Imagine seeing this vision through the eyes of a 13 year old. There's a pretty blonde in a cleavage revealing black polka dot bikini. She's as cute, maybe cuter than Sandra Dee and has natural breasts the size of some melon head's cranium.
And she's about to show them off for you. The top comes off…very slowly…very methodically…in this backyard version of a striptease. Frisbees aren't nearly as big as her areolas. You get the idea she's done this tit-thing before for the many drunks, errant husbands, young lads and Peeping Toms in the neighborhood. With a bottle of tanning oil she begins lathering her jetties.
After which she rises quite deliberately from her chaise lounge. She turns her back to you and methodically draws the strings on her bottoms. She slides delicately out of them to reveal the most perfectly round ass in creation. Her cheeks also receive a generous application of oil, and they glint in the afternoon sun. Was a moon over Miami ever as glorious? The blonde's ass and magnificent breasts are almost blindingly white against the rest of her deeply enriched body which has seen more than a few days in the great outdoors.
She's Linda the Sunbather, and you know this because that's the title of this little black and white 8mm home movie, which you've just shelled out a dime to see. It cost a nickel to see Linda's boobs and another nickel to see the rest of her: a two-parter, no intermission. Running time, maybe three minutes altogether.
Of course this was 1960 when a dime meant something. I could have spent it on two packs of Topps baseball cards and been disappointed yet again in my quest for the elusive Mickey Mantle but chose to blow it on Linda. I hope she appreciated that as she gave me her little hoochie coochie show. If I had known anything about jacking off and how to do it in public discreetly, I probably would have.
I loved the neon honky tonk of penny arcades and their aroma. The smell of a penny arcade on a summer night by the ocean was as distinctive as walking in a consumer electronics store today and taking a deep inhale. The whiff of metal colliding with electricity, probably. You can't exactly put your finger on it, but you know that smell. Like when your computer's hard drive shorts out.
The night I met Linda I became an unrepentant junkie to all this sensory overload. My old man had just given me twenty bucks - an awful lot of dough in those days - as a reward for a great year in school and I was determined to spend every nickel and dime of it once I had discovered Linda.
You shoulda seen Atlantic City before all the crappy casinos. There was the giant Steel Pier, the diving horse which didn't exactly dive and at least 4 miles of cheesy memento shops, restaurants, art deco-style hotel fronts, movie theaters, amusement rides, and at least a half dozen penny arcades.
I hit all the arkies that night and the next night once I discovered there was more to these amusement halls than pinball baseball games and shooting Jap planes out of the sky from a pretend submarine.
Linda introduced me to her friends. There was the chubby faced Terry Higgins. Bettie Page who wouldn't stop dancing. Gwen Caldwell showing off her million dollar legs. Virginia "Ding-Dong" Bell who wouldn't stop smiling. Carol Dean. Iris Bristol. Mickey Jines. Pamela Green.
So much pulchritude to turn your young impressionable head, it wasn't safe. Yet there was one babe who stood out from all the rest. Even as a kid I had the instincts to know that bombshell Betty Brosmer was the babe of all babes. The Wop boppa-lu a whop bam boom of pin-up babes.
Except Betty wouldn't come cheap like the rest. Her movies could be found in the Steel Pier's adjunct arcade - on a 21 inch viewing screen, no less, because hers were 16mm full blown epic pin-up spectacles and needed a large screen to be appreciated. But it would cost you a quarter to get a peep. Hence the term, peep show.
I swear I saw Betty naked, although Brosmer, who eventually married physical fitness titan Joe Weider claims she never did nudity. Though I beg to differ. I was there in Atlantic City that night. I saw titty. I saw Betty fanny.
In fact, I had the rare opportunity of debating the issue with the legendary Betty Brosmer when I met her and Joe at a barbecue a couple of years ago. www.adultfyi.com/read.php?ID=35083
Apparently we share mutual friends, but her nudity didn't seem like an appropriate subject to bring up, all things considered. So I let it go.
One thing you gotta hand to Betty Brosmer/Betty Weider, though. Even as a young pin-up model she had the smarts to know that content was everything and she reserved rights to all her photos and glamour loops and probably made a mint selling them mail order.
So it's with all these long gone and forgotten babes of yesteryear, that we try to relive their glories and dedicate their memory through our Video Babe of the Day feature on Adult Cyber Mart,www.adultcybermart.com/VideoDayArchives.html
Who knows? Maybe years from now you'll be waxing nostalgic over the naked September Carrino or a Shay Laren, and some young punk wiseass will be looking at you with a smirk and going, who?
