I have been an avid fan of watching skirts blowing up in a fun house since I was a teenager and discovered it at Aladins Castle in Riverview park in Chicago. In 1967 I went to New york to see the famous blow hole theater in Steeplechase park only to discover they had closed it 3 years earlier.Recently I have gone to Oktoberfest in Munick Germany where they still wear dresses and have air jets in fun houses.I would love to hear stories from women who were victums or observers or participants in this vinue.

I'll start the ball rolling:
At Oktoberfest there is an elaborate funhouse called Irregatten. It is a 2 story large structure where the people enter and go up a stairway to the 2nd floor where there are 2 large rooms filled with distorted mirrors,exiting the 2nd floor, they come to a walkway with a series wooden stump that move up & down forcing them to hold tothe railings while navagating to the bottom. At the bottom there is a powerful air jet which seldom fails to take their skirts over their heads. Then a series of bolders on a shallow pond where once again they get blasted. finally they come down a moving conveyor on to an air grate and ther is an attendant who helps the women in skirts by hlding their hand as they go down the conveyor ( to keep them from falling. Unfortunately with the pretty women in skirts, He forgets to let go of their hands at the end of the conveyor and turns them with their backs to the large cheering croud stand there with there dresses over their heads and the croud cheering and laughing. Some of the women having seen what is about to happen, will refuse the help of the attendant and carefull hold their skirt while navagating the air grate, but as soon as they turn to go to the next section, the most powerful blast of all catches them unaware.Since it is Oktoberfest many of the women wear the traditional outfit which has a very full skirt. I remember one blond woman who was incredibly attractive going thru an sidestepping all but the last jet. She was wearing a white thong and when her dress went over her head, there must have been 50 men yelling and cheering. When she turnd back to look at the croud she realized that not only had the had an incredible view of her incredible ass, but some of the onlooker had been filming her embarrasment.

Please share your stories.

There are quite a few large travelling fairgrounds in the UK, which have different types on funhouses. Most of these will feature places, where you either have to walk over a grating with an up draught, or be frightened by a noisy, cold blast of air, from holes in the floor which are almost invisible. Although it's 'slacks in the winter', during the summer, most women, including myself, prefer dresses or skirts. Most fairground rides these days are too frightening for middle-aged women, so on a 'girls day at the fair', my friends and I always make for the more traditional ones. A funhouse is always a good laugh, and whether you are stumbling and screaming through the dark passages of a Haunted Castle or trying to keep your balance on a moving walkway, having your skirt blown up is all part of the fun. I visit friends in France, and we have been to fairgrounds on a number of occasions, where funhouses (Palais Du Rire) always have surprises for unsuspecting women. There are lots of examples of the existence of such funhouses both in the UK and France to be found on YouTube, Photobucket and other such sites. Surely a country as big as America must have some traditional travelling funhouses?

First of all, I love your attitude. In the U.S. there are still some traveling funhouses that have air jets but practically no one weares dresses anymore. Its either shorts or slacks.I blame Cathern Hepburn for this since she introduced wearing slacks in movies back in the 40's.Weither a woman is standing over an air jet or just walking around, I think women look much sexier in a dress. The ocasion of a dress being blown up in a funhouse is so rere in the U.S., that I traveled to Munick Germany for Oktoberfest just to watch skirts getting blown up in a great funhouse they have there.Many of the women there wear the traditional Bavarian garb to Oktoberfestand over the 14 days it runs over 100,000 people go through the funhouse. The best part is a long conveyor that ends over a powerful air vent. The attendant help the young ladies by holding their hands while transversing the quickly moving conveyor,forgetting to let go when they are over the vent often turning them so everyone gets a great view of both front and back. Any stories you care to share with us?

The most famous U.S. funhouse by far was Steeplechase or blow hole theater which closed in 1964.It was located in Cony Island in Ney York city. It was a large enclosed structure and the most popular ride was the mechanical horses wich reced around the outside of the building. The exit from the ride was a large well lit stage with numerious hidden air jets. At the exit were a migit clown and a dwarf. they would hold the womans hadns as she stepped over the blowhole (air jet). should she try to hold her skird down, a shock from a cattle prod like wand would shock her into letting go of her skirt. There was seating for 2-300 people in an auditorium right after the exit. Sometimes the woman's escort would tip off the clown that she wasn't wearing underwear. At which point she got special attention. They would hold her arms spinning her around and around over the blowhole giving everyong in the audience a great 360 degree view. You can go on the internet & enter blowhole theater to see a youtube clip.

Blackpool had the largest and most famous funhouse in the UK. It was destroyed by fire in the eighties, but I remember it well. I used to go with a group of friends on day trips to Blackpool and a visit to the Pleasure Beach, wasn't complete without spending some time in the Funhouse.
You entered through a dark passage onto a moving walkway between barrels that looked as if they may fall on you. The end of the walkway brought you on to a stage in front of a seated audience. As you stepped off the walkway an attendant in what looked like a crow's nest above the main hall, would blow your skirt up with air jets hidden in the floor. There were a number of moving obstacles which you had to go through. As you made your way back and fourth, holding on to keep your balance, each time you approached the the front of the stage your skirt would get blown up. There were lots of things in the main hall, a massive slide was my favourite, you could spend hours in the funhouse without getting bored.
I still see a couple of my friends from the past, and although we live a long way from Blackpool, we still enjoy a day out at the big annual funfair that visits our area. We're still just as mad as ever and are firm believers in 'middle-aged girl power'!

Steeplechase park Coney Island was the greatest place for girl watchers.I enjoyed it on a regular basis for 43 years.
From the moment of entry inside the park, if you wore a skirt, it was going up over your head.Like looking in revolving mirrors,walking on the ramp to the parachute jump, the human pool table exit and many others not to mention the blowhole theater. This was presided over by three clowns, numerous air holes,floor blower gratings and an electric prod on a long cord to coax timid women to relax their grip of their skirt. The show lasted around 75 years until 1964. The memories are priceless.

Do you remember the first time you had your skirt blown up in a funhouse and could you share your reaction and a description of the event with us? Please!

In my mid teens, shortly after leaving school, I worked in the bindery of a printing company as a junior. My two best friends at that time were Lynn and Anne who were also juniors at the same firm.
Our first trip to Blackpool, as a group without parents, was on a day out on the August bank holiday. My parents weren't into fairgrounds and any of my previous childhood visits were usually spent on the beach. So I couldn't wait to get to the amusement park, the famous Pleasure Beach.
After going on the roller coaster and quite a few rides, we thought we would try the Caterpillar. None of us knew quite what it did, but there was a large group of boys stood watching it, and it was just about to start so we dashed on and jumped in the only empty carriage. The lad came and took our money and we were off. Girls of our age liked to show off and as we started to move there was quite a bit of giggling going on. As it picked up speed a sudden rush of wind from under the carriage sent our summer skirts up in our faces. This happened in three or four places on the ride and we realised why the groups of boys were there.
When the green canopy came over, we all tried to gather our skirts up and tuck them underneath us, but it was difficult because when we stopped holding on, we all slid along the seat.
When it began to slow down and the canopy pulled back, we started to get ready to get off. But the operator stopped us over one of the wind machines for the benefit of the onlookers. I was sat on the inside of the carriage and couldn't get off until the other two moved. We all sat down again, trying hold our skirts down, and after what seemed like an age the wind began to die down. As soon as we all stood up and tried to get off, the wind machine started up again. As I got up, I dropped my shoulder bag on the seat, and had to reach back for it. This obviously gave the cheering group of onlookers an even better view. As we dashed down the steps off the ride one of the boys shouted 'don't worry girls we've seen it all before, but we do like to see it again though'. What a cheek!
From there we joined a long queue for the Funhouse. This was also a first time experience for all of us, and the giggling started again, as we made our way through the entrance by the laughing clown in the glass case. After some jostling for positions I was persuaded to go first. I tried to keep up with a group of boys in front through a dark passage, but they made things worse by making ghost noises, 'Very childish'.
Out of the dark passage you went along a moving walkway, between rows of spinning barrels that looked as if they would fall on you. This led onto a raised up stage with other obstacles to get over, before you could get into the main hall. I could hear some of the people, who were sat watching, laughing at our attempts to move along the walkway.
As I reached the end and stepped off the walkway, a very cold draft shot up my legs and my skirt flew up in my face. There were lots of cheers and laughter and I turned to see the same thing happen to Anne, and Lynne. We always said that Lynne lingered a bit in order to show off her new knickers. (something that she's always denied)
Our skirts were blown up several times as we made our way through the obstacles on the stage, the loud hissing noise and the cold draft making you jump each time. We spent the rest of the afternoon on all the other attractions in the main Hall. It's a shame that we don't seem to have these big permanent funhouse type attractions any more, but some of the smaller travelling ones are very good.
Having my skirt blown up made me appreciate my mum's advice. 'Never go out without a decent pair of knickers on'.
That was my first experience of funhouses, and I've loved them ever since. My latest occurred last year, but that's another story.

Thanks for sharing.Very similar to my first experience. My friend & I wege going through the funhouse & 3 teenage girls were in front of us.We had no idea what was about to happen.One by ont they stepped over the airjets & had their skirts blown over their heads.You could tell they were surprise and embarrased, especially when they realized there was a large group of men standing by the entrance cheering. I've loved it ever since.

The most recent, and most amusing experience, happened at the annual fairground last September, although initially it was quite scary.
A group of us had been to the 60's rock'n'roll event, in the main showground pavilion, and whilst the men in the party stayed in the bar, some of us went onto the fairground afterwards.
There was a big funhouse attraction there, called The Haunted Castle. Most of the other fairground rides, looked like part of a space-programme training exercise, apart from The Waltzer and a Log Flume. We had already been on the latter, so we thought a trip through the Haunted Castle would end the afternoon with a laugh.
A group of middle-aged women, who have had a glass of wine or two, can be quite prone to draw attention to themselves. To add to this, the first thing that happened to us as we went across the bridge at the entrance, was an updraught from a grating. The fact that we had been to the 60's event, meant that we were dressed appropriately, and there were lots of high flying skirts and petticoats as we made our way into the dark unknown.
It was completely black, and as you felt your way along, you were standing on things that felt soft and now and then something brushed your ankles, and there were strange noises.
After much screaming and nervous laughter, there was a sign of daylight round a corner, in the form of an opening with bars across it, up some steep steps which vibrated as you climbed them.
As you walked past the opening, the floor gave way slightly and the skirt blowing started again, this time with a loud noise and a cold draft.
Although we didn't know it, our shouts and screams in the dark passage had been amplified through speakers outside. This meant that a large group of people had gathered and were watching our antics, as we struggled to get across the gap behind the bars.
Then came the scariest part of all. In the series of dark passages on the way out, images were suddenly projected for a split second on the wall in front of you. One of these was a large spider scurrying across the floor of the passage in front of us. My friend, was in front of me and she was absolutely panic stricken. She screamed and stopped dead. I told her to move forward as quickly as the pitch dark would let us, as I'm 'not too keen' on spiders either!
As we stumbled forward she let out another scream and shouted, 'it's gone up my skirt'. Sure enough as we pushed forward I felt a draft and something touching the top of my leg. After that pandemonium broke out, and after a rush past a few more projected shock images, we stumbled out into the daylight. As we quickly made for the exit ramp, across another wobbly floor, we were treated to more noisy skirt blowing's.
As for the spider, a couple who followed us out, had investigated the mystery by means of a torch on a key ring. Apparently what had frightened us to the verge of wetting ourselves, were some nylon streamers tied to a grating, being propelled up our legs by a fan.
This has been a talking point among us on a number occasions, and a good laugh. I suspect it has some way to run before it gets forgotten!

Thanks againg for sharing. Semmes like you are the only woman following the forum. I wish more people would contribute.

I came across a new website specializing in the happenings at Steeplechase Park. The photos form a story line that says it all. Memories as we were, enjoy it.

Do you have a link to the website? I also have some interesting news r.e. Oktoberfest this year. If you will contact me on my email, I can go into detail. (hwhummer42@yahoo.com)

Here are a couple of vintage clips on Youtube.

Blackpool Funhouse
Blackpool Funhouse Slowmo

I notice the request for no tags so I didn't include them, but if you enter the two catch lines above you will find them.
These are a bit before my time, but the funhouse looks like the one I mentioned in my previous posts.

HI ALL,

Kathy here - WOW !!! I had no idea there was places like I've read about here in this forum. So everyone know I am a Big Time Flasher - I flash (specially my bare cunt) anywhere anytime as daily (I am truely addicted to flashing) - Knowing that I look for places and carnivals that still have the blow air jets - I have been to three carnivals that had them in the fun house and BOY did the guys standing around watching get a show - I wore a short light weight dress that blew up over my head and I was wearing nothng under it - I LOVED IT - Of coarse I acted like I was emabrassed but it actually turned me on - The best time I ever had with that was at the Indy 500 - A few years ago it was common for girls to flash outside the track the nights before the race - Thes guys had a railing built up infront of their campers - It was like a balance beam from the olympics ONLY not as wide - It was like three feet off the ground and had one rail overhead to hold onto -which put both arms directly over your head - There was two other wide boards with holes in them on eiather side of the balance rail so if you slopped off the balance rail you wouldn't fall - They got girls to walk across the 20' long beam by tell them if they walked all the way across they would give them $20. dollars - Once the girl got half way across they would turn on the air and it would blow your dress up - It didn't matter if you continued to the end or go back to the start the air blew up the whole way - I happen to go past it and seen a girl going across - She had on a blue jean skirt - It blew it up and showed her panties - I couldn't wait to get back to the motor home and change into a very short, very light weight, very loose fitting denim dress and get back over there - when I got back there was several hundred guys standing around - I walked by like I had no idea what was going on and the guys started yelling at me right away - NOW !!!! I'm not bragging about my body BUT so you have some idea of why they were so interested in getting ME to walk across the balance beam - I am 5'4" tall weigh 97lbs. and have a 36D-22-33 body with big hanging cunt lips and have been told I'm very pretty - Now knowing that - the guys challenged me to walk across the balance beam for twenty dollars - I acted like I had no idea what was going on and asked several times all I have to do is hold on to the top rail and walk across for twenty dollars -they said yes - It was surprising how quite all the guys were even after I agreed to do it - SOOOO, I stepped up the little ladder and stepped onto the beam - I reached up both hand directly above my head and started walking across - I could have easily went faster but instead went very, very slow like I was having alot of trouble walking across - I got to the middle and "WOOSH" the air blew up much much harder then I thought it would - It blew my dress straight up above my breasts fully exposing my entire naked body and sticking under my chin - The roar of the guys was incediable - They were obviusly loving what they were seeing - I first stopped
in my tracks and like the other girl I seen - I turned around to go back - I got almost back to the start when a super huge blast of air blew up - Obviously to get me to turn around and go back the other way (very well planned)by them - SO I turn around walk all the way back to the finish when I got right to the finsish there was a super, super blast that I could feel was flopping my cunt lips around - The CHEERING of all the guys watching was incredialbe - So I turned around again and very, very slowly went back to the start - I took as long as I could to get to get back to the start - I was probably on it for a good 15 - 20 minutes in all and loved every minute of it - I got off the balance rail and stepped down - I was laughing and said you owe me twenty dollars - They said " NO " you came back to the where you got on - I acted like "Oh Shit" - They wanted Me to try again - I told the one guy " I will be back in a couple hours " - He said "Dress the same and we'll make it fifty dollars" - I just smiled at him and said " I will " Needless to say I absolutely loved it - Bye for now, Kathy

The setup at Indy is very similar to a funhouse that was at Ponchatrain beach in New Orleans. There was a pool of water about 20 feet across with floating barrels which were covered by a rubber matt. There were ropes on each side to hold on to. As you walked across the barrels would shift so you had to hold on to the ropes. There were multiple airjets under the matt. A young lady had no choice but to display her charms a the air jet operator blasted her crossing the pool. I was there with a couple of friends when 3 young ladies approached us and ask us to acompany them through the funhouse. They had just gone through & got blasted. They said the operator wouldn't dare do it again if we were with them. I was the last in line crossing the bridge & shure enough the operator didn't blast the other 2 girls but I gestured to him to blast the one I was with & he did. She had to hold on & walk tentatively so I got a great view. As I think back on it after reading your story, she too was probably an exibitionist so we both got a lot of pleasure out of the experience. If you are interested, go to Delphi Forum & go to the first exclusive shirt blowing forum. It's shared by thousands of skirt blowing fans all over the world. I'm sure they would like for you to share some of your experiences and perhaps even a photo or video. If you truly are an exibitionist, you should be estatic knowing thousand of guys are drooling over you displaying your charms.

HI,
Thanks for your nice response - I was surprised to see a respose so soon - I would have like the barrels you described in New Orleans - I go to Mardi Gras every year - It's a flashers heaven - QUESTION: I have a question for you about the delphi forum - I joined the delphi forum under the name ( kathy_shows ) BUT, I could not find the
( skirt blowing forum ) - you described - Is there any chance you could help me find it - If my email would help it's kathys_live_show@yahoo.com would appreciate any help and again thanks for your nice response, Kathy