The real Introduction
WELCOME to our strange world as it's remained hidden in our immaginary closet for years.
My fetish has always been tits. (.)(.) Lucky for me Dollie has always had a nice set for me to enjoy. In a very short time while dating I realized that others seemed to enjoy Dollie's tits also. At the time she was only a teenager with her boobs hidden under sloppy country clothes. But now they were mine...all mine. It also didn't take either of us long to realize that her and I could still enjoy them, yet show and share them with others. Oh the joy of it all!
This boob thing wasn't new to Dollie. She was ****d several times and had her little titties molested almost daily by several farm hands during a summer long ago. Both her older sister and mother were basically wh*r*s dressing like it with their tits out for young boys and old men to fondle. Yet Dollie and her younger sister remained covered to the neck and weren't interested in boys.
Cum along for my introduction.
For a few years I actually kept a notebook of games, places, and descriptions of people who we played tit games with. After awhile it became confusing and impossible to keep score. But that was a good thing! Someplace I still have my original game plans and rules.
Yet another thing that ended up being a waste of time and only made the games confusing, was planning games and trying to make them happen. It took more time than actually playing the games as they just happened in real life. Dollie hated preplanned games too. I soon found out that games she refused to play when we discused them just seemed to happen and go well in public.
For instance, no way was she going to let strangers see her nipples. And never would anyone see her pussy or touch her tits. As we all know now, doing it is always much more fun than talking about it. I was often amazed when it was her who picked a kinky game and often began without me.
That very first time we started letting young men fondle her bare boobs for photos was in 1978 or 79, in her mid 30's. That was her idea! Sure, I'd talked and begged for years before it happened. But it was the right time, the right place, and the right partners there in the sand dunes of Lake Michigan in Illinois.
The very first polite clean-cut young nudist asked "where can I put my hands?" Dollie's simple answer "anyplace you want to!" I can't remember now how many young men we got quick boob holding photo shoots from that day, and the next few weeks, but it was a lot. What a great exerience. We both discovered that rarely can a man just hold a booby without fondling it!
This proved to be a bonus to everyone. Most of the time the random nudist stood behind Dollie while I took pictures with my old $20 Poloroid camera, point and shoot 110 film cameras, or 35MM camera.
Many attempted to hide their face. Each photo shoot took awhile to focus and adjust. A few simple photos often took over thirty minutes, depending on the fun. Passing clouds and getting just the right angle were important. Truthfully I could have always just pointed and shot. Watching the looks on Dollie's and the model's faces was worth waiting for.
---Of course this led to rubbing and pinching her nipples which was why Dollie was ready for the next photo shoot. Forgot, she was wearing either a bikini bottom or hot pants at the time.
As a bonus and unexpected by her at first, young studs with full erections rubbing on her butt cheeks and thighs added to her excitement. As much as I'd coax she never touched one of them. Dollie admitted she climaxed often and was enjoying the penis' rubbing her as much as being fondled.
One time together a 12" black erection and another 6" black one rubbed each butt cheek, inner and outer legs as the two of them worked on those tan titties and continued bragging about such a pretty white woman.
We're proud to say that many of most races, colors, and legal ages have fondled those boobs.
I'm giving away the stories.
I forgot the exact year but again north of Chicago while sunbathing nude along Lake Michigan I tricked Dollie into showing her pussy to strangers. Most likely in mid 70's.
We were far down the beach in a little used area. Not far in from the Lake is a raised dunes area with underbrush and small trees where we'd keep our supplies shaded and we'd sunbath out of view of anyone until they got near. At first we'd cover up. But later as others may be walking by topless or nude we got braver.
Dollie liked this way of sunbathing because people could see her yet could not really see her face up there laying flat. Most people were out for a walk down the beach to relax and get some sun. Near the Lake there are rocks making walking barefoot impossible for long. Further up the sand is soft which also makes walking tiresome. Right up near that approximately three foot raised bank at the scrub line the ground was almost like a firm path, making walking easy. That's where most people walked.
---My job was to watch both ways for hikers. Naturally I was ornery and didn't always cover up or warn Dollie in time if they were naked or showing skin. Note that we had weeds, bushes, and small trees on each side so we were also out of sight to passing hikers until they were right upon us at eyeball highth.
Yes, she got pissed when someone walked past and said hi. But rarely did anyone slow down or stop. I was gonna change that! Eventually I convinced Dollie to keep her legs spread. This went well as a few young men stared up her crotch as they passed. I believe a few stopped briefly to visit and stare.
---Things were going well according to my perverted mind. Next, I spread her pussy lips just before a young man passed us. I could hear a couple of those young guys talking about Dollie's pussy so knew they got a good look. Remember, this is a semi secluded long beach. Everyone who passes must return.
---Well, the guys who'd gotten a look at Dollie's tight pussy would look again. Oh yes. Those few who saw the pink spread hole also looked again. Two of them stopped to compliment Dollie on the nice view. Of course, her pussy wouldn't remain spread open long. One of them mentioned how they loved looking inside it. So, being a friendly sort of guy, I pulled Dollie's lips wide open as they stepped up closer to inspect it.
This happened the first time nearly 40 years ago so I don't recall how many young men got to look at and in Dollie's pussy. Sure, she was pissed. Later she reminded me of how pissed she was. But she always got over it.
---Once Dollie played any game and found out how enjoyable it was future games were just part of our daily routine. After many years it was as easy as taking photos with family and friends fully dressed.
Raising kids, work, normal life, and female surgeries, showing pussy soon stopped until after we retired and moved to Florida. Now Dollie said she was too old and no one would want to look. WRONG! We soon found out old guys love looking at pussy even more than young guys. After all, most old guys no longer get to see it. Wives don't normally show pussy and young girls think us old guys are too perverted to be looking at theirs.
--- It wasn't long before we were meeting a few of those nudist bikers several times a year. Dollie found out that when I had help begging her to get even kinkier, she eventually gave in. Yet no games happened overnight. Years of hinting, begging, tricking, before we got Dollie to as far as she goes today.
She's still a one man women when it comes to a few things. But she's been amazing for years playing games she said she'd never do! All of this and still a mother, grandmother, member of the PTO and Church, a good neighbor, member of the old car club and AARP.
This is just a quick explaination of how things happened. Only those who shared our games ever knew until I opened this CLOSET CLEANING group. And our wilder games were only played far from our town and usually out of state with people we'd most likely never see again. Even here in Florida very few of our special friends know where we live.
I'll admit we are perverts and maybe a little strange. But we've seen a lot wilder things happen and we've made many great memories and friends.
Embarrassing at times. Yet a lifetime of memories. It all started while camping many years ago.
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