[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

THE MAMMOGRAM

---Wednesday, March 30th, 2011 MsDollie had an appointment for a Mammogram in the nearby big city. A serious thing and no plans for any kind of fun and games. Loving those tight fittin sweaters she’d bought while on our recent camping trip, Dollie wore one of those and another pair of fancy tight fittin jeans. (Lord have mercy, baby’s got her blue jeans on.)
---This woman has clothes! Since she wasn’t sure about any other tests, Dollie wore a pair of bikini panties. Still no bra. Rarely she wears one. And only for extra push-up with certain tops. (Think Vickie’s Secret) Got to office an hour early. Had to gas up the gas drinkin truck and wasn’t sure where the doctor’s office was. She ended up getting right in for her test.
--- Dollie, like other women, loves compliments. Right off, two nurses questioned her being in the patient waiting room. They reviewed Dollie’s paperwork, noticing and mentioning a 70 year old woman being there. Both nurses, 50 years old, told Dollie she looked younger and in better shape than they were. What every older woman wants to hear! It got better. Nurses asked Dollie to remove her bra and sweater for the mammogram. Dollie said she wasn’t wearing any bra, as she removed her sweater. Dollie said they both said “Oh shit.” and complimented her about her large well shaped boobs.
---Of course, now Dollie’s tittie birdie tattoos were in full view also. The natural question when ya see a tattoo on anyone….”Ya got anymore?” Dollie told them where her tats were. Most often when she mentions her honeybees on her honey pot people are baffled. Even nurses! “What’s a honey pot?” they ask. Dollie showed all her tattoos to those two nurses and another who they asked to come in to look. All three women nurses said they had to go home and tell their husbands they learned what a honey pot is!
---This serious medical procedure turned into a kinky sex show. How many women, any age, can get a mammogram and have fun? Dollie did complain later that her titties hurt from being squished in the machine. We just hope the results are okay again. This little story continues. Since it was early and a large Mall is nearby, I suggested we walk through the Mall for exercise and to girl watch. I parked in an un-crowded safe place near the Sears store.
---Dollie was going to change into something sexy. Dollie loves showing her titties. But had nothing in the truck really low cut. For some reason she had removed all of her back-up sex clothes for our recent camping trip. We have a quad cab and had made room to haul two or three passengers whle camped.
---All she found was a flesh colored very shear blouse with some sort of pattern of tan colored small leaf like marks scattered over it. Up close or in sun and bright lights, her boobs showed like she was nude. But at a distance and low light only her nipples and tattoos were noticeable. Even then, to those who didn’t know it, this seemed like a color pattern on the blouse.
---This Mall is known for its dress code. This is a college town and young girls do get a little daring at times. Maybe some old ones too! We both figured that we’d just lie if security stopped her. We have met other women who wore transparent tops who didn’t even notice until getting in brighter lights. Playing dumb is a great back-up.
---We didn’t get in trouble. Didn’t even see any cops or security guards. Altho, we know there are leventy seven surveillance cameras around. Probably got her while changing in the parking lot. Did get lots of stares and great compliments again. Also the girl watching was productive. Mini skirts and high heals, lots of cleavage and some meat exposed from time to time. Gotta love those shopping Malls.
---It was about lunch time and I had eaten breakfast hours ago. Long Johns is not far away and we like some of their special platters. Dollie asked “should I change my top? It’s awfully bright in there.” I reminded her of the last time we stopped at that very Long Johns. She wore a very low cut top and had men moving closer to watch Dollie eat. We enjoyed that show so why not do it again? Yep, the employees, male and female, had a fit staring and talking after we ordered then moved to a table to eat. So did the noon time customers, who seemed to have problems eating. Taking people’s minds off their job and everyday worries. What could be wrong with that?
---Still feeling run down from a recent cold, we decided to head back toward home. A trip to a doctor for a mammogram became another fun day in the lives of two boob lovers at play. I reminded Dollie to restock her sex clothes in the truck for another day out. Ya never know when or where the urge may come. Remember what I always say….dress to play. That’s the only way it’s gonna happen.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

---PEOPLE WATCHIN WOES

-------------------We never get tired of people watchin or being watched by people. Admit it, you are a people watcher too.
---An afternoon ride and chance to check out a few quaint old timey taverns and shops reminded me of how our lives have changed. Recently we stopped at another small bar in a small town not far away. Love livin in NW Florida where small towns are everywhere. Small town bars and restaurants almost always seem to have friendly locals, and a few tourists, all willing to visit and be watched. Some may not appreciate being watched, or even know they are.
---MsDollie seems to frequently be among those being watched also. As the paparazzi say, when in public we are public domain. To be people watched one must do something outstanding, or in some way look outstanding. When looking for an apple in a bushel basket, it’s that one apple, redder, larger, or shaped differently than the rest, that you notice…. or even choose. I’m not saying Dollie is a rotten apple. Just one that often stands out.
---As digital cameras, small camcorders….and those ever present cell phones with cameras built in…… became more and more popular MsDollie began getting pissed off by their use. Wearing revealing clothing and flashing in the past has always been fun. And for the most part, simply something done just for the moment. Now those moments may live forever through the power of digital technology and computers.This can be both bad and good, whether you are a good or bad apple!
--- No longer can she, or you, flash in a secluded area, or nearly anywhere, without the chance of having it forever on record. With so many things like Facebook, Flickr, porn and motorcycle sites, etc. to post pictures, you may end up being viewed by grandma across town, or strangers in paradise…. even in Taiwan. OCC couldn't have happened several years ago. We were born too soon!
---Cum with me…. Come along as I give a few samples of Dollie’s dilemma, or Dollie’s woes, while out and about.
--- We weren’t far from home after 8-10 days of Bike Week Daytona a few years ago. Dollie was still wearing a very sexy revealing leather bustier and hot pants. Same thing she’d worn around 1000’s of people during the bike event. Didn’t seem to bother her then. Shouldn’t bother her now! We stopped in a fairly large grocery store to pick up milk, bread, and other supplies to tide us over till we could go shopping later that week. Neither of us even thought about what Dollie was wearing. She wasn’t all that different than a few other shoppers headed home from Bike Week. . Other than the fact none of them showed much more than a hint of cleavage.
---As we often do, we swapped event stories with some bikers as we wandered up and down the isles of the grocery store. As others often do, they made a fuss over what Dollie wore and her exposed mammary glands. This is where the shiny red apple syndrome kicked in. Talking, posing, acting kinky, all attracted the attention of other shoppers. Dollie was both doing things outstanding and looking outstanding in the crowd of basically fat sloppy dressed modern day grocery getters.
---Surprisingly people began making phone calls. I’m sure a few were actually calling others. But the angle most phones were being held seemed to hint of photography rather than talkin. Making it even more obvious, a few women had their kids standing behind or next to Dollie…..as they took pictures of the kids! Yea right!!!! At least that’s what they said when Dollie asked why they were taking her pictures without permission. Oh, she was pissed!
--- I had to remind her later that when dressed that way, she has to expect stares….and now spontaneous photo shoots. It’s progress. I also told her she should take these as compliments. But compliments are not what she gave them. Can’t believe that a few of those fat asses didn’t start a fight. Yes, they are most often fat ugly women looking like ex-boxers dressed like clowns. Am I politically correct?
---This happened many years ago. Dollie still gets upset when people sneak pictures with those cell phones. At least before they used real cameras. And usually people were nice enough to ask to take pictures. All she wants them to do is ask. Then she’d probably whip a tittie out for their photo. (.)
---These sneak cell phone photo shoots have been happening since we moved to Florida, over twenty years now. Dollie still gets pissed when people do it on the sly and then lie about it. As the world and technology have evolved, us humans have digressed, reverting more and more to the slime we came from. Now Dollie is beginning to look at these sneaky phone photo opportunities as another way to show off. Sometimes we even see them as people watching challenges, watching people watching…and photographing us.
--- The funniest parts are hearing the excuses and stories those amateur paparazzi tell. Most times it’s “ I was taking a picture of my kid, or statue, etc.” Or “I was calling a friend.” Ya see some of the oddest positions to hold phones when talking or calling someone. I believe you are normally supposed to hold it near your mouth and ear.
--- Bike Events, nude beaches, and biker bars were places we rarely saw cameras in the past. Moving to Florida and attending many bike events and biker bars, this changed. I believe mostly because with the new small digital cameras, taking pictures in dimly lighted bars, and on the street, got easier. Even I bought a digital camera and soon found out taking bar room babe photos could be fun.
--- I began this story mentioning stopping at a few small town taverns and restaurants just recently. I also mentioned Dollie seems to often stand out in a crowd.. of one or many. Something about that small-town tavern invited us to check it out. Perhaps I’d read about it someplace, someone told me of the place, or karma was calling. Dollie was wearing tight jeans and a slightly V-cut blouse. Nothing really outstanding.
---I believe what caught the attention of the few biker’s inside were Dollie’s boobs jiggling and shakin back and forth as she walked across the floor to sit at the bar. No bra and gravity cause this phenomena. It was howdy and hello by half dozen customers and one lovely lady barmaid.
---Everyone except the 40 something bartender was around our ages. Old! After getting our normal draft beer apiece, random conversation began. I have no idea what those guys were doing or talkin about before we got there. But things like the weather, motorcycles, tattoos, …and boobs were now discussed. The weather outside was a beautiful warm Florida afternoon. Motorcycles were parked just outside the door, one for each guy now sitting on bar stools. Both Dollie and I mentioned how we liked certain bikes and the silver trike sitting there.
----- The bar babe had a nice rack, push-up bra causing them to be emerging from her ruffled scooped blouse. Dollie’s were now peeking ever so slightly from the V of her V-necked top, as she leaned on the bar. As our bartender bent over and sat my glass of beer in front of me, I complimented her on her bodacious boobies. In unison, she and most of the six or so bikers likewise complimented Dollie on her endowment. Well, they said something like “nice tits.” This left only tattoos to discuss.
--- One of the observant bikers noticed a small part of one of Dollie’s tittie tats showing tween her cleavage. As he asked about it, Dollie began asking about their tattoos. Since all of the bikers, and the bar babe, had easy to see tattoos of their own, this became the new main topic of discussion. “What other tattoos do you have?” Dollie asked the gal behind the bar. The only tat we could see was a small Unicorn on the side of her neck. MsBartender pulled her blouse down carefully showing us a bit of tit and a rose upon the top part of said tit. Said she also has another rose on her left butt cheek. Dollie mentioned that she does too. At that time neither showed their butt roses.
---Tattoo talk buzzed back and forth. Several bikers opened their shirts showing us full back and chest tattoo work. Dollie got kinky. She knows of a few male friends with tattoos on their privates. She asked if any had some on their Pricks. None did….Or would at least admit they did.
---I told them how Dollie had wanted tattoos for 30 or 40 years and finally got a few last year. Also told how they never hurt her and she wants more. It was only a matter of time now. They all wanted to know what and where Dollie was tattooed. Of course, then they wanted to see for themselves. As bribery, or to get her drunk, a few more beers appeared in front of us. Little did anyone in there know, Dollie was going to show them her tattoos anyway. You knew that!
---Since her V-necked top was too tight to pull a tittie out the top, Dollie pulled her blouse up above her boobs, exposing both titties and both tittie tats. Almost in disbelief that this old woman was braless and had tattoos on her breasts, comments and compliments flowed like cheap wine.
---I’m almost sure none of these old dudes were doctors or tattoo artists. But they were all studying Dollie’s bird tattoos closely. At least I think those were what they were studying. I do recollect several comments about those large luscious breasts of hers and how firm they appeared. I also remember Dollie inviting them to go ahead and touch if they want. Yea…they wanted to! Started out innocently enough with a few rubbing her tattoos. Then her nipples. Then her entire breasts. Then squeezing, as if checking fruit to see if it’s fresh.
---Don’t remember how long this touchy feely continued. Dollie seemed to be enjoying it as much as those horny old biker dudes. May have been the first boobs they’ve actually seen bare and up close in years. May have been the first they’d felt in awhile too, by the way they thanked us both and fondled Dollie‘s boobs.
---But, this is supposed to be about cell phone cameras. During this game of tit feeling, one biker got a phone call. He told his friend over the phone what was happening at the tavern. Of course, as old farts do, his friend didn’t believe him . Thought the old coot was drunk or dreamin. He actually asked us if he could take a few pictures to prove he wasn’t wacko. Yes, he asked permission. Dollie and I both thought this was a rather kinky opportunity so didn’t hesitate to let his friend take some more pictures as he posed with Dollie.
---I do believe there is no one left in this world without a cell phone camera capable…except us! Ours is just a phone. And my two digital cameras were out in the truck. Most everyone in the bar asked and began taking tit pictures of Dollie. Nearly each biker had someone else take pictures as he posed and fondled Dollie’s titties. Even the bar babe did.
---Another biker came in during this photo shoot and was amazed by what he saw. Said he’d been coming there many years and had never seen more than a few gals flash in all that time. Those guys didn’t forget about Dollie’s butt rose tattoo or the others she mentioned. But wearing jeans makes showing those tattoos difficult and embarrassing. Still, Dollie loves showing her new tattoos. She unhooked her jeans and those bikers were in for another surprise. Dollie rarely wears panties. For some reason her not wearing underwear shocks and surprises most people. I guess because she is now older and supposed to be a lady.
--- First, she only pulled her jeans down enough to show her belly button wreath. Then farther down in back to reveal her butt cheek rose. Saving the best and kinkiest for last, Dollie carefully lowered her jeans to show all five honeybee tattoos above her honey pot. Again pictures were taken with those stinkin cell phones. But, at times like this, Dollie enjoys those phone cams. Made the tit game more fun, and they did ask.
---From the tavern we drove a short distance to a small diner. As we ordered a light lunch a few of those bikers walked in. There had been only a few other older men in there along with the old dude behind the counter who owned the place. We invited the bikers to join us, which they did. Dollie’s tattoos and tits soon became the topic of conversation again. The bikers over emphasized the size of Dollie’s titties, making them sound humongous. The perverted old guys who’d been sitting on stools at the counter wanted to see Dollie’s birdies. They gathered around the table where we sat.
--- I mentioned that the owner may not like her exposing her breasts in the restaurant. Just the opposite. He said he’d also like to see Dollie’s bird tattoos. He’d never seen anything like that before. As you now know. Dollie loves showing off her birds and her boobs. Without hesitation, she stood and pulled that V-necked blouse up to her neck again. Also, without asking, cell cams began shooting pictures of Dollie’s bare boobs. Proving she was enjoying her photo session, Dollie squeezed her tits, bent over, and shook them, as many cell phone cameras took aim. It was over in minutes. We then ate, talked about tit games, and said our goodbyes.
--- A productive afternoon of unplanned booby games. I often write and tell people that to play these games, you have to dress for them. Normally it helps. But, as you see, it is not always a requirement. Many years ago, games like these took hours of planning and waiting just to hopefully make them happen. The nice thing about that recent afternoon, it was a surprise event for us also.
--- For 50+ years I and others have taken tittie pictures of Dollie. Up till recently most had always asked permission. By now Dollie doesn’t mind having her pictures taken with those cell phone cameras, or any other type camera. She’s even gotten used to those sneak shot photographers. Although she does sometimes chew them out for not asking. Usually getting those same answers… “I was making a phone call“. Or “I was taking a picture of my dog“, etc.
Just when I think we have played our last booby game, another one happens. For nearly 60 years we've also wondered where all of those pictures others took are. Sure wished some would show up here on OCC.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

------THE BIG BOX STORE PERVERT RETURNS--
(Happened today May 27th. 2011 at 3PM)

I wasn't going to tell this little story. But Dollie is rethinking her life and how little time we have left. She's already talked to our friends Sam and Martha who live near. But she still needs several more men to complete her fantasy. It involves those threads about a wife in bondage.... and one woman with several men. She accidentally spoke out loud saying that looked like fun with one woman being penetrated in all three holes plus other activity. She's never done even one of those things with others. Together we looked at many pictures and she got excited. Will it happen? Maybe I should show her more pictures.
---Anyway that's why I added the Martha and Sam stories and am adding this old Mo story. It gives you readers a peak into our past with these friends. Mo is the only other player living reasonably close we trust. Somewhere we'll find at least two more men. Dollie says Martha can be her leaning post to give her courage to go on.
Cum along as you learn more about Mo.

--- It first happened in Mid-September 2010 at our local Big Box parking lot. We sometimes looked for Mr. Pervert, our mini skirt peeking friend, when we returned to shop. Dollie even occasionally wore a micro mini minus panties and a low top to tease and please our temporary kinky partner. Rare for our own hometown.
--- But, by this time we had forgotten about him and forgot what he looked like or drove. After all, it was purely by accident that we first met, and the odds were not good that we'd see him again. We'd gotten a late start going to town on this Friday morning, May 27th. 2011. It was noon before we left the house. By the time we got our mail, meds at the drug store, had lunch, and Dollie shopped at the Box, it was nearly 3PM.
--- As is often the case, I dropped her off at the door to the Big Box and parked near the garden center area. Not a good location for girl watchin. Nope, not even any goofy lookin subjects to laugh at under my breath. The thermometer in the truck was hangin around 96+ degrees and I was in the sun on asphalt. None of this was makin me feel any better! About thirty minutes had passed and Dollie assured me she only needed a few things........... Good for anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours!
--- Around 50' away a guy waved and yelled hello, as he wheeled his shopping cart my way. Slightly familiar, but couldn't really place where I knew him. Called me by name and asked how MsDollie was. I kinda sorta thought he might be Mr Pervert, the mini skirt peekin man. When I asked, he laughed and said he was..is! Basic greetings, questions, and a review letting him know we still play our kinky games. Like it was planned, Dollie came walking up to the truck carrying only a few small bags of things she couldn't live without.
---Often when going to town to shop, pick up mail, and have lunch, Dollie dresses conservatively. Maybe not what a great granny would wear, but nothing outstanding. This time a pair of blue jean shorts. Probably shorter than most older women. But not cheek showin or anything really sexy. For a top, just a plain highnecked blouse, braless of course. Not the items to flash or draw attention.
--- After a brief chat with Mr. Pervert Dollie walked around to the passenger side of the truck and got in. Happy to say she remembered our new temporary pervert friend. If you remember from the original story, he never actually saw anything except some booby cleavage and her butt cheeks that time in September 2010. But he remembered Dollie and remembered about our games. This time there was nothing exposed. No chance for fun and sexy games!
---For some reason, games have had a twist of fate in recent years. Games we planned and waited to perform for hours, just seem to happen now. We had no games planned today and Dollie was not dressed to show even a small amount of cleavage or butt cheek. As Mr. Pervert stood next to the driver's door, looking in, we talked about our recent past. This, of course, included mention of Dollie's new tattoos! As I've written many times in these closet capers, getting those tattoos was for the purpose of showing Dollie's titties. As you see from my stories, it works! But tattoos are like those familier tatter chips, ya can't have just one!
---Showing her booby tats is usually easy. Parts of them are often already showing from her top. But this was a hightop and the only way to show those tattoos, which are at her upper breasts, is to pull her blouse all the way up from the bottom. No sooner did our perverted friend ask to see Dollie's birdie tats, did she pull that blouse up to her neck, exposing both boobs and all her birdie tattoos! Mr. Pervert has a name. I'll shorten it and call him Mo from here on. Mo loved Dollie's tats. Dollie's tits. Dollie's tit tats, and he said so! But Dollie had mentioned her butt rose and mentioned something about bees on her honeypot!
---These large store parking lots have serveilance cameras, often on light poles and on the roof. I was checkin and double checkin the nearby light poles. By luck, I had parked in a fairly secluded area where the only light pole seemed to be camera free and at an angle that should have been safe. (?) Also, as long as Dollie remained seated, the truck was a natural shield from anyone walking past.
---Mo repeatedly asked to see a few of Dollie's honeybee tattoos. Those shorts were tight and awkward to pull down or open for viewing of her pubic area. But those tattoos are even farther down than just her fuzz zone. Again, Dollie loves showing her tattoos and it was her that pulled her shorts down, exposing at least three of the five bees near her honeypot. In the past, I asked, even begged, Dollie to play games and show private parts. This sometimes caused arguements, especially later. Since Dollie now enjoys our games, and is far wilder than in the past, I just stand by and enjoy her surprises.
---Mo, still lookin in the driver side window, began counting bees. He said he could only see three! Dollie was raising up above the windows, working her tight shorts still lower. I was begging her to be careful who and what she was showing. I pointed to the nearby light pole and mentioned cameras. I also told Mo that he could see much better on the other side of the truck.
--- Mo didn't hesitate to push his shopping cart around to the side where Dollie sat. This game got exciting about then. Mo knew about our special friends and our games. Without asking he began rubbing Dollie's birdie tattoos. Actually that's all he did as far as tit fondling. Mo began touching each bee tat one by one, counting them. Still only three were exposed. All this time Dollie was rasing up and working her shorts below her crotch, attempting to bare all five honeybee tattoos.
---Still feeling bees and counting, Mo's other hand disappeared into Dollie's shorts, between her legs. His hand was in motion. It was obvious what Mo was doing to Dollie. She was smiling. Now Mo was touching and looking at the other two bee tattoos and rubbing Dollie's pubic area... and below! His other hand was still moving as one finger wiggled up and down. I couldn't see where it was because the shorts were still covering Dollie slghtly. But I was sure what was happening. Mo never asked to play. He just knew he could.
---I mentioned that we wanted one more bee even lower and to the left. Mo wanted to see where that would have been. Mo stopped playing. Dollie eventually got her shorts all the way down below her knees. I asked Dollie to spread her legs, as I pointed to the area between her pussy and left leg. Mo was lookin closely. Dollie's pussy was tightly sealed. But it didn't stop Mo from slipping a finger partially in and masturbating Dollie again. I still couldn't see how much finger Mo had inserted because those shorts made it impossible for Dollie to spread her legs.
--- Surprising us both, Mo didn't play with Dollie's pussy long. When he stopped Dollie raised up, showing Mo the rose on her butt cheek. Again, Dollie was above windshield level and making me nervous. We soon discovered that Mo was much like our old friend and playmate Dale. Without asking, Mo opened the truck door and stood partially inside, out of view of anyone near. His truck happened to be the next one on that side. I never knew this till Mo left.
---This was where I had parked before, in September. And where Mo apparently usually parks. With this information, plans were made to meet again next Friday. No eight month's wait next time! But, I am keeping you in suspense. At this time, Dollie and I were also in suspense. I just figured Mo wanted to have an easier angle to play with Dollie's pussy by standing inside the opened door. Wrong! Mo, without asking or hesitation, unhooked his pants and pulled his erection out. His uncircumsized medium cock was already dripping. He was very close to Dollie and gently stroking himself. Again Dollie shocked and amazed me. She reached out and began masturbating Mo. Mo was now draining considerably and I warned Dollie to be careful where she aimed that thing.Dollie stopped playing. Mo took over and began stroking himself fast. He was grinnin and moaning, telling Dollie she really turned him on. Within minutes Mo was ejaculating onto his hands.
--- This all happening right in the middle of a busy parking lot on a hot Friday afternoon. Lucky there was no one behind the truck watching. Even though nobody could actually see Mo's front, it wouldn't take a rocket scientest to figure what was happening. And there is that constant worry about seveilance cameras. Dollie to the rescue. We keep a box of tissues between the two front seats.... to blow noses on. Dollie gave Mo several, and then several more, to clean up his mess. Mo thanked us both, made arrangements to meet again, and realized he had ice cream in his shopping cart, in the hot sun, in 90+ temps , in a hot asphalt parking lot!
---We had no plans to play games. Not even dressed to show skin. Me not feeling real perky. Yet we had as wild a time as possible in another unplanned fantasy game........ By the way, I felt real good on the way home! We both laughed, talked about what had just happened, and Dollie agreed it is another Closet Cleaning story that will never be buried in the closet. After all, here it is, written the same day. (Well it was.)
--- In case you are wondering, Dollie told me that Mo only had his finger in to about the first knuckle! It's the thought that counts. Still turnin perverts on at her age!
---As you may have read, we met Mo off and on until recently for even more fingering games. Like most of Dollie's special friends, Mo is always wanting to butt fuck or fuck Dollie. Mo even came to the house a little over a year ago to put a new power transformer in my old computer. A perfect gentlemen.
-----With Dollie making plans to be one of those single women with a group of men, she needs Mo and his small prick. He won't last more than a few minutes, tops!
---Yet, she's never been fucked by anyone else in her life! Should I thank OCC or stop letting her look at those posts?


----------Who in their right mind would fuck, butt fuck, and get sucked by a 73 year old woman while her husband helps? Sam. Mo, and Dale would.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

--- I decided to add this note in several places to help clear up questions about our memory. ---Now it’s all like a dream. Forgotten until Dollie began cleaning out our real closet, finding the grey metal lock box filled with notes, rough drafts of letters, copies of mailed letters, and unopened returned letters.
----Way before computer, my special friends and our new kinky Pen Pals wanted to hear our stories. The “Pen Pals” were couples I’d met thru those want adds looking for love and fun times. I’d narrowed it down to a few like-minded tit game partners within 300 miles. I’ve been hand printing these stories since the early 60’s on a yellow notepad with pen, often while sitting in the yard sunbathing, first in Illinois, then in Florida.
---Dollie had found a lot of these rough copies and was ready to throw them out when I decided to start what was later to be called CLOSET CLEANING. It began on an old bike site, then others, as each faded and died out. Recently, in another grey small metal box, she found the latest, long forgotten stories. With this information, and memories returning, I wrote even more stories. What was hidden in those metal storage boxes, the vehicles and RV’s we drove, and our memories, all but exact words have been recreated.

BOOB MAGNETS.

----Men and women are attracted by female breasts. Big or small, doesn’t seem to matter. Altho like a real magnet, the larger the boob the more they attract.
----A magnet is something metal with an electrical field which attracts, draws, or pulls closer other metal objects. This is a positive magnet. Yes, there are also negative magnets. And I do suppose some boobs will repel people. Of course, in the case of boob magnets, the woman who has them must be reasonably well built, have a nice disposition, and display the boobs properly.
----For a long time, I accused MsDollie of having boob magnets. I will write some stories explaining this phenomina. This is also the place for you members to add your very own boob magnet stories.
---We, as mature members(?) , already know how this boob magnetism thing works. We see boobs in pictures and we have to check em out. Yes, I saw you lookin…..! Oh yes, there are other body parts, on men and women, that are magnets. Some could be called pole magnets! That could lead to even more stories of attraction. But this is about boobs as magnets.
---A sample boob magnet story. But first, more boring details leading up to where, what, and why.
Once upon a time,....... last week, I got a compliment on a local business review site I am on. It is a small site, altho it is also in many other cities and even other Countries. Most members seem to be food critiques, writing short reviews about small restaurants, even fast food joints. There are reviews on beauty shops, motels, and just about any business locals go to. I am far from a connoisseur of fine foods and I haven’t been to a beauty shop or pet store lately. I accidentally wandered to the site when writing a review for, of all things, a strip joint. Yea, a bare-all tittie bar! Before you laugh, it is also a truck stop with a restaurant. Fine dining at it’s finest!
-------To write the tittie bar review I had to join the group site in my area. To spread my wisdom and expertise around, I answered and commented on a few other reviews from time to time. Seems as though I wrote several more updated reviews about the strip club as time passed. I expected replies and offers to meet sometime at the strip club. Two couples thanked me and actually went to the club with my recommendations. Two other women told me how they really wanted to check out the club, but were too bashful. A few guys mentioned going but that was as much interest as I received personally. I was told by several members that they enjoyed my review. Still, I was disappointed. It would be fun to meet a few couples, or men, at the Club just to compare our opinions….and stare at naked young women.

--BOOB MAGNETS #1
---More than a year had passed. A man living not more than 100 miles away commented on the review. Actually his comments turned to Dollie and her boobs. Those magnets at work! His first replies were basically normal “thank you’s” and compliments, with hint of “Nice titties” thrown in.
You’d have to see my plain avatar for the site to wonder why his next letters evolved to all out interest in Dollie’s boobies. So much so that we exchanged emails and went on from there. I don’t trust some of those sites when it comes to private messages. As our correspondence progressed we made plans for meeting and showing Mr X Dollie’s Boob magnets.
---He actually drives within a mile of our home several times a year as he travels north. Seems to be an intelligent, friendly, polite person. Still, at my senile old age, I have learned to not trust anyone. Not even you! Plans were soon rescheduled to meet when we can all get together---at the nudie Club. Yep, another new friend just because of my---Dollie’s boob magnets. I have many real booby magnet stories to add later on. Where are yours? This new friend has since joined my Closet Cleaning group. He has read this and many other stories. He's still a friend so I must be doing something right. Or Dollie's magnets are still polorized!
---To me our half century or more of boob games have been just good clean fun. You can keep it clean, making them look like accidents. Or fondle them and make the game kinky, dirty, exciting, and fun. You can even share your boobs and make the games even wilder. All women have boobs. Why hide them when most adults enjoy them so much?

[ModelT-MsDollie]

After glancing over several boob magnet stories I notice most of what's in them is already in other stories. So this will be the only Boob magnet story here. B(.)(.)B

---I had another eye doctor appointment in the big city 50 miles east of home. Dollie was in an ornery mood. She first put on a black blouse which was high in the front and very low scooped in the back. Again, no bra. I teased her saying she had it on backward. Of course she had to explain it wasn't and would be way too low turned around. Still joking I said it would look just right. In a few minutes Dollie came back out into the living room with the blouse turned around. It didn't look bad after all. It was low cut but not showing her nipples. Both tittie birds were over half exposed and I liked it. After some debate she decided if I liked it she'd wear it that way.
-----I told Dollie to pull it up some when going in to my eye doctor's office then tuck it in to be very low after we left. It was still showing some booby and cleavage, but reasonable. She didn't know my plans. This was gonna be a dress up surprise game. We had to pass a very large Mall to get to the doctor. I decided we would walk thru the Mall afterward. Always young college gals and other women dressed sexy wandering around the Mall.Yea there were.
--------I had to ask Dollie several times, as I parked, to pull her blouse down very low and tuck it into her jeans. After she got out of the truck, I reminded her it still wasn't low enough. A little b*tchin but she finally got it down to just above both nipples. Both tattoos were out. Just the short walk across the driveway in the parking lot, she was already getting honked at, hollered at, and waved to. We entered at Sears garden center. I don't need a new riding mower but was attracted to several very expensive new models. Damned, I've bought nice cars cheaper!
--- Several salesmen saw us +++Dollie's titties+++ and came over quickly. As they stared, I explained I already had a new mower and was just looking. I really don't think they heard me. They were magnetised! We wandered thru Sears ladies intimate wear. Dollie had to look at sexy Christmas undies. There was a nice lookin red bra with white fluffy trim across the tops of the cups. Her size. Dollie took one and went to the changing room to try it on. WOW! It fit great. Ask a half dozen other old geezers and a few young guys what they thought, as she opened the changing room door to show me. She didn't buy any lingerie but had fun trying on several other lacy bras and stepping out to show me---and others with their tongues hangin out. Yep, boob magnets at work!
-------On into the main Mall and our walk, I was pleased to see several young pairs of partially exposed breasts and hot pants. Florida in winter is a great place. I was being magnetised toward titties and others were being magnetised toward Dollie's. Sounds like a fair trade.
------ Two men in their 50's or maybe early 60's stopped us to compliment Dollie and I, and her tits. Sort of half hidden next to a wide column holding up the Mall, Dollie got kinky and squeezed her arms together when they mentioned wanting to see more. This squishes her boobs upward and mostly out of her lower tops. The two men thanked Dollie. One mentioned something about wanting to kiss them. ------She was now in an ornery mood. Using both hands, she squeezed them up out of her blouse and kissed one of her nipples. It took seconds but those two men and several others were thrilled. Yep, right in a brightly lit large shopping Mall. Later, several more men walked very closely by to stare, as we continued our loop around the Mall.
---This Mall is built so it is possible to walk all the way around a large central area with shops on both sides, and back to a courtyard. As many nice tit shots as I got, only one other younger gal had a lot of tittie floating on her half-cupped bra. She told Dollie how she loved her blouse. We complimented her on lookin nice and being brave enough to wear such a revealing top. I got to do some close up starin at two young exposed boobies.
----It still amazes me how many women and men love and stare at Dollie's boobs. Always worry about being stopped by security. But so far, the few we've seen just look and smile. We do know there are servelience cameras everywhere. Except for Dollie's silly display kissin her bare nipple, the few other times her boobies were completely exposed were purely accidental. Sort of! Both when a few middle aged guys were starring. Amazing how an accident can happen while wearing a very low loose blouse and bending down to adjust a shoe!
------The 50 mile ride back to our little town was again uneventful. We stopped at our favorite BBQ joint for lunch. One of the gals working there is very pretty and almost always has ample boob floating out of her push up bra and scooped blouse. I sort of notice this, even with one good eye. You place your order then take a seat at a table. It's very rustic with a redneck theme.
-------Dollie's titties were rolled up and out of her blouse even more, as she sat there. I was teasing her. Just as Dollie squeezed her arms together, exposing both nipples and both birdie tats, the pretty waitress brought our sodas. She laughed and mentioned she loved Dollie's birds. She'd seen only the edges of the wings when we were there in the past. The gal also complimented Dollie on her large nipples. When the waitress returned with our BBQ samwiches, the manager was with her. Both asked to see Dollie's partially exposed bird tats. Hell, he was the owner! Dollie pulled her blouse down below her titties and layed those things on the table! I don't think they expected to see any more than the bird tattoos and Dollie's upper breasts. I thought those people were gonna die laughing and bragging on Dollie!
-------As sometimes happens, this game of show and tell wasn't over yet. The manager returned with the male cook and another waitress, begging to see Dollie's tit tats too! Guess I should mention, even though it was 12:30PM no one else was in there. Two women had just left. Making it even safer, there is a bell above the entrance door which rings when entering. Perfect tit showing situation.

[boblack502]

After fuck !

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Originally Posted by boblack502

After fuck !

Thank you for reading and adding your delicious photo.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

In America, at least in the Midwest where we were raised, places to park and make out were called lovers lanes. For the most part this would be what other countries now call dogging. The big differences were we would be parked alone only for sex between ourselves, not an audience. For many it was only simple cuddling, hugging, and kissing. When a guy was lucky, fondling and intercourse came later.
---We were shy teenagers just learning about sex. The dogging type of doing it for the enjoyment of others and sometimes sharing came even later.

Lovers Lane #1
----------------In our area of the mid west we knew of three lovers lanes. I’m sure there were more little semi used roads, even in our county, that kids parked on for making out. I do know we had intercourse on many other little rural dirt roads over the years when the urge came! I’ll keep each of these three stories separate and try to tell a little about our lives growing up almost 60 years ago.
---But first a little information about those lovers lanes in general. Although all three were different lengths and the terrain was different, each was a narrow gravel road between two parallel blacktopped county roads. (Asphalt, sometimes known as oil and chip)
Other than horny kids in cars and pick up trucks apparently only a few locals drove down these bumpy gravel covered roads. Only one lane had a home along it. That was one nice house on a sharp curve at one end of lovers lane #2.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

--- Cum along as we travel back in time to our first lovers lane. I’d known about lovers lane #1 probably since middle school but without a car never went down it until after I started dating. My first real girlfriend and I learned about making love at the drive-inn movies, as many teenaged kids did back in the 50’s and 60’s. Once we got the taste of sex we were addicted. (No not literally tasting it yet then.)
For us it was mid 1956. We normally only went to the drive-inn movies every other weekend, mostly Saturday nite. It was there we’d have intercourse off and on for three hours or more during the movies. We’d sneak a mid week quickie at the city park or any large parking lot when we could. By parking in the open and never totally undressing we had time to get dressed and sit up. But it was always a gamble and we needed more than a few minutes to fuck.
----By this time I’d been fucking little Dollie for at least four months at the drive in movies. But there and anywhere else we were never naked. I pulled my pants down, Dollie pulled her mini skirt up, her titties were exposed, and we fucked. We could be dressed in seconds.
Finally we go to Lovers Lane.
-----I really don’t know how I remembered about the most popular lovers lane, actually within 5-6 miles of my parents home. I just remember sometime in the early Fall of 1956 we were riding around and I was soon driving down this narrow hilly and winding gravel road in the country. I’m not even sure that I knew we were on lovers lane until I passed a few cars with other teenagers mostly sitting in the back seats. Some were just pulled off the dirt road in wide spots. Others were backed into short clearings much like drive ways. None was really hidden yet off the lane maybe two or three car lengths.
I should point out that in our county the land was mostly flat or gentle rolling hills of farm land. (Sections of states are divided into counties) But both sides of lovers lane were rugged small rocky cliffs and gulley’s with wooded areas all along it.
----I continued to the end where it met the other blacktopped county road. I’m guessing the road was about three miles from end to end, maybe four. With all of the hills and curves I’m not sure. I turned the car around and decided to park in one of the vacant little drive ways. I was lucky to find a place off the road far enough that the back of my little Dodge was partially hidden with under brush and small trees. We just sat there in the front seat cuddling and watching an occasional car go by. Maybe 30 minutes passed, we climbed in the back seat. It was over in five minutes then we left. Wham bam thank you ma’am, pumped her full of semen and we drove off.
---We didn’t have time to go to that lovers lane through the week. On some weekends during daylight and evenings when we didn’t go to the drive-in movie we’d spend time at lovers lane. We soon had it all figured out. Occasionally a County police car patrolled the road now and then during the day, more often on weekends. It scared us at first because we were both minors. By this time we’d visited with other young couples and were told the cops were just checking for trouble.
----We also found this out first hand one Saturday afternoon. We were in the habit of stopping at a drive in diner to pick up a cheap dinner box and some sodas, or Dollie would pack a small lunch. We’d sit in the car or on a rock or log and just relax, watching others drive by.
By now a County cop had passed and waved as we sat in the back seat several different days. We’d always wave back as he slowed then drove by. If it were after dark they would flash their spotlight and we were told by others to flip our headlights on and off to show we were okay. The police were actually only checking for the safety of us kids. Life was different back then!
----- I guess on this Saturday afternoon we were too busy eating or messing around to notice the waving policeman. Lucky for us we were dressed and actually eating lunch in the back seat. We hadn’t noticed until the young cop, standing next to my car, said something like “excuse me is everything okay?” He explained there had been a few ra--pes and robberies in the past and they were only spot checking. I also believe it was then he reminded us we were minors and if we did any more than cuddling we could be arrested. I also seem to remember him giggling and saying something like “make sure the pretty little lady gives you permission if things get heated.” Or words similar.
---We’d fuck on lovers lane longer each time we parked there. Always in a position where at least one of us could see a police car passing. Actually this rarely happened. It just seemed like they were always there. No one else bothered us on lovers lane.

---We married in the fall of 1957. From sometime in 1956 until then we’d use lovers lane #1 as often as we could. Even for ten years or more after we were married we’d spend some quality time there for special anniversaries, after parties, or on or way home from our nude swimming adventures. We’d also stop for sex just to be alone since we had at least one female room mate those first 5 or 6 years. Sounds funny. But it was good to only have my wife to satisfy. ------Partly what brought up these memories was just one year ago we were back in Illinois visiting old friends who still live a few miles from the original lovers lane. Sonny brought it up as we talked about the road near them finally being widened to a four lane truck bypass to avoid the city. Plans that I remember for at least 40 years. That road is where the southern end of lovers lane stopped. Sonny said it’s been closed because eventually the new four lane will tie into the interstate north east of town. Coincidentally that is near where Dollie used to live.
----We’d forgotten all about lovers lane #1 and can’t remember when we even drove down it last. Sonny was right, the south end was now closed and besides a barricade there was a large dirt mound at the end. Sometime later I took the other county road east and figured I’d drive down lovers lane #1 from the north end. Nope. A metal rail and another large dirt mound blocked what was left of the lane partially covered in underbrush. Like the drive-in movie theater, lovers lane has disappeared.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

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LOVERS LANE #2
---Every time I started this lovers lane story I’d add too much detail about the park and other things. Still this story must begin somewhere. Dad’s family lived about 15 miles north in another small town. We loved to visit my favorite aunt and uncle. Uncle Ray was an ex Marine and always full of energy and on the go. He’d walk from their home nearly five miles to a large park I knew nothing about. Dollie and I had been telling them how we love walks in parks. No we didn’t tell those very religious relatives about our games while walking. Ray told us about a little lane that crossed the creek and after several zig zags to other roads ended up back north east of our town.
---With Ray’s directions Dollie and I drove off to discover the park and the trail. I crossed the shallow creek in my Dodge and slowly followed the hilly, sometimes large stone covered trail. All of the times we traveled those interconnecting little lanes and roads I don’t remember meeting another car.
Eventually I came to lovers lane #2. I didn’t know there was such a road. But as we slowly wound our way across this very hilly curvy narrow road we noticed kids maybe our ages in cars parked either along the sides or in the woods in openings between large boulders much like lovers lane #1. Like the other lovers lanes, I’d crossed another narrow county east west road first. Lovers lane #2 was probably five miles long to the south end.
----The place I often parked had a small fast moving creek down in a raven and we enjoyed hearing and watching the water flow. This lovers lane became more than just a place to fuck. In warm weather we’d put on shorts or swimsuits and wade in the creek and hike back on the trails in the woods. We’d also sunbath on the large boulders and eat our meals. Considering we lived in farming country this little piece of heaven was like being farther south.
----But I never finished describing lovers lane #2. It surprised me when it ended at the east west highway not more than a few miles from the drive in movie entrance. As we found out more about this road we learned that we were really not supposed to be there. High school kids from our opponent schools hung out here. As long as my car didn’t have any school colors or anything to let them know we were outcasts we were okay. In time we actually became friends with several other couples. Mostly because my uncle used to take me to ball games at their stadium and I was familiar with the school and town. Believe me these things mattered.
----Also we learned why even more cops prowled this lovers lane. State, County, and City police cars were often seen up and down the lane. It was nothing to see an ambulance and a wrecker as we tried to make love in the back seat. This road was very dangerous at speed. There were many camel hump hills with quick tight turns at the bottoms. It was normal to see a car nosed down in a little gully or slammed into a rock wall. There were reasons for this.
----Rumor was that there were unofficial records on how fast a person could drive from the north end of lovers lane to the stone home at the curve near the south end. The owners of that expensive looking home had erected a matching 4 or 5 foot stone fence at the end of the road, where it made the sharp “S” curve to the stop sign at the highway. Another pastime was watching stupid kids speeding past where we were parked and listening for the crash.
----But this is about sex on lovers lane. Since this lovers lane was out of our way except when visiting dad’s relatives or for another quickie after we left the drive in movie, we only parked there now and then, mostly on weekends with nothing else to do. This was another place we sometimes went randomly for ten years or more after being married. Of all of the lovers lanes we knew about this was the best for all of the above reasons. Even though we occasionally picnicked and visited other young couples, no one was around other cars during sex.