seemed to take hours just to get “accidentally” caught showing her titties. Dollie began getting mad about all of the waiting and killing time. So she just dressed wilder, we took pictures more in public, and we let nature decide when we’d get caught.
---It was during these times we also learned what voyeurs were. We used them for our own fun and games, not letting voyeurs know we saw them.This seemed to happen along deserted stretches of beaches. Mostly on either side of Lake Michigan. We’d often both be naked. We’d play with each other as men hid in the woods or among bushes and weeds. Some had binoculars or telescopes. You tend to sense being watched then look for a reflection or sound in the brush. We have no idea how many had watched us for years before we actually found out and began checking closer. We’d see the sun glisten off something or see the brush move. Maybe even hear them sneaking through the distant trees.
--- I’d masturbate Dollie or fondle her tits. She’d jack me off, sometimes making it ejaculate onto the ground. We’d even screw, as men hid and watched. It was like we were acting in our own porn show. Often men would jack off as they watched us from their hiding spot. Occasionally young men would loose control and step out into the open on the beach, masturbating themselves. As we walked past them, Dollie often complimented them on their hard prick. I still don’t know how we kept from being attacked or stayed out of trouble.
---But I am repeating things again. This little story is only to show we played games in a varied area around our home State. Always going home happy and horny! And often sending strangers home with memories of their own. Do you ever think back to your wilder days and feel it was someone else you are remembering? Each time I write a new story and review it, I am amazed it was us I wrote about. We learned to have fun being sexy and kinky. We took chances yet were always careful. We almost always had a way out or an excuse if we got caught.
--- There were, and are, times we think we were too wild and naughty. But, we still play around when we can and believe our way of life really was fun for everyone involved. Rarely did we get any complaints. If we could start over as horny newlyweds we’d do it all over again. Of course, differently, since modern electronics are now part of our everyday lives and we are not really alone, as back then, even in the most remote places. Hell Google is watching us everywhere!
--- But there are also advantages to these modern devices. Look at this site for instance. Anyone can post kinky stories and naked pictures of themselves or loved ones for the entire world to view. Couldn’t do that with a Polaroid camera, a note pad, and a pencil. I keep thinking that if digital cameras and cell phones, the computer, and internet were around in our early days, we would have been much wilder. We wouldn’t have needed a closet to hide in. Thousands of friends and strangers would see our games live.----------- Live, Love, Laugh……. Get kinky!
-----------------------------------------------Sometimes we even acted decent.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

LOOKIN BACK ON LIFE
---I will try to remember other adventures in the lives and times of Denny & Dollie. Many people think, with all of the stories of the past, that all we did was have sex and play kinky games. Remember, we’ve been together over half a Century……and feel it. In between the games, there were many times Dollie had surgery and other problems. She went through cycles of being obese, thin, even bedridden for over a year. Dollie eventually went from a wheelchair to a walker, and now out does me.
---We had three kids of our own and adopted our first grandson. She went to PTA meetings, church events, helped with neighborhood yard sales, family vacations, etc. Everything a good Mother would do. Often we took our two young sons and several of their friends with us camping. And with one daughter, we'd take her and a few young girls other times. Along with two camping Clubs and membership RV parks, we were just a plain regular family having clean fun. The only difference, being with just our kids, camping, on beaches, and home, Dollie often wore bikinis, halter tops, or went topless till the kids were in early teens. Even the kids thought that was normal.
--- Keep in mind many nudists take their children to resorts and nude beaches. Something we would never do. We see nothing really wrong with it. But feel this is something children should chose for themselves later in their own lives. Going naked and other kinky things we’ve done were no business of our kids.
---It was those times we got away from the kids, either leaving them home with a sitter, or at membership campgrounds with supervision, that we played our tit games and eventually got more daring. These are the stories we tell bikers and friends who like Dollie for the way she dresses and acts when away from our local friends, relatives, and neighbors. We were young and the games seemed normal.
--- Even after retiring in 1994 our ages didn’t seem to matter. We fit right in with teeny-boppers and baby boomers. Then one day someone said “go granny” when Dollie was in a wet T-shirt contest. (By the way, she won first place.) At another bike event I was called gramps. We realized we were getting too old for acting this way. We both cut back on the type clothes we wore and how we carried on. Old friends and many bikers who remembered us the way we were began to question why we tamed down. Found out Dollie was the idol and envy of many, male and female. For years, she was often asked to give gals tips on what to wear and how to act sexy. They were still asking last time we were at a local bar. Even women who wouldn’t dress that way themselves, and men who wouldn’t let them, loved Dollie being so daring. Yes, many copied, at least for the day, and that’s the ultimate compliment.
--- We felt it was our calling to keep our tit games going after we were too old and after we were gone. We had to become teachers! Another reason for this CLOSET CLEANING group. We have no idea how many others actually do wear wilder clothes and play flashin and tit sharing games because of Dollie. We do know we’ve met many later, carrying on our family tradition. Women who were too shy, husbands too overly protective, now enjoying some clean simple booby games.
--- MsDollie always had firm erect breasts. I used to call them Cartoon Boobs because they were too high and too round. Age and a Brown Recluse spider changed this. After many surgeries and nearly loosing her breast….and her life, we still have two fairly decent play toys to continue our games till death. I’ve mentioned it elsewhere: the damaged breast now has internal scar tissue as it healed. There is a scar and flat spot in the area of surgery, performed twice, to remove the poison. Her right breast is softer and hangs because the Doctor removed flesh and muscle to make them approximately the same size again. The scars and the scar tissue make many think she's had implants. In truth doctors wanted to remove the one and give her an implant. Dollie said "I want real boobs no matter what size they end up."
--- Not the Cartoon boobs of the past. But still two fairly well shaped toys to continue showing and sharing. Due to other circumstances, we have not been able to attend any bike events or visit old booby partners. We didn’t know how anyone would react to Dollie’s new toys. We really don’t care because she is still alive, well, sexy, and has both breasts basically factory original.
---This didn’t turn out to be the kinky story of games and perversion that I started. But hopefully it will encourage you, the readers, to just let loose and enjoy your body no matter what shape it’s in. We know, on this site, many now the ages we were back then, are already playing games we didn’t try till we got older. Congratulations, have a wild fun time, but be careful.
And remember this, surveillance cameras, digital cameras, and cell phone cameras were not invented when our games began. I was drawing booby pictures on cave walls.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

“Those Pasties and G-strings.”
--- Many places in Florida have a regular monthly car and motorcycle show, consisting of antiques, street rods, muscle cars, etc. along with a large used parts swap meet. W********, held in an old fair grounds…… coincidently at W*****, Florida, is well known by car guys. This evolved into another nearby show at the same time, at ********, also a bike show and biker parts swap meet since there are many bikers in central Florida. In time, shit happened. The originators and the car show-swap meet portion of W**** was moved to the other fairground only miles North. Surprisingly, the motorcycle swap meet and show remained at W**** and got much larger. It also began having car shows. Both events are now held, as before, once a month. Sadly at the same time. We‘d switch between them. So large, it is impossible to attend both in one day. Found that out soon! But the W--- swap meet is more fun for lookin at biker babes.
---As with most swap meets, vendors appeared selling craft items, flowers and shrubs, new reproduction car and bike parts, and clothing. At first it seemed to be automotive related clothing….T-shirts, racing jackets, etc. Same with the motorcycle apparel. Somewhere along the line, sexy women's clothes appeared. While I‘d shop for a motorcycle T-shirt or a hotrod shirt, Dollie was wandering through bikinis, mini skirts, and see-through tops. I always enjoyed this because she often wanted to try on her latest discovery.
---Swap meet vendors do not have fancy dressing rooms. They often do have clothes racks to stand behind, to be partially hidden, but rarely completely. And those utility trailers or cube vans that they brought their treasures in worked as make-shift dressing rooms. Vendors were, most times, willing to help Dollie find a changing area. Mostly because she’d model her latest find right in front of anyone within site. Free modeling for more sales! Lots of good clothing buys. Lots of useless crap over the years.
--- Dollie regularly bought leather biker type clothing and lacy undergarments from the same woman vendor. As often happens, she’d get a discount. One time the vendor lady told Dollie she had a gift for her. Showed Dollie several colors and styles of pasties and matching thong or G-string bottoms. All nicely sealed in bubble-type containers. Dollie accepted a pretty blue set. Never wore them. But a few months later, Dollie bought some more clothes she just had to have for an upcoming party or bike event. This time she graciously accepted a red set of pasties and G-string.
--- Dollie always said “someday I’ll wear these things.” I believe she did try them on at home a time or two. But like 90% of all bikinis and sexy lingerie bought by women…never worn out of the bedroom. But, Dollie did finally wear the red pasties right there in a crowded New Orleans strip joint on Bourbon Street!. Yea Dollie! No no pictures. We were usually too busy having fun.
Remembered another clothing story at the same monthly car-bike-swap meet. Read it next.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

INTERNET MODEL

---Way back in the dark ages, late nineties, we had no idea exactly what internet was. Kids in Illinois had it. Friends had it. But never paid much attention to those big ole monitors and boxes in people’s homes. Again,at the swap meet, just a few vendor spaces down from the lady who gave Dollie clothing discounts and pasties was a new biker wear vendor into leather clothing only. Seems he was only going to try the swap meet a few times. He sells over internet usually. Whatever that was.
---No other customers or swap meet visitors were nearby. This temporary vendor setup wasn’t doing well. The guy was on an end row, main isle, with several of those pop up shelters filled with tables and racks. His cube van nearby for storage. Seemed like a great location. Like me, most were lookin for used bike or car parts, or were there for the car and bike show. As I scrounged through dirty rusty car parts across the isle, Dollie tried on an extremely low revealing leather biker babe top in the guy‘s cube van. Stepped out lookin sexy. Suddenly a few couples showed up to look at merchandise….. Or Dollie’s titties! (.)(.) Couple of men picked out similar sexy tops for their women. Sales were made. Prices were slightly high considering they were swap meet clothes.
---Man explained he’d been looking for a model to demo his clothing line on his internet web site. Still had no idea what he was talking about. Website? He asked Dollie if she’d mind trying on a pair of short leather shorts, along with that top, and he’d take some pictures. That’s like asking me if I like tits! This wardrobe brought a larger crowd. More sales were made after the vendor, I, and others took some pictures.
---An idea was born. If Dollie lets him take some more pictures with her modeling other skimpy things from his clothing line she can keep those she now has on. Also he would give her a discount on anything else she likes. Like dangling a fresh worm in front of a hungry Catfish! A model was born! The deal was he’d put those pictures on his website. Plus he gave us cards to hand out advertising his leather clothing.
---I had forgotten this till now. All cards were handed out or lost years ago.Have no idea whether Dollie became an internet clothing model or how business went. After that one time, we began going more to the other, newest, show-swap meet because we enjoyed showing our old cars at that one more. And, being larger, it was getting more and more car parts vendors.
---This temporary clothing model thing happened many times, before, and after that time. Usually involved getting something half-priced or free. Everything from bikinis to narrow suspenders and jewelry. But the real reason was because we both got a cheap thrill when it happened.
On a plus side for the vendors, I’m pretty sure each made enough on new sales to make up for the losses in Dollie’s discounts.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

YARD SALES AND ROADSIDE VENDORS

---There are many women who stick their nose up when yard sales are mentioned. Dollie loves them and gets some new and nearly new clothes that way. Believe me, there is no way I could afford all the clothes she has if they were all bought at an upscale clothing store. But we go more for the kinky games we play than the bargains. I’ve written someplace about some of the great buys Dollie got at yard sales. I’ll hit briefly on a few here. Most often it’s the good deals she’s gotten on clothes for herself. Of course, what she was wearing at the time made a lot of difference on the reactions of the sellers.
--- These games work especially well with males at yard sales. They like watching Dollie try on clothes over whatever she is wearing. To tease and hopefully get even better bargains she’ll ask what they’d take for an item if she removed her top to try another on. The word FREE has come up a lot! There seems to always be a place to semi hide behind other items so most shoppers and neighbors can’t see her. Maybe behind a car, rack of clothing, even inside a garage.
---As I’ve mentioned many times, it was never the money saved, or even the fact she needed some new clothes. It was the fun. Dollie has gotten me some real good deals too. I’d often coax her into asking for discounts on everything from tools to car parts. Bending over, or letting a strap slip down, as she looks at the item seems to bring the prices down. This has worked at yard sales, flea markets, and car swap meets. Even if the vendor doesn’t reduce his price, we all get a cheap thrill.
---The most looked for things of course are sexy revealing clothing and leather biker clothes. She’s gotten jackets, chaps, and vests at bargain prices. Once in Wisconsin while wearing a bikini in 100 degree weather, Dollie tried on and bought a men’s leather jacket and chaps for under $50. Roadside junk vendors are often fun too. She’s gotten me old license plates and tools for a few dollars, and yard ornaments and trinkets for pennies. In the Florida Keys she bought a bunch of those wind socks, camper or yard ornaments, and other cool things at give-away prices just for showing a lot of skin. All crap we needed badly!
---These games work equally well at small produce and fruit stands, and food vendors along the back roads. More than once Dollie has shown a melon of her own for a free or discounted fresh melon. This is cheap fun entertainment for warmer weather anyplace you may travel. Give yourself and some strangers a thrill to pass the time and make some memories.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Our Barely Legal-Aged Local Bar Adventure Beginnings
---I wrote in another section about how we started going to Strip Clubs in Central Illinois as soon as we were of legal age. There were many strip joints in the nearby city, Peoria. Some were up-scale and many sleazy low-classed neighborhood dives. A combination of low pay, more fun at the little joints, and raising a new family, we chose the sleazy neighborhood dives.
---Those were perhaps our real training periods for Dollie to dress like a hooker or stripper. Our only other previous experiences with Dollie showing skin were while camping, hiking, and other outdoor adventures. Those were totally different and natural feeling. Spending hours in those tiny crowded night clubs with all eyes sometimes on Dollie, made for creepy erotic experiences. Those who never lived it may not realize how nasty some old men talk in neighborhood bars and strip joints.
--- Naturally, barely legal, Dollie fit right in at those strip clubs. So much that often she was mistaken for one of the local strippers----or a prostitute. We looked at these as compliments. Adding to the fun, several of our young female friends worked in those small strip clubs. Between them, the owners, and some of my buddies, Dollie was constantly being offered a job. Considering what I was earning, I often asked her to try the stripper’s way of life. Some girls were making a decent living that way. Because many strippers ended up becoming prostitutes ,lesbians, or druggies, neither Dollie or I really liked the idea.
--- But this story is about the small neighborhood regular bars in our small town. There were only two biker bars and biker bars had a bad name at this time. One was a private very nasty wild place. (Story later) The other was public and not much cleaner. Since we now had a motorcycle, we did occasionally stop for a few drinks during weekend afternoons at the public biker bar. Bikers there were loud, dirty mouthed, and constantly hitting on Dollie to show her tits and ass. Altho this was something we’d been around in other places, it’s how they talked and acted that made us feel uncomfortable. Dollie always dressed more decently when stopping there so as not to encourage them.
---Since I was the youngest at the local factory, I was always teased about sex and being the man of the house. A bunch of the guys stopped every evening after work at a few local taverns for a few beers and to play pool or cards. I had to eventually stop in too to prove I wore the pants in our family.These were friendly reasonably quiet places not far from home. Prices were cheap on meals, sandwiches and beer, either draft or bottled. There always seemed to be a female bartender and a few friendly customers wearing short skirts and low tops.
---Some of the guys coaxed me into bringing Dollie to their favorite watering hole. They’d seen the pictures of her I had on my office desk and thought she looked hot and sexy. Several mentioned her boobs lookin nice and wanted to see them in person. I was proud of those boobs so it didn’t take much coaxing. Dollie was curious about the bar, the sexy lookin women I’d mentioned, and the co workers who thought she looked hot! So, one evening after work, I went straight home and got Dollie to go to the local employee’s favorite bar.
--- Dollie was wearing cheek showin hot pants and a low slung tit showin blouse. It’s what she’d worn all day and, as she said--- ”I ain’t about to change just to go to some run down local bar.” Needless to say, my co workers loved how Dollie looked. Most said her boobs were bigger than in the pictures on my desk. Dollie loved that and the attention she got that evening.
---A new trend began! I’m not positive if it was there, or at a strip club that we both first got all the beers we wanted---free! This was a bonus nearly every time we went out any place drinkin. Keep in mind, draft beer was like 25-35 cents back in the 60’s and a bottle of domestic around 50 cents or less. It was the thought that counted. Also, I was makin only around a dollar an hour! Dollie was havin fun at those employee hangouts and soon we were spending time in other local taverns around town. Meals were cheap, drinks cheap --usually free--- and everyone always friendly. Like Cheers, in small towns, everyone knew your name.
--- I don’t really remember a lot of flashing back then, but lots of exposed tittie flesh and short skirts were always available. It was soon a competition between Dollie and the other local gals. Seems like tops got lower, and skirts got shorter, as time went by. Gals didn’t usually actually flash. But tits seemed to be hangin free, Dollie’s included, in those other taverns. Not a bad thing for us girl watchin men. Dollie kept her tits reasonably covered at the bars closer to work where my co workers hung out.
---This dressing sexy, and letting everything all hang out, was our training for other strip clubs, and for taverns away from home. It was then we played our real booby and pussy showing games. By the time we were in our early-twenties, micro minis without panties, low tops without bras, flashing, and mooning were part of our normal vacation adventures. It soon became normal for Dollie to sit around showing her pussy in those small neighborhood bars and tiny strip clubs. I may have been her teacher. But she was a good student.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

THE JOINT--------- A story about the local biker club bar.

---Things were different many years ago and this was one reason bikers had a bad name. This was, is, a public bar right near downtown. Yet, if you didn't belong to the CLUB, or were not with another member, you weren't welcome. The members didn't call it a club, they called it their GANG.
---Believe me many strangers and other bad assed bikers found this out the hard way. Even the Cops would rarely go in the place. Then only in groups and after much complaining by citizens. I'd heard many stories about THE JOINT as I grew up in town. But didn't believe most of them. Young girls, often too young, were coaxed and tricked into going to the JOINT. Many never returned to freedom. They, along with wives and girlfriends of other members, were used as sex slaves and bar girls.
----Often young girls were taken to the clubhouse near the next town to be used as toys for the club officers...then when they tired of the girls...used by other gang members. Some girls were never seen again. It only surfaced many years later that rumors of young girls being tortured then murdered were true. Bodies were found and gang members eventually went to prison.
---But here is a little story about the few times I was invited to THE JOINT by co worker and friend Hippy D. Hippy and I worked for the same company. We often rode to and from work together. He had a wild lookin Sportster chopper. Me a bone-stock 1950 Panhead. Hippy usually stopped at the JOINT on the way home and I went on to my house. He was often askin me to stop in for a few beers.
---One afternoon I did. Needless to say, I was scared shitless....or whatever! But, being invited by Hippy, I was welcomed and began to feel somewhat comfortable. There were only a few women there that first time. One the bar maid in hot pants and a cleavage poppin top. A few others, awfully young I thought, sittin on biker's laps or huggin and being pawed by several different bikers. As far as I remember, those young kids wore mini skirts and some sort of blouses with their ittie bittie titties exposed. May have been topless or had them hangin completely out the tops. All I remember is lots of tits and ass showin on several young lookin girls.
---Maybe a few month's later, I stopped again with Hippy. As soon as I was inside the door I was shocked. A pretty, young, naked girl was laid out on the pool table, spread out. Her hands and feet being held by four wild lookin bikers. Others were jammin fingers and pool balls in her pussy. Occasionally a biker would stick a pool cue up her ass or c*nt till she screamed loudly.
--- As I sat at the bar with Hippy I watched as several of those big fat bikers took turns fucking her repeatedly. At the same time, other young girls were being fondled and were screaming. They were being yanked around by their tits and fingered by which ever biker was near. I heard someone telling them they were next on the pool table. I drank my beer and walked out. Hippy followed me telling me this happens all the time. I never went back again. There were often police cars and cops in the lot on weekends. Sometime after that, the JOINT and the clubhouse were raided and arrests were made.
---The JOINT is still there but I have no idea what goes on inside now days. I actually went in several years ago after Hippy moved back home from Florida where he also retired. No one knew anything about him but remembered the Hippy with the blue chopper. The few minutes I was there, the few people inside were friendly

[ModelT-MsDollie]

RIVER RATS… Part 1
---Let’s go back to Central Illinois, where I was born and raised. After I met Dollie and got my first car we were free. Free to roam beyond the small city where we lived. Even when still in High School, I loved hiking, swimming, and driving around in circles.
There were several old gravel pit lakes where we used to ride our bikes to swim in clear blue spring filled water. Rare for muddy Illinois lakes and streams. Two of these small lakes beyond town were developed into pay swimming beaches. Fun at times. But why pay to go to a crowded beach when nothing except chain link fences and KEEP OUT signs were in the way at several other lakes?
--- But this is about a small river that wandered through the County. We could get to it going East, South, or south West. We usually went south. Near the river to the East was another pay gravel pit beach with camping. Spent many weekends there and a few small access areas along the “River.”
---South of town, or south and then West were two popular swimming holes with fresh springs along the River banks. Each was easy to get to because of new vehicle bridges leaving nice graded sloping areas to walk down to the River. We could park beside the roadway in the newly graded approach sections. No Parking signs and ornery cops were unheard of. This was the midwest back in the good ol days.
--- Location one was south of town. Besides the vehicle bridge for the two lane County road, there was a railroad bridge next to it, both crossed the River. This railroad bridge was an iron trestle type and there were RR switch yards not far in both directions. Short trains would be pulled either direction by a single engine and caboose many times an afternoon. Most times there were two engineers in the front engine and a few switchmen in the little red caboose.
---This swimming hole was popular for young families on weekends because of the shallow flat beach area for kids to play under and to one side of the RR trestle. Upstream and down slightly there were sweeping “S” curves with cool springs. These areas were cut deeply by the sometimes high water and swift current after rains. A fun place to dive and swim. The River was about 100’ wide in places and there were holes 25-30’ deep in the tight bends. But there were also areas only 25’ to 30’ wide with trees jutting out over the water. Many dead trees were always scattered along the banks. At times there might be places to walk across only knee deep. So then only small Jon boats and similar fishing boats were all that were on the River. Rarely were hunters or fishermen in the areas we swam.
--- During the week in warm weather teens and mostly young couples with cars would meet to party, cook out under the vehicle bridge, swim and sun themselves. Never seemed too crowded most times and we all got to know each other as friends. Even though the River was usually shallow near the RR bridge brave, or stupid, kids would jump and dive from the RR trestle.
---Okay now the scene is set. Since we were mostly teens thru maybe 30ish, we were brave beyond our wise-ness. And ya gotta remember poor farmers and poor city-slickers didn’t own swimsuits. Started out with the gals usually wearing t-shirts and short shorts. Guys wearing cut-off jeans or boxer short underwear. Didn’t take long to find out swimming in those things wasn’t practical. Besides if they didn’t fall off, for the most part tops were see-thru, or some other danged kid yanked em off!
---Over time, it was known by many as the nude swimming hole. Soon even newcomers went skinny dippin there. No one above could see because the RR bridge blocked the view from the vehicle bridge unless people wandered too far up or down stream. And people on the highway drove too fast to see anything anyway. As far as I recollect, the only hanky-panky goin on would be around the fire pit and in the River after dark. No one fooled with any gal he didn’t bring. No one got mouthy or talked dirty. Amazing when you add beer, booze, and horny kids from farms and the small towns. But, again, life was different in the olden days!
---When a train came either direction on the single set of tracks the ground shook. From the south they blew their whistle for a small entrance road to a vacation cabin area. Those neekid people who were beyond the two bridges would jump into the river or run under one of the two bridges. Worked great for a Summer or two. Then some gal either got brave or wasn’t fast enough and got caught by the guys in the engine of the Choo choo train. A new game was created! The engineer tooted the horn and the men waved. The switchmen in the caboose apparently were warned. They stood out on the back open area and yelled and waved also.
---Yep, new game! The girl or girls who got caught naked laughed and everyone teased them. After that, every time a train went over the trestle, the engineer slowed way down and everyone on board waved and hollered! This became a dare and double-dare ya thing for most of us on the riverbank. It went on for as long as I remember. Can’t believe the cops never were called. No cell phones. But, again, things were different back then. No one was hurt and everybody got a thrill.
---As for me and Dollie, I know exactly why we stopped going down there to that swimming hole. Mom’s brother, my uncle, was a RR switchman! Nuff said? Don’t think he actually saw us. But he mentioned to us what he did see a few times as he passed that trestle! That’s why we moved to the next swimming hole South-West on another County road. No train tracks there. But two small airports where new pilots practiced touch-n-go landings and old crop duster planes flew in and out. More teasin. But even those old bi-planes could only slow down for a quick peek!
-------------Stay tuned for this swimming hole story another day. As Archie Bunker said----Those were the good ole dayz.”

[ModelT-MsDollie]

RIVER RATS Part 2

---Well here we are in Central Illinois, headed for another swimming hole at THE RIVER. We passed this place many times before the new bridge was put in. We always went farther to Spring Lake, to swim, fish, even campout along the edges of this large long spring-fed lake. Didn’t realize it then, it was formed out of wetlands and springs using low levees to create a Duck hunting area. But this could be another story.
--- Let’s go back down to the River! For many years we never went to this wide spring-feed spot with a wide sweeping bend along the River. Dense trees and brush, no places to park, and difficult to get down to water. A new bridge and the right of ways cleared now made access easy for us kids. But now this swimming hole was even nicer as far as family swimming. On one side, there was a natural wide slopping beach. The far side had a steep bank and a farmer’s field fenced from access from the County road. This twisty-turning River flowed wildly during Spring thaws and other times of heavy rains farther North. It created nice deep pockets in the curves….great for Catfishin and swimming. The new modern bridge, again, created slopping approaches for easy access to the nice natural beach below. Also again making a safe parking area for vehicles on the shoulders.
--- Since young couples with kids, and Grannies alike, came here to cool off during Summer weekends, we wandered down to the River after school, then on after work. We were all grown up and mature by now. Everyone wore bathing suits here. I was finally wearing Speedos and soon bikinis that my blushing bride and her girlfriends insisted I wore. You may think Pussy whipped or henpecked. But I learned long before this that it pays to listen to women.
--- Since this was a low bridge over the River, and much of the nice beach area was farther south of the bridge, it was more open for being seen from the bridge and roadway. Farmers on tractors, in grain trucks, and people passing to go fishing in the lake beyond often stopped on the bridge to take a look. But just cause we all wore bathing suits to the river didn’t mean they always remained all the way on, or even on, at all times! After all, we often played games like keep away, tag, etc. in and out of the water.
---But this is supposed to be about nudity and flashing again. Occasionally when a local farmer on a tractor, grain hauler, or anyone traveling this County road regularly passed or stopped briefly a breast or bare butt might be exposed for a few moments. This seemed to cause them to stop more often and look longer. Yelling nice comments and hinting to show more seemed to bring out the breast…best in many of the gals. And the bathing suits, over time, seemed to get skimpier, leaving more flesh bare and more accidental exposure. (?) Keep in mind the midwest was behind with clothing trends out on the west coast. And again the games began. I would get Dollie to loosen her bikini straps even more, letting her boobs flop out without much movement…by accident. Seems like the other gals were competing, which was fine with us young guys.
---Then one hot afternoon Dollie and I went to the river just to cool off alone. There was no one there except about 5 or 6 gals about our ages….mid-twenties. They seemed to be playing keep-away or just tossing a beach ball around. Boobies were bouncing freely in the open. They must have not expected anyone there either, cause they wore the tiniest bikinis possible. This was before us Mid-Westerners ever heard of thongs. Me being the only male, they seemed noticeably embarrassed at first, slipping pretty titties back into too-small cups the best they could. ----Dollie’s bikini was as tiny and my bikini, not covering too much either. We discovered that if I wore bikinis made of stretchy material my little pecker would sort of lay in a pouch. Altho we’d never seen these gals before, we were soon welcomed and joined in the game of keep away. Yes, I was trying to be careful,,,,, yea right….but seemed to be grabbing hands-full of bare boobies more often than the beach ball!
--- One of the girls decided to get even. Next time I “accidentally” got a grip on her bare breast she pulled my bikini down. A few gals got a peek before I could get my swimsuit back up. It happened again and again, all the while Dollie was laughing as much as those gals. Actually I believe it was Dollie who finally pulled my bikini down past my knees. I lost my balance and fell. Things get dizzy from here on. One of the girls was holding my bikini, then I was chasing her to get it. No longer was this a game of ball keep away….it became a game of my bikini, keeping it away from me. The more I ran and grabbed boobs, the more my Cock bounced and got hard. Each time a vehicle approached from either direction, I knelt down in the shallow water in the river.
---These gals weren't dumb. Those wild crazy girls stayed in the knee deep water and on the beach, forcing me to run wildly, naked as a Jay bird, in hot pursuit! I suppose this game ended as we all got tired. I don’t actually remember getting fondled by any of the girls. But I occasionally got grabbed and bumped during this recovery attempt. Finally my swimsuit was returned, we all had some laughs, and eventually we left. I don’t recall ever seeing those gals again. Tried to remember the car they were in but never saw it either. Dollie teased me many times and told our girlfriends about it.
---Yes, we sometimes took one of Dollie’s horny friends to those swimming holes too. But they remained good girls for the most part, in public. That is except for Charlotte a few times at the big deep clear Spring Lake. But that’s nuther story!