[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

There really is no one title for our games. It's sort of a one size fits most. Thiis is simply a group of stories about our life together over 50+ years. We are new here and the little we have read shows many stories make ours look like school kids at a Sunday school picnic. The following stories developed over years and were created from our old notes and our memories while we still could remember. All stories are true. None are sugar coated or meant to have a surprise ending or wild finish. Many names and locations may or may not be changed for obvious reasons. As we got older, other players died and places changed so I began using real names now and then. Only we know the difference.
---We are trying to stick within the guidelines but occasionally some things I am transferring from another forum may sneak thru. Mostly it’s that age thing. Hopefully it’s okay to mention we were married before Dollie was 18 so I will begin with the following year. Our first five or six years sound like a fairy tale. Those stories will come soon.
---Even now as I begin this may not be the right way to do this. All we want to do is share our past.
---We have no reasons to lie. All of these stories were written simply for entertainment and to help get younger people to join our life style. Admitting the truth, at 73 Dollie still has never sucked or fucked another man. A deep dark secret long ago still haunts her. How I ever got in her pants is still a mystery.
We had no idea many were already into things we still won’t do. But this is our story as it happened. Yes many are mixed up and I repeat often.

BARE YOUR HEARTS, YOUR SOULS, YOUR BODIES

LOOK--LOOK--LOOK-------OUR STORIES WERE WRITTEN SO EACH STORY THAT FOLLOWED WOULD CONTINUE IN A NATURAL ORDER.
But every time I add anything or someone else comments the latest entry goes to the top. Please try to find oldest stories first so there will be less confusion. Maybe I will number them in the future.
We joined so we could share our deep dark secrets of many years gone by. As with a Gay person, we are coming out of our closet while we still can share and enjoy some of our games.
This is not only for us to share stories of our past, but your opportunity to do the same. Please comment often.
---What we thought were nasty, perverted games of a couple of oversexed overgrown children, are only those fantasies, dreams, and games of many others. The difference is we made our fantasy dreams come true!
Use this space to clean out your closet and give others a chance to enjoy your past... perhaps to teach them a thing or two so they may continue our ways of life for the enjoyment of others.
We are not into the Swinging, Swapping lifestyle, Dollie's choice not mine. If that's your bag of tricks, please share those stories also.
---I added a second part , "Whoopsie we got Caught". Because, in life, everything doesn't always come out Roses. Again, feel free to tell about those times you were caught.
Okay guys and gals, start sweeping your closet out.
All our stories are true life adventures ---Don't forget to add your own stories.
This is OUR closet, yours and mine Sometimes starting with our first story is less confusing.
Cumming Out of Closet #1 was first story.
Cumming Out of Closet #2 was second.
Then Whoopsie got caught.------
Those who have read some of my early stories over will notice I make changes and additions to old stories. I also add new stories in old topic sections as they happen or I remember. This Closet thing is constantly developing.
After opening our closet years ago, I am still learnin. It is only beginning to come here to you.
After that, I just added topics

As I continue to write old and new stories I realize I have been adding a lot of detailed descriptions about things not related to those games. Mostly things about the past that many of you haven't seen or done. Hopefully these bits of history will make the stories even more interesting.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

WELCOME to our strange world as it's remained hidden in our immaginary closet for years.

My fetish has always been tits. (.)(.) Lucky for me Dollie has always had a nice set for me to enjoy. In a very short time while dating I realized that others seemed to enjoy Dollie's tits also. At the time she was only a teenager with her boobs hidden under sloppy country clothes. But now they were mine...all mine. It also didn't take either of us long to realize that her and I could still enjoy them, yet show and share them with others. Oh the joy of it all!

This boob thing wasn't new to Dollie. She was ****d several times and had her little titties molested almost daily by several farm hands during a summer long ago. Both her older sister and mother were basically wh*r*s dressing like it with their tits out for young boys and old men to fondle. Yet Dollie and her younger sister remained covered to the neck and weren't interested in boys.

Cum along for my introduction.

For a few years I actually kept a notebook of games, places, and descriptions of people who we played tit games with. After awhile it became confusing and impossible to keep score. But that was a good thing! Someplace I still have my original game plans and rules.
Yet another thing that ended up being a waste of time and only made the games confusing, was planning games and trying to make them happen. It took more time than actually playing the games as they just happened in real life. Dollie hated preplanned games too. I soon found out that games she refused to play when we discused them just seemed to happen and go well in public.
For instance, no way was she going to let strangers see her nipples. And never would anyone see her pussy or touch her tits. As we all know now, doing it is always much more fun than talking about it. I was often amazed when it was her who picked a kinky game and often began without me.
That very first time we started letting young men fondle her bare boobs for photos was in 1978 or 79, in her mid 30's. That was her idea! Sure, I'd talked and begged for years before it happened. But it was the right time, the right place, and the right partners there in the sand dunes of Lake Michigan in Illinois.
The very first polite clean-cut young nudist asked "where can I put my hands?" Dollie's simple answer "anyplace you want to!" I can't remember now how many young men we got quick boob holding photo shoots from that day, and the next few weeks, but it was a lot. What a great exerience. We both discovered that rarely can a man just hold a booby without fondling it!
This proved to be a bonus to everyone. Most of the time the random nudist stood behind Dollie while I took pictures with my old $20 Poloroid camera, point and shoot 110 film cameras, or 35MM camera.
Many attempted to hide their face. Each photo shoot took awhile to focus and adjust. A few simple photos often took over thirty minutes, depending on the fun. Passing clouds and getting just the right angle were important. Truthfully I could have always just pointed and shot. Watching the looks on Dollie's and the model's faces was worth waiting for.
---Of course this led to rubbing and pinching her nipples which was why Dollie was ready for the next photo shoot. Forgot, she was wearing either a bikini bottom or hot pants at the time.
As a bonus and unexpected by her at first, young studs with full erections rubbing on her butt cheeks and thighs added to her excitement. As much as I'd coax she never touched one of them. Dollie admitted she climaxed often and was enjoying the penis' rubbing her as much as being fondled.
One time together a 12" black erection and another 6" black one rubbed each butt cheek, inner and outer legs as the two of them worked on those tan titties and continued bragging about such a pretty white woman.
We're proud to say that many of most races, colors, and legal ages have fondled those boobs.
I'm giving away the stories.

I forgot the exact year but again north of Chicago while sunbathing nude along Lake Michigan I tricked Dollie into showing her pussy to strangers. Most likely in mid 70's.
We were far down the beach in a little used area. Not far in from the Lake is a raised dunes area with underbrush and small trees where we'd keep our supplies shaded and we'd sunbath out of view of anyone until they got near. At first we'd cover up. But later as others may be walking by topless or nude we got braver.
Dollie liked this way of sunbathing because people could see her yet could not really see her face up there laying flat. Most people were out for a walk down the beach to relax and get some sun. Near the Lake there are rocks making walking barefoot impossible for long. Further up the sand is soft which also makes walking tiresome. Right up near that approximately three foot raised bank at the scrub line the ground was almost like a firm path, making walking easy. That's where most people walked.
---My job was to watch both ways for hikers. Naturally I was ornery and didn't always cover up or warn Dollie in time if they were naked or showing skin. Note that we had weeds, bushes, and small trees on each side so we were also out of sight to passing hikers until they were right upon us at eyeball highth.
Yes, she got pissed when someone walked past and said hi. But rarely did anyone slow down or stop. I was gonna change that! Eventually I convinced Dollie to keep her legs spread. This went well as a few young men stared up her crotch as they passed. I believe a few stopped briefly to visit and stare.
---Things were going well according to my perverted mind. Next, I spread her pussy lips just before a young man passed us. I could hear a couple of those young guys talking about Dollie's pussy so knew they got a good look. Remember, this is a semi secluded long beach. Everyone who passes must return.
---Well, the guys who'd gotten a look at Dollie's tight pussy would look again. Oh yes. Those few who saw the pink spread hole also looked again. Two of them stopped to compliment Dollie on the nice view. Of course, her pussy wouldn't remain spread open long. One of them mentioned how they loved looking inside it. So, being a friendly sort of guy, I pulled Dollie's lips wide open as they stepped up closer to inspect it.
This happened the first time nearly 40 years ago so I don't recall how many young men got to look at and in Dollie's pussy. Sure, she was pissed. Later she reminded me of how pissed she was. But she always got over it.

---Once Dollie played any game and found out how enjoyable it was future games were just part of our daily routine. After many years it was as easy as taking photos with family and friends fully dressed.
Raising kids, work, normal life, and female surgeries, showing pussy soon stopped until after we retired and moved to Florida. Now Dollie said she was too old and no one would want to look. WRONG! We soon found out old guys love looking at pussy even more than young guys. After all, most old guys no longer get to see it. Wives don't normally show pussy and young girls think us old guys are too perverted to be looking at theirs.
--- It wasn't long before we were meeting a few of those nudist bikers several times a year. Dollie found out that when I had help begging her to get even kinkier, she eventually gave in. Yet no games happened overnight. Years of hinting, begging, tricking, before we got Dollie to as far as she goes today.
She's still a one man women when it comes to a few things. But she's been amazing for years playing games she said she'd never do! All of this and still a mother, grandmother, member of the PTO and Church, a good neighbor, member of the old car club and AARP.
This is just a quick explaination of how things happened. Only those who shared our games ever knew until I opened this CLOSET CLEANING group. And our wilder games were only played far from our town and usually out of state with people we'd most likely never see again. Even here in Florida very few of our special friends know where we live.
I'll admit we are perverts and maybe a little strange. But we've seen a lot wilder things happen and we've made many great memories and friends.
Embarrassing at times. Yet a lifetime of memories. It all started while camping many years ago.

[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. Remember pen and paper?
---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 another 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.
--- Come on in and join us in our closet. First a disclaimer, as suggested by my lawyers and psychiatrists. Anything written here may be true or fiction. People and locations may be figments of my imagination. Sometimes nice people in white coats bring a computer into my private padded cell. This is how I pass my time.
Okay these stories really are our true life adventures. We couldn't make this shit up.

CLOSET..... A simple way of telling others you are finally letting people know some of your hidden secrets. Term first used when revealing a person’s sexual preferences. Now a way of sharing anything normally unknown by friends and relatives. This is going to be an ongoing open closet adventure.
Our secrets have nothing to do with being Gay. Happy, but not Gay! -----------We have no dead bodies hidden in our closet. But many hot, and sometimes naked, bodies. Ours are mild stories compared with others we have been told and things we have seen.
As explained before, we have played sexy, mostly tittie games (.)(.) for many years. Only close friends and those involved in the games knew of our secrets. We considered what we had done nasty, kinky, and pervasive. Yes, much of it was, and is, illegal. But, depending where you are, nearly everything is illegal in someone's law books.
In no way have we intentionally offended or hurt anyone. Just the opposite, we have put many smiles on many faces and left memories and friends. One more thing, many names have been changed to protect the guilty and respect privacy. Also, when describing places, only general descriptions are given for the same reasons. Those of you attending events, or living near the places, will figure them out. Still, the actual location may be a 1000 miles away.
I tell some stories which may be too long. Some sexy, some kinky, some boring, some explaining how and why we did these things. Even stories teaching others how to play our games.
Without any more rambling, I’m opening our closet door, rusty hinges forced wide, for your enjoyment, education, disgust, or embarrassment. As friends, site members, and mature adults, you have the choice of reading each new post as I enter them…..or ignoring them.
It is my purpose here to share our games and experiences. If only a few enjoy this series, a few laugh, a few ask to play some games with us, and a few experiment and try one or two games, I will have succeeded in sweeping out our closet. These are more for the stories rather than pictures. I'll tose in one now and then just for fun.
---Jim is an old friend we met after retiring while camped at a small clothing optional bike camp. He first showed and taught me about computers and porn. A very nice dirty ole man. In fact Jim was one of the first to fingerfuck Dollie after retiring. Did I mention he's a nice dirty ole man?

[ModelT-MsDollie]

First Dates
Since I am going back to when I created this group CLOSET CLEANING I am going to actually start at my beginning with Dollie. My love life really didn’t get started until I got my first car. I imagine many did then. For me it was a slow start. I was interested in cars, racing, customizing cars, learning and playing a few musical instruments, roller skating, all with my male friends. This and working in a grocery store after school and weekends left no time for girls. Yes, I was interested in them.
Back then porn and girlie magazines were hard to come by. My early boob sightings were at the movie theater during news breaks showing topless African women, in National Geographic, and my uncles Playboy and a few other magazines. None really showed a lot of female flesh.
My younger brother and his girlfriend were constantly setting me up with blind dates. Yep, younger brother already had two steady girls he was banging! Occasionally I’d go on one of those blind dates. They weren’t really strangers. Most were in some of my high school classes or girls I’d seen around the school before. Actually all were nice looking and built decently. There were very few obese kids around back then. We got exercise by walking to school, gym classes, and running around the neighborhoods after school, etc.
Knowing those girls from classes and their brothers made dating scary. Eighteen year old girls loved to talk about their date nights. Didn’t want to end up with a bad name so rarely even cuddled or kissed any. Besides, none really turned me on.
Along came a skinny hillbilly looking new kid in school, introduced by brother’s girlfriend again. She knew me by pictures in newspaper about something I did in an art class. But I wasn’t interested in that sloppy dressed redneck soundin kid.
Still don’t know why, I agreed to take her to the drive-inn movie. That’s what we did back then. Took our date to eat at the local drive-inn diner then the movie on the edge of town. Did that with all my dates before. Did it with Dollie.
First date was uneventful. About like the other gilrs. May have held hands or even snuggled. But don’t even remember kissing. Dropped her off in front of her house because I was warned daddy doesn’t like boys. Still no kiss. As far as I was concerned one date was gonna be all for that little girl wearing the long sloppy dress and loose blouse. It was so sloppy fitting I didn’t even know Dollie had titties at that time.
Found out she had turned down another date to go out with me. Coincidently, I had turned down a date too with a cute little gal I was hangin out with off and on for over a year. Way before I had a car. Sandy had a nice pair of boobies and I often fondled them through her tops. Never ever saw them or felt the bare things. But this had been our plans for that same drive-inn movie night I took Dollie instead. Not knowing it, Dollie caused me to not get to see and feel my real first titties. But I got even!
Again, not knowing why, I dated Dollie a few weeks later. Same date, drive-inn diner, drive-inn movie. I always parked just ahead of the concession stand where they sold food and the restrooms were.
My first car was not a real hotrod. A maroon 1949 Dodge club coupe with wide white wall tires and fender skirts. This was a two-door, short roofed car that appeared to have only a front seat. But there was a full rear seat with small side windows. A cool accessory back then was a rear metal Venetian blind. It was fixed, didn’t close. But at the angle I mounted it, visibility inside from the rear was minimal. Later I made removable side screens for those side windows. Went to a lot of outdoor movies so wanted to keep cool in summers.
I always remained in the front seat with those other girls. But after several dates with Dollie I added those screens and we sat in the back with the front seatbacks laid forward. It was semi-private and cozy.
It was about our third date that I began fondling Dollie’s titties. The second date I discovered she had them! She explained that her parents made her wear those baggy clothes and her mother’s bra. Dollie explained that she never wore bras before. On the second date she had removed mommy’s bra and put it in her purse. Found out later that my brother’s girlfriend mentioned I like tits. Little Dollie was already planning to trap me with her booby bait.
This drive-inn movie thing went on every Saturday night most of the year, till it got too cold in winter for the theater to be opened. Probably that third date I was fondling Dollie’s boobs through her blouse. I don't remember whos idea it was. But she was liking it too. So much that either she unbuttoned her top, or asked me to. My first real feel and look at real girl tits! They were much larger than they appeared behind those baggy tops and mommy’s bra!
Wouldn’t ya know, we got caught right off. The concession stand lights and other lights came on as I had Dollie’s tits out fondling them. People were walking between the cars to buy snacks and go to restrooms. Dollie’s white boobs showed up like two light bulbs. We both became embarrassed. But later laughed and enjoyed hearing the comments as more people walked past my car staring inside. Too dumb or busy to cover them up.
The beginning of a life-long game of exhibitionism and fondling. I finally had a girlfriend. After that first time getting caught with Dollie’s tits out, we did it every time we went to the drive-inn movies. To have more room, we'd scoot over to the far right side of that big split bench front seat. I’d fondle the left one and leave the right boob out in the open where people could look in the window at it. After the intermission, we’d move to the back seat for privacy and more room.
This tittie touching and staring caused this young boy to have a bulge in his jeans. In fact, it got very uncomfortable. Tugging and squirming got Dollie’s attention. Copying my inquisitive nature, she began rubbing it through my jeans. She then attempted to get her hands down my pants. My belt and jeans were too tight. Being a polite nice young man, I suggested she unbuckle my belt, unsnap my jeans, and pull my zipper down. She did! Dollie had my penis out staring at it, rubbing it, and pumping it. Now we were both having fun. Or more fun!
In a short time I discovered that when a girl masturbates a young boy, ejaculation happens much quicker than doing it himself! I washed and waxed my car often. Lucky I had some polishing clothes handy. For the record we were training each other.
This became our routine every time we went to the movie…every time we went anyplace! We played with each other as we rode around in the old Dodge. We found a semi-private place on lover’s lane. This is where I’d stop when taking Dollie home from school. In fact this is where we often ended up instead of the drive-inn movie.
Our sex life was well underway. Dollie was beginning to like wearing more and more revealing clothing. Her parents were against it. But girls have ways of making skirts into mini-skirts and blouses lower, after leaving the house.
Dollie was now wearing tight sweaters and short skirts to school. Boys were beginning to notice she had boobs. I began to worry. They were asking her for dates. Lucky for me Dollie turned them all down. I’ve always wondered why she stuck with me. It’s been an exciting and sexy life together. As Dollie masturbated me more often on dates, I discovered my uncircumcised penis couldn’t handle being fully pealed back. Dollie was using two hands often and working my cock in long fast strokes. I was loving it. But after a long weekend of her working on my cock, I was sore and red most of the following week. It hurt to pee!
Of course, since she was masturbating, jiggling, and staring at my manhood, it was only fair I do the same with her honey pot. Wearing min-skirts or short shorts without panties made her c*nt easy to get to. And Dollie never stopped me, right from the beginning. In fact, she’d spread her legs wide and raise up for better access. I was thinking that little pussy was so tight I’d never be able to get my hard cock in there!
After several more dates we were both enjoying each other. We discussed intercourse and agreed we’d wait until we knew each other longer. But obviously we were already getting to know each other quite well!
Again, at the drive-inn theater, we were both going at each other hot and heavy. We admitted we both wanted to go all the way. At about the same time, we said we had a confession to make. Dollie wanted me to go first. But the gentleman I was, I insisted she told her story first.
Seems that when younger she was ****d repeatedly by one of the hired hands who worked for her oldest sister and brother-in-law at their farm. Amazingly, they held Dollie down each time, fondling her little boobs. It was painful because the man was older and she was still a virgin child.
Dollie often stayed at the farm in summers to pick tomatoes and strawberries for extra money. She had no way to leave and was ****d several more times that summer before her parents came. Dollie never told them but begged to go home. No one else ever knew what happened. This made Dollie afraid to have sex with anyone else.
Although I was older, I hardly knew what **** meant. I led a sheltered young life and things of this nature were not discussed. We both cried over this for quite some time. Brings a tear to your eye doesn’t it?
Now it was my turn to confess. When you read this you will probably laugh. As I wrote, I was not circumcised. My younger brother was. But back in the dark ages not every boy was deskinned!
I found out early on that when I masturbated I would hurt myself when pulling my foreskin too far back. Same was true when Dollie did it. For many years I was afraid if I had intercourse I would rip the foreskin off and bleed to death. Too bashful to ask anyone about this. Yes, this was the main reason I never got too involved with other girls. I was afraid kissing and hugging would lead to screwing. And it most likely would have with some of those honey girls from the rumors around school.
Dollie understood my fear and I understood hers. What would we do to find out if this fucking thing would hurt us both? Since we were in love, neither would do anything to hurt the other. Let’s find out! We did. Yes, it did hurt us both. But we also felt pleasure. I found out that a lot of foreplay would make her pussy hot and juicy. By slipping it in slowly I didn’t rip my foreskin off and didn’t bleed to death. Yes, it hurt us both like hell most of the time. But once I had it in we enjoyed every stroke.
This became the biggest part of every date after that. Sometimes we’d stop on lover’s lane for a quickie. We both went home hurting but smiling. Of course, over time, pussy’s get looser and intercourse becomes more fun. Dollie loved it when I rammed my rod to the bottom, and inside her deepest cavities. Her biggest pain was from me bouncing off and on her pubic bone. Mine was my foreskin being forced to it’s limit and more. I’d be so sore and red. Pissing hurt! Still, it never tore or bled. Oh to be young and innocent again!
Okay not really wild closet material. But trying to show how we evolved together.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

OUR BOOBY PHOTO GAMES DEVELOPED
I had been looking at girlie magazines and watching TV more. Seeing semi clad pretty girls turned me on even more since I had actually been seeing and fondling a girl. I began buying Dollie mini skirts, low blouses, halter tops, and even a few bikinis. The catch was, she had to wait until her daddy was gone to work to wear them. And be sure he was in bed when she got home.
Found out her mother was a wild and sexy thing herself. She liked seeing Dollie all dressed up like a model. You won’t believe the stories about mommy and the rest of Dollie’s family. They could fill a closet.
After seeing how boys, and men, loved seeing Dollie dressed that way we both wanted her to wear even more revealing clothing. I’d cut and reshape clothes and Dollie would sew them up. I’d coax her to adjust tops and skirts to expose more of her boobs and butt. I began adjusting her straps so a tit would accidentally slip out as she walked, bent, or moved about. This embarrassed Dollie at first and made me jealous. But the attention and compliments soon got her to agree more and more to wear less, show more.
----This designing clothes was as new to me as it was to Dollie. Most of the time I was really testing her to see how much she would actually show. I was experimenting and Dollie was a good student. I immediately got sneaky and wild. When I cut a blouse or skirt, readjusted a strap or lowered buttons, she’d try the items on. Dollie didn’t realize I was then folding hems and lengthening straps to reveal even more than when she tried the clothing on. Often she noticed after wearing something. I’d convince her that it was the way she wanted it. She would wear it with my encouragement. Our games had begun, even though we didn’t know it. They continued for our first year dating. A boob would slip out, or her bare cheeks would show, while out walking along a river or in a park. Still, it wasn’t really a game. I didn’t have a camera and we were just having fun.
---After we married, we began camping weekends. I wanted a camera to take souvenir pictures of scenic things and places where we camped. But what really created our sexy picture games were proving to my brother, his girlfriend, and a few other friends that Dollie really did dress like they sometimes saw her in revealing clothing. They just didn’t believe she’d dress like that in public or I’d let her do it! I began having her stand near statues, signs, historic buildings, and anything that proved we were in public places. Still no bare titties.
---Our tit showing got more advanced. Dollie bent over a water fountain to get a drink. A boob slipped out and I got a picture of it. At this same time, a few other young people saw what happened. The looks on their faces and comments turned us on. We repeated this several other times, waiting for a stranger to appear at just the right time. Each time I took a few pictures with my little 110 film camera.
Had trouble getting photo labs to develop the color film. So began using black and white. It was after that first real accident with Dollie’s tit slipping out for a picture that showing boobs for pictures became our hobby. This was the real beginning of our life-long infatuation for tittie pictures and our 50+ years playing booby games.
Again those same friends couldn’t believe Dollie would show her boobs in public. We’d give them proof! But, even then, our first public tittie pictures may have been in public, but no one saw Dollie’s tits. We’d take our pictures when and where no one was around. When our friends began wondering why other people weren’t in the pictures, we got even sneakier. I positioned Dollie so strangers were in the background.
Still we often talked about how kinky it was actually getting caught taking tittie pictures or just having them exposed. Soon we were actually planning and playing our first real booby games. Dollie got pissed because I’d plan a “getting caught” tittie game and we’d waste a lot of time ’getting caught’ at the right time for a few pictures. So we both agreed we’d just let her dress wild and show her stuff whenever we decided to. If someone was near, we’d have a photo shoot by signs or other things to get us caught accidentally. This ended up being much more fun. By the time that first summer was over we had many rolls of undeveloped film and nowhere to take it. Where do we take those tittie films for developing?
My dad and his friend both were doing photos for years with black and white film only. I asked about learning. Bought an old film enlarger machine and all of the supplies and dad and his buddy taught me how to make my own black and white pictures. Of course, we only supplied decent scenic film rolls for this learning process. Then, I set up my own dark room and developed our booby pictures. I did this for years with black and white photos. But I was also using colored film and scenery of any kind looks much better in color. Again no place to have them developed.
In time I was taking booby pictures with strangers near. Some saw what we were doing, some didn’t. Each time people watched they seemed to enjoy watching, many making nice comments and encouragement. Eventually we’d talk strangers into standing next to Dollie as I took topless pictures of her. This became so much fun, half of our souvenir pictures were with other people…mostly men.
Years passed and we were getting used to these booby photo shoots, with and without strangers watching or posing beside Dollie. Back then the first cheap Polaroid cameras were out. We had several of those. But film packs held only ten photos and usually one or two didn’t come out. This was expensive and awkward to handle while hiking. It wasn’t practical to carry more than a few extra film packs on trails or at the beach. Often strangers would not pose with Dollie because we were using public photo studios for developing. By using the Polaroid cameras hardly anyone refused.
One year we discovered a nude beach area in a State Park we’d gone to for many years. We’d walked naked past this dunes area many times in the past, and during this recent two week vacation. Always had a feeling we were being watched. But never realized that just beyond those small sand hills were hollowed out “blow-outs” where nudists spent afternoons in reasonable privacy. Most were locals and had an understanding that each had his or her own place. Rarely were there more than one or two people in each blow-out hole. A few couples. But mostly one or two nude men sunbathing and reading. We only found this out when a couple of guys stood up to watch Dollie and I walking naked along the beach.
The waves of Lake Michigan are sometimes strong and large. A sand bank about four feet high was formed beyond the beach at the tree and shrub line. This is where we often sunbathed so we could put our cooler and food in a small shaded area beneath a bush or small tree. Beyond this were the small natural sand dunes. We often walked along a few trails near the southern park border, near a small short river so knew the dunes were there. Had no idea this area was a well known illegal nude beach. Illegal but known by park rangers and county police. There was an agreement that the nudists would police themselves and no one was to expose himself to children or families. Since most were locals, they did a good job.
We didn’t cover up but we felt creepy as we hurried on along the edge of Lake Michigan the roughly 1/2 mile area of dunes where most of those cupped out sand holes contained male nudists. Reminded us of ground hogs raising up to take a look at us, then disappearing behind the small dune.
Somehow word of mouth circulated and many more had to take a peek as we walked by. Probably happened for years and we had no idea. Found out the few female nudists or couples remained on the beach in other secluded or little used areas. Very few women were seen by us in those blow-outs. Most that we saw anyplace put on swimsuits or covered with towels as anyone came near, including us. Likewise we always did the same when approaching others on the secluded sections of beach. Yes, Dollie often remained topless.
I’ve always been kinky and in for daring Dollie to do things. We spent several hours well beyond the State Park southern border swimming and sunbathing alone. I often mentioned it would be cool to get pictures of Dollie naked next to a few of those nude men. The more we talked about this the more she thought it was a great idea too. Me fondling her boobs and fucking her in the sand may have had something to doing with her being hot and ready to pose with naked strangers!
We went back to our RV, not stopping to see if anyone was still behind those small sand dunes. We talked more about this and made plans to go back the next morning. Dollie agreed that if some of those young nudists were there she’d pose with them. But would not take off her bottom. At this time no other man touched grown up Dollie’s tits or saw her totally naked. I really never expected her to take it all off.
Since she sometimes got pissed at me for forcing her to do kinky things, I told Dollie that it would be her who walked up and asked the men to pose with her topless. Without hesitation, Dollie agreed. Yet, we were not actually there face to face yet! Next morning Dollie put on her tiniest string bikini. The red and white candy striped one I’d bought through Frederic’s-of-Hollywood in 1957. Couldn’t buy clothes like that in Peoria, Illinois. She still wears the top to this day! Can’t find the bottom.
As soon as we got away from the area where swimmers and sunbathers were, we both undressed. I removed my tiny bikini bottom. Dollie removed her tiny top. I put them both in the small bag we carried with a few sodas and snacks. I was amazed that Dollie still was willing to do this…and do the asking. She’d already been posing topless with strangers for years. But not naked strangers!
We wandered around the tops of the first sand dunes till we saw a young man, naked as a Jay bird, sunbathing. He was about our age, mid-twenties. This was gonna be awkward. But soon after Dollie explained what we wanted he said yes, only if I used the Polaroid camera. See, I expected that. Of course I lied. I explained that we’ve been doing this for years. I told him we take tittie pictures of Dollie with strangers and trade them with other boob game friends who do the same. This seemed to convince our young friend that it may be fun. He was already getting his eyes full staring at Dollie’s boobs.
Our new partner got an immediate erection as Dollie walked up next to him. I always had one when nude in public. As he stood next to Dollie he tried to hide his face behind her and rub his hard cock on Dollie’s bare ass cheeks at the same time. This is where Dollie shocked me… and our photo partner. As he moved about trying to keep his face from view and attempting to not look too awkward, he asked us “ where should I put my hands?” Dollie, without hesitation said “anyplace you’d like!” Yea right!!!!!!
Our first ever naked booby picture partner reached around Dollie and held both tits as I tried to take a few Polaroid pictures. I couldn’t hold the camera still! As I steadied myself, waiting for a few clouds to pass, he worked her nipples and fondled Dollie’s titties. They were both loving this, by the giggles and smiles. I was loving it too.
---But I could not hold that damned camera still enough to take pictures. After I ruined a few Polaroid photos, I suggested using my 110 camera. I assured our partner that we had a special friend who does all of our film developing and no one else would see the pictures except our other booby friends.
All of this time our tittie friend was working Dollie’s titties nonstop. He spent a lot of time pulling, rubbing, and pinching her erect nipples. Speaking of erect, he was also rubbing his hard cock all over Dollie’s bare cheeks. Our first tit holding partner and what a time we had. Seems like we spent an hour or more with that first partner.
After I finally was able to steady the film camera fairly well, I couldn’t help but see how much fun Dollie was having. I love making her happy. So I would make excuses to make our photo shoots last longer. I’d pretend to focus the camera, wait for clouds to pass, have them move slightly into other positions, even have our partner move his hands for supposedly better photos.
We made so much noise that other naked men, from farther away, had been standing over the blow-out hole watching. This made getting them each to pose for more hands-on photos easy. After that, we just wandered down through the sand dunes, asking other naked men to pose with Dollie for pictures. Not all held her boobs. Not all would pose. But very few said no if I agreed to use the Polaroid camera.
These other photo shoots were done much faster so we could get as many nudists as we could that day. To this day, we can’t remember how many guys held Dollie’s titties for pictures on that first booby photo shoot day. Only a few fondled them. Most simply held her tits while I took photos. Everyone was very polite and thanked us.
We went back to the dunes nearly every afternoon for most of our two week vacation. Only a few times did we take more pictures with any of the same men. I lied again. Told them that the film didn’t come out and we needed a retake.
Yes, the first young man was one of those retakes. He was just as gentle and playful as the first time. In fact, he told us about his wife, family, and why he comes there to sunbath. It was from those booby posing nudists that we found out more about the nude beach and why it was safe.
Since I knew Dollie loved playing with my cock I was surprised she never touched any of those bare pricks beside and rubbing her ass or hips. I told her it was okay with me and encouraged her to hold them and masturbate any she wanted to. Her excuses were she was afraid it may lead to other things. She was probably right.
From that very first time of getting pictures with strangers fondling Dollie’s titties, to the present, we’ve never had a bad experience. Only once did we do something really stupid. I will tell about the two Black gay men near that river at the end of the dunes, at a later time. We were stupid for doing that game. But another happy ending.
Yes, our first tittie partners would pose with Dollie if I used the Polaroid camera, but not a film camera. So I carried both. After that first day of nudist photo shoots, I got used to having others fondle Dollie’s titties as I took pictures. To this day, I still often get nervous and shake the camera. For many years it was the 110 film camera, or a 35mm camera, for regular photos. Still, when I ran out of Polaroid film many times, young men gladly posed when I used a film camera. It was stand holding Dollie’s titties while I took some pictures or we’ll find someone who will! At that time we really had no idea what we’d do to get them developed. But having undeveloped tittie film was better than no film at all, I figured.
We had tried taking our booby film along with regular vacation films for developing. We were using Drug Stores where they did their own film developing or sent it to large studios. Some of Dollie’s female friends would develop anything. But occasionally someone else working there saw what they called indecent pictures and either deleted the tit pictures or made them come out black. Same with sending the film out. This would not do. We were missing a lot of pictures this way.
Dollie had also been taking regular color film to a small film studio for developing for years. She accidentally took a few rolls with her tittie pictures to the studio. The young man working with his father, the owner, developed and printed those pictures with Dollie’s bare boobs. He loved them and agreed to do all of our tittie pictures secretly half price. This worked out great for years. Pictures began including other people in the background, then men standing next to Dollie, and finally those men holding her boobs.
Of course, this turned-on the young photo lab guy and he offered to pose with Dollie too. He began asking her to have me take even more daring pictures. He’d mentioned porn. She was already wearing very short skirts, hot pants, and bikini bottoms in some of our vacation pictures and tittie pictures. Never took any totally nude photos but we were feeling more at ease having this young man developing our booby photos. So at least we had someplace to go.
Then we read a local newspaper story about our photo lab. Seems the young man was selling sexy girlie pictures to dirty magazines. Other women found out and reported him. Two cop friends stopped at our house and showed us some magazines with pictures of Dollie, photos, and film of ours they had picked up when they raided the studio. The film lab was closed down and our photo friend went to jail. Now most of the cops in town knew Dollie by name.
By luck colored Polaroid cameras and film were now out, as well as those very large video cameras. And Dollie finally found a local film studio where a few girlfriends worked. They now developed all of our colored film rolls. With the new system they didn’t even have to look at the pictures or film. Normally they only spot checked now and then to make sure the pictures came out. Sometimes the girls did check ours because they knew what we were photographing. Whatever came out we gladly paid for.
None of these problems exist today with digital cameras and compact movie cameras.
Now anyone can make pornographic photos or porn movies….and they do! All we wanted were booby pictures...

[ModelT-MsDollie]

TWO BLACK GAY GUYS
It was probably the second week of the vacation getting male nudists to pose with Dollie for tittie pictures at the State park along lake Michigan in the small sand dunes. We were then in our mid-twenties and two skinny horny over grown kids. We’d gotten many pictures of Dollie topless posing with maybe a dozen different naked guys around our ages that morning.
We were both in a kinky mood from the tittie fondling and talk about nudity. As we’d done many times over many summers, we were walking naked down along Lake Michigan toward the southern park boundary. We’d cross the short shallow river that spilled into the lake and continue at least ½ mile farther to a fishing pier beyond the park property. There was a small road from an area of town we didn’t know about to a small parking lot where fishermen parked. There was no special reason for ending our walks there, other than it was a long way back to the main beach and even farther to our RV site.
Well, Dollie did enjoy teasing fishermen on the pier and along the lake front in that area. She’d often remain topless, as we put our bottoms back on farther from the pier. Dollie would pose for pictures with several fishermen, usually old men. Did this for many years too. After a short visit and rest , we’d head back north.
I have no idea how far this pier was from the main swimming beach or the campground. It took from around 9 AM till just before dark to walk all the way to the pier and back to our RV. Of course, we’d stop to swim, sunbath, have sex, play games, and relax. Most of the time we were alone. We’d meet the occasional hiker and lone sunbather. We had always felt as if we were being watched for years. We soon learned there were often voyeurs along the dunes and brush lined dunes areas. Probably often were watched! You know the feeling. We used them to our advantage later, as we got more used to exhibitionism.
But this story is about two black gay men. The southern border of the park was perhaps a ¼ mile south of the small river. That ¼ mile section away from the beach was off limits and an overgrown restoration area. Back on the north side of the little river there is a trail that follows the river to a marsh area where it begins. The trail interconnects with other trails that go through the woods all the way back to the main picnic areas of the park. There are parking lots with trails from each to the lake front. These don’t begin until north of the sand dunes areas.
All of this area is for families and kids to hike. Both sides of the small river there is very little brush until well into the marshy areas. This river sometimes stops before Lake Michigan during drier times when the waves create a natural dam. Likewise, there are times we had to go into the lake and swim around the mouth of the fast moving river to the other side. Got the picture?
As we were walking back toward the main beaches and campground we could see two black men on the trail perhaps 350 feet from the Lake Front, on the north side of the river. Both were naked and right out in the open. One man was very tall and big. Not fat, muscular and large. Dollie said his cock was 12” long. She still says that but I don’t think so! The other black man was smaller built with maybe a 6” prick. The little guy was sucking and masturbating the big dude! In the open, where kids, families, and us could see them! Not a good thing and not a safe thing if there were kids around. Stuff like that causes nude beaches to be shut down!
I was still naked and Dollie topless, wearing a small bikini bottom. When those two men saw us looking toward them, they ducked back into the under brush. We crossed the river and continued down the beach. Dollie kept talking about that big black cock! Now I don’t want to be braggin. But my very own hard-on was about midway between those two numbers I mentioned.
Yep, I did it again. As we walked farther away, I dared Dollie to go back and ask them to pose for tittie pictures with her. I reasoned that if she did she’d get a close up look at that large black cock. Dollie had never seen one this large, or many black pricks. So she was all for this adventure.
I figured they’d be long gone by then anyway. But they were still there! I told Dollie we’d be sneaky and sneak up to where they had been. Maybe we’d catch them in the act again. We did! We were both sneaky and we did catch the little guy sucking that big prick! They had moved slightly off the narrow trail into a small opening beside the trail. But we were there before they could stop or cover up. Actually this cock sucking thing was a first for both of us to see. Sort of funny. The little guy put on his underwear but the big man didn’t. Dollie was getting her eyes full of large black cock! Remember, I was also naked and Dollie wearing only a tiny bikini bottom. Sort of an awkward situation.
--- But Dollie was a trouper. She explained why we were there and asked the two black gay guys to pose holding her titties for some photos. Both men were friendly and loved the idea. First the big dude with the large cock held Dollie’s boobs as I took some 110 film photos. They didn’t care what kind of camera I had or even if I had one. They just wanted to play with white tits! Actually Dollie’s boobs were golden brown from a great sunbathing summer.
---The big guy had that cock all over Dollie’s body: rubbing her hips, thighs, ass cheeks, even between her legs from the rear. I took way more pictures of him and Dollie than I needed. But the little guy, with his underwear on, was shy. The big man and us had to beg him to stand next to Dollie with the bigger man on the other side. The big dude wasn’t shy. His hands were on Dollie’s tits almost nonstop, squeezing and rubbing them. All three of us had to walk the little man through the photo shoot. Had to beg him to hold a tit and stand next to Dollie rather than behind her. We also begged him to remove or pull his underwear down. When he didn’t Dollie did! This was another surprise. She didn’t touch his prick. But had his pants down to his knees for a few pictures.
I can’t remember if I was in any of those photos or not. Been so long ago and we were extra nervous. Still, those two men were very gentle and polite. By this time, it was beginning to get dark out and we had a long walk. Those black men offered to drive us back to our RV. They weren’t parked too far away in the last parking lot on the park drive. Race or color had nothing to do with it. We just didn’t feel safe riding with two strangers in this secluded area of the park. We did walk with them to where they were parked, thanked each other again, and walked down the park road to the campground.
This way was partially lighted and shorter than following the beach and walking from the main park to our RV. As we walked alone in the moonlight, we questioned what we’d just done. Again, it wasn’t who we played the game with, but where. We had always had an escape route or knew where other people were in case we needed to yell or run. Not that time. This is a very isolated remote area where few people go, even during afternoons. But everything worked out fine, again.
Later that evening, we were in for a surprise. As we often do, we took a walk through a section of the campground after we ate. Since we’d walked a lot already that day, we decided on a short walk down a nearby loop we hadn’t been down lately. At the end of that loop, sitting beside an RV, were those two black men and their families. We did what we do when we pass other campers, we waved and walked on by. Actually, we often stop and visit awhile. But didn’t think this time was such a good idea! I do believe we were all surprised.
Next morning we were driving into town or taking a ride. Out of curiosity I drove down that loop. Two campsites were empty, including the one where we’d seen those men. I stopped and read the campground passes which they had left behind. In fact, I kept one of them. We now knew who they were and where they lived. Didn’t matter. Never used that information.
Fast forward to after we retired to Florida. Sometime between 1998-2002 we camped up there again. No nudists and no one seemed to know anything about nude sunbathing in the park. Bummer. This sometimes happens. Perhaps self policing didn’t prevent public indecency. Never found out.
But we were in for another surprise as we drove around through the campground. At the end of that same short loop, same place, was an RV with the big black guy walking around near it! A lot of years had passed, we were sure this was the same man! I wanted to stop this time. But what would we say? If it were the same man, would he remember us? Perhaps he would have loved to reminisce about a brief meeting so many years ago. But then again, the gay part of our meeting might not be something he’d want to remember. We knew that both men had wives and kids. Both men loved titties.
I’m not gay so don’t understand being part gay! I’ve never had a man suck my cock and don’t believe I ever will. But it might be fun. I do know for sure, I’ll never be a cocksucker!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

OUR FIRST FLASHIN GAMES
---We were teenagers in love. Actually the first few years that MsDollie flashed, they were not games. I talked her into wearing more and more revealing clothes. Eventually she loved it. I then convinced and tricked her into letting a strap down, a few buttons unhooked, or her boobs half out the bottom or top of her halter tops. Those were popular back in the late 50's-60's. They were basically a bra made of material different than undergarments, often matching shorts or skirts. Seems like many women and girls wore halter tops back then.
---They were great for showing lots of tittie and for accidental flashing. We started out by going for picnics and walks along the local rivers and parks. I'd adjust a top so more tit showed at the top or sides. Finally I'd get Dollie to wear them with nearly half of her small boobs hanging out from the bottom of her tops. Dollie didn't even realize many times how much tit was showing until people walking toward us stared and commented. Being a young teen, Dollie was lovin the attention she got from me and others.
After that, it was easy to convince Dollie to wear even less in the way of tops and hot pants or mini skirts. Being outside in the warm weather and having many positive comments made playing tit showin games more fun as time went by.
Still it wasn't for several more years that she actually flashed or exposed the entire tittie in public, other than at the drive-in movies. As you see, our games were a work in progress.
For some reason I became obsessed with boobs and often dreamed of having some of my own. When I told Dollie this, she let me use hers as if they were part of me. I was actually dressing her and playing games the way I would have done myself. Do I need medical help?

[ModelT-MsDollie]

More of how we evolved with our booby playin games----------(.)(.)
--- I was a trucker but drove only from plant to plant for a large Company. The advantage was that on a regular route I got to know many truckers and local towns people. At this time there were many small factories in cities I traveled between that employed women. A famous sweeper company, a company that made oven proof dishware, etc. ( all now inferior crap made in China )
---I ran different routes and different shifts over a period of many years. Both I 80 and I 55 in Illinois were two main roads I traveled. It is said these are the crossroads of America. And it seems as though I met ever trucker in the USA, who traveled all States, at least a time or two.
---Once on a route, it didn’t take long to meet CB friends and coffee stop friends. It also wasn’t difficult to get the women to show skin if polite yet persistent. A small scale version of today’s internet. For years, I would get to see Judy’s legs up to her crotch, Suzie’s boobs, etc. Often these were carpools with vehicles full of ornery women.
---We even had a few annual picnics in some local parks for many C B friends and other truckers. Even though I had coffee and sometimes fondled a few gals, I always took Dollie with me to the picnics. She was always anxious to meet the new gals who teased me or met in rest areas or truck stops. Even back then, I bragged about Dollie's titties. Everyone looked forward to seeing her again in one of her very low tops. Most of us had nothing too bad to hide. For the most part, the majority were just C B friends who shared a few minutes as us drivers passed though town. And being allowed only 15 minutes break, nothing serious ever happened. At least that’s how I remember it.
---There were hundreds----There was Ramrod, the tanker driver, his wife Lady Windsong, Paper lady who was out early every morning delivering newspapers. Mailman, using a pick-up to transport mail between smalltown Post offices, and a guy everyone loved, blind and handicapped, always there in foul weather to help us thru, good ole Foxfire.
---Remember the song about Teddybear? You wouldn’t believe the funeral they had when Foxfire passed away. I could have gotten fired, but I went off route and followed a convoy of drivers to the edge of the tiny cemetery where we parked along the shoulder, protected by local Police.
--- But, it wasn’t just my CB friends who made my truckin job exciting. It was those random flashers and exhibitionists pulling up next to my truck and showing off. Every type of sex act and position to display male and female body parts was normal…Winter and Summer. Those long cold Illinois Winters made for rare views. But this just made those times when it did happen more exciting. Even many of those passing four-wheelers and female truckers also traveled the highways regularly, putting on their shows for lucky truckers. It just was a stroke of luck to be in the right places at the right times. But, that’s where the old CB came in handy. Many got to know when I and other drivers were in the area and would give us a holler on the CB radio. “Breaker Model T this is Candy lips.. I’m coming up to milepost 101”.
---I’d tell MsDollie about the latest show that I had the pleasure of watching. She didn’t always totally believe some of the kinky stories. But other drivers from the Company, people at those picnics, and seeing for herself after buying a pick-up truck, she became more interested in those flashin and sex games.
--- For years she had already been posing for tittie pictures in public places. Just the type where it looked accidental. As she got braver and more daring showing her own tits and ass, she began flashing truckers when we were in our cars, pick-up, and later our motor home.
---Riding in the motor home was the best thing that could have happened. Now we were up higher and MsDollie was getting views of what I had been describing. Men masturbating as they passed. Couples having sex or gals giving oral sex. And yes, many tit flashers. All I was interested in was getting MsDollie to flash her boobs or go topless when out on the open roads. In a very short time, seeing how much truckers and others seeing her bare boobs got thrilled, she did it without my asking.
---Only a few times were scary. In Wisconsin, we were headed from camp to Kenosha for a day at the beach and tit games. Not even sure what I was driving. Was a Ford Torino wagon or a Ford pick-up back then. Both bright red. As soon as we left the campground and small towns, MsDollie removed her tiny bikini top. A young guy in a pick-up spotted her bare breasts. Naturally, she teased him and hung them up at or out of the passenger side window. Soon we were on a four lane and he stayed right next to us. Fine till we got into town and traffic. Others got pissed at him in left lane driving slow beside us. By this time I purposely had slowed down in hopes he would go on. He was waving and weaving and causing traffic problems. I don’t remember what he was saying but was motioning us to pull over different places. I took rights, lefts, etc, to ditch him. Seems like he always met me at the next intersection.
--- Hard to hide with a bright red vehicle and a blonde. For some reason her and I both panicked . I couldn’t loose him and we were getting close to the beach. Probably would have been fine to just park someplace crowded and wander to the Lakeside. With a few more years of experience that’s what we would have done. But back then it was just show and go. Nobody got more than a few quick glances and either they or I was gone down the road. That day, instead of going directly to the pier and beach, I took a random tour of town. I don’t know if he got tired of chasing us, was late for work, or I actually lost him.
---Sort of stopped the tit flashin from the cars for awhile. I also remember getting stopped by Cops when MsDollie was going through a small town topless. Lucky she was wearing a tiny tube top pulled down to her waist. It was light in color and convinced the Cop he didn’t see what he thought he saw! Which he actually did!
This was MsDollie’s basic training in the fine art of mobile tit flashing. Whenever the kids weren’t with us, she practiced often and got rather good. There were many boob showing games to and from camp and the lakes or parks. Always a cheap thrill for all involved. Next, I will get into long distance flashing and motor home teasin games.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

WHY A MOTOR HOME ? (.)(.)
---A clean story-----How and why we ended up buying a class "A" motorhome.
Yes, I was a trucker. From the cab of a semi every vehicle below was a window to many things. Being a hot blooded male, I was mostly interested in bare female body parts. Lucky for me, I was driving a truck during the most popular times of the miniskirt and hotpants days. And females of every age seemed to wear low blouses and other tittie showing tops. Why the clothing trends changed as people got wilder is unknown. It's rare to see skin in a vehicle today. And we've noticed the past few years most truckers no longer even look. In these modern times many gals dress like men or slobs. Makes for less fun for truckers and girl watchers today. And since I am rarely politically correct, don’t remember looking down into cars seeing a bunch of fatass slobs like now.
--- My story begins this time during MsDollie’s young tit teasing days. We had already been practicing tit games at beaches, bars, and other public places for years. Showing a quick tit shot from our car or truck was easier and had been done occasionally from our first times together. These car flashes were from a distance in only a few seconds or minutes usually. It was standing right in front of men that first bothered and embarrassed Dollie. As time passed, I'd pace myself to keep those in other cars and semis beside us much longer.
---This mobile tit flashin took special skills. Dollie had to raise up and sometimes sit farther forward to really show em. After Dollie got more into it, she’d hold, squeeze, or jiggle her boobs for male motorists. All of this brought many reactions. Drivers would reach out windows, as if trying to grab a boob. Stick their tongue out with licking motions, blow kisses, and other kinky guy reactions. Sometimes fun, sometimes dangerous and scary. Usually making Dollie hot which caused her to tease more. We also found out that it was more difficult for her to be seen with certain vehicles we drove.
---The games got easier and more fun as years passed. As Dollie realized all these kinky games actually happened with others, and truckers enjoyed seeing female flesh, Dollie wanted to please and tease like I was getting pleased and teased almost daily while on the road. It’s true, one nice view of some boobs, nice leg shot, or the occasional beaver shot, made my day. No matter how cold, hot, or busy I was, the visions of pretty gals flashed in my head the rest of the day.
---Had many RV’s from tents on up. Eventually we had a fifth wheel RV with matching Ford super cab truck. Being a trucker, this was the ideal camping rig. But life is not always ideal. We lived at end of a block long Cul-de-Sac . Couldn’t drive to the house and swing around because the circle was too small. Rubbed the tires turning and manuvering. No problem for a big time pro trucker! HA. But not good on the running gear. So I’d back down the narrow street. This was old neigborhood with old neighbors. On the opposite side of street every other house shared a driveway then it widened to the garages. This meant most parked along curb during days. Still no big deal backing between cars.
---But always something to screw up life. Those old women would often back out of their drives and start down the street as I was backing toward our drive. Like ya know they could see that big white RV taking up the entire lane. Wouldn’t ya think they would just pull back into their drive to wait for me to pass? Not senile old women! They’d drive right up behind my trailer as I was backing. Then they’d honk.
---It became a standoff. Sometimes I would explain how it would be so easy if they just went into their drive or the nearest one as I backed on in. Like they understood? Usually I would go back out to the T-corner that passed the entrance and drive a mile back around. Line up, hoping someone didn’t come around either end of the curved T road, then do my back up thing again, hoping another old fart wasn’t going to go to get her hair done or buy a quart of milk.
---Therefore, we worried every Sunday, as we headed home from camping, how much trouble getting in our yard would be. Regretably we sold that rig and bought a year old motor home. Ended up being the best of all worlds. Eventually we towed a car to wander around instead of the pickup truck we used with other RV's. I could drive right down the deadend and later unhook the car to drive it to work. I was able to turn motor home around another day so we were ready to hook and go again. And I just realized I don’t recall anyone backing out to leave anytime after that.
---After buying that class “A” motor home we both realized we were now getting the same view as the cabover and conventional semis I was driving. Plus more. The large windshield and front side windows made for perfect flashing for Dollie. Still more: in the rear I converted the wrap around table-seating area to a permanent bed. There was a large picture window in rear and two large slider windows on each rear side. It was like a large showroom when curtains were opened. And we took advantage of this. Another plus, along the rest of each side were waist high windows. This thing was a rolling display when Dollie was topless or nude, standing near any of the windows.
---She would be on her knees on the rear bed when she wanted to tease. Which she did often when kids were not with us.The advantage of fooling around at the back was drivers behind could remain there for greater lengths of time. And many did! Dollie simply laid down if necessary. To make this even better, we met several others, especially biker babes, who told similar flashing stories while traveling with their motor homes. Always nice to know we aren’t the only perverts playing around on the road.
---Next some motor home games and how they happened.----------- I’ll leave you with a laugh. When the kids were young they had a toy stuffed monkey which looked sort of real from a distance. They loved laying on the rear bed out of sight, holding and wiggling the monkey as cars pulled up behind.
---------------Thinkin back, maybe this is where we got the idea for our flashin games. Dollie was monkeying around too! (.)(.)

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Motorhome games
--- For our first few years plus some short trips with our motor home we didn’t tow a car behind. This enabled vehicles to pull right up close behind it. Our first campouts were weekends close to home. At this time in our lives, we were able to get away without kids. The two boys were on their own and our daughter often stayed with girlfriends. We’d then watch the other girls so those parents could get away. Somehow we now had an entire Summer week to ourselves. This camping trip was about 100 miles West along the Mississippi River. From where we lived we could go two different ways to the State Park along the River. The Great River Road, as it is called, was being reconstructed along with modern bridges. &
--- On the way over Dollie flashed a few men in cars and a few truckers. But it was the 11 miles or so up the River Route where we had our first real flashin fun with the new motorhome. Pinpointing the area, Ft Madison and Keokuk, Iowa were the two cities on the other side of this Illinois route. This was a favorite fantasy game location for many previous years.
---Both sides of the River had many special game areas we were familiar with. Even had friends we often met to share games. Dollie probably was wearing hot pants and a revealing top. Perhaps a halter top. (For you younger members, a halter top was much like a bra or bikini top, with cups or half cups, not as lacy and frilly as a bra.) Basically her boobs were always half exposed and ready to show more.
---This was a very narrow twisting road with mostly steep banks on the East side, right down to the edge of paving. On the West was the Mississippi River, sometimes only feet away, other times with small parks and pull offs with campers and fishermen often there. This time there were many stretches of one lane and zigzag short detours with construction equipment and workers. Flaggers and laborers were standing in the roadways and on the edges. Many new bridges were in various states of construction alongside the old ones. From what I remember, Dollie was standing at a cabinet area about midway in the motor home as I stopped for flaggers on a one way section. Her arms were raised as she reached for something in the cabinet. This would have put her tits in full view of those men standing only feet from the motor home. A few whistled or yelled to Dollie. Most likely she teased by squeezing or wiggling her titties. And the games began.
---One of us realized we had a great opportunity to play some tittie showin games. This was before they used portable walkie talkies or radios to signal when the road was clear. So each new laborer got a complete surprise. Right after we realized the first men liked what they saw, Dollie’s top was off and she was in full teasin mode for the next 11 miles. Sometimes only one flagger and maybe a few laborers were close by staring. Other times there were perhaps 25 or more in a group. Of course, the more guys waving and yelling, the more fun we were having.
---This was while in our late 30’s. Motorhomes were still rare in the Mid-West in late 70’s plus ours had two bright orange wide stripes down each side. Also I had painted words MODEL T with a picture of one on rear spare tire cover. Like trying to hide in a tank with flashing lights on top.
---That first trip up to the campground was a complete surprise to the construction crews. But since we were not towing a car, we used the motor home to roam around most every day. I could see the workers getting into better viewing positions as I drove slowly through construction zones.
---Making this week even more exciting, I’d pull off into most small parking areas and we would wander down to the river bank to visit fishermen. Since there was often heavy equipment parked nearby, and I worked where much of it was made, I took pictures of Dollie standing near it. After normal working hours, construction men would come to watch. They begged and helped Dollie climb up on and into large crawler tractors, graders, etc. to pose, usually, for topless pictures. Wearing loose legged short shorts often made for bonus peeks for men helping Dollie up a step or tractor track.
---We were learning as we played. I soon talked her into changing to a micro-mini-skirt for even better viewing. No problem. Dollie was enjoying every second and the motor home was full of sexy clothes. The next stop along the River Road was even better. We decided to tease a large group of construction men working below one of the old bridges. Remember, tiny top, micro-mini.. that’s all. Walking along and standing along the edge of the bridge with those men not far directly below, Dollie had to do nothing much. But to make things more visible, and to tease even more, standing with legs spread, sometimes foot up on a lower rail, made for showing pink! Of course leaning over the rail with titties slipping out turned these games into all-out Strip type shows.
---We spent many afternoons during the week playing these new games at other newly built or old bridges with sometimes 30 to 50 men looking up. And others along the way in the construction areas. There were often times I was stopped in traffic for what seemed forever with men standing right at the window where Dollie sat or stood. Often they would even talk kinky to her. These times caused us both to become nervous. Whatever our previous camping plans had been, to fish, site see, or just relax, these games now consumed the entire two weekends and week.
---Only once did we almost get into trouble. During a very long time standing on a bridge above laborers, showin everything, a foreman or crew chief walked up on the bridge and warned us we were causing disruption of work and creating a work hazard. After explaining things, he complimented Dollie and asked us to please stop teasing the men. We then went back to teasing fishermen and campers along the Mississippi River, away from the highway and roadwork. By now, her clothing of choice was always a micro-mini, halter top, bikini top, or low tank top.
---We also continued taking pictures near heavy equipment when crews were not there during evenings. Still, one or two men always seemed to show up while Dollie stood on backside of large tractors, out of view of roadway, topless. I was amazed how willingly she let them help her up on those very large pieces of equipment, most times using their hands to assist her in, out, and on. Hands that usually were pushing on her bare ass, as they looked directly at and into her spread pussy. This proved to be a very exciting two weekends and full week of nonstop exhibitionism. Of course, many of those games were away from the motorhome. But it was the motorhome that many men remembered and attracted them to our latest location.
---We also learned how well people could see in the windows and how much fun this mobile teasin could be. In our car or pickup, it was only a peek at Dollie’s boobs that others could see. We later learned that she could easily stand naked or pull her skirt up to show more to truckers from the motorhome. On her knees on the rear bed, she could display her front down to the waist or turn rearward and show her ass or pussy. Dollie did this part only after being followed long distances by men who honked, waved, and let her know they were enjoying her tittie shows.
---For years we played these traveling skin games, always having a good time. Yet there was that feeling we were being nasty perverts until we began attending bike events with the motorhome. Surprisingly, it was other women who first asked Dollie and I about flashing from the RV. Seems as though many of them were doing the same for years. One gal at the biker camp, with a motor home, even mentioned hanging her complete upper body out as she passed truckers. This woman actually said a few truckers grabbed a feel of her boobs. Altho a bit farfetched, and dangerous, I see no reason she would have lied. She was a nudist, loved swapping with men or women, and was often naked at the campground.
---At Bike Rallies and related events it was common to see a flasher, nudist, or beaver exhibitionist. Still only a small group actually see it happen. Rarely people see women doing this other places. Even with thousands of women in attendance at some major Bike Events, the number of women wearing revealing clothing or flashing is relatively rare. Bikers, male and female, love seeing other women dressed sexy, even showing skin. But how many guys do we really know who let their partner even dress with a little flesh exposed. Members here are the minority.
---We’ve met many gals who say they’d flash and wear revealing clothing if their boyfriend or husband didn’t b*tch so much when they mentioned it. Sadly, many of these women are beautiful with great boobs. Both them and their partner are missing some exciting and fun times in their lives. Keep it all covered up and let it go to waste! I know it’s there. Others know it’s there. Be proud and show us what’s there! Seems like also it’s those skinny gals with no boobs, or store bought boobs, who people drool over. Many times Dollie has been told “women over 40 don’t dress like that!“. So far, I’ve never seen it written in stone.
---You only pass through this world once. You say you are religious….The good Lord knows you’ve got em too. He designed you that way. If tits were only created for nursing, they’d dried up just like the milk. If your pussy was created only to reproduce, it wouldn’t be so darned cute. At least that’s how I think about this.
---As I write a story, I try to add helpful hints and ideas, hoping just one couple who reads them tries just a few games. In this case, on this site, we realize many of you young couples are already playing games we didn’t try till later in life. Congratulations and keep having fun.
--- Just realize things are different today. Not as safe, more surveillance equipment and cell phones, more violent criminals watching and stalking. Also keep in mind, if you accidentally show skin, you can usually talk your way out of trouble.
---Gals. no matter what you drive or ride in, show some skin now and then. It will put a smile on someone’s face. And a lump in their pants.