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Car Flashing #2
This is where I was gonna begin until I got sidetracked adding history. And yet again I can’t resist adding more trivia.
Again going back to our very first tit games while cruising around in my 1949 Dodge coupe. The car was dark maroon with wide white wall tires and loud exhaust. I’d removed the hood ornament, trunk latch, etc, and shaved the door handles. Those parts were in maroonish primer. I not only loved boobs I loved custom cars and this was my first of both. Not a bad looking car and sort of outstanding to be fooling around in other towns in broad daylight.
I was 17, Dollie 15, two horny young dumb kids looking for cheap thrills. Already Dollie was riding around topless or with her perky titties hanging out of her tops. And yes, those tops get smaller over time. Up till we met she wore what I fondly called granny or hillbilly clothes. Cheap sloppy things daddy picked up at the auction barn for the girls to share. Between me and Dollie we were slowly creating a modern wardrobe by buying things at a few more adult oriented shops, yard sales, and modifying others. Of course she’d change for school and to go home. Yet gradually her school clothes and regular clothes became nicer and as revealing as mommy would put up with. Actually mommy was loving Dollie’s new looks and encouraging her to show more of her cute little ass. Daddy rarely saw his daughter wearing sexy clothes until after we married. Of course I was often accused of turning his daughter into a wh--re. He didn’t have a clue that the older daughter and his wife were really wh--res.
Dollie was also learning how to make regular knee length skirts look like mini skirts so she could pull them down when going home. The bad part of all of this was other kids at school and around town were now hitting on Dollie and noticing her boobs in her tight blouses. I was getting jealous and worried. Could I actually be in love?
Hell I didn’t have a clue what love was even though Dollie was always telling me she loved me. Even long after we were married I wasn’t sure. I was fucking her girlfriends, showing her pussy and tits to others, and begging her to let others fuck her. I don’t think that was love! I was sure though that I was in lust with her!

So here we were one Saturday afternoon just riding around. Dollie had her top down to her waist, lookin good with her skirt pulled up to her crotch. The big city was only 15-20 miles from our town and we’d ride over there often. At that time we could cross the river and take the two lane or take the other two lane highway to the little town where most of my dad’s family was from, then cross the river. There weren’t any multi-laned highways where we lived. Hell most two lane roads were narrow, winding, and dark at night.
Ya gotta remember gas was like 25 cents a gallon and my car got such a good mileage people back then didn’t even think about gas. We’d drive in circles and never spend more than a few dollars to fill up.
I’d notice a few truckers and men in other cars looking in the windows at Dollie from time to time. Most often I didn’t tell her worried she may cover up. Over in the big city she did pull her blouse up when we got down town in traffic lights. I understood that because of all of the tall buildings and crowded sidewalks. I decided I had to do something to get her top back down. I first took a ride through the decent sized park, asking her to go ahead and pull those titties back out so I can glance over now and then. She did.
Soon I was riding around in local areas with small homes and people out in the yards and on sidewalks. Again a few teenaged boys and middle aged men got a glimpse of tittie. This we knew because some yelled for us to come back and show them more.
I ended up in what was known as the black neighborhood. A group of kids were at the corner where I had to stop then turn. Again we heard voices. Sort of like this “Yo white girl lemme see them tits some more.” Yes we grew up in an all white town and this big city had a predominantly black area on the south end. Personally we never had problems with people of any color. To prove it I asked Dollie if she wanted to show those white tittes to that group of black boys. Don’t remember her exact words but I was going around the block to show at least half dozen teen aged black kids some white boobs.
Up until this time all of the other car flashes while riding around were slow moving passes which only allowed a quick peek. Still don’t know why but I wanted to make sure these kids saw white tits plain and clear.
Okay again, we were 17 and 15. Those kids were probably older than us, maybe 17 thru 20. We’ve never intentionally showed Dollie to anyone younger than us and after we aged tried to keep it above 21, 18 occasionally.
As I came around the corner the boys were yelling and standing at the edge of the curb at the next corner. They were ready. I remember Dollie turning fully toward the side window and telling me to slow down as I pass. Her giving me orders about flashing? Slow down hell. I told her to lock the door and smile. I stopped right next to those boys as they leaned on the car. I‘m thinking a few reached in and grabbed some white tit as they thanked us. I probably hadn’t stopped more than a minute but Dollie was yelling let’s go. Our hearts were pounding. It felt like an hour. I remember telling the kids to watch out as I pulled away.
This was the first of 1000’s of drive by and drive up and stop tit flash games. That one happened in the summer of 1956. Wanna hear the last time we did that?