Sorry, a few of these early stories have been added elsewhere.
Ch #2
Story #1 TITTIES AND SAND.
Story #2 BOOB BOUNCIN BARBARA
Story #3 Men sunbath too
Story #4 The little trails
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#1 TITTIES AND SAND
I've already mentioned seeing lots of titties while climbing up and down the sand dunes. This was especially convenient for exhibitionists like Dollie. Most everyone else already saw titties on their own girlfriends, wives, and mothers when they 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.
I remember very few exposed pussys while climbing the sand dunes. I'm sure it 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.
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.
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 ooz up and bounce out.
In the 30 plus 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 rape, 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.
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Story #2 BOOB BOUNCIN BARBARA
Probably a Saturday morning in July. Company vacation shutdown and we were in the dunes camping on vacation. Early 60's with an old Army style wall tent and just the basics to keep dry and covered. A cheap air mattress, our Coleman lantern, and a couple of ice chests for basic foods. This was real camping in the good old days.
We 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, both passing us and also coming from the other direction.
There she was, big boob bouncing Barbara, jogging toward us still 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 were exposed above my bikini. It was soon aiming skyward in a long crescent moon or banana shape. Sort of aiming toward my belly.
