FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS
FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS
--- Like many of my stories, I remember them while writing another. This time, as I wrote a gas station story for my Candid Camera Daleshot series, many stories of the past at gas stations flashed through my head. Actually they were gas station flashing games that I began remembering. They started out as simple tit flashing games while making fuel stops. As our Daleshots and other games got wilder, so did our gas station flashing games. After all, Dollie was usually wearing something revealing and probably had already flashed before stopping at a gas station.
----Back in our younger days, filling stations were full service. An attendant filled the tank, washed the windows, checked under the hood, etc. As I wrote in another story, Dollie found out from me about other women flashing me at the gas station where I worked part time. Even back then, she thought this sounded like fun.
----I will start out with the very first time I remember Dollie showing her tits at a gas station. Then I will jump to that Candid Camera story which reminded me of the other stories to come. You will soon see what began as an innocent accident became another wild game for over 50+ years.
----After jumping from that first brief story to the game played just a few days ago, I will randomly add more gas station games from the past. After all, I spent a lot of time filling vehicles, from a motorcycle, old cars, a motor home, and others. Cum along as we evolved.
VIRGIN DOLLIE----The Gas Station Accident
----Around home I usually filled my 1949 Dodge at the same Shell gas station I remember as a little kid. Mom and Dad went to the Shell station down the street from our house and got gas and oil from a redheaded guy named Frate. As little kids my brother and I watched the little colored balls bouncing inside the clear site window on the pumps. A railroad track was behind the small gas station. On the other side of the track was a Chrysler dealership. Next to it the hospital, the place I was hatched.
----Today you’d never know it. Even the tracks and the road are gone. The hospital expanded and covers the entire square block. Not sure when, but Frate has also been long gone. Still don’t know why they called him Frate or how it was spelled. (Freight?) As I age, I realize doing what we did and showing what we showed doesn’t really matter. Time erases everything.
----Sometime in 1956---Frate was the station owner and several guys in their 30’s-40’s worked there part time. They all knew me and my brother as the snot nosed kids in the back seat. I was now 17. I had my own very first car and my own very first girlfriend, 15 year old Dollie. We hadn’t dated too long. About as far as I’d gotten was having her pull her tits out and me fondling them. We both liked that. Liked it so much I’d play with them as we rode around.
----Pulled into Frate’s Shell station to get some gas in the Dodge. Mike, the young attendant, walked up as I was holding one of Dollie’s boobs and the other was exposed, shinin in the sunlight. Not sure who noticed first, me, Dollie, or Mike. We were both embarrassed, as Dollie slipped her boobs into her blouse. Mike laughed. Dollie looked upset. After we left Dollie mentioned Mike staring at her tits. I told her I was sorry. We began laughing about it and I eventually had her boobs out again, cruising through town. All games have toi start somewhere.
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