[ModelT-MsDollie]

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.