[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

__________________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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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Three stories in one...

#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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-----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.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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?

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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!
---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!