WHOOPSIE WE GOT LUCKY !
 

A Dream Come True !

--- Got caught by the Police for takin booby pictures of MsDollie in public parking lot and what do we get? Two free invitations to the upcoming Saturday’s open house at the nearby PLAYBOY MANSION! Holey Shit!
I called the number asking us to confirm being there. I was told to wear what we wore when we received the passes. How did they know? Okay, sounds kinky. We talked about the weekend for two more days. Dollie was fine with wearing a tiny bikini. But, I wore jeans and a T-shirt. More of my formal attire! Drove up the long drive, stopping behind a Jaguar and a Mercedes at the large iron gate. Us in a 1965 Mustang fastback! As people were checked in by two guards, the gate opened, then closed for each vehicle. As I stopped next a security guard walked up on each side of our little Mustang. What a weird feeling, after those fancy cars entered, and more were behind us. Cadillac’s, Rolls Royce’s, maybe a cheap Buick or two.
The guards knelt down and stuck their heads into the window on each side. The young guys face nearly in Dollie’s boobs! As I handed the two passes to the guard, he said “Mr. S---, I don’t need those. Drive right in and park behind the others.” HUH? The other security guard told Dollie “after you enter the gates, feel free to remove your top…or bottom.“ We got out and someone parked our car.
A large lawn with fountains, pool with waterfall, flowers and ornamental shrubbery everywhere. Just like in the magazine pictures of the past. Almost immediately my eyes burned and I nearly got dizzy, trying to look in every direction at once. Everyplace I looked, there were Playboy Bunnies, half wearing very tiny bikinis, others topless. There were other guests and celebrities. Not being a movie buff, I didn’t know one from the other.
--- We were greeted by beautiful women and couples who seemed to appear from behind the bushes. Again, nearly half the women were large busted and topless. None totally nude that I remember. Most of the men looked like they were dressed for a wedding. Photographers were taking pictures nonstop.
---Someone suggested Dollie remove her top. Sure, she did! I didn’t even bring a camera. For at least a year later, I looked at Playboy for pictures of Dollie. Never saw one. We aren‘t drinkers, but we ate our share of things I‘d never seen before. Then, we saw Heff! I could lie and say we met. But this isn’t a fairy tale. I’m cleanin out our closet. So it’s truth or nothing. Hugh Hefner was walking our way and waved to us…Dollie I think!….. A beautiful blonde playmate on each side. Heff was within 20-25 feet of us, then someone called his name and he turned, walking into the crowd.
Still, we were at the mansion. We saw many Playmates and other beautiful and topless women. And we saw Hugh Hefner!!!! All that was left was to buy one of those mansions on the other side of Lake Geneva!
---Yea, right! Like I wrote…..we got caught baring Dollie’s titties and see where it got us!!!! Kinda made us want to show her boobies in another town. But I heard jails are cold and unfriendly.

Random Getting Caught Stories to Follow
 

Let’s jump around some.
---Ages at this time, in our late 30’s. We did a lot of camping just over Illinois State line in Iowa, from Burlington to Keokuk. Not far westward of Mississippi River are many State, County, and City Parks with camping and fishing. Back when C B radios were popular, I’d get on when in new areas and ask about small camping spots with fishing or swimming. We discovered several very small County parks with small lakes and ponds with really great Pan Fish fishing.
---One place became our favorite for several reasons, W--- lake in eastern Iowa. I could fill an hourglass fish basket in 30 minutes or less, right off the bank, with some of the largest Crappie, Warmouth, and Sunfish I’ve ever seen. Also, often we were the only campers in the Park. Even when on a crowded Holiday we might be alone. At the end of the lane going to the far end was room for one RV. For some reason no one seemed to camp way down there. Those big babies needed water, electric, and restrooms. We had all that in the RV.
---With our small 30’ fifth wheel and super cab truck it was a trick to get turned around and parked. People scratched their heads in disbelief when they walked down and saw that rig in the little space. That’s what truckers do! But, we actually had lots of room for sunbathing and playing yard Jarts, a popular game back then. The entire small end had shrubs and trees along water’s edge, hiding our site from the open end closer to the entrance. Still, we could see anyone entering the park or driving to the main campground or toward us. Perfect!
---We always wore a tiny bikini whether fishing, walking around the lake and small ponds, sunning, or just fooling around. I did my fishing in a small deep pond about ½ mile walk to the front side of the Park. Not many even knew about it back in the trees and weeds. Dollie went topless whenever and wherever possible.
---The white rock road leading to the end we camped was usually dusty. Tires over the rock road made a rumbling noise. The lake side was mostly tree lined with only openings where a few small parking spaces were. We could see a vehicle passing those clearings when we heard them on the road. On the other side, was a narrow walking path which came from the regular camping area at the front side of the lake. It too had a few clearings where we could see hikers pass. This was the path we walked to the small fising lake. Of course when there are two or more people walking through a trail, they talk and could be heard quite a distance. Perfect setup for Dollie to go topless often.
---We had become friends with the Ranger and we believe he’d seen Dollie topless at times. In our visits he mentioned his wife sometimes goes topless and nude at home. In a round about way he was telling us, often, that it was okay, as long as kids weren’t nearby and no one complained. We’re assuming he had been occasionally watching from a distance with the binoculars he carried regularly. For bird watching, he’d say! Isn’t that what the English call a young gal? A bird
--- Now the part about getting caught. We were playing lawn Jarts and listening to music. Dollie topless, me in a tiny bikini. Don’t laugh, I got used to it. And women loved it! Dollie’s favorite bikini was the one I bought her from Frederic’s of Hollywood when she was about 18 or so. A tiny red-white candy striped string bikini. Couldn’t buy those in mid-West in 60’s. Dollie still wears the top to this day. Doesn’t cover as much cause her boobs grew up. It is a triangle thing that she can adjust, sliding cups tightly together, or moving center wider, etc. When topless around the RV she kept whatever top she had that day handy, just in case.
--- On this day, our music covered the voices of a group of women and children. Too late, we saw them at end of path, in opening leading to where we were. Dollie grabbed her top and quickly put it on at same time the people turned and went back the way they’d come. Perhaps 30 minutes to an hour we heard a vehicle on the gravel and saw the white dust. Soon, the Ranger parked in one of the small parking lots. (Always ugly pea-green trucks with emblems on doors) Dollie still had her top on so we continued our Jarts game. We just knew he was checking with his “bird” glasses.
----As the Ranger pulled up near our pickup truck, we pretended not to notice, still playing Jarts. He told us he got complaints from fellow campers that Dollie was topless in front of their kids. I told him to look, Dollie is wearing her favorite red-white striped top. They must have thought she was topless from a distance. Ranger agreed and admitted he checked on the way up and was sure Dollie was topless. After a few laughs and another warning to be careful, he left.
---Perhaps another hour passed. Two or more vehicles pulled up and those women with husbands approached. They told us they were sorry they mistook Dollie’s light colored top for being topless. We all introduced each other and had a few laughs. Dollie served lemon-aid and iced tea. Some of the men said they’d love to see Dollie topless. Dollie said “this top shows too much already. I’d never do that!” Another “got caught” and another good adventure! Sometimes ya gotta tell a little white lie or two!
Here is a story within a story.
---Happened another camping trip at same park. As we would walk to my fishin hole from our RV, we walked through a large grassy meadow. One day two cars were parked side by side and we heard giggling. That special sexy giggling! Quietly we snuck up. We were in a public County Park. So maybe we weren’t really sneaking. Sort of walking more quietly!
---There was a naked couple, a little older than us, laying on a blanket, doing what naked couples sometimes do. Ya just know they weren’t hubby and wife because of two cars. Don’t remember all the details. But there was a lot of fondling and intercourse going on! We watched till we got hot, then left them having fun. Kinky Dollie wanted to walk up and say hello. Yea right? I told her, as we walked on, not being seen by the busy pair, if you’d be willing to join, I’d think about it. She wasn't willing!
--- Being a trucker, and normally an observant man, I’ve seen many a times when two vehicles pulled into a rest stop, truck stop, or a park while a pair of lovebirds mingled. Dollie and I have seen this many times and many place along our journeys together. Is this something married couples do? I think not! Altho we have, did, do! So, yes, possibly, sometimes to put the fire into their lovemaking. But most often just lovers getting a quickie.
Makes us sometimes seem like Angels! And, sure, we have stories about us getting caught having sex by other campers, hikers, and just regular citizens. Some planned….some not! But they never knew……
Oh what wild and weird games we weave!

CAUGHT ON A MOUNTAINTOP
 

A little farther from home.
I think this is a repeat.

--- Took many vacation trips to the Smokey Mountains. This little quickie happened someplace way up high on a mountaintop in a cold stream. We were playing on the boulders in the creek and I was taking pictures of Dollie wearing only a small bikini bottom. We parked in a small clearing near the stream and were alone. Soon, another vehicle parked nearby and two hillbilly couples got out, running to the same area we were in. A whole mountain and they chose this spot! Soon found out this was their spot! All four jumped out of their bib overhauls or jeans and headed right toward us. They jumped into a deep spot slightly downstream from us. Glad for that! They had soap with them and began lathering up, washing each other’s backs, tits, and other parts. There were large soap suds floating down the creek.
---Suddenly, from upstream was a voice, soon a Ranger. He yelled at the hill folks and told them this was their last warning about taking a bath in the creek. As they splashed the soap off and put their clothes on their wet bodies, the Ranger turned to us. He told Dollie this was Federal land and she was breaking the law. As Dollie put her top on, the Ranger was gone as fast as he arrived.
---We visited with the Beverly Hillbillies for a spell. Seems that when they get off work they head for this spot to cool off and clean up. They laughed and said they’d be right back tomorrow and every day after. Always have and always will.
Wasn’t much of a story. But we did get caught.

CAUGHT IN IOWA
 

It happened in Iowa


-----We were camping for a week's vacation in South Central Iowa in a large State Park, as we had many times. MsDollie and I were getting away more often without the three rugrats so we could dress and play as we wanted. I was there to fish. But often we swam and sunbathed too.
---We knew of a few secluded camp sites and places to sunbath naked around this big man made lake created from Ra- dam. No, I'm not saying where this dam was in south central Iowa. It was at one of those remote campsites we decided to take it all off and spend the afternoon cooking on the grill, sunbathing, and wandering around close to the camper and a small cove of the large lake. The Park Ranger knew we wore skimpy bikinis and also knew we lay around in remote areas sunbathing naked. He was okay with this as long as we did it without complaints or around kids. Yes, this was already part of our personal rules from long ago. Found out being polite and following rules, rules can be bent.
---In this particular secluded loop, as well as many other sections of the large campground and lake, very few others were camping, fishing, or even there. We were usually warned with tires on gravel and other sounds in ample time if someone drove up. I was cooking some sort of dead meat on the grill. Dollie was baking tatters and corn-on-the-cob in foil in a hole in the ground covered with hot coals, We had been laying in lawn chairs sunbathing in our birthday suits. Life was good.
---For some reason we decided to walk down to the cove nearby and follow the tree lined bank around a corner. We'd been gone too long, considering steaks were on the grill. Still don't know how it happened without us hearing. There, next to our RV, was a truck with RV camper mounted on back. Two old men were outside it hooking up water and electric. What would you do? What would we do? There were no Fig leaves handy... Or any large leaves of any kind. We were in Iowa and there were not even any corn leaves around. Knowing the meat would soon be in flames and our new neighbors would notice, I yelled out to them from behind some bushes that we were nude and needed to get back to our RV next to theirs.
---The two horney old men were also kinky and ornery. Their answers were something like "go for it." We did! Being a gentleman, I suppose I could have gone to the RV and gotten Dollie something to put on. But I am not a gentleman and we never considered this option. Hell, we were already exhibitionists, and opportunty called. I'm not even sure if those two old dudes noticed me. But they sure noticed Dollie and her sunburned bouncing boobs as we hurried back to rescue what was left of our lunch. The meat on the grill was well done but edable. The potatos and corn scorched and not so appitizing. Dollie and I put on something to cover ourselves and introductions were soon made.
---Still have no idea why anyone would park an RV, especially an easy to move truck camper, right next to our RV when there were literally acres of vacant camp sites around this campground. But it happened before, and it happened after that. It is our opinion that humans, like some other animals, feel safer in groups. After a few laughs, appologies from us, and nice compliments from our new neighbors, we shared our lunch. The two men supplied the beer and side dishes to replace our blackened tatters and corn. As we ate, they kept begging Dollie to take her clothes off again. Don't remember what either of us had put on. But, as a gracious hostess, Dollie did remove her top for the rest of that day. As I remember, she became very sunburned.
---Again our new friends to the rescue. One old dude went inside their truck camper, returning with a bottle of sunblock. Asking permission, they both put it on Dollie's tittie's, spending way longer than necessary. Well, it is a GOT CAUGHT story, even though it turned out as another tittie playing game. Again, I remind you, games are easy to play if dressed---or undressed--properly.

Caught in Missori
 

Still randomly jumping around the midwest getting caught.
Okay this is a rerun. Maybe I can add something to arouse you.
______________A MISSOURI story.
For those members in the SHOW ME STATE.
---We had our new to us fifth wheel RV and new pick up truck. Wanted to try it out for another week of vacation. Had to be near end of 70's. Truck was a new 1977 "F" brand and matched the colors of the 5th wheel RV. I liked things that way.
---Summer, hot July evening. Our RV was right next to a lake with big rocks in south central Missery, named after dining room furniture. We'd spent days in tiny bikinis and playing tittie games in the area. Young people sometimes get hot in hot afternoons. We were still in a hot and horney mood that evening.
--- I now wore only a tiny pair of very thin black bikini underwear. Dollie, bikini panties and that was it. For some reason I stepped out of the RV and was lookin out into the large lake at a boat. At that time it was still light enough to see out into the water. Dollie came out to look at me lookin at the boat. As the boat got closer we could see a nice lookin young female wearing what appeared to be only a thong type bottom. The male with her was hiddin by the console and steering wheel. A dock was not far away from where we were parked for RVers to park boats.
---My male mind made me wonder what this gal looked like up closer. Dollie and I walked along the bank of that flat rock covered lake bank, toward the small cove where the campground boat marina was. By now it was dark, yet moonlight, making walking among the trees and bushes bright enough for us to see, and hopefully dark enough that other campers could not see us sneakin through the shrubbery in girlie underwear. I guess we both forgot what we were wearing---, not much!
---As the boat came into a slip at the dock I helped tie it up, still admiring the topless young sailor on board. As the couple got out, we introduced ourselves, still forgetting what we wore. It was then that the young man reminded his wife that she was still topless. Seeing Dollie was too, she mentioned this and remained topless. People do get used to running around neeked.
---We invited them to our RV for drinks and conversation. Lucky for us the kids were not camping with us that time either. It wasn't till the pretty young gal mentioned my erection creeping out of my underwear that I even remembered that's what I had on. We hit it off and minor things like being nearly naked were forgotten.
----They were muscians from near East St Louis and had played in Peoria and other places we were familiar with. We were from near Peoria, Ill. Between liking camping, boating, strip clubs, and living in the same state, we talked for hours. Plans were made and we were invited to go out onto the lake the next day where we could all get naked if we liked. We liked...and we did. I remember seeing many other boaters with topless, and a few naked, women on board.
Thought this odd and surprising. Wasn't till lateer I found this is still a practiced boating pastime near that cove. Click on partycove.com.
Again, I included this in the GETTING CAUGHT section. I suppose we did and so did the other couple, by each other. But I had meant for this getting caught segment to be by cops, rangers, or others with authority to arrest. By luck, we actually got caught by those types very few times. Just lucky I guess.

KINDA CAUGHT IN INDIANA
 

INDIANA---------

--Yes, we got caught playing sex games many times while camped in northern Indiana and north central Indiana. But, most times we planned it!
---Again, these are not the got caught stories I intended to add to this Forum group. But my stories are getting intermingled and this is as good a place as any to put these GOT CAUGHT stories.
--- The place we spent many summer vacations and extended weekends was Indiana Dunes State Park. There are many games and stories in the dunes. I will write about a few that happened in the early and mid-sixties. We were in our early twenties and in what seemed to have been our wild period experimenting. (But we would later see this was child's play.) We were ornery, kinky, and daring. Yet still learning and maybe a little bashful. A lot of the games we tried back then we learned from watching others in their teens to maybe early 40’s. It was also one of our first experiences watching lesbians at play.
---Our first few camping trips to the Dunes was with our 1954 Ford car and a decent sized wall tent. Eventually we had a new 1965 Mustang fastback and small pop-up camper. Very few people at State Parks had even mid-sized RV’s back then. Camping was still basic. We were used to wearing very skimpy bikinis in public by this time. We had been camping and fishing in central Illinois and up at Illinois Beach State Park for years dressed that way. Illinois Beach was also a very large and crowded Park and campground. So by this time, in the 60’s, the stares and giggles didn’t bother us. In fact, we enjoyed the numerous compliments. All of these Dunes State Parks are around lower lake Michigan.
---We were also good at locating secluded areas of beaches to walk nearly nude. I’d dangle my dong out the top or the crotch of my small swimsuit. Dollie wore a string bikini or other small bottom, and no top, as soon as we were away from larger crowds. Small groups or a few people didn’t bother us.
---We sometimes sunbathed near main beaches, yet up along tree and shrub lines for semi privacy. These areas are where we got our first education watching teenaged and 20 something’s lesbians at play. At first, those girls were spotted lying near where we were sunbathing, hiding under beach blankets or large beach towels. Dollie, as well as many of those teeny boppers were topless. I’d have my tiny bikini bottom rolled and folded to basically a thong. Perhaps our appearance made them confortable doing what they often did.
---We actually didn’t know that they were all girls at first, since some were under the towels. But as they got into their sex acts, the towels or blankets often got knocked off. And when they saw we were enjoying their performances, they would usually move the covers to show off more. We watched girls eating girls. Girls using dildos and other objects on each other, girls kissing, and girls being girls--lesbian types! As days passed, and we often watched, they became more daring.
--- Needless to say, it became very kinky and entertaining. Soon I was masturbating Dollie and she was masturbating me, as many of the lesbians watched us too. This seemed to happen in a few general areas for many years in a row. We made a special point in sunbathing there a few hours at least a few days of our vacations. We actually became summer friends with many of those young lesbians. No, Dollie wouldn’t play games with them. I was willing. But they preferred girls! Perhaps that’s why they were called lesbians!:rolleyes:
---This next description is also in other stories. I feel it necessary to paint the visual pictures of our games. My normal tan line was about ½” wide on sides and was just above the base of my penis. In the rear it was an inch below my butt crack. By spring my prick was as dark brown as the rest of my body because I sunbathed with it out of my tiny swimsuit at home and in secluded places. I was proud of my tan line and made a point in keeping it. Fearing complaints or arrest, I was careful where and who I exposed my cock to. Surprisingly, gals of all ages actually asked me to hang it out to sunbath. Don't know why but I never realized it was because I was well endowed.
---I also made a game of this. Sometimes I’d make them beg me to hang it out. Other times I would tell them that because of possible arrest they’d have to pull it out themselves if they wanted me to have it out. Worked often! And it really was a fear of mine. Buying me special small bikinis was Dollie’s job. They had to be bikini style or small and easy to roll and fold to my tan lines. Also they had to be made of a stretchable material for my decent sized penis and inevitable erections that always happened around semi-clad beautiful gals. More times than I wanted, I had to lay on my tummy or run into the water, as my snake came out to look around!
---In the case of watching those lesbians perform, I usually had to turn and lay on my stomach. But, as a horny young pervert, I also had a game. I’d dig out a small hole in the sand and place my hard-on in it. Yep, I’d fuck the sand while watching young gals play with each other.
---What’s all this have to do with getting caught? Nuthin really. We’d also walk for a mile or more up the north shoreline of the park, beyond the park property line. Of course, the farther we’d walk, the less people there were. I also wrote about voyeurs in places like these in other stories.
---We were always looking for nice trails to follow into the brush or wherever they wandered just to hike alone. We discovered a few narrow paths that went out to parking lots near a small town. Found out that locals would park there and come into the State Park free to swim and sunbath. Also accidentally discovered couples having sex right along the small trails. Sometimes in a small opening next to a trail. And right in the middle of the secluded trail. This happened more often than we expected.
---Usually the young couples stopped what they were doing and buried their faces in blankets or towels till we passed. Occasionally some just ignored us and went at it hot and heavy as we walked around and sometimes partially walked over them. You guessed it! Dollie and I always seemed to get hot and horny at those times. We also thought this was a cool way to really be exhibitionists. Yes, we’d both exposed our organs many times in the past. By “accident“, and on purpose, many places.
--- But fucking in public was something new for us! Well, not exactly true. We’d been doing it in lakes, pools, and hot tubs for years. But this was gonna be right out in the open on the sand! We were not like most of those other couples…we wanted to be seen. Then again, maybe they’d planned to get caught also! We would stand near one end or the other of a trail, out of sight, and wait for couples, or one or two young men or women to approach. Then we’d hurry to our preplanned fucking place and go at it. I’d place Dollie in just the right position for the best view of us both screwing. The different expressions and comments were fun and made playing this game even more exciting.
---At times people would turn and hurry back in the other direction. I have no idea how many times, or how many years, we played that little intercourse game. We never had a bad experience doing it. Sometimes we were embarrassed! We had people stop and watch! But that made playing those games even more exciting.
---I say “those games” because we’d do different things at other times. Dollie would be on her knees sucking my cock or jacking me off. I’d be eating her pussy or masturbating her. Maybe I’d only be fondling her boobs and rubbing her pussy. But it was fucking her, or her fucking me, in all sorts of positions that got the most attention and great comments. Yes, offers too!
---These games were also performed farther north in some famous Michigan Dunes. In fact, the isolated trails and longer secluded beach area proved even better for our games. Again, this was where we first discovered voyeurs. We were embarrassed the first few times. But, like good little exhibitionists, we learned to use them to our advantage.
---There were many other places in Indiana where we played our games…and played our getting caught games. In fact, we actually did get caught several times that summer. Us and others planned many games just to get caught. But we still got caught! Makes ya wonder how many tops down and sex acts were on purpose that you've seen over the years. "ACCIDENTS?"
------------------GOT CAUGHT in INDIANA !
--Once was at B--s Lake S--- Park, Indiana. The campground was across the highway from the lake and beach. No lifeguards were on duty that evening so no swimming was allowed. But it was hot and we were too. It was just getting dark out. We went into the lake only up to our waists. Next thing happened, we were making mad passionate love in the water. Out of nowhere a young pretty female lifeguard-ranger was standing nearby. She informed us that we were not supposed to be in the water. And we definitely were not supposed to be doing THAT! After she laughed and warned us about possible fines, she told us to hurry, finish our job, then get back to the campground.
Yes, we did get caught in the act! And I talked her into sitting on her lifeguard platform topless for a few pictures.

CAUGHT IN OHIO
 

OHIO I do believe this story is already in my closet another place.
---That weekend stop at B*ss L**e, in Indiana, was just one stop in our summer trip to the far eastern side of Ohio from our home in central Illinois. We had a kinky summer planned ahead. We were going to visit with a couple we’d met from a Penthouse Forum book. One of those TV guide sized books where people want to met others for various things…Yes sex things. We were friends because we had become pen pals concerning taking tittie and other intimate pictures of each other and sharing them along with stories through the mail. After writing dozens of couples, we narrowed our list down to only two couples. Everyone else eventually wanted to swap or have sex of some kind. We were only into taking and sharing pictures.
---We actually liked this couple and seemed to understand one another. We drove our motor home 300 miles, to the far east edge of Ohio to meet them. Would have been summer of 1979 since we didn’t yet tow a car behind it. Bought motor home in 1978 and made first vacation trips that year to Wisconsin. I was 40 if anyone is keeping score. No, I don’t have a super great memory. I just use vehicles and other events to remember.
---Plans had been made that winter and we were all looking forward to a kinky summer vacation taking tittie pictures together. Still not trusting to stay with them, we camped in a nearby State Park. The pictures of Sadie and Art were nothing like the fat slobs we met at his mobile home repair business! Apparently they were taken many years earlier. We're far from model material but hopefully not gross.
---Sadie, I’ll call her, did most of the writing to us…to me actually. This was back when we actually used pen and paper, envelopes and stamps. Soon after I stopped scribling on cave walls. Sadie had often described herself as dressing very wild and having nice large breasts. In the pictures she did. But found later they were being held up with her fat arms to look firm and full.
--- Before going to the campground, I first stopped at their business, an old gas station converted into an RV repair business. Parked our motor home next to several others and went inside to let them know we had arrived and to see who we’d been writing too for nearly a year. We had dressed to shock and surprise our penpals. Actually had dressed as we described ourselves as normally dressing. But also made kinky adjustments. When we met, I wore very short shorts and a tank top. My penis was now partially dangling from a leg of my shorts. When getting out of the RV, I purposely pulled the shorts up to let it hang out. Dollie wore very short mini skirt and some sort of tittie showing top. Dollie also pulled her skirt up for a pussy and ass showing view. (Remember, we had been swapping intimate photos for a year and had told these friends we dress this way.) We didn't want to disappoint them!
--- Art, I’ll call him, wore jeans and a dirty tee-shirt. But they were at their shop so we understood that. The real turn off about Art was the large black cigar in his mouth and 300# blubber body! Not the Art we saw in those pictures. Sadie knew we were arriving and promised to be wearing something as she often described in her letters. Sadie told us she often dressed wild to tease the employees. Sadie was dressed pretty much like Art…and was built much the same! No, not really anything like her pictures or descriptions. No cigar! Keep in mind, these are the kinds of friends you may meet when you visit your sexy internet friends! Ya just never know!
---The real embarrassing part were the several scudzy male employees starin at us. There we were, half my cock exposed and dangling. Dollies ass, pussy and tits right out in full view. Art pulling Dollie's skirt up to show his helpers and Sadie lifting the leg of my shorts clear to my nutz. We did not expect anything like this!
--- Still plans were made to meet after work at the State Park where we’d be. At this time we were not towing a car so were happy that they offered to drive to scenic places to do some photo shoots. That was our intended plans before even leaving home. But suddenly our newest plans were to get the hell away from there! Still, 300 miles to visit at 9MPG, we’d see what happens. Dollie and I were already dressed for games and photos. Sadie and Art promised to also dress for the occasion. Yea right. We went to the campground, dressed decently to check in, found a nice site, changed again, and waited.
---Later Dollie and I walked out of the campground and down the short entrance drive as Art and Sadie were to arrive. We didn't readjust our clothes for them. We were trying to picture that fat assed gal in hot pants or a halter top. We soon got a very different picture. Art and Sadie both wore long baggy Bermuda shorts. Art may have changed to a different greasy dirty tee shirt. But not sure.
--- Keep in mind this was a hot July afternoon. Sadie wore an oversized grey sweatshirt. Yea, I remember things like that! It was a disappointment! This was the same gal who bragged in letters about flashing and wearing revealing clothing most of the time. As Dollie and I sat in the back seat, we were both exposed more than we cared to be. My cock was at least halfway out of my shorts leg. Dollie’s pussy showed and both titties were hangin free. It’s just the way it was, considering what we wore in that crowded rear seat. It was supposed to be pre-planned for our supposedly kinky wild friends. But now we felt underdressed.
---Sadie was turned sideways, taking in the view from up front. Art tilted the inside mirror and the car was weaving as he also stared at Dollie. Okay, we were there to show off and tease our pen pals. We were gonna live up to our part of the deal. They drove to a small park with a nice covered bridge. A semi-secluded place where they supposedly had done many photo shoots with others. No other vehicles in the small parking lot and no one around. Maybe we still can get some tittie and pussy pictures of Sadie and Dollie together in front of and on the covered bridge and other scenic things in this park.
---Art and I discussed various poses, as we walked to the bridge. By this time Dollie already had her top off. But beg as we might, Sadie wasn’t budging. By this time, I was almost hoping she wouldn’t strip anyway! Seemed like an hour of pleading with Sadie and photo shoots by me and Art of Dollie and the covered bridge, when Sadie finally pulled her large sweatshirt up, revealing two medium sized pendulous mushy lookin pale white boobs. No nipples were visible at that time. They were hiding beneath those titties. But in seconds, her top was down without either of us getting to even point our cameras in her direction.
More talk about why we drove 300 miles and more pleading with Sadie to stand next to Dollie for a few tittie and pussy pictures. It didn’t take long to find out from Sadie that there would be no pussy pictures of Sadie. So we decided that there would be no pussy pictures of Dollie either, explaining to Art why. Finally Sadie stood next to Dollie and was ready to bare her boobs for some photos. Still wasn’t willing to take that sweatshirt off. Just pull it up.
--- About the time Art and I began shooting pictures, a cop walked up from out of nowhere. Lucky he was a friend of Art and Sadie’s. We all got an ass chewin and politely asked to leave the park. Yep, got caught that time. Ya know, to this day I can’t remember if I got any tittie pictures of Sadie, or not! 300 miles at 9 MPG for that! Glad gas was cheaper back then. Sadly I don't even know what happened to Dollie's covered bridge photos either.
---Here is a little follow up about Sadie and Art. We had planned on staying at that campground for at least a week, playing games and taking pictures with our pen pals. After meeting them, I'd only registered for one night. First thing the next morning we pulled out. There were other things about that couple that turned us off. Talk of Sadie having sex with other men. Pictures on their office wall to prove it. We went on into Pennsylvania instead, for the rest of our vacation.
---There’s more about Art and Sadie. Sadie kept writing to us explaining that they were into swapping and other sex games. Sadie wrote that she often had sex with the employees while Art watched. Seems as though this caused a fast turnover of employees after wives found out. Wonder why? Naked pictures of a slimmer and younger Sadie and employees were taped to the walls of their office for anyone to see.
--- Sadie kept writing, long after I stopped writing back. Later letters told of Art leaving her and how they had planned on swapping with Dollie and I while we were there on that vacation. Often wondered how a fat bashful woman could have sex with others as her husband watched, yet was too shy to expose her boobies for a few pictures!
---Sadie even made plans to come to Illinois and visit us for sex. In fact, Art wrote telling me when she was on her way. He told me how Sadie just had to have me while Dollie watched. We went camping that weekend. Don’t know if Sadie really came to our house to visit or not.
--- Every pen pal couple that we had become friends with in that Forum about swapping photos, eventually wanted to swap wives and have other group sex. There were other groups they could have written for those games.
Those were the only times I answered those adds. At first they all seemed only interested in flashing and tit games. That was all we every wanted back then. In fact that's all we ever wanted!

Still on the same pen pal Vacation. Got Caught.
 

PENNSYLVANIA

---Hadn’t planned on spending summer vacation of 1979 in Pennsylvania. But most of our vacations were only loosely planned anyway. Most times we pointed our vehicle in a direction and let impulses decide from there. I can’t remember where Gas City is. I believe in north western Pa. I do know we went there that year because we wanted to see antique gas pumps, Mack trucks, and other memorabilia. Possibly that was the impulse that drew us into Pa.
---Who needed GPS’s. You’re missin all the fun. I remember looking at my trusty car insurance free Atlas and seeing both S----ville and S----burg in that same general location. We had to get tittie pictures of Dollie standing next to our last name signs! After that, we’d stay in State Parks and take in the scenery and enjoy some of those famous fast moving streams.
---We discovered natural stone bridges, covered bridges, swinging bridges, and nature in all it’s beauty in Pennsylvania. Even a chocolate factory, long before Willie Wonka! About getting caught with her boobs down, yes it happened in S-----ville, Pa. We waited till there was no traffic or no one nearby and got a few tittie pictures in front of the city limit sign. A piece of cake, in that tiny village. Then we saw a small white police department-city hall with the S-----ville sign proudly hanging above the door. Again, no one around. Got all lined up for my professionally positioned photographs as Dollie opened up her blouse for a few booby shoots. There they were, a policeman in uniform and City leader in his suit, stepping out the front door!
---We got caught---sort of. I did get a picture, as Dollie slipped her boobies back in. The two men said they think they knew what had just happened but really hadn’t seen anything. Therefore they would just warn us and ask us to please leave their respectable little town. Actually both were very nice about the situation. But, as we talked and confessed, we also explained that our name was *-------*.
--- The man in the suit was first to tell the police officer that we did need a souvenir booby picture of their fine City Hall. Since this was a crime they should not see it being committed. Therefore they could not arrest us. Their plan, not ours. One stood on either side of Dollie, arm around her, with the building behind. We were both instructed on what to do. The coast was clear, they would look at me, rather than at Dollie, as she exposed her breasts quickly for a photo or two. They lied! But we got our pictures and didn’t get arrested. How’d they lie? They both turned and stared at Dollie’s titties as I took a few pictures with my 35 MM camera. We thanked both men and headed out of town.
---Again, we got caught but again it was fun. Wandered on down south a bit to S---burg, Pa. Got a few booby pictures of Dollie as we stopped at the city limit sign. When we passed through it appeared that no one was home. Still, we didn’t chances taking any other sign pictures in S--*--burg.
---The rest of our Pa. vacation was uneventful. Even got picture next to mack trucks and old gas pumps.We took tittie pictures everyplace we had a chance that was scenic. And there were many of those. Of course Dollie flashed to tourists and locals just for fun. We’ve had a great time playing our booby games. And met many friendly people, law abiding and law enforcing types. Getting caught can be fun.
We got caught and didn't get caught many other times. But most are so similar it's getting boring.

Now for something else again.....

PIZZA
 

_____________PIZZA AND PUSSY.

---
-----There were older Pizza games but I will start here........... It all began in Daytona during a Bike Week event. Probably 1995, our very first one. Found out it was everything we had heard. Tits and ass everywhere and bikers having fun. Recently retired the previous spring, we’d been 56 and 54. With luck got a neighbor to watch our now six year old son for the entire week of Bike Week. She was also his bus driver so this worked great. I drove a non-high top Chevy van. We were parked several blocks from Main street on a narrow side road very near International Drive. Across from where I parked for several years was/is a small pizza parlor. Rumor was they had a great deluxe pizza. Yea they did! Of course Dollie was wearing a very revealing top and probably hot pants. The place was run by two guys maybe 50+.
--- Both guys were friendly and seemed to appreciate looking at tits. Not a bit shy about telling us so. Dollie’s were mostly exposed and in view. As the man took our order tits seemed to be on top of the pizza list discussion, as we ordered the house specialty supreme with everything and a couple cokes or beers.
--I can tell this now because, after many years, the two men, 70+ at this time, are probably dead, or have dementia, plus the pizza place has changed owners. By now it may not even be there.
--Many other things have made us realize we no longer have reason to hide in our closet. We’ve out lived most who have played our games and our relatives. Sharing our fun and games seems like the right thing to do when others may enjoy and wish to follow our footsteps.

(My confessions deserve a few more comments. Seems that from between ages 50 and 65 we were extra horny and daring. Especially after 55 and retired to Florida. Don’t get me wrong, we were very wild and crazy right from our beginnings together. Now nothing seemed to embarrass us. The bike scene there was hot and wild and we were trying to make the most of our new adventures. Many bikers and biker babes were playing the games we’d played for years. And more, in open crowded public places)

--And now back to our story----As soon as the pizza and drink issue was over Mr. pizza #1 continued his descriptions about Dollie’s ample exposure and how much he loved the view. This was at the beginning of Bike Week. I’m sure he’d seen lots of tits in the past. Since we’d spent hours along Main and adjacent streets, Dollie’s flashing and me being entertained by other well endowed females flashing, we were both in a rather kinky mood. Dollie was already squirmin in her seat and squeezing her arms to create even more cleavage and exposure. “Wanna see em?” she asked. Believe it or not a few guys have said no. But this is rare. Dollie said this because many gals on Main Street and along the way were asking that same question.
--Pizza guy #1 excused himself saying he’d pass the order to his partner, the cook, Pizza guy #2, then be right back to gladly look at those tits. He did and she did. Whipped em out right there sitting in the pizza joint. No one else was there at the time. In fact most times we stopped not more than a few other customers were there. I suppose because we were always there after lunch time in the middle of the day.
--Pizza guy #2 brought our drinks and appeared surprised but delighted. Both stared and made a fuss over Dollie’s browned boobies and nipple rings. We decided to enjoy the warm day and walked outside to watch cars and bikes go up and down busy International Drive highway, as the pizza cooked. Even though Dollie slipped her titties back in, they were mostly exposed as we sat there at a tiny table near the sidewalk and highway. People riding by and walking waved, whistled, and yelled at Dollie. She sucked this all up.
---Pizza guy yelled that our pizza was ready, asking if we wanted it out on the patio. We went inside to eat one of the best pizza’s ever. Yes, we’ve said that before at other places where they advertise “the best pizza in the world.”
In the world we were in at the moment this was it! Sometime later we discovered another “world’s best pizza” joint nearly across the street. Maybe it really was the best!
---At least one male customer came in as we ate, drank, and visited with both pizza guys and that customer. The discussion was about biker babes and boobs mostly, using Dollie’s for reference. Paid, handed Pizza guy #1 a tip. I pulled Dollies tiny top down and said, “here’s the rest of your tip.” Then we left. I know, you’re thinking, what’s this got to do with pussy?

PIZZA AND PUSSY
 

Now it’s PIZZA AND PUSSY, maybe

---Later that Bike Week 1995 we parked across the street from the pizza place again. This was back when street parking for non residents was still legal. Now it’s all about money and parking lots wanting a small fortune to park. To do what we’ve done and raise a family we had to learn to conserve…Be cheap! We soon learned that food and drinks from vendors and in the event bars is very overpriced.
---After spending hours in the Main street bars and shops, it was back to the van so Dollie could change. Even though she already had a very revealing outfit on she’d noticed skimpier clothing on other gals . She always had to compete. Dollie was in an especially wild flashing mood by this time of day. Showed her tits to several bikers in bars and other places where biker babes were doing the same. Laughed as some biker chicks showed me their pussies. It’s the way it was back then.
---Another very low top. But this time a micro-mini-skirt. Panties? Heck no! Across the street to the tiny pizza joint. Ordered another small supreme and drinks. I’m thinking they didn’t serve liquor. So probably a soda. Pizza guy #1 recognized us…Dollie’s tits, and welcomed her by name. Yelled something to the cook like “hey Geno. Blondey with the nipple rings is back.“
--The skirt was very short. As I remember it was up to her ass as she sat in the pizza joint. Yes noticed by Pizza guy #1 and #2, as #2 peered out thru the opening between the kitchen and counter area. So now it was Dollie’s tits and ass they were talkin about. The table was one of those tiny round wrought iron things so we could all look right through the spaces at her. But just like a proper lady, her legs were crossed.
---Not sure who to blame. Maybe the beer earlier. She was soon sitting there, both nipples peeking out, her skirt hiked up, and now her legs spread very unlady like. At least Dollie’s chair was aimed so anyone coming in the front door didn’t get a beaver shot or worse! But anyone behind the counter would.
--- Gals downtown showed me their tits and pussies so Dollie had to show men hers. Dollie was like that. Okay, blame the wild biker babes----and the beer! Blame me for teaching her this stuff!
--- Pizza guy #1 was one of those guys who doesn’t hold back what he’s thinking or seeing. As he came back from the kitchen he got both eyes full of Dollie’s pussy and a shiny navel ring dangling from her pussy lip ! I don’t remember his words. But something like “holy shit, Geno, look at this pussy. It‘s got jewelry hangin out of it.” Geno, pizza guy #2, rushed out to stare at Dollie’s wide spread c*nt. I said something like “Dollie do you realize they can see your fully spread pink hole?” Calmly she answered something like. “So, is there a problem?” We all pretty much answered “No problem.” She didn’t move. Altho she was squirming around now. I’m sure we know what that meant! A sign she was enjoying herself.
---Remember this was in 1995, who knows exactly what was said. Just figure it seems right. As the pizza guys stared and described what they were looking at Dollie was squirming more on her chair. I believe the two pizza men also knew what was happening as Dollie sort of whimpered and grinned. Maybe it was Geno who said something like, “ we’re gonna have to clean that chair off when she leaves.” Teasing, Pizza guy #1 said “ yea Geno, after you get done lickin it.” Geno snapped back “ I’d like to lick something. But not the chair.” Now Dollie had the hots!
--As most people do out of curiosity, both pizza men bent down for a closer look at Dollie’s hanging lip piercing jewelry. An excuse to examine her pussy closer. At this time many either ask or just reach out and tug or wiggle hers and my jewelry. Great attention getters and conversation pieces. A biker couple maybe in their 40’s came in and Dollie put her legs together, even though they were seated off to the side more. Small talk with them, ate our pizza and left.
--From that first time in 1995 until just a few years ago we stopped several times a year, ordered a pizza, and Dollie teased the two pizza guys by showing her tits, ass, and spread c*nt. They were thrilled and thanked us each time. A few times other bikers or a few old men got a free show also. But only because one of the pizza guys begged Dollie to spread her legs and show them her jewelry. Now you see why people have these strange piercings and tattoos! I regret not letting Dollie get tattoos years ago.

PIZZA and Old Ben
 

PIZZA and OLD BEN
Maybe 2000 or so. Daytona Bike Week again. Yes, we did go to Bike Week and Fall Biketoberfest every time from 1995 on. But every year and every event wasn't as wild at the pizza joint and other places.
--This time one older man, 80 (?) and a biker, 40 something, were there. We’d been stopping during Bike Week, Bikefest, during Christmas/New Years break, and many times during the summers for over 5 or 6 years by now. We were used to talking dirty with those pizza guys and an occasional local who stopped in.
---For some reason bikers and dirty ole men love talkin nasty to women. That was another thing Dollie finally got used to. The dirty talk now turned Dollie on and made her more likely to please. Of course the Pizza crew knew this too. They purposely teased and complimented Dollie, begging her to show her pussy and it’s jewelry even more. For instance, Geno would tell her he licks the cum off her chair after we leave and loves the taste of fish. At first it embarrassed Dollie but she’d still go there and still show off for them.
--The pizza guys and Dollie got an additional treat this time. They had her hot from all their dirty talk, aided by the biker and the old guy. Found out the old guy was a local who often walked from home to have a pizza and just visit the pizza crew. They said the old man was about as filthy a talker as they’d heard. But that’s all he had left in life. Someone told the old man, Ben, he should eat Dollie instead of ordering a pizza. It would be better for him.
---That switched the conversation to playing with and eating pussy. One of the pizza guys told old Ben it already tastes like Anchovies. As he stared closely at Dollie’s partially spread c*nt Ben mentioned he hasn’t seen or felt one of those things in 40 years or more. Dirty talk was spoken by all. Without hesitating or asking her I simply said something like “well Ben, you are seeing this one. Here’s your chance to feel it old man.”
---Old Ben was soon on his hands and knees under the table, rubbing Dollie’s spread pussy and gently tugging on the navel dangly extension in her lip. Dollie told him to wait a minute. She then stood, turned her chair away from the table, giving old Ben more room. Dollie sat and spread her legs even wider. Ben squatted between her legs! No one else had ever performed oral sex on Dollie in years. But I expected it now and she was sort of inviting it.
---Old Ben was giggling and so was everyone else. Ben spent what seemed several minutes just spreading it wide and rubbing it. Someone told him to “stick a finger in or eat it old man.” Old Ben looked up at Dollie then dipped one or two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He was so shaky and nervous it was like sticking a small vibrator in her c*nt. She was moaning and squirming.
--It was either bad or good timing. A timer went DING! The cook rushed back into the kitchen and soon out with our pizza. Game over and time to eat. Dollie raised up, turned her chair back toward the table, giggled, and we ate pizza. Old Ben thanked us both, as did the biker and the pizza guys. Seems like the biker said something like “hope when I get 40 years older I find a woman who’ll let me eat her pussy. ”I said “why wait.” As he walked over Dollie said “no, not today. But if we meet you 40 years from now we’ll talk about it.”


Or something like that!:eek:

The Daytona Pizza Joint Again
 

The Daytona Pizza Joint Again

---2001 or 2002------I’m thinking it was Bike Week of the next year, or a little later in spring, we stopped at the pizza place and were told old Ben, the 80 year old, had died. They told us how the old guy came in several times a week for most of the year, sometimes with a few other old men, talking about the blonde with rings in her nipples and a wet pussy with something shiny hangin down.
---Over time the story changed. As old Ben would tell in his filthy way, how he’d licked that pussy and fingered it for hours, right there in the pizza place. Then fucked her several times every week when he took her back to his house. The pizza guys said at first they’d tell his buddies the real story. But saw how excited old Ben was and how he believed his own version they are sure he died dreaming about what happened his way. Dollie cried.
---About then, two old men hobbled in. Pizza guy #1 told them this was old Ben’s blonde lover. As we ate our pizza and talked we lied and agreed with the questions we were asked about old Ben eating Dollie’s pussy while we ate pizza. Again Dollie was smiling and adding to the lies.
--Dollie was wearing a mini skirt and her top so low her nipples peeked out. The two old men said if you really did let old Ben eat your pussy and fuck you show us your pussy ring. Dollie spread her legs. One of the old men said “we can‘t see no ring or no pink pussy“. Dollie used both hands to spread her c*nt wide. “Here it is boys, enjoy the view.” I really expected at least one of those 80+ year olds to grab a feel. Neither did. We sat there, again eating pizza and talking about Dollie’s pussy, as two very old men and two middle aged pizza shop owners stared at it. Okay five old guys! I stared too.
A happy/sad ending to the dreams of a few old men.
R.I.P. BEN
Each time someone else leaves our lives we think how the things we've done and the things we do are so insignificant.
Had I not created this Closet Cleaning group all of our memories will be gone in a wink.

PIZZA STORIES
 

------------Old men Come and Old men Go.------------But do old men really Cum?

---We returned to the pizza place a few times a year thru around 2010. The other two old men had died by then. Like old Ben, they used to stop in and talk about the blonde with the pink pussy and the ring sticking in it. Was it wrong to make a few old men happy?
---There were times when there were too many customers, or kids there. Times when it just didn’t feel quite the same or the owners weren’t there. And times when Dollie gave the two pizza guys a nice spread pussy shot and hung her titties on the wrought iron table. Oh yea, they still teased and talked dirty about what they’d love to do with Dollie’s pussy. But neither ever touched or asked to touch.
---We stopped going to Daytona because of my hip problems and other things keeping us busy. What happened to the two pizza guys and the pizza place, we don’t know. Maybe they’re still waiting for that old blonde to come back and show them her pussy ring-------as we eat pizza.

---Other Pizza parlor pussy games happened many years before. Most began as simple tit flashing games, only occasionally ending in a quick butt or pussy flash. As far north as Wisconsin and Minnesota. As for south as New Orleans and the Smokey Mountains. Seems like pussy and pizza just go together. You’ve heard of Chicago Style pizza? How about Chicago Style pussy and pizza? Should have played these games at Taco Bell!

---Hell, I even got masturbated in many pizza places and ejaculated under the table. Two right near the town we live in now. But not lately. It’s not all about Dollie. She used and abused me in public too!
--Read all about these games in PECKERS and PIZZA and MORE PUSSY and PIZZA topics where I will try to skip stories already in my CLOSET CLEANING group and those that are rather boring.

PIZZA in New Orleans
 

More pizza and more pussy. Let the games begin.

---Cum again with me for our first ever vacation in New Orleans. We’d heard about how wild it got during Mardi Gras’ and other times. Seemed like the right place to go. Original plans were to ride the old Harley Panhead Hydraglide with tank shift down along the Mississippi River and spend a week right in downtown New Orleans. Dollie kept packing more and more kinky clothes, mostly biker babe type things, so we ended up taking our car. Chances of thunderstorms may have played a part in the change of plans.
---Musta been about 1968. The factory where I worked shut down in July for vacations. That’s when we had to go anywhere. Had the two boys and Dollie was not yet pregnant with our soon to be daughter born in 1970. Dollie’s mother was willing to watch the boys for the full two weeks. Whenever this was, the weather was great but possible storms predicted. I remember we did hit those storms for awhile, half way down there.
---Had reservations just off Bourbon Street in what I’d call a bed and breakfast, with out the food. It was a small hotel type place among family dwellings. Ya gotta go there to understand how they live in the French Quarter.
---Bourbon street and the narrow cross roads became our playground. Only left New Orleans to take a few scenic drives along each side of the lower Mississippi River and a few trips to check out the swamps and fishing villages. In the French Quarter, we were tit flashed and Dollie flashed---a lot. Even police seemed to turn their heads or enjoy the views. We were told that it’s okay inside most places, outside it was possible to be arrested. Usually only if the gals remained exposed too long or drew a crowd. Worked for us on many vacations there.
---For days I was in heaven. It was everything we heard and more. Gals flashing from the sidewalks, bars, and hangin boobs over those wrought iron balcony rails. We’d stopped in a small biker bar which served good pizza, we were told. Cagin food and we were eatin pizza? Mostly a young crowd hung out there. The biker babes were not a bit shy about showing their tits, ass, and pussy when the guys asked… or even when they didn’t. We liked the pizza and the free entertainment. We were in our late 20’s and used to Dollie letting it all hang out. She did well. Bike Nite was coming up and we were told it gets even wilder, ya‘all come back for bike nite.
---Bike Nite at the bar just off Bourbon Street………… Dollie wore a micro mini skirt and only a vest for a top, both biker black. She’d been showing a few pussy shots while in wilder bars ever since we’d arrive in New Orleans and planned on doing it at the biker bar, if other girls did. She was like many women, she’d show skin if someone else did. And this is why we went to New Orleans. Mini skirts and even shorter skirts were in style in the 60-70’s. My favorite time period.
----Still early. Maybe a dozen bikes out front and several dozen male and female bikers inside, plus a few tourists in shorts and skimpy tops. Hell I was seein tits and pussy before we walked inside. The pussy part when watching pantyless mini skirt wearing gals get off the bikes. The tit part was easy because some gals inside were topless. As more arrived more removed their tops. Yep, Dollie too! At first she’d unhooked the few buttons on her vest and it was gaping open. This was as soon as she spotted others topless or hangin out. Told ya, she was a copy cat.
---We were suckin on a beer and I was takin in the view. Yes, even checkin an occasional pussy. Then things changed----for the better. In walked 4 or 5 skinny young gals, maybe 20ish wearing very little. Most in cheek showin micro mini skirts. They headed for a nearby table, tops soon off and a few raising their pantyless skirts when guys yelled kinky compliments. Even though the scenery was already great it seemed like all eyes turned to the 4 or 5, maybe 6 skinny sexpots. Ours eyes too!
---As they sipped their drinks and began looking around at their audience, they saw Dollie sitting on her bare ass, now no top and titties proudly displayed. Lady like, Dollie had her legs together. Those gals were far from ladylike. All thin, with long thin lanky legs. The kind of legs with space between for easy beaver viewing. Soon all spread wide, displaying pink pussys to anyone in the correct viewing angle. I believe I spied at least three cute little spread c*nts, eventually others, as the gals wiggled, turned, and moved about. Admittedly I’m guessing on how things transpired and what was said. But this is roughly how it happened. At least in my mind.
---Dollie was maybe four to six years older, tits twice as large as the biggest of the bunch. But they all looked great to me. A couple of those gals walked seductively over and complimented Dollie, asking if I was her husband or lover. Dollie said both, making me feel good. Some talk about tits and ass and soon they were braggin. “We ain’t afraid to show our c*nts to anyone who wants to look. I’ll bet you’re wearing granny panties, ain’t you?”
---I’ll bet we were both grinnin like Cheshire cats. Not even sure if either of us bothered to answer. I remember Dollie uncrossing her legs, spreading them wide, and lifting her already too short mini skirt further up. Those two girls, and pretty much everyone within viewing range gasped and said things like “oh my and oh shit!” Half dozen sexy cute pussy and tit showing horny gals but Dollie stole the show!
---We were both invited to join the group of exhibitionist gals. Someone moved our tables together and I ended up between 5 or 6 topless skinny women and Dollie. Fondled a few titties and rubbed a few c*nts. Sometime during the tit and pussy rubbing, my cock emerged from where my zipper used to be. A few gals ended up in my pants and up Dollie’s skirt. Well where her skirt should have been. Life was good.
---They enjoyed our stories of how we play tit games and we loved theirs. Not often we’d find like minded tit and pussy showin people but we somehow lucked out. Whether any were married or not I can’t remember. No men were with them ---The entertainment around our tables caused other lovely ladies to put on their own pussy and titties shows throughout the bar room. Oh yea, we did order and eat pizza and drink some more beer. Can’t remember having Anchovies on mine but faintly remember the smell of fish on my fingers that evening.

DOLLIE, THOSE THREE, AND ME….Chicago Style Pizza
 

-----------DOLLIE, THOSE THREE, AND ME….Chicago Style

--- Somewhere around north Chicago early 70’s. 72 to 74 when I had our 1972 Gran Torino station wagon and fold down RV camper. See, that’s how I remember, from material things of the past. Had Chicago Style pizzas from the local grocery stores. But we were sure the real thing was different. Needed a change of pace from hotdogs and burgers on the grille at camp. Followed the signs to a pizza joint. Lot’s of T & A flashing around the beach, nearly deserted campground, and semi secluded hiking trails left us both horny. Dollie was wearing a micro mini and most likely a bikini top.
---We only wanted pizza. Nothing more. Couple of old guys were working inside. At least 6 or 8 gals and a couple of guys, most looking like maybe 20-25ish. Us early thirties. We musta been near Lake Michigan, a beach, or pool because I remember most of the gals wore bikinis or shorts and tiny tops. Three of em had on tiny short skirts. The guys Speedo type swim suits like I had under my jeans. All were friendly and eating pizza or hotdogs, drinkin soda. Someone suggested the small Deluxe Chicago style pizza. Okay.
---As we waited tits and ass became the topic. Why does this always happen to us? One of the young men began daring Dollie to show her boobs and what was under her skirt. With my help it became a double dare. “You gals show yours and she’ll show hers.”
-- I quickly explained Dollie can’t show you under her skirt because she has no panties on. I also questioned if this was legal and permissible. As old guys sometimes are, those two pizza shop owners/employees were horny. They said that gals often remove their tops and are welcome to remove anything they want while dining here. We doubted this but most of the group there seemed to be regular customers and agreed it happens. Quicker than you read this, all three mini skirted gals stood, dropped their panties, had their tits out and their skirts hiked to their waists. Cute little bodies, titties, and pussy clits. “More“, some of the boys yelled. “We want to see those c*nts spreads wide.” And the three gals spread their legs and, using their fingers, spread their pussies. Almost as fast, at least two younger little gals in bikinis had their tops and bottoms down exposing their itty bitty titties and more narrow slits. No matter how much begging, those other two wouldn’t spread their lips. Probably a good thing considering they appeared under aged.
----Dollie was double dared! What could she do? She looked at me, removed her top and also pulled her skirt up to her waist. Again, just a bald slit. Nearly forgot. Dollie had piercing by then. Nipple rings and a small ring in one pussy lip. Altho she’d planned for years to do the other, it hurt too bad to try. Seeing her lip piercing always attracts more attention to her clit. The guys, and the girls now, told Dollie they want a better look at how that ring is attached, and she has to show her pussy spread wide like their’s were. Actually theirs were no longer spread . But we did get a quick peek at pink.
---Dollie, a semi pro exhibitionist by now, sat on the edge of a heavy picnic table, leaned back, legs spread wide, and with both hands spread her c*nt as wide as she could. Pretty much everyone, especially the two old pizza shop owners, rushed closer to stare into that gaping wet pink cavity. Uncomfortable, Dollie didn’t remain that way long. Yet long enough. One at a time, the three mini skirt wearing girls repeated Dollie’s exhibition on a nearby table in the tiny pizza parlor.
---Pizza arrived, gals dressed, we ate and visited. Still teasing me, the three in mini skirts sat near us, spreading their legs for my enjoyment. As I enjoyed the three little c*nts and my good Chicago Style pizza, Dollie most likely displayed her pussy to others. We talked about how we play these games along Lake Michigan and the many parks and marinas north of Chicago. Paid our bill. Thanked everyone and headed for the door. We were invited back for pizza and pussy games by the old pizza shop guys. Always a good sign.
---The three sexy gals in mini skirts walked out with us. Invited us to meet someplace another day to play flashing games in public. Plans were made to meet at the park where we were camped to join in T &A games later in the week. It never happened. Plans are made. Plans are broken. We’ve learned to take advantage of every opportunity that comes along. Sometimes we never get another chance.

I’ll admit that most of our pizza joint games were only supposed to be tit flashing games. But we did have several more T & A games over the years. Even most of those were only quick Ass or Pussy exposures. Normally, Dollie is only sitting with her mini skirt hiked up to show her bare pubic area. Occasionally a skirt is lifted showing ass to tease as we leave a place. It takes luck, the right group of partners, and hope that no one else walks in at the wrong times.
---I write about pizza parlors. We also spent much time in other restaurants and small local bars. Many tittie bars. Actually it was the bars where our T & A games began. Being at the right places at the right times made those others happen. Ya just can’t plan this stuff! I know. We tried!

PUBLIC MASTURBATION. Training for Pizza Places and More
 

____________________WAY BACK___________________


---Dollie was masturbating me at the drive-in movies soon after we began dating . It was new to both of us and exciting. Then came drive-in movie intercourse. But almost everyone old enough to date at a drive-in has done those things there and on “lover‘s lane.” We almost named our first born son Starlite.
---The earliest memories of me being masturbated in public places, other than my car or a secluded beach, were at occasional strip clubs. As at the drive-in, I wore jeans or dress pants so she had to slip down my zipper and pull it out. Maybe half the strip clubs had small tables with overhanging table cloths. The rest did not. These Clubs were tiny neighborhood strip joints. Converted bars with a stage, pole, and lights added. Most closed down or were shut down often, to be replaced by others. We didn’t attend the more popular places that charged admittance and often had “famous” dancers. Old homes or one car garages converted to neighborhood bars, then to neighborhood strip clubs became the hang outs of low life’s , prostitutes, drunks, and druggies. And yes, inquisitive teens and perverts. Not the most glamorous places to hang out. But often exciting, always cheap.
---Dollie and the very young dancers seemed to notice my almost immediate erection as I sat there. No tablecloth to hide under. At first we sat right down front for better viewing of the girls on stage. Later decided a table off to the side was more private. After all, Dollie often had bigger tits than the barely legal gals often appearing barely 15. I think 18 was the legal age then but from the looks of the nearly flat chested skinny baby faced girls we often wondered. We went more to show Dollie and our latest room mate off than look at those girls. Oh yes, there‘d be a few lookers with cute titties I‘d stare at. Phony tits were not yet popular or invented, at least in the Midwest, and these gals were too poor to afford them anyway.
--- Dollie herself was barely 19. Her and our latest room mate often teased me and rubbed my crotch. Now and then a stripper sitting with us rubbed it thru my pants. 98% of the dancers were wh*r*s, working in those clubs to pick up men. Since I was already with at least one girl, rarely did any dancers proposition me.
---At a strip club with table cloths, Dollie pulled down my zipper and began stroking my prick. She’d only do it briefly a few times during the evening. One time a stripper who we’d visit often at that club, noticed me squirmin and making funny faces, as Dollie’s arm was under the tablecloth. The young gal slipped her hand under to join Dollie in jacking me off. I was used to being masturbated by other gals and usually had pretty good control. That evening I didn’t. I shot a wad under the table in minutes.
---This was the beginning of a new game. Apparently the stripper told other dancers and I began enjoying one or two others plus Dollie when we’d stop in for an evening. Dollie’s masturbation games continued at a few other tittie bars and eventually at some small restaurants when possible. It wasn’t till the 70’s that I was wearing shorts to those Clubs. Sure made things easier to get out.
---We were both lovin this and it happened now and then until I retired. Being older, it was getting very rare by then. I was still getting it up. But the sex drive does wear off with time for both sexes. Never expected Dollie to masturbate me in public after retirement. But, as I mentioned somewhere, our wildest years were from maybe 50 thru 65. I retired at 55.

PECKERS and PIZZA, another INTRODUCTION
 

PECKERS and PIZZA, an INTRODUCTION
---Still can’t explain why most nasty, dirty, perverted, kinky, wild, exciting, fun, illegal games happened in pizza places. But I’m gonna try. Here’s my reasoning for our PECKERS-N-PIZZA games.

--- We mostly went between normal meal hours. Usually mid afternoon or near closing time. Most have full tablecloths which hang down around the tables. You know the type. Red and white checkerboard or black and white checkerboard vinyl oilcloth. Many places we went to had separate semi secluded dining areas. Balconies and short walls separating tables and complete sections in many. Most seemed to have friendly kinky staff and customers. Oh yes. And my wife was as obsessed with my pecker as I was pussy hungry.
---A recipe for fun and games when you are dressed to play and horny. The horny part comes from the fact we were often dressed to play our flashing games or had just come from a day of playing, even cavorting around nude or on secluded beaches nude. Same recipe for games we played with Dollie. Only then tablecloths were sometimes an obstacle and tits were above the tables. Also that was an obstacle when we wanted to show off Dollie’s pussy. An advantage when I was masturbating her, as she occasionally did me.
- --Here’s how those pizza parlor masturbation games began. Those times near home and during regular outings we were just regular people going out for a regular meal, wearing normal shorts and tops like snowbirds, tourists, and Floridians do. A female hand under the table, rubbing a bare male leg, creeping up a loose pair of shorts, can create feelings a male can not control. Similar reactions occur when a male hand creeps up a skirt or shorts. Possibly it’s times like those when “I DARE you” is spoken….Or “do you DARE me?”
--Can you imagine being jacked-off while a cute young thing in a mini skirt takes your food order? Or while eating and others are eating nearby? Can you control the look on your face as you ejaculate on the floor under a table with that gal asking how your meal is, or as others chat about the weather? What do you do when your partner is masturbating you and you are about to shoot a wad, as one or two pretty waitresses wants to know if you’d like another beer?
------What? You've never had that problem?

PECKERS and PIZZA--Florida Style
 

PECKERS and PIZZA
--------or PENIS’ and PIZZA-------------------finally !
I’ll skip the basic quickie Jack-off games and get right to a few rare surprises.

RETIRED BUT NOT DEAD---------- I’ll start with some masturbation sessions I received shortly after retiring to Florida at two separate pizza places. Both times were so much fun my lovely lady repeated the sessions a few times a year for many more years when possible. She said she was gettin even for all the years I drove her wild in public.
---Dollie enjoyed teasin and pleasing me while the young, sometimes middle aged, waitresses fussed over our table. In time these gals became our table side friends, which made it even more difficult for me. And, as you know, women sense strange things happening. Our secret leaked out with two waitresses. What was scary is knowing women can’t keep a secret. How many more employees eventually knew? The cooks? The clean-up crew? Speaking of the clean-up crew, did anyone figure out what those dried up piles of gooey stuff were on the carpet? Gosh ain’t love grand.
---The stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any similarity of people and places is pure dumb luck. Pizza Joint #1. I’ll just say it wasn’t too far from home and we never expected such a thing to happen at our advanced ages, 55 for me, 53 for Dollie. We’d eaten at the Pizza Palace several times since retiring. We enjoyed the small balcony area with the low wall separating it from the main dining area below. (These descriptions fit two popular fish joints we also used for our games).
---We usually went in mid day when very few others were there, but we liked looking out over the open table area. There was only one way in and out of this elevated area with perhaps 6 to 8 tables. We also could see the entrance, the reception area, and doors to and from the kitchen. Anytime a waitress walked out we had plenty of time for Dollie to slip her tittles back in when we saw the waitress heading toward the few steps up to where we were seated. We’d eaten down below so knew that we could be seen only from the shoulders up.
---Once I began wearing shorts I kept wearing them shorter. I figured if I was gonna get my legs tanned I didn’t want a goofy golfer tan. And another secret I had was I’d stopped wearing underwear soon after we married, which was in late 1957. Dating, I often went without. But living with grandparents I had to wear boxer shorts around home and during school.
---Beginning about spring of 1958 I began swingin free. Still, I didn’t wear regular shorts for several more years. And real men wore long shorts! But times and I changed. With the shorter shorts I had to be careful just how short they were and how I sat. The legs of the shorts were usually loose, making it easy for Dollie to creep up my pants. She was as cock crazy as I was tittie and pussy crazy. Strangely she rarely touched another man’s prick.
--Again I wondered off topic to do some splainin! Back to the Pizza Palace. We sat up on the balcony so I could fondle Dollie’s bare boobies. We never tired of this. Of course playing with titties gave me an erection. Odds are Dollie just reached under the table to see how much of a rise she was getting out of me. Dollie probably just pulled my cock out. This is where that plaid full skirted tablecloth came in handy. She began stroking it slowly. Most often this was all she’d do. Prick teaser! Maybe I said “ I dare you to keep pumping.” Maybe she said “ do you dare me to keep playing with it?” Whatever, she was stroking it good when the waitress arrived to take our order. I remember Dollie had her hands above the table as we ordered. One of us most likely dared the other to have her resume the masturbating after the waitress left. We did a lot of daring back then!
--Seems like a young couple sat nearby and soon a waitress was there to take their order. I remember Dollie stopped pumping but still held my cock. I dared, probably begged, her to keep pumping because I was about to ejaculate. Dollie gave me “the look” and just held my prick. Begging and daring her, she went at it long stroking fast. She knew what would happen but sometimes begging pissed her off. When she was pissed she’d play rough! The pretty little waitress and pretty little female with a young man seemed to be staring. Yet they had no idea what was happening under that table when I exploded into the air. I warned Dollie to keep it pointed straight out and please don’t stop. She did good!
---Our pizza arrived, my pecker drained on the floor and probably on the edge of the chair. We giggled, ate, drank, Dollie reached under the table and helped wipe my cock off, and we left a nice tip.
---We had repeat performances at the Pizza Palace many times for the next 10 years. Waitresses came and went. I came and went. For many years we had the same waitress, Sandy. I’d ejaculate before, after, or during times Sandy was standing next to our table talking. There were times Sandy questioned why I was making funny sounds and lookin goofy.
---Sandy was no dummy. One day Sandy told us she knew what we’ve been doing. Possibly the semen stained carpet was a giveaway. Possible it was when I was gasping for breath and gritting my teeth. She’d already caught Dollie with her titties hanging on the table long ago. We talked kinky with Sandy before and she knew about some of our tit games. Sandy described what we were doing as she spoke. “Tell me or I’m going to look.” I believe I’d just shot a wad or was about to. She agreed to keep our secret. After Dollie and I admitted we were dirty ole perverts Sandy hugged Dollie and kissed me on the cheek. She said it is great we are so much in love. Then Sandy said “I’m still gonna look under the tablecloth to make sure.” Or something like that. OMG, and comments about my dripping prick.
--After that Sandy brought extra napkins and begged us to please use them. “The clean-up crew is getting mad cleaning up your messes.” Sandy often asked Dollie to masturbate me while she visited us at the table. Sandy watched the expressions on my face, telling me she usually knew when I was going to ejaculate.
---I might have told her she couldn’t guess. Then she would say something like “you better get some napkins you’re about to cum.” Things were getting kinky and more than I could handle. Sometimes Sandy raised the tablecloth in time to watch the semen shoot out on the carpet. It was always embarrassing. Sandy enjoyed watching Dollie’s final pumps and my ejaculatory performance.
--- Sandy was around her mid 40’s . Another young waitress later told us Sandy squealed to co workers. We were afraid management may find out so didn’t return for several years.
Sandy is long gone.

ROSA‘S PIZZA HOUSE.
 

ROSA‘S PIZZA HOUSE.

---Same time period as above. Rosa’s is a rectangular shaped building with the entrance toward the right end. It is divided into three sections with low walls. As business picked up the middle and left sections would be opened. It was simple to know how busy Rosa’s was by looking at the parking lot. Our first time there it was packed. Must have been seating for 100 and we were diners 99 and 100. Ended up sitting way against the left rear corner. Personally I don’t like being stuck in the middle of a dining room anyway. After the first time, we only stopped when there were only a few customers in the right side section. Proved better for our games and more relaxing.
---Never found out just why, but first time there were many young pretty gals in short skirts, short shorts, and revealing blouses. For years the waitresses wore short skirts and ruffled low cut off shoulder blouses, looking like French servants. Musta wore shelf or push-up bras because they all looked like French Hooters gals. Nice eye candy as we waited what seemed 30 minutes just to be served.
--Remember back in the good ole days when waitresses wore real mini skirts and low tops---and looked like women?
---Finally our waitress walked over. Pretty face like a 15 year old. Petite body like a 20 year old and voluptuous boobs like a 40 year old. Picture this as you picture that. Dollie and I both wore short shorts. We were new to Florida and wanted to fit in getting Florida tans. By this time I had my tiny foreskin barbell piercing. I had to be careful because this barbell often dangled free below my shorts leg. With a little mental stimulation things happened causing that foreskin and barbell to creep out.
---The waitresses would sit next to customers to take their orders if there was an empty chair. Each small table had four chairs and table cloths which hung over the sides. When the girls sat their little skirts rose exposing pretty young legs and those uplifted breasts seemed to ooze out even more. I’d been sitting noticing this on other waitresses as we killed time waiting. Dollie noticed what I was looking at. She was rubbing my bare leg which added to my mental and physical condition. Our little waitress noticed me glancing down her blouse. She giggled and said my wife would be jealous. I just told her my wife has boobs of her own and we don’t get jealous. The waitress saw Dollie rubbing my leg and placed her hand along side Dollie’s, only higher. As Dollie rubbed my leg her hand bumped the waitress’ hand so the girl moved hers farther up.
--At this time we gave our pizza order. I was slowly getting an erection, and we were discussing boobs, life, and being new to the area. Don’t quote me here. Really not sure what happened next. Our waitress either saw or felt the barbell and maybe some exposed penis. I’m thinking the table cloth covered everything from the waist down so she musta felt, then lifted the table cloth to look. Both I and our waitress musta been visibly embarrassed but she kept her hand on my leg, gently rubbing it in short movements.
--She finished our order and left, saying she’d be back soon. Dollie took advantage of my erection and began stroking my cock. She was just going good when the waitress brought our drinks. Why oh why she did it we don’t know. She lifted the table cloth and took a peek. Lucky we were at the rear of our table, a corner with walls hiding one side and Dollie blocking any other view from those 98 diners. But from where the waitress sat in the corner with the table cloth lifted she saw a full erection and Dollie holding it tight!
---I’ll swear that ornery little waitress said something like “ You‘ve got 20 minutes so have fun.” We didn’t have 20 minutes. Even though our beer glasses were over half full she came back early asking if everything was okay. Dollie stopped as the gal got close. Our waitress told Dollie not to stop. She knew! She then lifted the table cloth, watching Dollie masturbate me. I lost it! Shot a stream under the table probably to the chair on the other side. Both Dollie and the little waitress giggled. Again she left. When the gal brought our pizza she also brought a bunch of large napkins, again giggling. Together Dollie and I cleaned up most of the mess .
---Left the gal a nice tip and asked her not to tell. We returned a few times a year for years, but only when the parking lot was nearly empty. The cute little blonde almost always waited on us, rubbing my leg and occasionally touching my penis. She’d sometimes look under the table after bringing our drinks. Dollie would be pumping my rod and grinning.
--Maybe after five or six years, little Blondey introduced another young gal, as they brought our drinks. New gal probably as young as Blondey was when these games started, early 20’s. By now Blondey knew Dollie was probably playing. Blondey said she was moving soon and we needed a new personal waitress to take over. Blondey asked if she could show the new gal what was going on under our table.
---Of course, this girl already knew! Dollie agreed and another new friend was born! Blondey grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times saying she’s gonna miss it. Blondey #2 was even more fun. From the first time as our waitress until she eventually quit, she would get in a few minutes stroking my cock as Dollie watched.
------ Pizza and Penis . Makes me wonder why I didn’t beg to go back more often.

A New Old Game--ELEVATOR MUSIC
 

------- A New Old Game--ELEVATOR MUSIC

As always, an introduction is necessary for a new topic. While it’s

---Actually as much as I can remember, early on elevators didn’t have music. In fact those I do remember had an inner fence or mesh door on the actual elevator that went up and down along with it . As today, each floor had its own separate door. Another thing, all early elevators that I remember had an elevator operator. Always an older man, dressed in a uniform, who asked what floor you’d like to got to, was on the elevator. He’d then manually close the doors, inner and outer, push the button, then stop the elevator with the push of another button. With luck, he stopped even with the floor you wanted to get off of. These elevators were primitive, noisy, they jerked, and sometimes stopped without notice between floors.
---Keep in mind, these first elevator games began in the early sixties. Dollie was around 20, I was two years older. Amazingly, after all these years, I’m still only two years older than her. Altho at times I look and feel twenty years older! We were probably in the prime of our sex lives and really just experimenting with goofy games. Also keep in mind, since it was so long long ago, I am only guessing about what was actually said. But, as you read, you will notice it just seems right.
Cum with us as we take our first tit showin elevator ride.
---Once again, these games started purely by accident. If you enjoy the ride, get on with us again and again as we continue playing with people’s minds in elevators. It was all just for fun and often appeared to be an accident. Accidents can and do happen. (Sometime ago, we saw similar games played on an adult version of Candid Camera, the TV show.)
-- We lived near P---, Illinois, a city with many buildings with multiple floors with elevators. Few back then were over eight or ten stories tall as far as I remember. Our small town had no buildings over two or three floors high and we never played our new games around home. We feared we’d be seen by friends or relatives.
---To spend all day for days playing our elevator games, we went to Chicago or St Louis. The old Sears Tower and large bank buildings were great playgrounds. Usually we’d go to camp nearby, but also to play games. We found out that Malls, places like Macy’s, and other department stores, were not well suited for our tit showin elevator games. Too many mommies and kids. But large multi-story business buildings like banks with doctor and lawyer offices were prime places to accidentally be caught with Dollie’s boobies hangin out! Why? Because fifty years ago men worked in those offices and women stayed home raising kids. Yes, there were secretaries and nurses. But the odds were greater we’d meet men on and near elevators.
---As I lay in bed this morning, my mind wandered back to a simpler, fun part of our young lives. Possible as I get older, my life seems to be flashing before me. Hope to hell it ain’t a sign I’m about to go to that great elevator in the sky!
---Must have been the holiday season, before Christmas. We were most likely just window shopping and planning some tit showin games. Elevator flashing wasn’t part of our plans. Twenty year old Dollie was wearing a mini skirt. Normal for young girls back then. May or may not been wearing bikini panties at the time. She would have been wearing super spiked high heels, as was popular in the early sixties. I do remember she was wearing a silver-grey fur waist length jacket. Also popular before the tree huggers were born. Probably dead rabbit.
---What made this first elevator booby game happen was Dollie wore nothing under the jacket. Yep, we obviously were headed to a strip joint or bar later on that evening. I remember that fur jacket very well. It had buttons as large as half dollars and Dollie rarely buttoned them. She’d just hold the jacket closed when in public, removing her hands when we wanted her to show tittie. I really don’t think either of us planned on her showing her titties in that four or five floor shopping center. After all, there would be families, mothers, and kids. Our rules always have been no showing skin around little kids.
---As previously described, the old elevator man greeted us, as we stepped onto the elevator. No one else was on or near the elevator. I also remember there not being many people shopping that afternoon. We were headed to the top floor for some reason. The elevator man mentioned that Dollie really looked nice. In those days that’s about what would have been said. Not hot or sexy, just nice. Most likely we both thanked him, as I said top floor, or five, whatever.
---Being the young ornery sexpot she was, Dollie sort of flaunted herself and most likely turned around. This is when the accident part happened. She must have moved her hands or let go of the coat briefly. Both me and the elevator operator saw her boobs, partially exposed, as her coat gapped slightly. He asked, “ don’t you have anything under that jacket?” The rest is not for certain. All I remember was Dollie opening her jacket wide and saying “NO.”
---Don’t remember if I asked her to do it or she just did. Back then it could have been either way. (Most likely younger than I am now), Mr. old elevator operator mashed the STOP red button and stared. I’m sure compliments and thank you’s were spoken. Twenty year old Dollie was slim and had nice erect itty bitty titties that pointed straight out and up back then. Actually they weren’t so little for her size.
---I remember hearing bells, buzzers, and seeing lights flashing. Those old elevators had emergency gadgets that set off alarms when they stopped between floors. Finally at the top floor, we got off, giggling. Yep, another game idea was accidentally invented.

ELEVATOR MUSIC GOING DOWN?
 

GOING DOWN?

---Still at the department store, after Dollie’s first elevator tit flash, we had to eventually go back down. At that time there were others in the elevator. The operator smiled and stared at Dollie. We went down a few floors to lady’s wear. There were separate floors for men’s wear, lady’s wear, children’s clothes, toys, hardware, and usually sporting goods. Hardware was normally in the basement. Yes even clerks asking “are you being served?”
--- Returning to the elevator for the third time, after leaving lady’s wear, again no one was on the elevator. The elevator operator asked Dollie if she bought a nice blouse. She giggled and replied “NO”. Without asking me she opened her fur coat wide for the second time that day in front of the operator. I know she said something. But not sure what. Probably something like “ don’t you like what I’m wearing?” Of course the operator would have replied with something complimenting Dollie. This would have turned her on even more and she most likely teased and showed off for the elevator operator. I’m thinking he stopped the elevator again to get a nice long look. We returned to the ground floor, thanked the operator for the exciting ride and left the store laughing. Yep, another new game was created.
---- Most likely we had plans to go to a strip club later that day. We did that a lot in the late 50’s thru 70’s. In those places Dollie let her coat, jacket, or sweater gap wide open, as we drank beer and watched the strip acts. Dollie was known to remove her hands from holding her jackets, as we walked down streets to clubs or bars also. She sat in our car with her jacket wide open flashing others along the street corners and in other cars. These were all things we never realized many do.
---Winters didn’t go to waste as prime flashing times of the year. In fact these were better for the shock value because people were surprised more when seeing flesh which was normally all covered up. It’s the shock, the surprise, the being flashed when you least expect it, that made these games fun and exciting.
---We returned to that same department store many other times that winter and in coming years. Often teasing and flashing that elevator operator and others on duty. Word seemed to get around, as relief operators asked Dollie if she was the elevator flasher. Of course, Dollie often proved that she was. Wearing tiny mini skirts most of the time, she often flashed her ass to some of those elevator operators too. As far as I remember, those times she wore tiny bikini panties since we'd be around families with children.
--- As years passed and elevators became modern, operators were no longer needed. This proved to be to our advantage for playing elevator tit games.

ELEVATOR MUSIC GOING UP, or REAL ELEVATOR FLASHING
 

GOING UP, or REAL ELEVATOR FLASHING
--- After a few years of playing tit flash games in elevators, many of them were modernized and became self service as they are today. At first we were disappointed. No more old elevator operators to tease. But we soon found that being alone in elevators gave us more control in more ways than one. We could no longer stop between floors, unless there really were an emergency. But we could chose several different games and ways of playing.
--- Cum with us again as we ride one of our favorite new elevators in P-----, Illinois. Forgot the name of the building. Doesn’t matter now. It’s been remodeled several times over, may be gone, or have had several name changes in the last 50 years. But when these games began it was a modern business complex, at least a dozen stories tall, with six or eight elevators in a row. All were large, quiet, and smooth, probably including that icky elevator music we are familiar with. Another plus, they were brightly lit making bare boobies show up much better.
---The building was one of those type with various insurance, doctor, lawyer, and small business headquarters on a dozen large floors. As we experimented and checked it out, we sort of created a variety of quickie games. Following is a brief list of these games and samples. We continued playing these tit flashin games at least into the 80’s and occasionally today. But now there are microphones and surveillance cameras inside the elevators and in the hallways. Still, accidents happen!
--- The Midwest has many weather changes, Dollie often wore tank tops, tube tops and T-shirts to play these games in warmer weather. During colder weather she might wear something sexy, or nothing, under a short jacket or even a floor length coat. Yes, with those, she may not be wearing anything under it. After all, flashing is not limited to titties.
---Keep in mind that playing elevator games is not only a surprise for those walking into an elevator, or standing outside looking in, it is just as much a surprise to those behind the door playing the games. You will soon see what I mean about being behind the doors.
---It’s game time! In no special order, here are a few of our games. I call this one our FONDLING-CAUGHT GAME.
---For it Dollie could be nude covered with a coat until game time. But for the most part this game would be played while she wore a T-shirt or similar top that can be pulled up to her neck. Preferable while she holds her arms up, elbows out to each side, holding her top. The reason for lifting her arms is it gets them out of the way and raises her titties high. I stand behind her, fondling one or both boobs. The rest is easy. We just wait till the elevator stops at a random floor for people to get on. Always hoping for a few men. By testing and doing dry practice runs, we found that the odds are several men were usually waiting to get on the elevator. We also had figured out the best times for rush hour and the times when one or two men were entering the elevator.
---This was a high-tech operation, not for the weak at heart. In all the many years we played this game we only got yelled at and called names a few times. The rest enjoyed their little tit flashing games. We even had men ask me to continue playing with Dollie’s boobs as the elevator was in operation. Usually keeping these games looking like we accidentally got caught, I’d stop my fondling and Dollie would quickly pull her top down or close her jacket or coat. This is what I believe kept us from being arrested. Keep in mind, as in most of our games, when these events look like we got caught people actually felt sorry for us.
---Oh yes, now and then a few women were ready to enter the elevator. They’d get on, giggling. Some seemed bashful and walked away. This also happened with men at times. Those were the times we worried about security or cops waiting for us on other floors. Never happened.
---As for fondling Dollie’s titties while men in suits watched, I did it a few times. But never felt safe being closed in in a small moving elevator with businessmen. We had no idea whether they were lawyers, cops, politicians, or criminals. Now that I think back, most of those were probably criminals of some sort.
---When I did play with Dollie’s boobs, with encouragement, I usually reached under her blouse or inside her coat. But there were times either I or she would pull them out in full view as I fondled them and the elevator went on it’s merry way. When this happened, we’d cover Dollie’s tits as the elevator stopped again. We’d get compliments, clapping, and thanks. Oh to be young again. But it just didn’t feel right feeling her under those conditions.
---BUTT SHOTS Pretty self explanatory. As I’ve written often, Dollie either wore hot pants or micro mini skirts most of the time. Of course in colder weather it was micro minis only. Often with black panty hose to help warm her legs. Also, those very tall skinny heels were in style with the younger girls. With her long lean legs, it was a sexy combination. Yes, I am a boob man. But also a leg man. Besides, it’s those legs that go up to heaven. When Dollie wore panties they were the tiny bikini panties or thong style. When we preplanned those butt shot games she chose the thong undies. This was the time of our lives, mid sixties, we were spending as much free time as possible at the neighborhood strip clubs. These were basically converted corner bars in the less desirable parts of town.
--- Be patient, I’m getting to the elevators. We might spend an afternoon playing elevator games around town, but always ended up till early mornings at a strip club. Therefore Dollie dressed for the strip club scene. Lucky for us, girls dressing like hookers was the in thing back then. Got a lot of attention in those fancy business buildings in the elevators and in the hallways. Attention was what we wanted. And attention was what Dollie got.
---We decided one day since she was getting so much attention wearing her nearly cheek showing micro mini, and guys were commenting about her cute little ass, we’d just show her ass to a few. We’d be on one of those modern elevators headed toward the top floor of a reasonably tall building. As we felt it slowing to stop, Dollie would have her back to the door. Just as we saw the door opening, she’d turn, bend over, pretending to adjust a shoe or something. Wearing a micro mini skirt, with or without panties, her ass was in full moon view. Took seconds but was always an attention getter. Again, a simple accident. Of course, we would sometimes combine a butt shot and a tit shot in one short elevator ride with a few suits.
---OUTSIDE LOOKIN IN We had to get to the elevator to get on one. The main lobby’s were often crowded so for this game we’d pick random floors and just get off the elevator. Same basic games as above except we were outside lookin in the elevator. Remember, you have no idea who is behind that door no matter which side you are!
---Dollie might be standing with one or both boobs exposed, or bending over picking something up as people exit. Still more people could be standing inside looking out. To safely play this one we’d pre-check and try to have Dollie in a position where someone entering the hallway from offices couldn’t see the game being performed. Even the few times she was caught with a tit out, or a bare ass, it still appeared accidental to those coming down a hallway. Double the fun.
---ORAL SEX Now we didn’t try this one too many times. Just too risky. We’d be in an elevator, either I would be getting a head job or Dollie would, as the elevator stopped. Honestly, we only tried this a few times. From what I remember it went well each time. But was just too embarrassing for all involved and too much of a gamble being arrested for indecent exposure. There really is a limit to what you can get by with in public places of this type. Yea, we did it on trails, beaches, campgrounds, and other out door type places. Even at the drive-inn movies. But they are all way different than a downtown office building in an elevator.
---INTERCOURSE Okay, we did screw a few times in elevators briefly. Had to try everything. Got caught by a man and woman getting on one time. They were pissed and threatened to call security. Again, just not the right place for this type of foolin around.
---SHARING BOOBIES Much later in our elevator sex games we were semi pros having men fondle Dollie’s titties in public. So, naturally we invited an occasional suit wearing man to take a feel as the elevator went up or down. Once more, the few times we tried it it was fun. But again, just didn’t feel safe.
---DALESHOTS This game is actually much the same as the butt shot game. Just as easy to play. Much nastier yet safer than flashing titties in some places. Only difference is Dollie wore no panties and bent over with her legs wide to pick up something, or adjust her heels. Tried it as the elevator doors opened, tried it while we waited in hall for elevator, tried it while actually in a reasonably crowded elevator. Did these all many different times. It always appeared like an accident and always got ooohs and aaaahs.
---CONCLUSION----All of the above games, and maybe more, were played in many towns and states for years. As time passed and we got older, we weren’t as wild or as daring---or stupid! But as recently as last week, December 2011, Dollie whipped out her titties in the elevator while headed to the fourth floor of my eye doctor’s office just to tease me. I think to see if my right eye was still bad. Being equally ornery, I dared her to leave them out till we got off the elevator. She did! There are almost always a group older men and women waiting for one of the four elevators there. We knew someone was gonna see Dollie’s titties. A half dozen people, men and women, stood staring in, as Dollie politely said she was sorry and shoved her boobs back down her blouse.
---This deserves a little more explaining. Since this is an annex of a hospital where mostly retired people go, and middle aged women wear extremely revealing clothing for some reason, Dollie wasn’t too much out of line, considering we’ve both seen other bare titties at the facility bouncing and oozing out. I believe I saw other female breast meat even then. A comment while in the elevator of similar sightings during other visits may have provoked Dollie into being a bad girl! Provoking her can still be dangerous!
---- Over the years, playing elevator games, we sometimes also used the stairs to go up or down a few floors. Wearing her micro mini skirts with men walking a few steps behind was just as effective as bending over showing her ass---sometimes her pussy. And who’s fault was this? Was it only an accident that those guys were there staring up her skirt.
I’ve seen men standing at the bottom of a long staircase, as Dollie walked up, or downward toward them. Sometimes no one knew I was watching and waiting for her. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I loudly told Dollie that guy was staring at your pussy! Talk about denial! And yes there were some man enough to admit it. We’d usually give them a second look. It pays to be honest!
---------------------------GOING UP ? ------------------------

ELEVATOR LADIES, a preview of what and why!
 

----------ELEVATOR LADIES, a preview of what and why!

---When playing our flashing games in elevators, we attempted to make men our teasing subjects. But, you know that there is no way of knowing who’s behind those elevator doors, no matter which side you are standing. In all the many years we’ve played those crazy games I can’t remember many kids being there. Mostly because we checked most buildings and usually went to the types of places where adults worked. On those rare occasions, later in life at more public type buildings, if there happened to be a child or two in the crowd, Dollie turned around, or stepped behind me, and covered quickly.
---Of course, women are adults too. There were women lawyers, doctors, secretaries, nurses, and like us, just women there for various reasons. Still, most of the games we played we lucked out with men being behind those doors. But there were times both men and women were there together or a few women alone.
---As in the first stories, we were also caught doing all of those things by women. As far as I remember, most were in the age group of 20’s thru maybe 50-ish. In the beginning we were both early twenties. The younger we were, the easier the games seemed to be to get by with. At least to us. Young couples do the silliest things! Still, it was very few times we nearly got arrested or screamed at.
---People are funny and fun. People love surprises and catching others in the act of doing sexy things. We’ve always played any of our games to tease, please, and surprise people. And because we enjoyed it. We also enjoyed the suspense and shock value of trying different things. Not knowing who’s behind the green door was often almost too much of a surprise for us!
---We’d usually hit the top floor button, sometimes just a random floor, and begin whatever daring game Dollie and I had agreed upon. The taller the buildings, the more games we could play. Early on, those were simple tit flashing by Dollie or me fondling Dollie’s bare boobs. Still tit flashing but a few kinky steps beyond. Since it could appear that we were caught in the act, these games were sort of accidents.
Let’s play some games when we were also surprised when finding women behind those elevator doors. This first sample probably happened in that large business building in P------. After all, women did work there also.
But first---------

SEXY SECRETARIES, pre elevator facts.
 

SEXY SECRETARIES, pre elevator facts.

I was also working in an office during our early elevator games. Perhaps the fact I had to walk from the building I worked to the main office complex and several floors up an elevator, my mind began creating our elevator tit flashing games. As in many of our other games, they just evolved to the kinkier versions.
---My job as a shipping clerk was to go to the main office several times a day to pick up invoices, etc. I enjoyed that because many sexy looking friendly women worked in the main office. I had to stop at most desks for paperwork, and to flirt. Don’t get me wrong, I was fresh out of high school and most of these women were older married women. (Except widow Ruthie. But that could be another story) They were the teasers at first because I was the youngest male employee in the factory. I had to suffer through going into a tiny room to make copies, post mail and stamps, as some would cuddle and rub those nasty tittles against me. Most hot looking, wearing mini skirts and Vee or scooped necked tops back then.
--- I loved mini skirts on women sitting at desks with those opened center areas which showed their crossed long lanky legs hanging out below. Lucy was the receptionist at the factory. Her desk was right off the elevator. Lucy had a pair of the most beautiful shapely lean luscious legs I’d ever seen on a grown woman. Lucy had large hooters and a pretty smiling face. Lucy was the perfect receptionist. I didn’t need to stop and talk to Lucy, but I always did. We became friends and we actually bought a Collie from her family. (See how my stories get off topic?)
Seeing Lucy everyday as I got off and on the elevator may have caused me to fantasize getting her in that elevator. Naw, I was a newlywed with a hot wife of my own! Anyway, I’m sure the images of Lucy and those other sexy secretaries had something to do with my elevator flashing games as I went up and down the company elevator. Gotta blame someone so I’m blaming Lucy. I loved Lucy!


---------------YOUNG HORNY SECRETARIES

Yep, I prematurely began with the following words----

This first sample probably happened in that large business building in P------.

--- In our early twenties, our elevator games had just begun. We’d lucked out and up till now had teased dozens of men with Dollie’s tit flashing and my boob fondling. This time, when the doors opened, in walked two sexy young female secretaries from one of the offices several floors up. This we were eventually told by them.
---I was fondling Dollies boobies while standing behind her. Unexpectedly, we were embarrassed and surprised because it was always men who stepped on the elevators before. But, as planned, I stopped and Dollie pulled her blouse down. Big deal, we got caught by two young ladies instead of some men. We both said we were sorry and pretended to be embarrassed. We were. We didn’t expect what would happen next.
----Both girls stepped in the elevator, one on each side of us. With a big smile, almost as if planned, they both pulled their blouses up, exposing their bare boobies. Words were spoken, but I don’t remember what was said. As the elevator continued upward, so did my penis! They noticed! I was wearing short shorts. One of those cute young things began rubbing my cock which didn’t help soften it a bit! The other began fondling Dollie’s titties. This also didn’t help the erection creeping out of my pants. Next thing I remember that gal had my prick out staring at it and squeezing it. Sadly, the elevator slowed to a stop and everyone hurried to cover up.
---Seems like a few men got on and we continued several more floors upward. All the while those two sexy secretaries were grinning and talking to us about life and sex. I’m sure those men were puzzled, yet taking this all in. The girls got off the elevator. Possibly I got off in the elevator, and I don’t remember the rest.

LADIES----GOING DOWN elevator games
 

--------------------LADIES----GOING DOWN

---Early on in our elevator games, we tried about everything. Still in our early twenties, this time in Chicago at a very tall building. Must have been summer because we both wore short shorts and T-shirts. I convinced Dollie to get on her knees and give me a blow job. She was in the process of doing a good job of it, as the elevator stopped. Not sure if we wanted to get caught, but we did. Not by men. But by the wildest middle aged sexy lookin lady we could meet. I remember her wearing a mini skirt and stiletto heels. Again normal for the 60’s-70’s. I remember her lookin mighty fine. I think she was a hooker! What do you think?
--- Like we always did, we covered up our body parts and apologized. Again I have no idea what was said, if anything. Hard to talk with a cock in her mouth! This is a blur but these are the basic facts. MsSexy walked over, got on her knees, pulled my prick out and took over where Dollie had left off. Again, I have no idea how long, or how many floors we went in that elevator. Sadly our temporary new friend got off before I did!

THE HAPPY COUPLE in an elevator
 

THE HAPPY COUPLE

---I’m thinking this game happened in a elevator in the office complex in P-----. But doesn’t matter where. It was again summer. I wore shorts and a tankie top. Distinctly remember Dollie wearing a low button front blouse and micro mini skirt minus panties. Went up and down in the elevator showing Dollies’ titties for several hours, having fun with men in suits. Maybe even a few butt shots. We even used the stairs several times getting good exposure to several men walking up or down. That’s how I remember Dollie wearing the mini skirt.
----A young couple was standing at the opened elevator door as Dollie was bent over in it exposing her ass and pussy. I was rubbing her butt cheeks. This girl also wore a mini skirt and heels. Like I wrote, normal for then. Women dressed like women, not slobs in jeans or baggy pants and sweatshirts.
---They got on as we went through our apologizing routine. Both said we have nothing to apologize for as the elevator door closed and she bent over, pulling her mini skirt to her waist. Nice ass. Nice spread pussy! Her mate rubbed her ass and jammed a finger deeply inside her, as they both giggled. He no more than got to working on her when the elevator stopped again. Down went her skirt and she stood up.
---After several floors and men got on and off, we were alone, they did it again, repeatedly. Not to be outdone by another young couple, I had Dollie assume the position and both of us began masturbating our wives. Each time the elevator stopped we stopped. Anytime we were alone the masturbating would resume. The guy suggested we swap partners but Dollie wasn’t for that.
---Still, we had an amazing afternoon masturbating our own wives as the other watched. Right there in a public elevator. I’m sure Dollie and the other gal got off several times before we all got off the elevator!
As we thought about this afternoon we were mad at ourselves for not offering to go someplace else or meet again. Over the years, we had some great times but also missed some just by not getting names and addresses.

PERVERTS ! More Elevator Music
 

________________________________________PERVERTS !

---Playing elevator sex games is a gamble. One day, probably in our mid twenties, we were having intercourse in an elevator in a far away city. We were standing closely together. This can and does happen without exposing body parts. We’ve done it in bars while dancing, beaches, parks, and many other public places, often going unnoticed. So have many others. Well, it is noticed when you really watch the body movement and facial features.
---In this elevator, I wore short shorts and Dollie either shorts or a mini skirt. It was a day without much activity as far as others getting on and off the elevators. Most likely we were bored and hot! We’d been screwing as often as we could between others getting on the elevator as it went up and down. Those older elevators seemed to jerk and moan when about to stop or start. Enough time to get decent.
---For some unexplainable reason we stopped fucking but I didn’t pull my thing out of Dollie when an older couple got on. They smiled at first. Probably not noticing. The man sort of winked and asked if we had been having fun. Yes, he knew! That’s when the old lady slapped him and called us perverts. She threatened to call the police as soon as she got off the elevator. As much as her husband attempted to calm her down, she got louder.
Things like this have a negative reaction on young men’s penis’. I went soft and it slipped out. I hurried to turn and slip it into my shorts. Not sure who got off the elevator first but the first chance we got we got the hell out of that building. Us perverts?

HOSPITAL ELEVATOR
 

---------------------------NURSES AID


---A story similar to the two secretaries happened with three nurses. Again a very tall building but a hospital in St Louis. I was in for some tests. I know it was 1970 because it was shortly before our daughter was born. Dollie was very pregnant and there visiting me. I wore one of those ass showing hospital gowns. My nurses told me I could wander around the hospital with Dollie that way. At first I was embarrassed but saw other male and female ass showin patients walking up and down the hallways.
--- I wanted some fresh air so decided to go to the large parking deck. A nearby elevator would take us there. We’d spent several hours walking around on the parking deck and looking out at the city. Don’t know why but I had a hard-on. Something I did often in my younger days. This was 1970 and I was in my early thirties. Possibly Dolllie in a micro mini, stiletto heels, and some sort of tittie showin top had something to do with it. Even pregnant she tried to look sexy.
---We were back in the elevator heading up to my room, most likely. A full erection in one of those thin gowns is difficult to hide. Especially with a horny woman yanking on it. First time we'd ever been separated. Three nurses got on the elevator with us. Being nurses it was their job to notice patients and be concerned about their well being. They noticed!
---Not remembering all the details or what was said. Next thing I remember was having my pulse checked---by way of my bare penis. Then a nurse began giving me mouth to mouth---well mouth to penis resuscitation. I do believe they asked Dollie if it was okay. But not sure. Either way, it just happened.
---Being good nurses, they walked us to my room. One was a beautiful little black gal. I'd had a few black prostitutes years before and they seemed to always turn me on. This part is hard to believe today. They pulled the curtain around the bed and all three nurses took turns giving me oral sex. After they left Dollie did the same. Never again that many! The only time of my life I got a blow job from four young women in one short time. Another odd thing, after Dollie went the 175 miles back home I was never treated that special again by any nurses.
Okay this didn't all happen in an elevator but that's where it started.

For years, I repeatedly told Dollie I needed to go back to that hospital for another check up! Lucky for me, there really was nothing wrong with me.

--------REGULAR TIT FLASHING----it is an art

---Much of this is just general boob showing information. It amazes me that there are still many people who have never seen a gal tit flash, or gals tit flashed yourself if you are a female.
---What is flashing? Without looking it up, my explanation of it is quickly showing body parts. For now, I will keep this to showing breasts. Flashing means to expose for a very short time. Personally we figure this around a few seconds, sometimes slightly more, for a conventional boob flashing. Enough time to get them out and get them back in, allowing a brief time for the flashee to be flashed by the flasher. Women, including Dollie, do flash for longer periods of time if and when possible. But after awhile, it is no longer considered flashing, just showing tits.

---There are many variables affecting this so called tit flashing. Number one on the list is safety, primarily safety from being arrested. After that, it is mostly staying out of trouble with owners of the places you are in while flashing, wild out of control people who are being flashed, and keeping out of view of children and those you don’t want to see you. So, naturally, where you are, how many people are near, and the types of people, make a difference in the ability to flash, how long, and the response of the crowd. Flashing near a bunch of religious fanatics or kids is never a good idea. Flashing on city streets and many public buildings can be a gamble also. Mostly common sense and experience with practice are your judges on being daring enough to flash.
---This could be the place to calm those of you who say this sort of exposing female flesh is sinful and wrong. It depends on who you are and who you listen to. The good Lord gave women those breasts and doctors knowledge to modify them now days. Eve was nude while cavorting in the garden teasing that young boy Adam. Breasts were originally designed to feed babies and attract grown men. Today, very few mothers breast feed but many men are still attracted to them.
---Depending on your religion and upbringing, we were trained that there are certain body parts we were not supposed to show others. Today, as in the past, married couples had children without seeing each other naked. And some still only see their wives private parts during those times of intercourse. No matter what you think and feel personally, there is nothing wrong with showing your assets to others for fun----and profit. Dollie and I learned through life and death experiences that our games are apparently approved because we are still here to play them.
---Our early experiences with being flashed were at small motorcycle rallies and other biker type events. Also happened at small Mardi Gras type events, a few bars, and even on the beach. Surprisingly, just because Dollie occasionally went topless while hiking in remote places and on semi secluded beaches, this flashing game didn’t just happen for her.
---Dollie was already wearing sexy clothes, so after being caught topless often, it was a matter of time and my coaxing to get her to flash at some of the wilder bike events. Most likely this was after years of doing it on beaches and at pools in those phony accident games. As you may or may not know, it gets easier and more fun in time. This is a good time to mention the “MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO” phenomena.
---What is the MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO phenomena you ask? Even kids do it. It’s when someone does something and others copy. If you’ve been to a semi wild bike event and watched pretty young gals flash, you know exactly what I am saying. If you’ve ever flashed you know this is true. Being flashed by a pretty gal brings out the breast in others. Dollie has flashed and we’ve seen women who swore they’ve never done it in their lives flash us back. And those professional flashers are most likely also going to respond.
---This is partially why the law cracked down on what they call indecent exposure. It did sort of get out of hand over the years. Flashing today ain’t what it used to be in public. Yet at adult, usually private, rallies it goes on with the appreciation of us boob lovers everywhere. As a bonus, those women brave enough to continue the fine art of flashing in random public places, surprise, shock, and thrill us tit lovers.
The size and shape of the flasher, or the age, doesn't matter. It's the surprise that counts.

Back to the elevator flashing games.
 

Last Elevator Game---BETTY'S BOOBS
 

BETTY'S BOOBS
---The year was around 1975. We would have been mid 30’s. How do I remember these things? Just bought the red truck and RV, that’s how. We were camping near Davenport, Iowa and fishing. On some days when it rained, our elevator games were a way of playing games and passing time. Downtown Davenport, summer 1975, or 1976.
--- A tall building downtown, and we’d been playing Dollie’s tit flashing game for over an hour, having good luck. Dollie wore a narrow tube top and probably shorts. I most likely wore jeans and a T-shirt since we were downtown. Tube tops are great for flashing. We were on an elevator alone and Dollie’s tube top was down to her waist. I was next to her squeezing a tit. The elevator was slowing to stop and we knew it. The door opened and there were half dozen men and one woman standing there. I’m guessing they were all about our ages, mid thirties. As they let the lady step in first, polite people back then, most made comments, like whoops, wow, OMG, and the normal things when first seeing a flasher in an elevator.
---We said we were sorry, the regular apologies, as Dollie pulled her tiny tube top up. I mention tiny because this was one which I had cut in half for motorcycle riding and hiking. Giggles and compliments continued as the elevator stopped randomly to let some men off and sometimes more on. The lady began talking to us about having fun, yet not really mentioning boobs. Finally, everyone had gotten off except her. Instantly her talk switched to flashing, tit fondling, and kinky games.
--- Betty, I’ll call her, said she always wanted to try flashing but her husband wouldn’t allow it. Said she was afraid to do it alone. Our conversation was sometimes interrupted as other people got on the elevator. But resumed to talking tit games when we were again alone with Betty. Basically she led the conversation. We only answered her questions and told her about how we’d been doing this for many years. Out of the blue Betty asked if Dollie and her could try it right then and there.
---Betty was nice looking and built pretty much like Dollie. I wasn’t gonna say no! I believe she wore a mid-length skirt and some sort of button down blouse that could be easily pulled up or unbuttoned. I explained how much of a gamble our tit flashing games were and that we never know what to expect when the elevator door opens. She’d now had her blouse partly unbuttoned, exposing most of her nice breasts floating on a shelf-type bra. Popular back then.
---About then the elevator stopped and one man in a suit stepped on. After saying hello, Betty went into action. No, she didn’t flash---yet! She seductively unbuttoned another button and moved about squeezing her arms to shove those nice boobs up and together even more. Dollie’s tube top was creeping down near her nipples. This man was staring at both women. Betty asked him if he liked what he saw or maybe if he was a tit lover. Whatever she said, it involved looking at boobs. Being a red blooded American he stammered he indeed liked looking at boobs. Seems to me Betty asked him if he’d like her and Dollie to flash him. The words aren’t clear, but I remember both women bared their boobies right there, as both the stranger and I stared.
---This worked well. In fact it was much safer than our way of flashing. After the first young man got off the elevator, and others got on and off, Betty and Dollie played this tit flashing game over and over, sometimes for several men . We’d switch elevators or walk a few flights of stairs in hopes we’d stay out of trouble and not meet the same people. They even played this game on the stairs, explaining to one or two men that they were in a contest or just wanting to experiment with flashing. Rarely did any man say no. Admittedly, Betty’s game plan was safer, yet not quite as exciting. We had lunch with Betty and continued this tit game at another tall building that Betty knew about, downtown. Must have spent the entire afternoon with Betty. I remember swapping phone numbers, but we never contacted Betty or heard from her again. Lost her number.
---Over the years, we met many women who we trained to tit flash. Most were in bars, different events, or while camping. All others in elevators were those one-time flash and leave games. And of those, we were actually flashed by women in return for seeing Dollie flashing.
--- We taught Betty to tit flash, but Betty taught us a safer new way of doing it. We spent many years simply asking guys if they’d like to see Dollie’s titties, as the elevator went up or down. By wearing tops that revealed all or most of Dollie’s boobies, she already had their attention. And, we knew our subjects, at least knew they weren’t cops in uniform, kids, or women. And, most of all, they wanted to see Dollie's tits!

There are many more elevator games but they are similar and boring after awhile. I'll try to find another topic to add that will embarasse Dollie.

Simple Tattoos and Piercings
 

Here is our little story. TATTOOED OR NOT TATTOOED ? That is the Question

-------- Once upon a time, long long ago, there was a little girl named Dollie. Born and raised in the backwoods of Minnesota, she remained an innocent flower. Moved with her parents as a teen to the land called Illinois,
---As fate would have it, she fell in love with a young virgin boy named Denny….later known as Model T. Little Dollie soon lost her flower! Few people had tattoos in the Midwest years ago. Those were mostly bikers, service men, and people who wanted to look wild and mean. Even at most bike events and biker hangouts bikers were mostly covered in clothing. Tattoos didn’t show.
--- MsDollie grew up and eventually followed her Prince Charming to a new land after retiring. That land was named after a flower, and was rumored to be rich with virgin maidens in thongs, lakes filled with hungry fish, and fresh fruit hanging from every tree. The sun was said to shine everyday and the weather be warm and pleasant.
---They lied! In this new land, called La Florida, our happy couple began going to more and more bike events and hanging out in biker bars. Tattoos and partially clad men and women were abundant. The Prince was loving this new life. They weren’t virgins and they weren’t maidens. But topless and nearly neekid women did abound in this land.
---MsDollie was dreaming of a few tattoos of her own. Many moons rose and set before she was able to swoon and sweet talk her Prince, who by this time had become a King. Dunno, it just happened. With an enormous castle and an abundant amount of land, MsDollie, now Queen Dollie, and her King frolicked naked ore their vast holdings. (A mobile home on five acres) Nearly sixteen sunsets had passed. Still Queen Dollie’s fair skin was tattoo-less.
---They weren’t getting any younger. So the wise King saw fit to let his aging Queen partake of a few small tattoos. By happenstance, the old wise King met several ink wizards on his magic box with a monitor. Becoming friends, it was decided someday he and his Queen would travel Southward beyond many other Kingdoms, to one known for large mice and damsels, to allow his lovely lady to receive a few tiny tattoos.
---Plans were made and we went to see two of the nicest people you could meet, their two little girls, and Uncle Joe. They welcomed us into their home like old friends. In April 2010 MsDollie got a small butterfly on an ankle, a pair of birdies above her left breast, a red rose on a butt cheek, and a wreath of tiny flowers around her pierced bellybutton.
---This was not to be, according to the mighty King, Model T, ruler of all his land. But, MsDollie has her ways of flirting, flaunting, and teasing her Majesty the King to have her wishes come true. However, the King put his foot down and said “there will be no more! Any man who comes near you with a needle and ink will be beheaded!”
--- But low and behold, the King was enjoying the pranks and exhibitionism that followed as his Queen. MsDollie, bared many body parts to display her tattoos. It seems that others with tattoos are also proud to display their body art, no matter where it is…. or where they are. A bonus to the perverted King who has been known to love breasts and other female body parts. Also a bonus because his wild Queen could now show her boobs more freely, using body art as the reason. Places like Burger Joints, Big Box Stores, Flea Markets, and the local filling station, are but a few locations rarely before available for showing breasts in their entirety.
---As a turn of fate, some of MsDollie’s tattoos had faded, but not her love for the King. Again she begged. whined, and pouted. So plans were made to get her ink redone and another small tattoo. The King, in his many years of learning about sex and games, had a kinky plan. Reasoning that if having a tattoo on one breast to publicly display has been so much fun, surely another upon the opposite breast would be double the fun. And, the wise King had noticed, when Queen Dollie showed the pair of birdies upon her left breast, most, if not all, of her nipple was also exposed. Oh, to show nipples in public. What a turn-on for all.
---King Model T spoke sharply and with authority, “you may get another tattoo. But it must be a hummingbird right next to the right nipple“….. After a pause and much thought,….. “and a pair of honeybees over your pubic area.” MsDollie, beaming with love and anticipation, agreed. Little did she know the great King of the Boonies, in the land called La Florida, was only kidding about the honeybees in such a personal and erotic location of the Queen’s body. For everyone knows that a great grandmother would never display such a tattoo to others. Therefore, no reason to go through the pain and embarrassment of getting it.
---But, lo and behold, this King and Queen are no ordinary couple. MsDollie now planned and scheduled to have her favorite tattoo artist apply his skills in adding the hummingbird upon her right boob….This time toward the inner cleavage area so it will show more often while clothed. And a few honeybees in such a private area that most frown and speak in disbelief just to discuss it. One bee was to be over her shaved pubic spot. An area which had only a small amount of blonde fuzz anyway. The other farther up near where her bikini tan line was when she was a beach bunny staying tanned.
---Dollie trusted Prince Chuck and was comfortable around him and his family. Over the phone, and emails, Dollie teased Prince Chuck about him having to shave her fuzz off. First he refused. Then began thinking this would be kinky. But Dollie was only teasing. She was shaved and ready for those bee tats when we finally arrived way down South again below the large castle.
---To receive all of these tattoos would not involve extreme nudity. MsDollie could simply slip her blouse down exposing the left upper breast to recolor those two birds. Likewise, only the right side of her blouse could be slid discretely down to receive the life size hummingbird. As for those honeybees hovering in her pubic area, MsDollie could wear a skirt and panties, exposing only her freshly shaved pubic zone.
---Oh yes, this is what most ladies would do. But MsDollie is not a lady and does not do what most other women do. Partially because of many years of training by her King and Master, partially because she loves being a kinky exhibitionist, and unpredictable. Many meters to the North, at the King’s castle, MsDollie prepared for her chariot ride (Dodge pick-up truck) a great distance to the south of another castle, Disney World, for her long awaited artwork.
---Remaining a sex symbol to locals and friends, and to live up to her image to the artist, MsDollie wore only a low cut thin blouse and a very short mini-skirt. The weather was not typical La Florida weather, as we had been told many moons before. As we left the warmth of our castle, the temperature was in the 20’s, and the wind blowing merrily up Dollie’s very short pantiless skirt.
---After awhile, the heater was doing it’s job. Also the bright sun shown through the windshield as we ventured both East and South. We were able to remove our Northern type attire and be cozy. I was soon down to my T-shirt and jeans. MsDollie pulled the ruffled mini up, revealing her soon-to-be tattooed pubic area. ( I was still only joking about this) She slipped her small white breasts out of her low blouse, letting the sun warm them, giving them a faint pink color.
---As we entered and traveled down the multi-laned interstate highway, I passed many large eighteen wheeled chariats. Drivers began noticing MsDollie’s boldness. Many waved, honked, and smiled. I believe MsDollie was spreading warmth among strangers as we traveled south to our destination. Little things such as this add excitement to our lives, and lives of others. It is also an aid in preparations for other games. Sort of four play on the roadway.
---We arrived around noonish and were greeted as old friends. To our surprise, there was another young male staying at the house now. Three grown men, and Dollie nearly naked, there to get intimate tattoos! Everyone there loved MsDollie’s choice of clothing. Actually expected it, knowing her from other encounters on internet and in person.
---Even the three large dogs had to take a peek under Dollie’s skirt and do their dog sniffin thing. Dollie giggled, saying their noses were cold and wet, as each dog sniffed and rubbed with their large black noses. At least Chuck or none of the other guys did that. Well, not that I noticed!
--- As I’ve often written, we are who we say we are. Nuthin more. Hopefully nuthin less. After a short visit, it was off to the private room for the ink work. The artist got things ready. To do his ink work, Prince Chuck used a simple small recliner with small low wooden arms. Without hesitating, MsDollie removed her blouse to get the breast artwork done. This is when I suggested doing all of the recolor work on the older tattoos first.
--- The first pair of booby birds was redone and look much brighter and detailed. The rose on her butt was still bright and like new. The butterfly on her ankle became infected, took a long time to heal, and is only a partial outline of black ink. It was left alone.
---Rather than do the new bird on her right breast, next Chuck was to first redo the wreath on Dollie’s belly. To have her bellybutton wreath re-colored, it was a simple matter of slipping her mini skirt down enough to expose her middle section. For most women, that would be the choice.
---MsDollie did it her way. She slipped the mini skirt off and tossed it to me, smiling with an ornery look. This was no surprise. We discussed this day many times. We agreed she would do whatever she wanted. She wanted to act kinky like she does among other special friends. So, at this time, Dollie was now totally naked. The chair was now laid back flat and she smiled as the artist re-colored her bellybutton wreath….. In fact, Dollie smiled, laughed, and talked during all but a few moments which came during later tattoos. Dollie felt no pain or discomfort till then.
--- I didn't take pictures before. But this time asked permission to take a few. I shot many intimate and close-up pictures as Chuck performed his skills. Dollie showed off by spreading her legs a time or two, as Chuck applied the bee carbons, and during recoloring her belly button wreath. Her lips only spread slightly, as Chuck and I both looked and laughed.
---Time for a break. Yes, Dollie put her clothes on after the breast and belly ink work. There were kids and other adults in the house. After going outside for a short cigarette break for the artist, pee break for Dollie, and just a break for me, it was back to work. While outside the cold wind blew Dollie's skirt above her cheeks..... and above her pussy, as we stood in the front yard! All three men noticed Dollie was bald and ready for her tattoos. Mentioning how cool and breezy it was standing out front, it was back for more ink.
---Surprisingly, tattoo artwork is just that, art. During the entire three hour session, Dollie’s nudity was the only sexual part of it. Yes, the artist loved her openness and exhibitionism. There was talk of how, in the beginning, he had to learn to stop staring at women, and concentrate on his work. Today Chuck had difficulty concentrating! Dollie was given many compliments on being reasonably firm and not looking like many older women.
---Sadly, the house was so cold Dollie had to eventually cover parts of her body during the next sessions to keep from shivering. Stepping outside in the cold breeze to visit as the tat artist took more smoke breaks didn’t help either. This was in Central Florida… I think!
---The re-colored tats turned out better than before. The new hummingbird sample was exactly what we wanted. I'd emailed several different designs of birds and bees. The honeybees became a bonus. Yes, my joke of honeybees above Dollie’s honey pot were no longer a joke to Dollie. She had shaved her fuzz and was prepared to get a few bee tats.
---I do believe our artist was enjoying doing the ink work on MsDollie. My plans of two, maybe three bees, became almost six! After much discussion, we eliminated one in a very intimate lower area. Mostly because we were told it would be rubbed, causing slow healing. Also it would most likely hurt very badly. In fact Dollie was warned that all five bees that Chuck applied as carbons may be more painful than she can stand.
---Just for fun, the artist did place a carbon of a sixth bee between her lip and leg crotch to see how it would look. Dollie spread her legs wide and told him to go for that tattoo. We told her NO WAY ! This was one of the few times when Dollie actually showed IT ! And IT was sealed up like a prune, only spreading slightly to reveal a little pink! Removing that one carbon, Chuck then started at the bottom, with the tattoos which may hurt the most, and worked up.
---Getting the outlines on the two lowest was causing MsDollie pain. She was told to ask to stop for a break anytime. Also if it was too much, he would skip the other lower bees. She stuck with it like a trouper and now has five small lifelike honeybees leaving her honey pot. Oh my! Dollie’s only regret was not getting that sixth honeybee tattoo.
---Our tattoo artist was leaving to move North. They already had a moving van half loaded and were going to be on the road that evening. He stayed only to do MsDollie’s ink work. What a nice person. When all finished, we went back out front where the other two men were loading the moving van. When they asked about her new tats, Dollie showed them the birds and bees right there in the front yard while the young girls were still inside. They were all between the moving van and the house. Ink wasn't dry and Dollie was already showin them off! I see years of fun ahead!
---Dollie still wanted a sixth bee below the last one at far lower right of photo. (Her left) Yep, met them right on a bike site. Be honest. Be yourself and you just never know what great friends you will make. Just don’t meet a total stranger alone in a dark alley.
---When I began having health problems, I moved and deleted many personal pictures and info. I got rid of most of those spread lipped tattoo pictures taken while they were being done. Sure wish I had those "in progress" pictures.

Simple Tattoos and piercings Continued
 

__________________MONSTER

---Here is a little tattoo story that happened right in our own living room. A thin older woman came knocking at our door. We hadn't seen her in over three years and didn't remember her right away. Mother of one of our sons' male friend. Said she was thinkin about us and remembered how cool we are. She had a fuss over Dollie and said we both looked younger and thinner than she remembered. I was already lovin this woman!
-------I'll call her Sandy. Sandy snuggled up next to Dollie, putting her face against Dollie's. "Look", she said "Dollie looks ten years younger than me." When in fact Sandy is ten years younger than Dollie. Sandy wore a tight white short sleaved sweater and tight jeans. Almost no titties pokin out and a tiny ass. Yet lookin sort of sexy in her skinny way. Sandy's biggest fault is her very wrinkled facial skin. But who cares?
--- As we went inside, Dollie brought us iced tea. I sat at my computer chair in the living room and the two women on the nearby sofa. We talked about health and life in general. We really didn't know this woman except for a few brief meetings those three long years ago. But seemed to hit it off rather well. My back was to my monitor. The screensaver was up and switching from one photo sized picture to another in a random fashion, overlapping. Have nearly 200 photos on my screensaver. Most are reasonably decent. Most are of Dollie in vacation and car/bike photos.
---Up came a few of Dollie in the Florida Keys in bikinis, in front of campground signs, at New Orleans, bike event shots, etc. I didn't realize Sandy was watching the monitor as we talked. She kept mentioning how hot Dollie looked and that she didn't know we were bikers. She mentioned to Dollie we needed a big ole biker living with us to protect us. Damned Dollie said "yea, to be my lover." This and a few of Dollie's tattoos barely peekin out of some bikini top photos changed the subject. Sandy was really likin our way of life now. Of course, I turned and was now telling Sandy where each picture had been taken, as it came up.
---Tattoos were mentioned several more times. Out of nowhere Sandy said "I have a monster on my pussy." Sandy had been sitting 15-20 feet from me. As I said something cleaver like...."a what where?".... Sandy stood directly in front of me and asked "wanna see my monster?" Okay I'll admit some guys are gonna say NO! But I ain't one of them.
---- As Sandy unbuttoned her tight eans and began to pull them and her panties down, she confessed...."it ain't really a monster, it's the word MONSTER in my pussy hair". Good enough for me, as she lowered her jeans and Dollie walked up beside me to check it out too. How'd Sandy know Dollie wouldn't be pissed?
------ There it was, a blurry blue tat of what appeared to us as a row of small pyrimids in Sandy's dark brown fuzz. No word MONSTER that we could read, even though I did my best to inspect it closely. Sadly the tat was still above Sandy's pussy and she hadn't pulled her jeans down that far.
---- Now, up till this time all Dollie had told Sandy about were her two tattoos of birds on her boobs and the butt rose. For a change, Dollie kept quiet about her honeybees on her honeypot. But now it was time to brag and show. When Dollie asked Sandy if she'd like to see those five honeybees Sandy was like a schoolboy getting his first peek at boobs. --------- Dollie forgets that two of her honeybees are down next to her pussy, one beside it slightly. She never pulls her jeans down far enough.
---Sandy mentioned she saw only three bees, as I also reminded Dollie they were not all showing. Unlike Sandy being able to show her MONSTER without actually showing her c*nt, Dollie would have to expose her pussy to expose those other two honeybee tattoos. Our plan when getting them in the first place.
Sandy loved Dollie's five bee tats and her pussy. Yes, she said so! Even though it remains tightly closed, the thing is in full view when showing those tattoos. It still bothers Dollie when other women comment about her pussy. I needed to see more to make this fair. I told Sandy she was gonna have to show us her pussy now, to be even. Now remember, someone we really hardly knew and I'm asking her to show us her c*nt right there in our living room. Sandy coulda said NO! But she seemed to be just as ornery as us. After all, a woman with MONSTER in her pubic fuzz can't be an angel! ----------
---As Sandy pulled her jeans and panties farther down, exposing a tightly sealed little pussy, she commented " you are the first man to see this thing in over 40 years. I gave up on men when I got a divorce." I told Sandy that was terrible. Such a nice thing going to waste. Sandy giggled and said she really wanted sex but all the men she knows would want to move in with her then. I spoke without thinking....something I often do......"I'd have sex with you and I already have a home." Sandy said "that sounds like a good idea someday. But what would Dollie think?" I can't remember exactly. But Dollie said something like "well at least he'd leave my pussy alone awhile and you wouldn't be the only other woman he screws."
---Dollie showed Sandy her tittie tats and her belly button wreath, plus her butt rose. Sandy thought we were wild, kinky, and cool, the words she also used when we first met that day. Said she'd think about the offer for sex because she really does miss it. Sandy said she was gonna stop in more often to look at some of our pictures and here our stories. Gave us her phone number and address. -
--- I'm thinkin that pussy should be used before too long. Fourty years is way to long to wait. Yes, Dollie and I have discussed it. Our next 54 years may be just as wild as the first were.

DRESS UP SURPRISE-----Another series FIRST THE INTRO
 

These games probably began in late 50's, making Dollie around 20. Illinois Beach State Park, above Chicago, and just over the State Line in Wisconsin, seemed to be our training grounds. It was the place she wore her first real bikini. A candy stripped string thing from Frederic’s-of-Hollywood. Same top she still wears today!
--- Lots of crowded beaches, lots of semi private areas to experiment, and lots of strangers. But the games soon carried over to everywhere we camped, fished, and rode our bikes.

--- In the dark ages in the Mid-West, gals didn’t expose a lot of butt cheek or belly buttons. So, Dollie usually wore the medium size bikini bottoms which revealed only minimal cheek, most places. With her breasts, she needed large cups. But often wore mediums. Small sizes barely covered her nipples and the centers of her boobs. Also, our favorite tops were the triangle style held together with narrow straps or strings. Even then, as now, she often slides the cups together making the cups even smaller. These in any size, could be adjusted to expose more center, or cleavage, and more side flesh. Early on, women never exposed the sides of their boobs. Ya gotta remember, in the 50’s thru 70’s bikinis were not the normal swimming attire where we lived.
------ We spent much time walking secluded beaches and wooded trails while Dollie went topless. Often got caught by other hikers. Thanks to me, Dollie was already used to flashing and showing a lot of tit in blouses and halter tops. Earlier training at local Strip Clubs made her comfortable wearing tittie poppin tops. Still, getting used to large crowds staring on public beaches took time. I’d often get her to adjust her tops and bottoms to show more skin, especially when sunbathing. There were times when I convinced Dollie to unhook the narrow top back straps to prevent tan lines while laying on her tummy. As did many other gals, she often turned over, or raised up, forgetting her top was not fastened.
---Yea, I had ways of getting Dollie to raise up on her elbows at just the right times on a crowded beach. Kinda makes ya wonder if those other gals were raisin up, showin boobs accidentally, or on purpose! I never really cared… as long as they were showin!
--- One morning, before going for a walk through the large campground and to the beach, I picked out that red-white candy stripped bikini with tiny triangle top, begging Dollie to put it on. I was even nice enough to make sure the top neck strap was nice and comfortable…. Read loose. The top cups were little more than Xena Warrior end covers, yet covered her smaller boobs way more than now. For the first time Dollie was showing a nice piece of ass meat also. No amount of tugging and pulling would cover her cheeks. Finally, she was wearing a real magazine type flesh flauntin bikini. In the movies, we always saw those California beach bunnies cavorting around in tiny bikinis. Not normal in the Mid-West. Although there often seemed to be those one or two hot chicks that attracted all of the attention. Dollie was the hit of the beach that day.
---After the initial embarrassment, whistles, and stares, she began enjoying her new look. After that afternoon, Dollie was wearing skimpy bikini tops and bottoms often. Ironically, it seemed other gals were also, as time passed. Thank you California beach babes and TV. For over 50 years Dollie wore those tiny bikini tops, often with hot pants, mini skirts, even jeans, to places other than beaches. It just wasn’t practical or legal wearing bikini bottoms everywhere.
---For my turns at dress up surprises bikini style, I’d choose unusual places to shock and surprise Dollie and the public. We hit the yard sales, flea markets, used car lots, walks around quaint little tourist towns, even looking at homes or RV's for sale. Pair a tiny bikini top, adjusted very skinny, with a micro-mini skirt, minus panties, and you had a sexy wild outfit to tease and show off. Especially attention getting sliding in and out of sports cars like our Austin Healey Sprite, climbing stairs, and bending over….! Believe me, a gal with nice hooters wearing a too tiny bikini, in Wisconsin, in July, at a yard sale, trying on a black leather jacket and matching chaps attracts a bit of attention. Need I mention bargain prices too? Snapped those up in a N.Y. minute.
-------Even here in Florida she got good buys. Would you give $50 for a red Ostrich skin jacket and matching kid gloves from a Flea Mkt.? It stood out like a red flag, hanging among many rusty, greasy old car parts. Now that I look back, perhaps it was the clothing bargains that got Dollie to play games. Who was using whom? Gotta love a woman who buys clothes at bargain prices and makes em last 50 years!
----Somehow, someway, we both became exhibitionists while still in our teens. I suppose it was because we discovered that showin skin was a turn on for us… and for others. Used to be embarrassing to mention. Now who cares? Many games actually started by accident and because of voyeurs, those people who hide out to peek. We noticed that flashing any body part, normally illegal, attracted others. But many were too bashful to openly look. Therefore we learned to make flashing appear accidental.
---Many games were created so people could be secret voyeurs. Still, we knew they were watching. Over many years, you seem to sense it and we were shocked ourselves at where we eventually discovered voyeurs. Believe me, you never seem to be alone!
---Try this, you’ll see! First openly show your boobies in public by going topless or pulling those puppies out directly in front of people. Watch how most will avoid you, turn their heads, or walk away. (Keep in mind these are not Bike Events I’m talkin about. Bikers will stare at anything, anytime, anyplace.) Some time accidentally bend or move in a way that your titties are exposed as much as before. Maybe let a strap slip down, or a few buttons pop accidentally. (Yes you have to do it manually) Most will now look longer. Do it again, where someone is under protection of some cover…. bushes, buildings, behind a car, etc. Now they will watch until you leave or they know you see them watching. Even during those other skin showing games, many will find someplace to secretly watch. And yes, some of us will stare at any tit, anytime, anyplace. While others are shy. Humans are a strange lot!
---By now you see this really is a game of skill, with much training, time, and planning involved. Not for the meek or faint of heart. Yes, Bikers appreciate good tittie shots. Bike Rallies are fun and easier to find targets. But it’s too easy and expected of you gals. The hunt, the surprise, the shock value is gone. Okay, it’s still fun lookin and showin titties!
---I do occasionally still pick bikini surprise days. But Dollie was wearing them so skimpy after awhile, I really didn’t need to surprise her with bikini wearing games anymore. Thinking back, it became difficult to remember who’s idea it was to wear that special tit showing top. In fact, it was I who often begged Dollie to cover a bit more boob flesh. All that was left was choosing places to embarrass or shock her and others.
---This was not a wild tale of sex and unusual games. It was written to lead up to more games in future stories. Mostly to put ideas into the heads of young ornery couples wanting to spice up their lives. No matter what your shape, what the size of your breasts, your age, live on the wild side now and then. Believe me, those body parts will not fall off or wear out by exposing them to others now and then. That happens with age.
As we learned, life can throw you a curve any time. Stay in the game and play hard while you still can.

DRESS UP SURPRISE---OUR BEGINNING IN A NUTSHELL
 

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#1(.)(.)Tit Showin Tops(.)


#2 Tit Touchin Games (.)(.)
#3 THINGS DEVELOPED
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#1(.)(.)Tit Showin Tops(.) I had been looking at girlie magazines and watching TV more. Seeing semi clad pretty girls turned me on even more since I had actually been seeing and fondling a girl. I began buying Dollie mini skirts, low blouses, halter tops, and even a few bikinis. The catch was, she had to wait until daddy was gone to work to wear them. And be sure he was in bed when she got home.
--- Found out her mother was a wild and sexy thing herself. She liked seeing Dollie all dressed up like a model. You won’t believe the stories about mommy and the rest of Dollie’s family. They could fill a closet. After seeing how boys, and men, loved seeing Dollie dressed that way we both wanted her to wear even more revealing clothing. I’d cut and reshape clothes and Dollie would sew them up. I’d coax her to adjust tops and skirts to expose more of her boobs and butt. I began adjusting her straps so a tit would accidentally slip out as she walked, bent, or moved about. This embarrassed Dollie at first. But the attention and compliments soon got her to agree more and more to wear less, show more. This designing clothes was as new to me as it was to Dollie.
---Most of the time I was really testing her to see how much she would actually show. I was experimenting and Dollie was a good student. I immediately got sneaky and wild. When I cut a blouse or skirt, readjusted a strap or lowered buttons, she’d try the items on. Dollie didn’t realize I was then folding hems and lengthening straps to reveal even more than when she tried the clothing on. Often she noticed after wearing something. I’d convince her that it was the way she wanted it. Or she would wear it anyway with my encouragement.
---Our games had begun, even though we didn’t know it. They continued for our first year dating. A boob would slip out, or her bare cheeks would show, while out walking along a river or in a park. Still, it wasn’t really a game. I didn’t have a camera and we were just having fun.
---After we married, we began camping weekends. I wanted a camera to take souvenir pictures of scenic things and places where we camped. But what really created our sexy picture games were proving to my brother, his girlfriend, and a few other friends that Dollie really did dress like they sometimes saw her in revealing clothing. They just didn’t believe she’d dress like that in public or I’d let her do it! I began having her stand near statues, signs, historic buildings, and anything that proved we were in public places. Still no bare titties. Our tit showing got more advanced.
---Dollie bent over a water fountain to get a drink. A boob slipped out and I got a picture of it. At this same time, a few other young people saw what happened. The looks on their faces and comments turned us on. We repeated this several other times, waiting for a stranger to appear at just the right time. Each time I took a few pictures with my little 110 film camera. Had trouble getting photo labs to develop the color film. So began using black and white. Yes, all repeat. but helps set the stage for things to cum.
--- It was after that first real accident with Dollie’s tit slipping out for a picture that showing boobs for pictures became our hobby. This was the real beginning of our life-long infatuation for tittie pictures and our 50+ years playing booby games. Again those same people couldn’t believe Dollie would show her boobs in public. We’d give them proof! But, even then, our first public tittie pictures may have been in public, but no one saw Dollie’s tits. We’d take our pictures when and where no one was around.
---When our friends began wondering why other people weren’t in the pictures, we got even sneakier. I positioned Dollie so strangers were in the background. Still we often talked about how kinky it was actually getting caught taking tittie pictures or just having them exposed. Soon we were actually planning and playing our first real booby games. Dollie got pissed because I’d plan a “getting caught” tittie game and we’d waste a lot of time ’getting caught’ at the right time for a few pictures. So we both agreed we’d just let her dress wild and show her stuff whenever we decided to. If someone was near, we’d have a photo shoot by signs or other things to get us caught accidentally. This ended up being much more fun.
--- By the time that first summer was over we had many rolls of undeveloped film and nowhere to take it. Where do we take those tittie films for developing? My dad and his friend both were doing photos for years with black and white film only. I asked about learning. Bought an old film enlarger machine and all of the supplies and dad and his buddy taught me how to make my own black and white pictures. Of course, we only supplied decent scenic film rolls for this learning process.
---Then, I set up my own dark room and developed our booby pictures. I did this for years with black and white photos. But I was also using colored film and scenery of any kind looks much better in color. Again no place to have them developed.
--- In time I was taking booby pictures with strangers near. Some saw what we were doing, some didn’t. Each time people watched they seemed to enjoy watching, many making nice comments and encouragement. Eventually we’d talk strangers into standing next to Dollie as I took topless pictures of her. This became so much fun, half of our souvenir pictures were with other people…mostly men.
---Years passed and we were getting used to these booby photo shoots, with and without strangers watching or posing beside Dollie. Back then the first cheap Polaroid cameras were out. We had several of those. But film packs held only ten photos and usually one or two didn’t come out. This was expensive and awkward to handle while hiking. It wasn’t practical to carry more than a few extra film packs on trails or at the beach.
---Often strangers would not pose with Dollie because we were using public photo studios for developing. By using the Polaroid cameras hardly anyone refused.footballer pictures
-#2 Tit Touchin Games (.)(.)
---We discovered a nude beach area in a State Park we’d gone to for many years. We’d walked naked past this dunes area many times in the past, and during this recent two week vacation. Always had a feeling we were being watched. But never realized that just beyond those small sand hills were hollowed out “blow-outs” where nudists spent afternoons in reasonable privacy. Most were locals and had an understanding that each had his or her own place. Rarely were there more than one or two people in each blow-out hole. A few couples. But mostly one or two nude men sunbathing and reading. We only found this out when a couple of guys stood up to watch Dollie and I walking naked along the beach.
---The waves of Lake Michigan are sometimes strong and large. A sand bank about four feet high was formed beyond the beach at the tree and shrub line. This is where we often sunbathed so we could put our cooler and food in a small shaded area beneath a bush or small tree. Beyond this were the small natural sand dunes.
We often walked along a few trails near the southern park border, near a small short river so knew the dunes were there. Had no idea this area was a well known illegal nude beach.
---Illegal but known by park rangers and county police. There was an agreement that the nudists would police themselves and no one was to expose himself to children or families. Since most were locals, they did a good job. We didn’t cover up but we felt creepy as we hurried on along the edge of Lake Michigan the roughly 1/2 mile area of dunes where most of those cupped out sand holes contained male nudists. Reminded us of ground hogs raising up to take a look at us, then disappearing behind the small dune.
---Somehow word of mouth circulated and many had to take a peek as we walked by. Probably happened for years and we had no idea. Found out the few female nudists or couples remained alpng the narrow beach in secluded or little used areas. Very few women were seen by us in those blow-outs. Most that we saw anyplace put on swimsuits or covered with towels as anyone came near, including us.
---Likewise we always did the same when approaching others on the secluded sections of beach. With my encouragement, Dollie often remained topless. I’ve always been kinky and known for daring Dollie to do things. We spent several hours well beyond the State Park southern border swimming and sunbathing alone. I often mentioned it would be cool to get pictures of Dollie naked next to a few of those nude men. The more we talked about this the more she thought it was a great idea too. My fondling her boobs and fucking her in the sand may have had something to doing with her being hot and ready to pose with naked strangers!
---We went back to our RV, not stopping to see if anyone was still behind those small sand dunes. We talked more about this posing thing and made plans to go back the next morning. Dollie agreed that if some of those young nudists were there she’d pose with them. But would not take off her bottom. At this time, no other man touched grown up Dollie’s tits or saw her totally naked. I really never expected her to take it all off. Since she sometimes got pissed at me for forcing her to do kinky things, I told Dollie that it would be her who walked up and asked the men to pose with her topless. Without hesitation, Dollie agreed. Yet, we were not actually there face to face yet!
--- Next morning Dollie put on her tiniest string bikini. The red and white candy striped one I’d bought through Frederic’s-of-Hollywood in 1957. Couldn’t buy clothes like that in Peoria, Illinois. She still wears the top to this day! Can’t find the bottom. As soon as we got away from the main beach area where many swimmers and sunbathers were we both undressed. I removed my tiny bikini bottom. Dollie removed her tiny top. I put them both in the small bag we carried with a few sodas and snacks. I was amazed that Dollie still was willing to do this…and do the asking. She’d already been posing topless with strangers for years. But not naked strangers!
---We wandered around the tops of the first sand dunes till we saw a young man, naked as a Jaybird, sunbathing. He was about our age, mid-twenties. This was gonna be awkward. But soon after Dollie explained what we wanted he said yes, only if I used the Polaroid camera. See, I expected that. Of course I lied. I explained that we’ve been doing this for years. We take tittie pictures of Dollie with strangers and trade them with other boob game friends who do the same. This seemed to convince our young friend that it may be fun. He was already getting his eyes full staring at Dollie’s boobs. Our new partner got an immediate erection as Dollie walked up next to him. I always had one when nude in public.
---As he stood next to Dollie he tried to hide his face behind her, and rub his hard cock on Dollie’s bare ass cheeks at the same time. This is where Dollie shocked me…and our photo partner. As he moved about trying to keep his face from view and attempting to not look too awkward, he asked us “ where should I put my hands?” Dollie, without hesitation said “anyplace you’d like!” Yea right!!!!!!
---Our first ever naked booby picture partner reached around Dollie and held both tits as I tried to take a few Polaroid pictures. I couldn’t hold the camera still! As I steadied myself, waiting for a few clouds to pass, he worked her nipples and fondled Dollie’s titties. They were both loving this, by the giggles and smiles. I was loving it too.
Boobs Gifsanimated smileysBut I could not hold that damned camera still enough to take pictures! After I ruined a few Polaroid photos, I suggested using my 110 camera. I assured our partner that we had a special friend who does all of our film developing and no one else would see the pictures except our other booby friends. At this time he'd have agreed with anything! All of this time our tittie friend was working Dollie’s titties nonstop. He spent a lot of time pulling, rubbing, and pinching her erect nipples. Speaking of erect, he was also rubbing his hard cock all over Dollie’s bare cheeks.
---Our first tit holding partner and what a time we had. Seems like we spent an hour or more with that first partner. After I finally was able to steady the film camera fairly well, I couldn’t help but see how much fun Dollie was having. I love making her happy. So I would make excuses to make our photo shoots last longer. I’d pretend to focus the camera, wait for clouds to pass, have them move slightly into other positions, even have our partner move his hands for supposedly better photos.
---We made so much noise that other naked men, from farther away, had been standing over the blow-out hole watching. This made getting them each to pose for more hands-on photos easy. After that, we just wandered down through the sand dunes, asking other naked men to pose with Dollie for pictures. Not all held her boobs. Not all would pose. But very few said no if I agreed to us the Polaroid camera.
These other photo shoots were done much faster so we could get as many nudists as we could that day.
---To this day, we can’t remember how many guys held Dollie’s titties for pictures on that first booby photo shoot day. Only a few fondled them. Most simply held her tits while I took photos. Everyone was very polite and thanked us. We went back to the dunes nearly every afternoon for most of our two week vacation. Only a few times did we take more pictures with any of the same men. I lied again to them . Told them that the film didn’t come out and we needed a retake. Yes, the first young man was one of those retakes. He was just as gentle and playful as the first time. In fact, he told us about his wife, family and why he comes there to sunbath.
---It was from those booby posing nudists that we found out more about the nude beach and why it was safe. Since I knew Dollie loved playing with my cock I was surprised she never touched any of those bare pricks beside and rubbing her ass or hips. I told her it was okay with me and encouraged her to hold them and masturbate any she wanted to. Her excuses were she was afraid it may lead to other things. She was probably right.
--- From that very first time of getting pictures with strangers fondling Dollie’s titties, to the present, we’ve never had a bad experience. Only once did we do something really stupid. I will tell about the two Black gay men near that river at the end of the dunes, at a later time. We were stupid for doing this. But another happy ending.
Yes, our first tittie partners would pose with Dollie if I used the Polaroid camera, but not a film camera. So I carried both. The Polaroid was for tittie poses with strangers. After that first day of nudist photo shoots, I got used to having others fondle Dollie’s titties as I took pictures. To this day, I still often get nervous and shake the camera. For many years it was the 110 film camera, then a 35mm camera, for regular photos. Still, when I ran out of Polaroid film many times, young men gladly posed when I used a film camera. It was simple, stand holding Dollie’s titties while I take some pictures or we’ll find someone else who will!
#3 THINGS DEVELOPEDWhere would we go to get the film developed? This seemed like a problem. But having undeveloped tittie film was better than no film at all, I figured. We had tried taking our booby film along with regular vacation films for developing. We were using Drug Stores where they did their own film developing or sent it to large studios. Some of Dollie’s female friends would develop anything. But occasionally someone else working there saw what they called indecent pictures and either deleted the tit pictures or made them come out black. Same with sending the film out. This would not do. We were missing a lot of pictures this way.
---Dollie had also been taking regular color film to a small film studio for developing for years. She accidentally took a few rolls with her tittie pictures to the studio. The young man working with his father, the owner, developed and printed those pictures with Dollie’s bare boobs. He loved them and agreed to do all of our tittie pictures secretly half price.This worked out great for years.
---Pictures began including other people in the background, then men standing next to Dollie, and finally those men holding her boobs. Of course, this turned-on the young photo lab guy and he offered to pose with Dollie too. He began asking her to have me take even more daring pictures. He’d mentioned porn. She was already wearing very short skirts, hot pants, and bikini bottoms in some of our vacation pictures and tittie pictures. Never took any totally nude photos but we were feeling more at ease having this young man developing our booby photos. So at least we had someplace to go.
---Then we read a local newspaper story about our photo lab. Seems the young man was selling sexy girlie pictures to dirty magazines. Other women found out and reported him. Two cop friends stopped at our house and showed us some magazines with pictures of Dollie, photos, and film of ours they had picked up when they raided the studio. The film lab was closed down and our photo friend went to jail. Now most of the cops in town knew Dollie by name. Two friends were cops and one a deputy sheriff. Our secrets were out.
--- By luck colored Polaroid cameras and film were now out, as well as those very large video cameras. Dollie finally found a local film studio where a few girlfriends worked. They now developed all of our colored film rolls. With the new system they didn’t even have to look at the pictures or film. Normally they only spot checked now and then to make sure the pictures came out. Sometimes the girls did check ours because they knew what we were photographing. Whatever came out we gladly paid for. After moving, by luck, she also found a few gals here in Florida to continue developing our 35mm film at a drug store.
---None of these problems exist today with digital cameras and compact movie cameras. Anyone can make pornographic photos or porn movies….and they do! All we wanted were booby pictures!
What a great thing these modern cameras would have been 50 years ago.

This is the same bikini top Dollie wore from the eary 60's on. The tiny bottom was stolen years ago.

Dressing up for the STRIP CLUB TEASE
 

STRIP CLUB TEASE
---There were many wh*r* Houses and Strip Clubs in Peoria, Ill. and nearby small towns. I had heard about them for years. Thanks to older friends, (over 21) I discovered what happened in those Houses of ill repute after meeting Dollie. Thank goodness she trained me well.
--- Prostitutes didn’t seem to worry about minors, as long as they they had the cash to play. It helped that I worked with the nephew of Richard Pryor, who worked at his Grandmother’s House. Now Granny had two houses, a home and a house for “working girls“. I never actually visited at Granny’s home place. Truthfully, I made very few visits to play with Prostitutes. I had more than I could handle at home.
---For you young whipper-snappers, Richard Pryor was among the first Black modern comedians to make it big time on TV, then movies. Yep, he also started his acts in Strip Clubs in Peoria. Remember the old saying? “If it plays in Peoria, it’ll play anywhere.” To most people, his acts were rather raunchy. But with a little cleaning up, he made it big time on TV shows.
Enough about history. As soon as I turned 21, I had to check out the Strip Clubs. Yes, I tried before. But I still had that baby face look and could never get past the bouncers. But, I was now a professional ladies man . At least I thought so.
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---We agreed before getting married that we would keep no secrets. The wh*r*house thing took several tries to explain. But as long as I was takin care of business at home, I got by with it. Surprisingly, Dollie was fascinated about the Strip Club scene. Especially when a few girlfriends of hers often told about their husbands going to see the dancing girls on weekends. I had to make a deal….I could go if I took Dollie with me now and then. How was I supposed to know she’d love watching girls strip and guys slobber and toss money at them? Since she was makin rules, I made a few of my own. If you’re going to go to a Strip Club, you have to dress like a Stripper. Again, how was I gonna know she’d love it?
---After slowly getting Dollie used to wearing more revealing blouses, halter tops, hot pants, mini skirts, and bikinis in public, dressing to tease at tittie bars came easy. After all, those Clubs were dark, Bar Maids and Strippers were all but naked, and men were in a happy generous mood. Seems as though whenever I was takin a leak or visiting a friend, men were sitting with Dollie, buying her drinks, and making offers I’m glad she refused. Hell men bought me drinks too, just to sit with us at those tiny tables. It always took a lot of convincing to get some of them to realize she was not a Stripper or Hooker. We both took these as compliments. Dollie did a great job of dressing for our nights out at the Tittie Bars. There were so many joints, we could almost go to a different one every weekend all Winter. Summers were for goin camping.
---What made this arrangement so nice was that not many people remembered us and the dancing girls never seemed to stay at a Club long. Each night was a new experience for everyone, us included. This was one reason men thought Dollie was one of the girls. Dressing like them and teasing may have helped too! As in all of our games over the years, every man was polite, gentle, and friendly. None were pushy, insulting, or offensive. Today is sure a different scene, yet we've never had problems.
--- Again, we hit the Tittie Bars off and on for many years so have many stories. I will try to write a few about evenings totally different. Of course, I got my own perks and special attention from some of the Dancing Gals who became our friends. A few years into going to strip clubs, a friend of ours began dating a girl who decided she wanted to be a stripper. Money was short and they figured the extra cash would come in handy. Oddly Nancy was flat chested and I didn't think she had the body for it. Skinny, no boobs, and not all that sexy lookin. But Nancy could dance and work the pole! We saw her dance many times and she seemed to do well with the customers and tips.
---This is probably when we learned something about strippers in general. Those who are not hookers are expected to be. Many are on drugs and will do nearly anything for money. For these reasons Rich made Nancy quit her dancing job. Since then, we've met many professional strippers who are neither wh*r*s, lesbians, or druggies. But the bad image and temptation is always there.
Years ago, Dollie and I considered her learning to dance and becoming a stripper. She did take belly dancing and was rather good. She could have made more in one nite than I made in a week.

The Adventures of Joe Whuzzit Dressed up then surprised
 

-----An all new series- --The Adventures of Joe Whuzzit

Dressed up then surprised


A new Partner was Found
---This story gets long and will be in several parts. It’s how we met Joe Whuzzit, and how he became our first dress-up surprise partner. I’m always adding notes. So here goes. As written before, I change names and locations for obvious reasons. This story may, or may not, have taken place where mentioned. And Joe, could be Joe, but definitely not Whuzzit. Our games have always involved trust and honesty. Without either, many games would not have happened as they did.

---After retiring to Florida we decided we didn’t need to license and insure our motor home plus a tow car since we now lived in the country near a large Game Preserve. We felt as if we were camping everyday. There are many springs, State, Federal, and County Parks nearby, as is the Gulf of Mexico. We were happy taking short drives to enjoy our new retirement land. For extended car shows, we stayed in motels anyway. The rest of the time our ole Chevy van became our camper. After six years or so, we had the yearning to get an RV again. After all, while camping was when we played many of our games. We left the old motor home sitting in the yard and bought a small RV travel trailer.
---Someway we were able to leave our young adopted son for a week and get away alone. Something we hadn’t done in awhile. We headed aimlessly toward a strange land called Georgia, North of our piece of sand in Florida. At the time, we belonged to a membership camping club so chose a campground not far off I- 95 in this new land. On the way to the campground, we spotted a few neat lookin old bars and a biker clubhouse. Something to check out after setting up camp, we figured. So our adventure began, by accident, as often happens. Perhaps here I should mention it was July. It was very hot .
--- Dollie put on her sl*tty bar hoppin clothes later that evening and off we went to play. Her clothing of choice was a micro-mini, thong, and a low slung blouse. Pretty daring and sexy for a retired old gal. However she was showin her age by adding the thongie thingie for modesty.
---We love old rustic bars and restaurants, so looked forward to mostly just looking them over. First one had a couple of bikes near the entrance. Only a few locals inside. We’ve learned from the past, not all of these places approve of strangers wandering in. But, we’ve never encountered a real problem. Been asked to leave a few. Left some on our own because of uncomfortable looks and vibes. But, for the most part, we’ve found people, especially bikers, friendly, and curious to check us out.
---This was the case that entire weekend in all places we visited. Some places multiple times. I suppose Dollie’s attire had something to do with this. I don’t like to brag, but we seem to be likeable people. Seem to make friends and small talk immediately. Usually has to do with tits and asses, as it did this weekend.We hadn’t noticed the faded signs outside, but found out the first bar was also a tiny strip club. Or tittie bar, as the locals called it. Dollie fit right in with the working girls.
---As back in Illinois at the bars, Dollie often got free drinks. Since she couldn’t drink them all, I was always kind enough to help. We are both cheap and easy to please. Bottle beer made in the USA suits us well. After the usual guys hittin on Dollie and flirting thing, an older man in a suit asked to sit with us. He became friendly and often hinted that Dollie go on stage when the other gals took breaks. He told us she didn’t have to strip totally. Just tease the guests.
---We all know that crowds get unruly when Strippers don’t strip. And I knew Dollie doesn’t get on a stage, or in a crowd, and not at least bare her boobies! A few beers, and seeing the same skinny young girls doing their bump and grind, it was time to head elsewhere before Dollie accepted the invitation to show off. After all, we were going to be in this area for a week. Why not keep the natives in suspense awhile.
---The next small bar was only a few miles away. This time we both noticed the Strip Club and dancing girls signs. Mostly because some of them were blinking neon signs. Pretty much a repeat of the first joint. However a few of these Strippers were very well endowed. Little on the chubby side, but real women. Not some barely legal kids. I spent more time mesmerized by swinging pasties and jiggling boobs than who was flirting with Dollie. I’m not even sure when Mr. well-dressed-slick-talker from the other Club showed up. Lucky I noticed just about when he had Dollie convinced to get on stage and shake her booty. I believe it was when she giggled and stood up that I saw the dude standin there with his arm around her.
--- Again, a few beers, small talk, and we were outta there. Thinkin back, it was usually me encouraging Dollie to flash. Musta gotten mellow in my retirement. There was yet another small bar somewhere along our original route to the campground. But I didn’t see it that evening. We ended up in the small town where the bike Clubhouse was. It was Friday night and there were a lot of motorcycles parked out front. Also from experience, strangers do not wander into biker clubhouses uninvited. Rumor has it, people have disappeared from earth this way!
---I passed by and stopped at a small Mom-n-Pop diner. Happened to be several bikes outside and several biker couples inside the place. The men had jeans and only vests on. The few gals were dressed in tiny tops and hot pants. I believe one gal was wearing only a vest for a top. Wasn’t covering much of her large jugs, from what I recollect. Seem to remember important things like that! My kind of biker babes! I was lookin at all the eye candy, trying not to stare. These were big boys! They were lookin at Dollie, not caring that I knew it. Again, seemed like old friends in a short time.
---They told us the food was good here, but save your cash. They were only there to pick up the waitress who was one of their girlfriend’s . Follow us to their clubhouse for BBQ chicken and cold beer, on the house! Yep, we were invited! And with those big hairy dudes, how could we refuse? We were treated like King and Queen. Waited on hand and foot. Treated super and invited back. Then came the shocker. From the back room came Mr. smooth talkin from the two Strip joints. Almost like he was following us! Again, he shook my hand, hugged Dollie and was very polite. One thing led to nuther, and we told him where we were staying for the weekend. Sometime after a belly full of fried chicken and one too many beers, the mystery man disappeared. It was late. We had a good time and met some great bikers. Time to find our way back to camp.
I’d sworn there was a small RV similar to ours in the next campsite. Now there was this humongous multi-dollar motor coach. Beyond a motor home! A mansion on wheels! The way our heads were spinnin, we weren’t even sure we were in the right campground, or the right RV, so just sort of forgot about it and went to bed.

OUR NEW DRESS UP SURPRISE PARTNER and review of early dress up games.
 

OUR NEW DRESS UP SURPRISE PARTNER and review of early dress up games.


OUR DRESS UP SURPRISE HISTORY, again.
---Way back when we first began camping and playing games I was getting Dollie to wear revealing clothes then taking her places to surprise people, and her. This soon progressed to our strip club adventures, mostly in Peoria, at first.
---The surprise games were played in many ways. I would have Dollie wear a low cut top and usually a mini dress or skirt. I’d have her put on a sweater or coat to hide what she was wearing.
#1 We’d go into a strip club or bar, she’d remove her jacket and check it in at the coat check station.
#2 I'd let her out to go into a club as I parked. This way others would think Dollie was alone. Usually one or two guys would be hitting on her already.
#3 I’d park and go inside as Dollie sat in the car. Then she would join me. All fun ways to shock and surprise the crowd and her.
---It was also her turn to surprise me often. She’d wear something revealing and put on a coat. Then she’d chose one of the above plans. The element of surprise always seemed more fun than just walking in together.
--- Now fast-forward to after 2000, retired in 1994. We were more experienced and daring by now. We had a few dress up surprise partners since retiring to Florida. They were our two regular booby game partners. For the most part only Dale took advantage of having Dollie wear revealing clothes to go out to bike events and bars other times. It was always fun. But really much like Dollie probably would have worn anyway.
---BP rarely left his motel. Never with us. Sometimes he’d have Dollie wear something he chose that she had laying around the room. BP took Dollie to visit his regular steady renters sitting outside their rooms. Basically out of work drunks. BP would fondle Dollie’s bare titties and even get her to bend over to pick up a can of beer now and then. This was after the Daleshot became popular.
---This story continues while camping in the lower east corner of Georgia one hot summer.
---We woke early, around noonish, after a late nite out drinking more than usual. I slipped into only a pair of short shorts and wandered outside with a hot cup of coffee to wait for breakfast-brunch-lunch. At that time Dollie was in her birthday suit. I had no more than sat at the nearby picnic table next to our RV when the guy from the large fancy motor coach said good morning and walked over to visit. I was shocked. It was the same dude from those two strip clubs who had been wearing a suit. At this time he was wearing shorts and a tank top. Introduced himself. All I remembered then was Joe. Joe was friendly. For some reason the main topic of discussion was titties---- strippers’ titties and Dollie’s titties. Much of this is fuzzy, as it was that morning. I do remember the discussion turned to dressing young women in sexy clothing and taking them out to surprise them and other people. Joe said he was married but, in his business, he could easily get young girls to go along with his fantasies.
--- Of course, playing dress up surprise was also one of my fantasies. We’d been playing it almost from the beginning in Illinois, as kids. And recently added others to help play the games. Loving boobs, fantasy games, and other common interests, Joe and I soon felt like old friends. Also sort of fuzzy, Joe soon became our next dress up surprise partner. All of this while Dollie slaved over a hot RV stove inside. Seeing we had company, Dollie slipped into something. Most likely shorts and a halter top or tankie top. I only remember it was cheek showin and booby revealing. Joe mentioned that. Invited Joe for breakfast-lunch and informed Dollie we had a new dress up surprise partner. Joe was likeable. Dollie liked the idea.
---During breakfast conversation Joe asked about our plans for the day. We were kinda thinking maybe a ride to the ocean and some time in the sun. That meant bikinis, picnic lunch, and long walks. Maybe booby games and photos. Joe liked the plan and asked to join. Not exactly in our plans. We love our alone times on the beach. But what the hell. Dollie and I agreed. Joe also decided this would be an ideal time for him to start being in charge of Dollie’s getting dressed. Surprise! Joe asked Dollie to bring out all of her bathing suits. As always, she had a bunch! She laid them on the picnic table, after cleaning up our meal messes. Joe quickly shuffled them around, picking out the tiniest bikini top and bottom he could find. (Nuther note) Dollie had bought a large amount of mixed bikinis at a Daytona hurricane clearance sale for like 50 cents and $1 each piece. She’d bought some way too small.
---Of course, being much like me, Joe chose the tiniest triangle string top he could find. Bottom didn’t match but was equally too tiny! Gave our word. New partner. New friend. New dress up game. After all, we were going to a secluded ocean beach, right? So Dollie and I went inside to get ready for our surprise afternoon with a total stranger.
---Dollie’s top barely covered her tittie tips. Meat was exposed on sides, top, and bottom of her boobs. The bottom didn’t hide her ass cheeks or last few inches of upper butt crack. I wore a bikini also. Joe wore a Speedo. We all put on shorts and T-shirts and were ready for our Saturday afternoon dress up surprise. Actually, for Dollie, it was no longer a surprise. But even I got a surprise!
---Joe suggested we use his car rather than my large Chevy van. We hadn’t seen a car at the next campsite. As we walked around the large motor home, there it was. A larger than life silver Mercedes sedan. Bigger than a Lincoln. Dark brown leather and Burl wood interior. “You drive”, Joe told me. I’d never been in a Mercedes except for one time in an older Gullwing coupe. Biggest car I’d driven were older Buicks and Oldsmobile’s. Hell yes, I’ll drive!
---Then it got a little kinky and scary. Joe opened a rear door and let Dollie in. He then slipped in beside her! I adjusted the rearview mirror and watched Joe all the way to the ocean. An hour, give or take. Joe rubbed Dollie’s titties and legs, as he commented on her lookin hot. Other than that he was a gentleman. With his directions, I was soon parking in a small lot along a highway, next to the ocean. Large endless beach with many people. It was a Saturday afternoon. Still have no idea where we were that day.
---Removed our shirts and shorts, Joe took a large camera type bag from the trunk, and we headed for an uncrowded piece of beach. On the way, Joe had bragged about being an amateur photographer. I sorta expected a photo session at the beach. It was. We helped Joe set up a few of those reflector things and a couple of cameras on tripods. The photographing began.
--- I guess other bathers thought Joe and Dollie were professionals. A crowd gathered. Might have had something to do with Joe soon removing Dollie’s tiny top and adjusting her bottom to different levels of exposure. Thought sure he was gonna remove her bottom or ask Dollie to. That wasn’t in our surprise, yet we hadn’t really mentioned body parts other than boobs. Aside from pulling her bottom down close to her pussy and taking a few of those Coppertone ass shots, Dollie’s bikini bottom remained on.
---Then the Cops! We weren’t far from some small highway and parking lot. Apparently those two policemen were concerned about the growing crowd on the beach. Dollie was politely asked to put her top back on. She was also informed her swimsuit wasn’t really legal for this public beach. Joe took over. He and the cops walked toward the parking lot talking. Have no idea what happened but the police car left and Joe came back to do some more topless picture taking with Dollie. I’ve said it before---money talks. Maybe not cash. But just having it seems to help.
---I believe we stopped at a few other scenic areas along the beach and Joe got a few more photos. Then it was back to the campground. As I drove back, Joe fondled Dollie’s boobs this time. He also made plans for another dress up surprise for the next day, Sunday.
It was gonna be a relaxing fun weekend with no real plans. Now a total stranger was makin our plans for kinky dress up games. Sounded like a good plan!

Getting Sophisticated with Joe
 

Getting Sophisticated with Joe

---Still Saturday afternoon, Joe directed me to other smaller, semi-secluded beach areas where he did other photo shoots, as only a few beach goers watched. He adjusted Dollie’s top several times, showing just hints of nipples, but never exposed her boobs completely. Then he asked to go back to the campground. By then it was nearly Saturday evening. Joe told us he was taking us out to eat lunch and an evening meal, tomorrow, Sunday. Just relax till he got Dollie’s wardrobe ready. We ate a light supper that evening and walked around the campground, talking about how well this fantasy game actually worked out according to plans.
---Sunday morning, a big silver Mercedes and a Ford pulled up and two men in suits delivered three packages to our RV. They instructed Dollie to open the top package first and wear what was in it. I should wear what was in the package they handed me. On return from lunch she would change to the clothing in her second package. Damned, this was really gonna be a dress-up surprise…. for both of us. Both men left in the Ford.
---In the first package, was a skin tight thin black mini-dress. Nothing more. To be sure Dollie wore nothing else, enclosed instructions stated no panties or bra. Plus a note saying be ready at 1PM Sunday. Dollie slipped into the dress and looked hot. But, she had to pull and tug to get the mini-dress below her butt cheeks….. and other things. It had short sleeves and covered her shoulders but was scooped low, revealing much cleavage.
---I ended up in a damned suit and tie! Both of us were worried about that overly revealing tiny dress. However, we just assumed we’d be going back to one of those little tittie bars. We could handle that. We remained inside the RV till Joe, in a suit, knocked at the RV door and said it’s lunch time. He had me drive the Mercedes as he and Dollie sat in the back seat. Yes, I spent more time lookin back than watchin where I was going. But, Joe remained the gentleman. Following Joe’s directions, we ended up at very swanky hotel with a nice restaurant. I was to pull under the entrance and let a parking attendant move the Mercedes. A doorman opened the rear door, as Dollie, then Joe slid out. I was standing next to the rear door as it happened. Dollie’s already too short mini-dress slid up above her ass, revealing her spread legs and spread pussy as she ungracefully stepped out. Joe smiled at Dollie, me, then the doorman, winking and handing him a wad of money. The doorman thanked Joe, calling him Mr. Whuzzit. Dollie was noticeably embarrassed but kept her cool, pulling that mini back down. Joe Whuzzit took her hand as we walked inside. You’d think we were entering with a celebrity, the attention Dollie got. This seemed to ease the previous embarrassment.
---Throughout the meal, Dollie tugged at that dress to attempt to cover her cheeks and keep her boobs from falling completely out. It became a standoff. The more she pulled to cover her ass, the more her boobs rolled out. She received a lot of attention from the diners, waiters and entire staff. To us, the Golden Corral or Ponderosa is fine dining. Usually a BBQ joint, small diner, or fast food joint is okay. That afternoon was a great experience and Dollie admitted worth the embarrassments which came with it.
--- Oh yes, the doorman was there to assist Dollie getting back into the Mercedes, with the same free show, and more. This time she took her time and actually teased him, as she entered and sat in the car. What a dress-up surprise that was! But it wasn’t yet night time. Where would we go for the evening meal and what would Joe have for Dollie to wear this time?

Dress up Surprise----Sophisticated, my Ass!!!
 

Sophisticated, my Ass!!!
---Damned, why wasn’t I born filthy rich instead of just filthy? Back at the campground, big ole Mercedes parked next to our Chevy van and small RV trailer, Joe gives us some basic instructions for Sunday evening and thanked us for being good sports. Musta been around 5PM (?) or so by then. Basically, we were to relax till around eightish, me put on the suit and tie again, Dollie put on what’s in box number three. Simple! Well, we couldn’t relax. We were both still in shock, amazed, and horny! After all, I’d never driven a Mercedes before now!
---Did I ever mention, after our games, we had the most wonderful sex? And we did it again nearly every time we talked about games like this. See, there are lots of pluses!!!! Curiosity got the best of us both. Around six or so Dollie ripped open her next clothing box. Another black micro-mini dress! As short as before. But this one was looser fitting and wide at the bottom. The top had tiny spaghetti straps and plunged almost to her waist. Again, it was a toss up whether Dollie covered her ass and pussy, or her nipples. Pulling it down left too little material at the top. But she couldn’t be seen in public with everything else exposed!
---She did the only right thing. Dollie marched next door wearing that tiny piece of black cloth and demanded Joe choose something else. Mr. Joe Whuzzit, being in charge of what Dollie wears, and where, calmly insisted “that’s what I picked out. That’s what you will wear tonight. You made the rules, now follow them,” he told her! Joe was our very first real surprise clothing partner---and taking it beyond my expectations.
---Joe was right and if he thought we could get away with Dollie wearing that little thing in public, we were going to follow our rules. Dollie mentioned about getting arrested. Joe told her not to worry! Remember, money talked before. Of course, we were both worried about where we were going to eat this time.. and about getting arrested for sure. After all, it was Dollie dressed this way, not Joe! ;
---I was uncomfortable with this situation. I wanted to just forget it. Dollie was b*tchin and moanin---- tuggin and pulling on that dress. It’s a wonder she didn’t tear it, or at least pull those tiny straps off. Yet, we were both turned on and curious where we would go for Dinner dressed like that. After all, Joe knew, and it must be okay if he was willing to try it. Besides, I would get to drive the Mercedes again!:D
---We often got nervous planning and getting ready for other games. But this time, we were going crazy with anticipation. Damned this was going to be kinky! Around eight that evening we were standing outside our RV waiting. Soon Joe came out and asked if we were ready to play. I’m not sure what our answers were. But we jumped into the Mercedes and headed to a bigger city nearby, me playing chauffeur. Joe playing with tits! I was driving MsDollie!
---What a surprise when Joe directed me into an exclusive private Country Club. I was sort of relieved when I began thinking---PRIVATE CLUB. Private, to me, meant it’s like home, ya can do anything you want. Still, it’s a public place, so the worries were renewed in my head. Again, I pulled up for the grand entrance, met by a valet'. He called Mr. Whuzzit by name, as I again hurried around to watch my lovely lady gracefully depart the chariot.
---As a doorman opened the rear door, Dollie slid out of the Mercedes. Another took her hand to help her out. Even though this dress was full at the bottom, it slipped up to her waist as Dollie slid across the leather seat and stepped out. Both men got a full beaver-shot. Also, both titties floated out of the top of that piece of black cloth called a dress, as those straps slipped down her shoulders. Basically Dollie was naked right there at the Country Club. I wasn’t yet sure why, but there were several old men standing there, as if waiting for us to arrive. Found out later, this was preplanned.
---Dollie was Mr. Whuzzit’s toy, on display for a bunch of rich old geezers. They greeted Joe, then us, as if we were someone important. When in fact, we were just being used for the sexual enjoyment of a bunch of wealthy men. Damned, money talks! The night had just begun. The dining room was elegant. It was also crowded with old couples---and old men with young nieces and secretaries! Many gals dressed as revealing as Dollie. I was introduced as Joe’s friend. Dollie as his companion.
---Joe ordered for all of us. Things we couldn’t pronounce or figure what it was. Most was delicious. Again, Dollie fought with her dress, trying to stay reasonably covered. Again, a loosing battle.We could hear the snide remarks from some of the blue haired old ladies. Then it happened. A group of managers and security guards came to the table, insisting we leave. One covered Dollie’s bare boobies with a napkin. Apparently they hadn’t noticed who we were with. Joe was pissed. He told the guard to remove the napkin and get the hell away and leave us alone. Soon these men were apologizing to us!. Joe walked away from the table with the group, chewing them all out in a loud voice. A few guests got up and left, as Joe sat down and apologized to us. We spent a few hours eating and visiting friends of Joe’s.
--- Dollie got many compliments. Again, we were embarrassed and yet surprised. I had heard one old guy asking Joe if Dollie worked for him and Joe quickly changing the subject. Found out later what that was all about. Yep, money talks! Another beaver show, as Dollie climbed back into the waiting Mercedes to leave. Several Country Club officials and the two doormen where there to see Dollie off! And I do mean see!
---By this time she’d already accidentally showed her c*nt to several old farts in the Club. Her boobs and ass to many more. And basically she was free to show whatever she wanted to whomever looked. Needless to say, Dollie was in a very ornery horny mood by then! I believe she actually pulled her dress up to her waist when re-entering the car. Her legs were wide apart. She also stayed that way after the rear door was closed. A few important looking, and acting, members of the Club leaned into the back window, thanking Dollie, inviting her back anytime!
--- This may sound like a fairy tale, or exaggeration. As far as we both remember, this was how it happened. We met Joe several more times over the years and played other dress up surprise games with him.
---I decided to add this part before this story ends. Next morning was Monday. Well next afternoon was Monday for us! Dollie packaged up all the clothing and was about to return them to Joe. The Mercedes and Joe Whuzzit were gone!
--- We just sort of hung around camp, relaxing and wondering what the hell had happened that weekend. Sometime Monday afternoon, the Ford with the same two men showed up at Joe’s campsite. Both men explained that Joe was very sorry but was called out of the Country on business. They said Joe had other game plans scheduled that were less wild. Dollie handed the men those packages, as they admitted they were at the biker clubhouse when we were there the first time. We were invited to stop at the clubhouse anytime. Then they left with the Ford and the motor home.
---We had a lot of unanswered questions to find out about this new friend Joe Whuzzit! We’d be visiting the Clubhouse soon. The answers surprised even us! :eek: