[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

BLEACHER BEAVER GAMES

--- Beginning maybe in the 60’s, in our 20’s, we went to a lot of baseball, football, basketball games, plus auto and bike races. Dollie wore her mini skirts and no panties often. At first she wore decent tops. Hadn’t gotten into showing boobs in crowds yet. I believe the first beaver shots may have been accidental. Being naïve, for many years we didn’t realize a lot of people got those Daleshots as Dollie walked up bleachers until people started telling us!
(The word Daleshot came much later around 1995 or 1996 even though they began happening in Dollie's teens. )
I don't know how to add photos in the story and am leaving out most thumbnails so i can get more stories added.

---When we discovered other fans were enjoying the extra entertainment I encouraged Dollie to show more. At the ballgames in stadiums and gyms only a quick look for a few nearby. Of course at the various biker and car events occasional flashing and showing off by other women was normal. Dollie soon learned to copy. Mini skirts became micro mini skirts. Over the years she became quite good at sitting with her legs spread at just the right time and right angle to give someone a nice peek. Most of the time her knees were tight together.
----Before later bike rallys, the biggest event I can remember her flashing her tits and showing men her spread pussy were a few Indy 500 races. Way more than we realized saw her I’m sure. Again she was copying other flashers. Not even considering those Daleshots when walking up the bleachers. Other decent sized events were often at motorcycle races around Illinois. On a smaller scale, stock car and drag races. But at many events there were too many kids near.
---We tried to get an isle seat for obvious reasons, even at the movie theaters. But it was entertaining sitting anywhere when the guys just in front of Dollie happen to get a good look up her skirt and continued to turn around to discuss the event. Other than an occasional whistle or kinky comment most men just looked, not wanting to scare Dollie into covering up.
---I suppose the nastiest responses were while at adult movie theaters filled with mostly dirty old men and very few females. Once the guys got turned on by the movies they’d get turned on and nasty with Dollie. She often responded by granting their requests to see her spread pussy and titties. These had to have been while in our later 20’s and 30’s. I remember telling in stories that Dollie didn’t show her pink pussy or let men touch her boobs until much later. I’d forgotten some of these earlier times. Since most of our games are not written down, I am forgetting dates too.

----PICNIC TABLES. Yes, we spent a lot of time sitting on, not at, picnic tables. We sat at picnic tables to eat and play games. But often Dollie would sit at the bench facing out while leaning against the table top. This was at our campsite and others, on picnics in parks, and when resting along trails and scenic areas. Same view as bleachers. Always quickies.

-----------------------------------------CAMPER CAPERS.
---Anyone who hasn’t camped with an RV may not know all of the bending involved in setting up at the site and again when leaving. There are the times the site and RV are not level. Dollie had to often help put boards, then special Domino looking plastic things down for me to back on. Then she had to put the chocks in place to keep the RV from rolling later. She’d help put out the hose, electric cord, and help lower and raise the awning when we had one. These and more reaching and bending chores often created free shows for nearby campers when Dollie wore her low tops and mini skirts. Even sometimes her tiny crotched shorts exhibited certain amounts of feminine body parts. These things were extra fun or embarrassing when a helpful male camper volunteered to help. Again just quickies unplanned.
Now you see how and why we met fun loving partners for our games. As I often say "ya gotta dress to play to play!"

[ModelT-MsDollie]

---SALESMEN

---No matter what they were selling, a salesman was looking to make a quick sale. Seeing female flesh often caused them to offer discounts if Dollie showed more skin. Even before we married, in our teens, she was wearing micro mini skirts and cleavage showing tops, exposing her little titties. Of course rarely did she wear any panties or bra. As far as her boobs were concerned she was still not exposing them completely and no man will ever see her nipples! Yea right! We mostly looked at used cars, shopped for her skimpy clothes, and high heels. These stories are also here someplace. We were discovering how much older men loved seeing a young girl’s pink pussy. (Old men. Like 30-50)
--- Teasing by sliding in and out of cars at a small town dealership was often exciting for us and the car lot salesman. Taller pick-up trucks and tiny sports cars made the best game vehicles. Usually the salesmen never mentioning what they were looking at. But it was often easy to tell. Of course sometimes they only saw skinny bare legs and bare pubic area. Yes, Dollie sometimes was offered a discount if she’d just spread a little farther and remain seated a little longer. That’s when she actually began enjoying those games, even thanking salesmen for compliments. We spent many weekends at car lots and shoe stores. Remember the shoe store footrest?
---Around 1962 I quit my five year old job because the factory was moving to New York. Desperate I became an insurance salesman for a year. I learned a lot about mature lonely housewives on that job. Collecting monthly insurance payments by “taking it out in trade” seemed normal according to other sales agents. This consisted of simply seeing or feeling a tittie, staring at a bare hairy pussy, and occasionally getting oral or actual intercourse. I didn’t do it often because I had to put my own money in to cover the loses and thinking about a husband coming home made it difficult to cum myself! Even my new boss cornered Dollie at our house one afternoon trying to get her to fuck him. Got that bastard fired.
---Of course I already had five years experience living with Dollie and several teenaged girls, all of us learning about sex through trial and error. Even the errors were fun! Dollie and I never kept secrets so I’d tell her every detail about those housewives. This didn’t help convince her to fuck but she realized that teasing others was normal. Another step forward in my fantasyland.
----From being an insurance salesman I sold cookies. Well, it was one of those grocery store cookie/cracker routes. The good thing about that was there wasn’t much sales involved. I was not a good salesman! Now working my second job in public I was seeing how real people are. This was when women still dressed like women. The pretty little mini skirt wearing waitresses in the diners teased and made propositions I could hardly refuse. Being on a schedule and not making much money, I did refuse. I saw men and women in separate cars meeting in the rest areas and small town parks…to talk! And pretty young women shopping in those stores I was stocking shelves, bending over to get cookies off lower shelves. I got my cookies off many times looking at other Daleshots and tits. All of this was more training for Dollie and I.
---Eventually I worked in a gas station part time for years. It was amazing what some women wore to take their husbands to work and how young girls almost dressed. More training for Dollie when riding. She still rides topless and wears short skirts all the way to Illinois and back.
-----As we grew up, we looked at larger motor homes and RV’s. Those sat higher so required two or three steps to get in. Sometimes a salesman stood right behind Dollie making sure she didn’t slip. Strangely only a few actually commented on what they obviously were looking at. Making a sale was important and they had to be a gentleman. This also happened at homes and Mobil homes we’d visit at open house. We knew they were looking but rarely did anyone say anything. There were exceptions to all of these events. Everything written so far aided in training Dollie in playing our games. Nothing happened overnight. Below is a sample.


--------------------------------Sam the Shoe Salesman.
---Way before the modern big box stores the nearby big city had a place possibly even named Big Box or Big Lots. I loved having Dollie dress up and wander around in there during winter or on rainy days to have something to do. Dressing up meant wearing a micro mini skirt without panties and a reasonably low blouse. Usually heels and stockings or even nylons. Stockings were preferred to keep her pussy uncovered. This was normal so she’d often forget it was bare. Dollie wasn’t quite showing her bare tits in public yet in her late teens.

There are already a few shoe store stories here also. But this one is rather cute.
---Sam had been helping Dollie try on shoes for maybe 5 or 6 years off and on starting in her late teens. Sam and I got many beaver shots. Actually Dollie had no hair so what we got were those showing crack and showing pink views. Yes, now and then others saw too. But Dollie tried to put her legs together if others were near. And she also only tried shoes on when Sam wasn’t busy with other customers.
----------SHOE BUYING HISTORY---Sam wasn’t the first shoe salesman to see Dollie’s pussy. I believe the first few times really were accidents. Remember, she wore very short mini skirts without panties all the time. We could usually tell when someone got a peek. Oten I’d stand beside or behind the sales clerk.
---Remember those stools they sat on that looked like a car ramps or a wooden wedge? The sales person sat in front of the customer, putting the customer’s foot up on the ramp to measure it and try on shoes. Shoe stores and shoe departments were normal. Also what was normal until sometime the end of the 50’s were female shoe sales clerks. Strangely, about the time when short skirts appeared male shoe salesmen appeared?????? Dollie refused to go to a female clerk. She said she didn’t want some woman looking up her skirt. Looking up the customer’s skirt was part of the job for a male shoe salesman. And from what several told me, and I saw, Dollie was not the only customer who didn’t wear panties. Other women made a game of this too. That’s what encouraged us to continue. Remember Al Bundy on Married with Children?
---By her late teens Dollie knew that a few male shoe salesmen were getting a look at her pussy. After she got over the shock I decided to trick her. I got Dollie to wear an extremely short skirt to go to one of those Box Stores shopping. Buying shoes were not mentioned. But I convinced her to try on some sexy looking pumps… or heels, as I call them. She resisted but finally said she’d keep her knees tight together.
---To try shoes on customers, the clerks would often lift the right foot to the top of that wedge they were seated on. Many placed the foot on their leg. That’s what happened this time . This placed Dollie’s leg straight out or slightly upward. The left foot would be flat on the floor. Dollie attempted to keep her legs together but it didn’t work. I stood next to the male salesman so knew that he got a good view of her partially spread lips. Every time he’d go to get a few boxes of shoes Dollie yelled at me. I believe a few more stories like this are in the CLOSET.
---Also remember this was their job. They had to be polite and try not to stare or comment. Seems like a lot of the salesmen told Dollie she had nice legs. That calmed her down. Those short skirts up to her crotch made her skinny legs appear even longer. From her teens until 40’s her legs were long and slender. Very pretty. Wearing heels always make a woman’s legs look even sexier. I loved it and Dollie was always getting complimented on her boobs and legs. At shoe stores her titties seemed to be ignored until she later wore lower tops.
----For some reason we went to this one large Big Box Store a lot. In the past she was insulted and embarrassed at other shoe departments so this was the only shoe store she’d go to. Many times a year Dollie would try on shoes. That’s when we met Sam the shoe salesman and became friendly. Of course, show me your spread pussy and I’ll be friends too! It got where anytime Sam saw us near his shoe department he’d talk Dollie into trying on an hour’s worth of shoes. When a second salesman was there he had to take care of other customers. If Sam wasn‘t working Dollie wouldn‘t stop.
---For years we knew Sam was looking and Dollie was loving it. Sam tried to place his seat where Dollie was facing a back wall or something. When other customers were near Dollie put her knees together. Still some got a good view. One time an old woman told me to have my girlfriend to start wearing panties! I think the most Sam ever hinted he was looking was complimenting Dollie on her beautiful legs, mentioning her pretty thighs…and things. I think that’s how he said it.
----After five or six years of teasing Sam the shoe salesman, he called us over to his department as we were passing. Dollie told him we were in a hurry and she couldn’t try on shoes. Sam said he just wanted to let us know he’s leaving next week for a better job. Sam confessed. He thanked us for all the nice looks up Dollie’s skirt and said he’d always remember her. Dollie hugged Sam. Seems like Dollie was 24 or 25 and Sam 45.
---Dollie told me she had to buy one more pair of shoes . She really hadn’t wanted to try on shoes because her skirt was even shorter and tighter than usual. Sitting was a problem. She sat down. Her skirt went above her crotch so that seeing her pussy no longer required looking UP her skirt. Sam sat and put Dollie’s foot up, maybe on his leg. She automatically moved the other farther left and spread her knees. I don’t know how she did it, but Dollie’s pussy was spread showing pink! Sam told us both thanks. He didn’t have any shoes to try on Dollie. Sam went in the back room and came out with several shoeboxes. While he was gone I asked her to reach down and spread those lips wide for a goodbye present. She did. Altho it really didn’t stay spread long. Sam soon had Dollie in position again and at least her lips were showing.
---The normally quiet Sam said “I sure wish I could feel that.” He was rubbing Dollie’s bare foot with both hands then slid them part way up her calf. Dollie took his hands and slid them up just past her knee. Sam looked at both of us. I said something like “go for it.“ Dollie was smiling. I stood near Dollie’s right leg, hopefully between her and anyone walking into the shoe department. No one was near. Dollie slid Sam’s hands up, one on her bare hip and the other maybe to her right thigh. Sam rubbed Dollie’s hip and thigh then rubbed her pussy lips. It was over in seconds. But quite a thrill to us all. Again, Dollie hugged Sam. We shook hands and said goodbye.
-----Maybe a week had passed before we shopped at the Big Box again. Dollie said she wanted to see if Sam was still there. I reminded her that he said he was leaving. But there he was, apparently training a young shoe salesman. Sam told us this was his last day and Steve was his replacement. He told us Steve knows all about Dollie and her special way of shoe shopping. Steve was smiling and said something kinky like----. “I’m looking forward to seeing a lot more of you Dollie.”
---Dollie was grinning and asked Sam if he’d like to try on one last pair of shoes before you go. Without waiting for an answer--- “and Steve would you like to try on the first pair as my new salesman?” Sam went and got a pair of high heeled red pumps, as Dollie took a seat. Steve slid a second wedge shoe chair next to the first. Both sat there staring up Dollie’s mini skirt at her bare pussy. Without asking this time Sam slid his hands up Dollie’s leg and rubbed her pussy briefly. When he sat back thanking Dollie Steve placed his hands on Dollie’s knees with the intentions of doing the same. Dollie said “stop Steve. It took over five years for Sam to earn the right to do that.”
---Seems like Dollie bought the red pumps, we thanked Sam for many years of fun and then left. Not sure why, but I can’t remember ever returning to that store. Of course, today it’s serve yourself buying shoes and everything else.
So many salesmen and others never knowing the fun of washing car windows while a hot babe showing her crotch sits inside, the gas meterman, the water meterman, mailman, paperboy, pizza guy, and others Dollie used to tease, all gone.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

INTRODUCTION NUMBER TWO
--- I will start adding those quickie things that seemed to just happen unexpectedly. Not really stories at all. As I’ve always written, because of how we dressed and how Dollie acted, these things did happen.
---As I wrote short stories in this new topic I realize many are not short at all. But they were surprises for both Dollie and I. So even before I begin I’ve retitled this topic RANDOM SURPRISE STORIES because most did surprise us and others involved.
---I’ll begin this topic with a little more repeat history of how and why we ended up being sex crazed exhibitionists. Yes, it’s embarrassing but what the hell, we only go around once. Believe me, it wasn’t really planned early on. Even though I never looked really manly, I sure as hell was never gay! It took much begging and threatening before I’d even wear shorts. Then only at a company campout. The least I’d wear swimming were my old men’s style Speedo suits.
We had a tiny city lot for our first five years of marriage. Only chain link fences and not many bushes for privacy. For Dollie to sunbath we went to small lakes and the local rivers where I would fish as she relaxed in regular two piece swimsuits. It wasn’t until after we moved to a larger place with a pie shaped lot when I enclosed a small 50’X75’ section of our backyard next to the large garage with a 6’ corrigated plastic privacy fence and installed an above ground pool, in the ground. Dollie and often one of her girlfriends would spend hours outside while I worked or slept days. (I write girlfriend meaning her old school mates, GIRL FRIENDS.) Of course, they sunbathed topless. Dollie went topless until our kids were at least in their teens. They knew mommy went topless in public. Our daughter griped more about this than the boys did. The boys didn’t pay attention to Dollie.
Trying to make this short, Dollie became friends with several young strippers who gave Dollie some tiny stretch material bikinis. Most were plain solid colors. She and her girlfriends talked me into first wearing them in the privacy of our yard. Next thing I knew I’d wear them in secluded campgrounds and at fishin holes. It felt like wearing nothing. I liked them and so did the girls. I had to keep Dollie and the girls happy. I was getting all the pussy I wanted from many of them! This was also when I began getting a tiny bikini tan which the girls also loved. Sometimes acting feminine was manly!
---We spent many long weekends and two week vacations around both sides of lower Lake Michigan. We even rode the old Harley up there a few times camping. We loved climbing the sand dunes and walking the miles of secluded beaches that went beyond the State parks. Anyone who’s walked sand dunes knows it’s three steps up and slide two back. From many years of climbing up and down sugar sand dunes we also discovered it’s a good way to see titties! Gals who would never show their breasts would be fully exposed even wearing high topped one piece swim suits while crawling on those dunes. I noticed those things!
---The tiny bikini tops would often let boobies slip out top or bottom of the tops. Aaaw! I was never a dummy about lookin at boobs. I learned who to look at and where to stand or sit while resting in my quest to the top. Early on Dollie learned that I was a tit-aholic. She even told me where to look and why. She still does! Of course, top heavy gals like Dollie just let them hang out after awhile. It really did get aggravating shoving those things back in while trying to get over the hill. Musta seen thousands of titties, large and small, fat, skinny, pointed, and flat, over the years thanks to the sand dunes of Lake Michigan.
---We lived in central Illinois so either side of the lower lake was between 200 and 250 miles. The problem back then most of this was on two lane narrow highways and thru many towns, including Chicago. We finally learned to go straight up above Peoria and Rockford then work our way east north of Chicago. Once you get close to the Wisconsin boarder and make a right, you’ll end up in Lake Michigan. Didn't need no stinkin GPS.
---From the mid 60’s,70’s, and 80’s we mostly tent camped, then had small RV’s. We’d get secluded sites which means no electric and tried to set up right beside the sand dunes. That way we could be wearing our tiny bikinis from morning till night. We’d slip and crawl up over the dunes then walk from morning till night. Well, it depended on the scenery on the dunes how fast we hurried! I can still picture those older perverts staring and taking pictures of Dollie. Like a pervette, she’d just smile and pose for them! More training.
---As we’d walk along the lake my suit would end up rolled to look like a G-string. Dollie’s bottom would also. She’d be topless as soon as we were away from most other sunbathers and hikers. Most of my bikini bottoms were made of some satiny type slippery stretch material which often caused my nutz to slip out below without me knowing it. Dollie usually knew and was as ornery as I. She often didn’t tell me until we’d walked past several giggling girls. After a few guys mentioned my sunburnt balls and grinned, I started checking when others approached from a distance. Of course, still later, I was purposely sunbathing my prick when we did stop alone for awhile. After it got golden brown I wanted it darker so now hung my penis and balls out the crotch or even out the top of the tiny pouch. This created dares and more games.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Story #1 TITTIES AND SAND. Cumming soon.
--- I’ve already mentioned seeing lots of titties while climbing up and down the sand dunes. This was especially convenient for show off girls like Dollie. Most everyone else saw titties on their own girlfriends, wives, and mothers when the gals attempted to keep them inside whatever they wore. Shucks I remember seeing titties hangin out the bottoms of T-shirts and those type bathing suits with loose waists. Many gals had no idea they were being exposed. Boobs magically slipped out.
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---Funny, I remember very few exposed pussys while climbing the sand dunes. I’m sure it also happened but perhaps I was so into titties I wasn’t looking between their legs! Too late now. I’d never make it three steps up one of those dunes before I was worn out sliding two steps back! There were those rare occasions Dollie had on a micro mini skirt and refused to change when climbing the sand dunes. Those times were very embarrassing for both of us, yet exciting. I still don't know how we stayed out of trouble all those years.
---For tittie exhibitionists and tit lovers it was like a special treat to play around on those tall sand dunes. Going whenever we could get away was so we both could show off and sunbath along the beach. But we always looked forward to playin on the dunes. We were lucky to have Dollie's mother or my brothers wife to wqtch our kids.
---To attempt to look respectable and keep the “accident” theme going Dollie often slipped her boobies back into her tiny top. For her, this was quit a job anyway. Some of those bikini tops weren’t really big enough to keep her titties in even standing upright or walking. At times just walking thru the campgrounds Dollie’s titties would oz up and bounce out. It's not that they were large it's just that she always bought too small of tops. We've sure seen bigger boobs lately!
---In the 30+ years we camped and played in all of those State Parks and campgrounds I rarely remember seeing a Ranger except at the check-in stations or riding thru the campgrounds to clean restrooms and pick up trash. We rarely had anyone mention that we should get some clothes on and no one seemed offended. I sure wasn’t! No ****, robbery, foul mouths, or people trying to play grab-ass uninvited. We rarely even carried a camera and there were no cell phones, surveillance cameras, or boom boxes. Yep, life sure was different back then.

---------------------------------------CUM LET'S PLAY IN THE SAND.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

These first stories are what I planned to add. But as memories returned and I got braver, I wrote a few stories that shouldn't be told. Each seems a little more detailed and just a little nastier. Please don't tell MOM!


Story #2 BOOB BOUNCIN BARBARA
--- Probably a Saturday morning in July. Company vacation shutdown and we were in the dunes of lower Lake Michigan camping on vacation. Early 60’s with an old Army style wall tent and just the basics to keep dry and covered. Maybe 8'X10'. A cheap air mattress, our Coleman lantern, and a couple of ice chests for basic foods. Had one of our favorite campsites right next to a tall sand dune so we could eat a quick breakfast, take a bag with lunch and a few sodas, then head over the dunes to the beach to spend the day skinny dippin, sunbathing, and playin skin games.
----I’ll skip the usual tittie watchin as we crossed the sand dune to the lakeshore. I soon had my penis hangin out the top of my rolled up tiny bikini. Dollie’s bottom much the same and she was topless. Her top would have been in the small canvas food bag I was carrying.
-----We’d met an occasional jogger, sunbather, and hiker, some passing us and coming from the other direction. There she was, big boob bouncing Barbara. Jogging toward us from quit a distance away. But there was no doubt she was topless. Those very large dark brown boobies bouncing up and down, nearly smacking her in the face.
---Being in my mid-twenties, I seemed to have a perpetual erection. Seeing Dollie and other gals topless and nearly naked didn’t help matters. Watching bouncing Barbara jogging, then walking, toward me was the ultimate tittie show. I not only had a full erection, balls and all exposed above my bikini, it was soon aiming skyward in a long crescent moon or banana shape. Sort of aiming toward my belly.
---Trying not to brag, yet letting you know I had a nice sized man-hood of my own back then. This also became a problem trying to hide it in my tiny bikini after it swelled. Of course, you figured I must have a decent sized organ to have a hot lookin babe like Dollie and sexy live-in girlfriends sharing our bed for 5 or 6 years that I was banging regularly. It wasn't my rugged handsome good looks.
---We were far north of the Park boundary and had met very few other people that morning. That woman was topless and wearing a tiny bottom. And no way in hell could I get my cock back into that tiny bikini I was partially wearing. I was around 23-25 years old. Dollie two years younger and Barbara about the same age. I’d never seen a more beautiful more shapely gal before in my life, or since. As far as I know this was before fake titties. But Barbara’s were as phony looking and perfectly shaped as anyone could create. A guy could poke an eye out with those! As firm as they appeared I was staring at them now wondering how in the world they’d been bouncing so high! We’re sure they were real, as they all were back then. At least we always thought so.
---We’d stopped. She’d stopped. We all stared at each other and complimented each on what we were staring at. Bouncing booby Barbara staring at my penis seemed to make it swell even more. It was throbbing. It hurt! No dirty words or nasty comments. We exchanged names and good wishes for a great day and enjoy the sun. That was all. Just a few minutes together on a secluded hot sunny beach with a bronze angel. Or at least what my angel looks like in my mind. Yes, Dollie is my angel too. But a guy has a right to have others.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-Men sunbath too

----In this same time period, maybe the same vacation, we were again walking even farther north of the Park property line along Lake Michigan. We loved the sun and fresh air. But never did care to just sit or lay around on a beach. We found out that we could see more people and be seen by walking . It also seemed cooler walking on those hot summer days.
----Way ahead was what appeared to be a naked or nearly naked couple standing next to a very large sun bleached tree trunk. Many of the tree trunks laying along the beach had been there so long they were bleached grey and were smooth. Many times they made nice temporary seats or leaning posts to relax. As we got closer we could tell these were two men perhaps 40ish and naked. We also saw that they both had erections and were playing with each other. As we got closer they seemed to masturbate each other even more. Most guys will stop playing around.
---From waters edge to the brush line and woods up the sandy beach is around 50’ or so. With the tree and those two men roughly in the center, we’d still be around 25’ from them as we walked closer to the edge of the water, trying to avoid them. Dollie was nervous. As we were nearly across from them, they both greeted us and walked down to meet us, each still playing with his own prick! We’re guessing both cocks were 6-8” long fully erect. Lucky for me I was turned off by this and mine was limp, yet still larger in size. But unlucky for me, they both commented about my prick and told me “ we’ve seen you two here before. Come back without the woman and we’ll show you a good time!”
---I have no idea what Dollie or I said. But we hurried on ahead. We hadn’t walked ten minutes farther when another naked young guy walked out of the woods toward us. He was a little more friendly. Or was that not as friendly? He said he was there to warn us we were in a GAY area and those woods are often full of naked men performing sex acts. He went on to tell us it’s only a short city block over to the county road. There are a few parking areas and trails down to the Lake all along where we’ve been.
---We thanked him and hurried back toward the Park boundary, several hours away. With luck those first two masturbators were gone. Probably went back up into the woods.

The little trails

---We were now curious. Much closer to the Park boundary, we walked closer to the edge of the scrub brush and the woods area. Yes, we did see several narrow dirt paths headed into the woods. In fact several young people came out onto the beach from a few of those trails. We decided to take the trail that a few couples had just came out from.
----When we heard voices, before coming into the open, Dollie had put her tiny top on and I’d pulled my bikini down reasonably respectable. We were amazed. Within minutes we were standing at the edge of a small parking area with a county road just beyond that. We talked to a few young people, asking about how far the nearest town was and where that road goes.
----Darn we felt stupid. For years we’d walked hours in the hot sun to get this far. We could have driven out of the campground and parked a few miles up that road. We actually only did that once or twice to check it out. One time I believe we’d already left the campground to take a ride and get supplies. In our world it was more fun walking the beach and showing off.
---I believe I’ve already written stories about games we played on some of those small trails. I’ll only add that we went back for years and performed some of our wildest sex acts as we got “caught” on those trails. But only after we caught several couples “in the act.”

[ModelT-MsDollie]

THREE BEACH BUNNYS



-------This also may have happened in the mid-60’s. We were still young and learning, being shocked, surprised, and amazed by other pretty women. Again maybe a mile north of the Park boundary in Michigan dressed as we almost always were. Dollie was having fun daring me to hang my cock out as bikini clad and topless cuties walked toward us. I’m still amazed how I kept out of trouble. Being with a topless woman and times being so much simpler must have helped. I remember writing about some similar games with pretty girls so will make this one short.
---All three were probably 25-30, which we were now near. All were golden brown and slender with nice boobs and cute bodies. Needless to dwell on it, if I didn’t already have a hard on, I did as I watched those six quivering tanned titties walking our way.
---At times like this I can’t help myself. I must have been drooling and slobbering, while staring directly at those titties! We never know what to expect. Most often women like this will just keep walking on by. Other times they at least say hello and maybe stop for a quick greeting. Yet other times we end up talking for a considerable long time, giving me time to get a good look. This was one of those good look times.
---One of the first things I believe they said was “why are you staring at our tits when your girlfriend has bigger ones?” Most likely I said “because yours are beautiful and different.” Something like that. Admitting I have no idea exactly what was spoken I do remember the conversation switched to my erection and “why is your cock so hard?” We talked pussy, peter, tits, and ass for maybe an hour, as other sun worshippers passed and stared. Nothing to do with these stories but I don't remember many obese or sickly people back then. Now the same beaches look like they are filled with beached whales.

-------------------------This is for illustration only. Mississippi Gulf area a few years back.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

--OLD HIPPY ALICE
I’m sorry. This short story grew.
---In life and in our world everything and everyone is not perfect. This time in our early 30’s, driving my 1972 Gran Torino wagon and TravelMaster RV trailer. That’s how I remember dates. Again at the dunes State Park in Michigan camping for at least a week in the summer. Apparently all of our choice sites along the sand dunes were already taken or now having an RV trailer it wouldn't fit. Actually many other sites were shadier and more level. But we chose the sites by the dunes so we could sneak out from our camper and up the sand hill already wearing nearly nothing.
---I remember setting up the RV trailer across the campground loop in a nice little wooded area. It was a level end site with water and electrical hookups. In this new site, the nearest other RV was a VW van with an old woman camping alone. I wouldn’t call her fat. I wouldn’t call her cute. I suppose she was stocky with sort of an ornery look on her face. Just the sort of person I picture living in a VW van out on the west coast. It even was painted brightly with flowers all over it. Old Alice called herself the last of the Flower children. She had some interesting stories to tell and we enjoyed listening.
---Old Alice told about the wild pot parties and burning her bra back when she was a teen. In fact old Alice was still braless as a 60 or 65 year old. I’m guessing her age because old Alice wouldn’t tell us. But we didn’t have to guess about old Alice being braless. She mostly wore long hippy type dresses. Bright colored like her VW van. But her dresses, almost evening gown style, were extremely low Vee cut or scooped almost to her belly, exposing most of her very large pendulous brown boobs, which ended near her waist.
---Sometimes Alice wore the same style dresses; moo moos, sack dresses, house dresses, whatever old women wear, also slit up one or both sides to her waist. These didn’t really show much until old Alice sat down. Then it was obvious old Alice didn’t wear any underwear either. Several times while sitting around visiting I saw old Alice’s Beaver, black and furry!
---Those very large boobs of old Alice deserve a little more describing. They matched the dark tan skin of the rest of old Alice. She’d obviously spent much of her life nude or nearly nude in the California sun. Those breasts reminded me of two old footballs with coffee cup sized, nearly black, textured aureoles at the very bottom end. Alice had those bumpy large aureoles and at least one inch long lighter colored nipples aiming downward. Like Dollie, even back then, old Alice was proud of her titties and loved showing them. Sometimes to get attention Alice would squeeze her arms together or fondle her own tits.
---Of course Dollie usually wore halter tops or a bikini top. Since we were now more in the middle of the other campers Dollie wore hot pants and I wore my short shorts. Old Alice also called mine hot pants. In fact she often teased me and said I had hot pants for her because I would stare at her big titties when they rolled out. Being exhibitionists by this time, I knew Alice’s titties and pussy weren’t being exposed accidentally for my observation!
---We liked old Alice and spent a lot of time eating, drinking, and just killing time exchanging stories with her. Old Alice was amazed all the kinky things we’d done for our age. But it seems whatever story we told Alice she had several like it and wilder. Alice said back in her younger days she was fucking every young stud in the campgrounds where she lived, and doing naughty things to the other hippy girls too. She said there were times she belonged to everyone in their little settlement. In a few years her and some guys would wander off and they’d join another group where they traded her for food and shelter. We weren't used to hearing women talk like old Alice.
---Alice said she’d never had any kids, by luck, and was never married. She lost track of all the guys she lived with from her early teens, over the years. After she got older Alice said she had good jobs, settled down, and didn’t need men as often. Alice joked and said I sometimes only lived with two or three at once, after she settled down. She then got bored, bought the VW bus, and began wandering.
---Old Alice asked Dollie if she’d like her pussy licked and could she chew on Dollie’s titties! Dollie wasn’t into that and always said no. But when old Alice asked me if she could suck my cock I just grinned and said “whatever turns you on old woman.” Old Alice gave a mean blow job a few times that week. Alice hinted often that she hasn’t been fucked for years and could sure use a big cock. The most I did to Alice was fondle those football sized soggy boobs and she sucked my cock! Alice would drive me crazy rubbing those large hard nipples on the head of my prick.
---We even walked the beach with old Alice a few times. I left my bikini as it was supposed to be, looking fairly decent. Dollie wore one of her tiny bikinis and a top to match. Seems like old Alice wore one of those old women style two piece suits. Sort of a skirt thing to hide her tummy. Even then with the shelf or built in cup, her tits appeared full and even larger, oozing out the top. We cheated and drove her to the main beach so we didn’t have to go over the sand dunes. Old Alice was flashing people before we got away from the main crowd and begging Dollie to do it too.
--- The next time we took old Alice to the beach I drove up that county road to a secluded parking area where we walked the trail to the lake. It was a two part afternoon. Alice needed some supplies and we could use a few things from a store also. So it was a trip to the beach then the grocery store. Alice and Dollie were topless as soon as we were under the shelter of the woods and remained that way until we returned to my station wagon. I got one of those erections and the head of my cock popped out the top. Without asking old Alice grabbed it and held it as we walked. She’d often pump it saying the thing must be dead, it won’t spit! Alice played with my prick even when men or women walked past us. It was embarrassing.
--- I can’t remember if I ejaculated for old Alice or not. I do remember she harassed and begged Dollie to fuck me so often that we finally did do it as she watched on one of those deserted little trails. Then Alice wanted her turn. Yep, we had some good times with old Alice. By the way, as much as she begged, I wouldn’t screw old Alice. Maybe I should have! But I wasn't that kinda guy!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

MUSEUM TIT PICTURES

---1975 or 76, Mid 30’s for me. I remember this because I now drove our new 1975 red Ford pickup and still pulled the TravelMaster RV. I’m guessing two or three years had passed since we saw old Alice in the Dunes of Michigan. Yes, this story will eventually be another adventure with Flower child Hippy Alice.
---We were now in Wisconsin Dells in mid October celebrating our wedding anniversary. Something we’d done for years. At first just because it was a place we enjoyed in summers. Later we’d return after we found out this was the time most of the area closed down for the winter and everything was half price or less. Also it was not busy. Having a family and always being thrifty, yet always on the go, we needed to save every penny we could.
--Besides loving to camp together and play sexy fantasy games, we both loved museums, water parks, amusement parks, and scenic places. The Dells had it all. We’d go to the Circus World in Baraboo where we watched the original Barnum and Bailey circus acts and look at early circus equipment. Got some tit pictures of Dollie with elephants, Lions, and Clowns!

----(Side note. After we retired to Florida we met one of the original high wire performers who did his act with his wife on a Harley above the crowd on a tight wire. He performed also with the famous Flying Walaunda’s. His wife ran off with another performer and he ended up dirt poor after traveling the world doing his act.
---He ran a flea market booth near where we live. Of course we didn‘t believe this old guy. He loved Dollie’s boobies and had a plan. He invited us to his place and to go fishing on his 50‘ boat, telling Dollie she could go topless or even nude. The old guy was living with an even older woman who thought having us on their boat would be fun. While at his house he showed us several thick albums of circus pictures. Altho he and his wife were very young and handsome, it did look like the same person. The details about their world wide performances were impressive so we did believe him.}..........Anyone here remember that Harley highwire act?


---In Lake Delton, where we actually camped, there was also a circus wagon and equipment museum, several old car museums, a model RR museum, and other neat places. Also there were those early water and amusement parks, plus many shops we enjoyed in downtown Wisconsin Dells. Add to that boat rides, canoe rides, hot air balloon trips, small plane rides, and even a helicopter ride once… only once! But as I wrote in other stories, we did take several hot air balloon rides.
---Even the downtown Lake Delton RV park had several large go Kart tracks with discounts for campers. We kept entertained and busy. I’ve already written several other Wisconsin Dells game stories in other posts. Hope to hit briefly on a few other random adventures. But wherever we kept busy Dollie wore tiny tops. After all, the main attractions now were the water parks and Dells boat trips. Tiny tops were always inviting me to take sexy pictures in unusual places. All of above fit that description.
---One day toward the middle of the week we’d gone to the model RR museum and old car museum. We’d been to all of those places many times, usually during summer months. When we entered the antique car museum into the small lobby/souvenir store, there was no one at the ticket counter so we just walked through the door marked ENTRANCE. As I wrote, we’d been there before. We must have spent 2 to 3 hours roaming around while Dollie posed for tittie pictures. I only remember occasionally seeing a few men inside. One seemed to be watching us from a distance but didn’t come closer or seem disturbed.
---When we went out the EXIT door next to the entrance door we were again in the lobby. Now there was an older man behind the counter. When we walked over to pay he said they had already closed for the season and there would be no charge. He thanked us for not touching anything and asked if we had a good time. The man said he enjoyed watching us take pictures and hoped we got some good ones.
----About then the guy who’d been watching us while inside appeared. He also thanked us for entertaining them. We were told there was a false wall along one side and some of the pictures on the walls were one-way mirrors. They were both watching from behind pictures, sometimes close by. He then handed me two season passes for next season, as we left. Of course, this museum and just about everyplace else is now protected by surveillance cameras and is recorded, making it mostly impossible to do what we used to do.

When I started this CLOSET CLEANING group, stories like these were all I was going to tell about. The others were too wild and personal. As our time here on earth comes to a close I figured why not tell? People play worse games.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

HIPPY ALICE IN DELLSLAND

-----After a few chilly damp days wandering around the Wisconsin Dells area and playing our tittie games, mostly inside, we woke up to a bright, sunny, warm morning. In mid Wisconsin in mid October it is often dreary, chilly, and cool days, and near freezing at night.
--Short version. In the mid-1970’s things were still not overly commercialized there. Although I’m sure this was a tourist attraction for well over 100 years already. We were staying in a nice public RV park among two Go Kart tracks. It was within walking distance to those museums, water parks, restaurants, and other attractions. And for us, a nice walk across the Wisconsin River bridge to the small town of Wisconsin Dells. We loved camping places where we could just walk to be entertained.
---Since the RV section was nearly deserted I parked our trailer near the center close to a shower/restroom building. With electric hookups we could save LP by using a small electric heater at night. Even the campground was half priced now. Around $10 with water and electric compared to around $35-40 at most places now. Sadly this campground and everything else on that STRIP have been replaced by condos, expensive hotels, and upscale restaurants. I feel sorry for young couples today looking for cheap get a ways and fun.
---Speaking of cheap, we were sitting outside in the morning sun clipping coupons from fliers, brochures, and coupon books we’d picked up the past few days. I was wearing jeans but had removed my shirt to get the last few rays of sun. Dollie wore jeans and a low blouse of some sort. We were clippin and rippin coupons when a brightly colored VW van came clattering toward us on the campground road. As it came toward our site we walked out to see if it could really be old Alice! Even back then there weren’t many multi colored VW vans with flowers painted all over them. Pleasantly surprised, she stopped and jumped out to hug and kiss us both. I mean literally lip smackin wet mouthed kissin and huggin. I’d swear ole Alice was wearing one of the same hippy style long gowns scooped to her navel as we saw her wearing 2-3 years ago.
---As Alice hugged and kissed me, those two football sized water balloon lookin boobies popped out and she was rubbing them on my bare chest. Alice didn’t look a day older. In fact it appeared she’d lost weight and was looking younger. As we asked each other what we were doing here on the other side of Lake Michigan, we told her our wedding anniversary was the 19th, in a few days. Alice said her 55th birthday was tomorrow, the 18th. So much for me thinking 2 to 3 years ago she might have been 65. I was now around 35 and Dollie 33.
---Alice parked next to us, just like before, and she came back over to sit at the picnic table to visit. Again she wore one of those floor length dresses with a slit all the way up both hips. I don’t think it was the same one she’d just had on as she drove up. It was so full that it barely gaped to the knee when walking but exposed both hips while seated. Alice would tuck the center section between her knees. Again, on purpose I’m sure, she occasionally flipped the center section aside exposing her very fuzzy Beaver. Same as before, when seated, both titties often rolled out. Now and then when another RV’er drove by Alice would slip her boobs back in. Somehow they ended up right back out.
------Alice said that after she spends her birthday here relaxing she’s headed to someplace called Cedar Key, Florida for the winter. I remember thinking what a lucky lady, going to the Florida Keys. Ha! Cedar Key is only around ** miles from where we now live in NW Florida near the Gulf. For us it’s always been a small small world!
---We told Alice we were going to take her someplace nice to eat for her birthday and buy her a small gift. Alice took my hand and placed it on her hair pussy. As I rubbed her bush Alice told Dollie that she wants me to fuck her for her birthday present. I’ll admit, ole Alice was lookin good now and my erection was telling me to go for it! Having sex with a woman twenty years older seemed very kinky and wrong. Yet, as I later thought about it, before I was legally old enough I was having sex with prostitutes 35 and 40.
--- I remember Dollie saying she’d pick up all the coupons and fliers while Alice and I went in our RV and celebrated Alice’s birthday. What a great wife! I still wasn't going to fuck that old woman. But, like the time before, Alice pulled my prick out and began rubbing her large nipples on it! I'll admit. I was weak! I left the RV door wide open. Without saying much, Alice and I were soon naked and she was laying spread eagle on the RV bed. But I still didn’t want to fuck old Alice. I had a brain fart. Maybe if I tell Alice I will only fuck her if she gives me a blow job she will refuse! But Alice didn’t refuse! I got my blow job from old Alice. Now I had to fuck her!
---I remember having no problems burying my cock completely inside old Alice in one steady stroke. I wouldn’t say her pussy was large, just very moist and pliable. Alice seemed to be squirting immediately, as I banged away in her. No matter how hard I shoved I never hit bottom. Alice was screamin and hollering about having one orgasm after another. She begged me to warn her before I was ready to cum in her. She must have known I was ready!
---I stopped and got off. I told Alice to get on her hands and knees. I forget the exact words but she was giggling and saying something like “goody, I love it doggie fashioned.” Up until then I was laying between those huge tits but really couldn’t feel them. They were hanging down along both sides of Alice. I had two reasons to get her doggie fashioned. I wanted to try to hit bottom in that hot, wet pussy, and I wanted to hang onto those big boobies.
---I succeeded doing both. Those tits were so large they were squished into the bed as she knelt there. I rode ole Alice like riding a horse, hanging onto the reins for life. I cheated. I started pulling on her nipples and working them with each hand. Neither of us could take this long. As I shot a wad deep inside Alice she yelled she was cuming too! Dollie was giggling and asking me how it felt. I really hadn’t noticed she had come inside and had no idea how long Dollie was watching. But she’d watched me fuck man young girls so this was really nothing new.
---Dollie brought us both Kleenex. But Alice had a better way to clean my penis. She licked and sucked it dry! Then Alice trotted to our RV toilet to drain my semen from her. Not sure how it happened, but I had Dollie over the small dinette table fucking her from behind when Alice came out. Alice fondled Dollie’s boobies and Dollie yelled she was cuming within minutes. A few more stabs and we were finished. Once more old Alice surprised us. Fresh from Dollie’s wet pussy Alice sucked my cock dry once more. We dressed and after a short visit we headed for the shower house then took Alice to a nice restaurant for her birthday lunch.
---Seems like that afternoon and the next day we took Alice for a scenic ride. I also remember giving old Alice her real birthday fuck on the 18th. But the 19th was mine and Dollie’s to celebrate alone. We’d slept late then had sex. Dollie was up first that morning and told me Alice’s VW van was gone. We never saw old hippy Alice again.

THE HIPPY VAN

---Maybe five years more passed. I was 40 or so. Somewhere in east central Illinois or west central Indiana we were camping. At least two different afternoons while riding around we spotted a brightly colored Ford van painted very much like Alice’s VW van, complete with large painted flowers all over it. This one had a small home AC unit sticking out the rear window and no side windows. More of a cargo van. We were always going opposite directions. By the time I got turned around the Ford hippy van was gone. Was this old flower child Alice again?
---Something else we never even thought about until now. For nearly twenty years we have lived around **** miles from Cedar Key, Florida where old Alice spent many winters. We’ve gone to Cedar Key for several anniversaries and several winter antique RV shows at one of only a few campgrounds there. We never saw any hippy vans.
But now we wonder. Old Alice would be near 95 now. Is it possible there is still an old flower child hippy wandering around wearing a long gown with her football sized titties hangin free? We really knew little about old Alice. Yet we knew a lot. Alice was a friend.
----Of course this all happened 40-45 years ago. What was spoken is only a guess. This is how I remember it. Your stories don’t have to be 100% accurate. Just keep them honest and make them exciting.
When I first started these Closet stories I was trying to keep them fairly clean. But members wanted the sexy details so I hope I have been fairly accurate telling them like it is. Please no porn site photos, but like I do, a few animated comment sex photos sometimes adds to the entertainment. It's all for fun.