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WHOOPSIE WE GOT LUCKY !
A Dream Come True !
--- Got caught by the Police for takin booby pictures of MsDollie in public parking lot and what do we get? Two free invitations to the upcoming Saturday’s open house at the nearby PLAYBOY MANSION! Holey Shit! I called the number asking us to confirm being there. I was told to wear what we wore when we received the passes. How did they know? Okay, sounds kinky. We talked about the weekend for two more days. Dollie was fine with wearing a tiny bikini. But, I wore jeans and a T-shirt. More of my formal attire! Drove up the long drive, stopping behind a Jaguar and a Mercedes at the large iron gate. Us in a 1965 Mustang fastback! As people were checked in by two guards, the gate opened, then closed for each vehicle. As I stopped next a security guard walked up on each side of our little Mustang. What a weird feeling, after those fancy cars entered, and more were behind us. Cadillac’s, Rolls Royce’s, maybe a cheap Buick or two. The guards knelt down and stuck their heads into the window on each side. The young guys face nearly in Dollie’s boobs! As I handed the two passes to the guard, he said “Mr. S---, I don’t need those. Drive right in and park behind the others.” HUH? The other security guard told Dollie “after you enter the gates, feel free to remove your top…or bottom.“ We got out and someone parked our car. A large lawn with fountains, pool with waterfall, flowers and ornamental shrubbery everywhere. Just like in the magazine pictures of the past. Almost immediately my eyes burned and I nearly got dizzy, trying to look in every direction at once. Everyplace I looked, there were Playboy Bunnies, half wearing very tiny bikinis, others topless. There were other guests and celebrities. Not being a movie buff, I didn’t know one from the other. --- We were greeted by beautiful women and couples who seemed to appear from behind the bushes. Again, nearly half the women were large busted and topless. None totally nude that I remember. Most of the men looked like they were dressed for a wedding. Photographers were taking pictures nonstop. ---Someone suggested Dollie remove her top. Sure, she did! I didn’t even bring a camera. For at least a year later, I looked at Playboy for pictures of Dollie. Never saw one. We aren‘t drinkers, but we ate our share of things I‘d never seen before. Then, we saw Heff! I could lie and say we met. But this isn’t a fairy tale. I’m cleanin out our closet. So it’s truth or nothing. Hugh Hefner was walking our way and waved to us…Dollie I think!….. A beautiful blonde playmate on each side. Heff was within 20-25 feet of us, then someone called his name and he turned, walking into the crowd. Still, we were at the mansion. We saw many Playmates and other beautiful and topless women. And we saw Hugh Hefner!!!! All that was left was to buy one of those mansions on the other side of Lake Geneva! ---Yea, right! Like I wrote…..we got caught baring Dollie’s titties and see where it got us!!!! Kinda made us want to show her boobies in another town. But I heard jails are cold and unfriendly. |
Random Getting Caught Stories to Follow
Let’s jump around some.
---Ages at this time, in our late 30’s. We did a lot of camping just over Illinois State line in Iowa, from Burlington to Keokuk. Not far westward of Mississippi River are many State, County, and City Parks with camping and fishing. Back when C B radios were popular, I’d get on when in new areas and ask about small camping spots with fishing or swimming. We discovered several very small County parks with small lakes and ponds with really great Pan Fish fishing. ---One place became our favorite for several reasons, W--- lake in eastern Iowa. I could fill an hourglass fish basket in 30 minutes or less, right off the bank, with some of the largest Crappie, Warmouth, and Sunfish I’ve ever seen. Also, often we were the only campers in the Park. Even when on a crowded Holiday we might be alone. At the end of the lane going to the far end was room for one RV. For some reason no one seemed to camp way down there. Those big babies needed water, electric, and restrooms. We had all that in the RV. ---With our small 30’ fifth wheel and super cab truck it was a trick to get turned around and parked. People scratched their heads in disbelief when they walked down and saw that rig in the little space. That’s what truckers do! But, we actually had lots of room for sunbathing and playing yard Jarts, a popular game back then. The entire small end had shrubs and trees along water’s edge, hiding our site from the open end closer to the entrance. Still, we could see anyone entering the park or driving to the main campground or toward us. Perfect! ---We always wore a tiny bikini whether fishing, walking around the lake and small ponds, sunning, or just fooling around. I did my fishing in a small deep pond about ½ mile walk to the front side of the Park. Not many even knew about it back in the trees and weeds. Dollie went topless whenever and wherever possible. ---The white rock road leading to the end we camped was usually dusty. Tires over the rock road made a rumbling noise. The lake side was mostly tree lined with only openings where a few small parking spaces were. We could see a vehicle passing those clearings when we heard them on the road. On the other side, was a narrow walking path which came from the regular camping area at the front side of the lake. It too had a few clearings where we could see hikers pass. This was the path we walked to the small fising lake. Of course when there are two or more people walking through a trail, they talk and could be heard quite a distance. Perfect setup for Dollie to go topless often. ---We had become friends with the Ranger and we believe he’d seen Dollie topless at times. In our visits he mentioned his wife sometimes goes topless and nude at home. In a round about way he was telling us, often, that it was okay, as long as kids weren’t nearby and no one complained. We’re assuming he had been occasionally watching from a distance with the binoculars he carried regularly. For bird watching, he’d say! Isn’t that what the English call a young gal? A bird --- Now the part about getting caught. We were playing lawn Jarts and listening to music. Dollie topless, me in a tiny bikini. Don’t laugh, I got used to it. And women loved it! Dollie’s favorite bikini was the one I bought her from Frederic’s of Hollywood when she was about 18 or so. A tiny red-white candy striped string bikini. Couldn’t buy those in mid-West in 60’s. Dollie still wears the top to this day. Doesn’t cover as much cause her boobs grew up. It is a triangle thing that she can adjust, sliding cups tightly together, or moving center wider, etc. When topless around the RV she kept whatever top she had that day handy, just in case. --- On this day, our music covered the voices of a group of women and children. Too late, we saw them at end of path, in opening leading to where we were. Dollie grabbed her top and quickly put it on at same time the people turned and went back the way they’d come. Perhaps 30 minutes to an hour we heard a vehicle on the gravel and saw the white dust. Soon, the Ranger parked in one of the small parking lots. (Always ugly pea-green trucks with emblems on doors) Dollie still had her top on so we continued our Jarts game. We just knew he was checking with his “bird” glasses. ----As the Ranger pulled up near our pickup truck, we pretended not to notice, still playing Jarts. He told us he got complaints from fellow campers that Dollie was topless in front of their kids. I told him to look, Dollie is wearing her favorite red-white striped top. They must have thought she was topless from a distance. Ranger agreed and admitted he checked on the way up and was sure Dollie was topless. After a few laughs and another warning to be careful, he left. ---Perhaps another hour passed. Two or more vehicles pulled up and those women with husbands approached. They told us they were sorry they mistook Dollie’s light colored top for being topless. We all introduced each other and had a few laughs. Dollie served lemon-aid and iced tea. Some of the men said they’d love to see Dollie topless. Dollie said “this top shows too much already. I’d never do that!” Another “got caught” and another good adventure! Sometimes ya gotta tell a little white lie or two! Here is a story within a story. ---Happened another camping trip at same park. As we would walk to my fishin hole from our RV, we walked through a large grassy meadow. One day two cars were parked side by side and we heard giggling. That special sexy giggling! Quietly we snuck up. We were in a public County Park. So maybe we weren’t really sneaking. Sort of walking more quietly! ---There was a naked couple, a little older than us, laying on a blanket, doing what naked couples sometimes do. Ya just know they weren’t hubby and wife because of two cars. Don’t remember all the details. But there was a lot of fondling and intercourse going on! We watched till we got hot, then left them having fun. Kinky Dollie wanted to walk up and say hello. Yea right? I told her, as we walked on, not being seen by the busy pair, if you’d be willing to join, I’d think about it. She wasn't willing! --- Being a trucker, and normally an observant man, I’ve seen many a times when two vehicles pulled into a rest stop, truck stop, or a park while a pair of lovebirds mingled. Dollie and I have seen this many times and many place along our journeys together. Is this something married couples do? I think not! Altho we have, did, do! So, yes, possibly, sometimes to put the fire into their lovemaking. But most often just lovers getting a quickie. Makes us sometimes seem like Angels! And, sure, we have stories about us getting caught having sex by other campers, hikers, and just regular citizens. Some planned….some not! But they never knew…… Oh what wild and weird games we weave! |
CAUGHT ON A MOUNTAINTOP
A little farther from home.
I think this is a repeat. --- Took many vacation trips to the Smokey Mountains. This little quickie happened someplace way up high on a mountaintop in a cold stream. We were playing on the boulders in the creek and I was taking pictures of Dollie wearing only a small bikini bottom. We parked in a small clearing near the stream and were alone. Soon, another vehicle parked nearby and two hillbilly couples got out, running to the same area we were in. A whole mountain and they chose this spot! Soon found out this was their spot! All four jumped out of their bib overhauls or jeans and headed right toward us. They jumped into a deep spot slightly downstream from us. Glad for that! They had soap with them and began lathering up, washing each other’s backs, tits, and other parts. There were large soap suds floating down the creek. ---Suddenly, from upstream was a voice, soon a Ranger. He yelled at the hill folks and told them this was their last warning about taking a bath in the creek. As they splashed the soap off and put their clothes on their wet bodies, the Ranger turned to us. He told Dollie this was Federal land and she was breaking the law. As Dollie put her top on, the Ranger was gone as fast as he arrived. ---We visited with the Beverly Hillbillies for a spell. Seems that when they get off work they head for this spot to cool off and clean up. They laughed and said they’d be right back tomorrow and every day after. Always have and always will. Wasn’t much of a story. But we did get caught. |
CAUGHT IN IOWA
It happened in Iowa
-----We were camping for a week's vacation in South Central Iowa in a large State Park, as we had many times. MsDollie and I were getting away more often without the three rugrats so we could dress and play as we wanted. I was there to fish. But often we swam and sunbathed too. ---We knew of a few secluded camp sites and places to sunbath naked around this big man made lake created from Ra- dam. No, I'm not saying where this dam was in south central Iowa. It was at one of those remote campsites we decided to take it all off and spend the afternoon cooking on the grill, sunbathing, and wandering around close to the camper and a small cove of the large lake. The Park Ranger knew we wore skimpy bikinis and also knew we lay around in remote areas sunbathing naked. He was okay with this as long as we did it without complaints or around kids. Yes, this was already part of our personal rules from long ago. Found out being polite and following rules, rules can be bent. ---In this particular secluded loop, as well as many other sections of the large campground and lake, very few others were camping, fishing, or even there. We were usually warned with tires on gravel and other sounds in ample time if someone drove up. I was cooking some sort of dead meat on the grill. Dollie was baking tatters and corn-on-the-cob in foil in a hole in the ground covered with hot coals, We had been laying in lawn chairs sunbathing in our birthday suits. Life was good. ---For some reason we decided to walk down to the cove nearby and follow the tree lined bank around a corner. We'd been gone too long, considering steaks were on the grill. Still don't know how it happened without us hearing. There, next to our RV, was a truck with RV camper mounted on back. Two old men were outside it hooking up water and electric. What would you do? What would we do? There were no Fig leaves handy... Or any large leaves of any kind. We were in Iowa and there were not even any corn leaves around. Knowing the meat would soon be in flames and our new neighbors would notice, I yelled out to them from behind some bushes that we were nude and needed to get back to our RV next to theirs. ---The two horney old men were also kinky and ornery. Their answers were something like "go for it." We did! Being a gentleman, I suppose I could have gone to the RV and gotten Dollie something to put on. But I am not a gentleman and we never considered this option. Hell, we were already exhibitionists, and opportunty called. I'm not even sure if those two old dudes noticed me. But they sure noticed Dollie and her sunburned bouncing boobs as we hurried back to rescue what was left of our lunch. The meat on the grill was well done but edable. The potatos and corn scorched and not so appitizing. Dollie and I put on something to cover ourselves and introductions were soon made. ---Still have no idea why anyone would park an RV, especially an easy to move truck camper, right next to our RV when there were literally acres of vacant camp sites around this campground. But it happened before, and it happened after that. It is our opinion that humans, like some other animals, feel safer in groups. After a few laughs, appologies from us, and nice compliments from our new neighbors, we shared our lunch. The two men supplied the beer and side dishes to replace our blackened tatters and corn. As we ate, they kept begging Dollie to take her clothes off again. Don't remember what either of us had put on. But, as a gracious hostess, Dollie did remove her top for the rest of that day. As I remember, she became very sunburned. ---Again our new friends to the rescue. One old dude went inside their truck camper, returning with a bottle of sunblock. Asking permission, they both put it on Dollie's tittie's, spending way longer than necessary. Well, it is a GOT CAUGHT story, even though it turned out as another tittie playing game. Again, I remind you, games are easy to play if dressed---or undressed--properly. |
Caught in Missori
Still randomly jumping around the midwest getting caught.
Okay this is a rerun. Maybe I can add something to arouse you. ______________A MISSOURI story. For those members in the SHOW ME STATE. ---We had our new to us fifth wheel RV and new pick up truck. Wanted to try it out for another week of vacation. Had to be near end of 70's. Truck was a new 1977 "F" brand and matched the colors of the 5th wheel RV. I liked things that way. ---Summer, hot July evening. Our RV was right next to a lake with big rocks in south central Missery, named after dining room furniture. We'd spent days in tiny bikinis and playing tittie games in the area. Young people sometimes get hot in hot afternoons. We were still in a hot and horney mood that evening. --- I now wore only a tiny pair of very thin black bikini underwear. Dollie, bikini panties and that was it. For some reason I stepped out of the RV and was lookin out into the large lake at a boat. At that time it was still light enough to see out into the water. Dollie came out to look at me lookin at the boat. As the boat got closer we could see a nice lookin young female wearing what appeared to be only a thong type bottom. The male with her was hiddin by the console and steering wheel. A dock was not far away from where we were parked for RVers to park boats. ---My male mind made me wonder what this gal looked like up closer. Dollie and I walked along the bank of that flat rock covered lake bank, toward the small cove where the campground boat marina was. By now it was dark, yet moonlight, making walking among the trees and bushes bright enough for us to see, and hopefully dark enough that other campers could not see us sneakin through the shrubbery in girlie underwear. I guess we both forgot what we were wearing---, not much! ---As the boat came into a slip at the dock I helped tie it up, still admiring the topless young sailor on board. As the couple got out, we introduced ourselves, still forgetting what we wore. It was then that the young man reminded his wife that she was still topless. Seeing Dollie was too, she mentioned this and remained topless. People do get used to running around neeked. ---We invited them to our RV for drinks and conversation. Lucky for us the kids were not camping with us that time either. It wasn't till the pretty young gal mentioned my erection creeping out of my underwear that I even remembered that's what I had on. We hit it off and minor things like being nearly naked were forgotten. ----They were muscians from near East St Louis and had played in Peoria and other places we were familiar with. We were from near Peoria, Ill. Between liking camping, boating, strip clubs, and living in the same state, we talked for hours. Plans were made and we were invited to go out onto the lake the next day where we could all get naked if we liked. We liked...and we did. I remember seeing many other boaters with topless, and a few naked, women on board. Thought this odd and surprising. Wasn't till lateer I found this is still a practiced boating pastime near that cove. Click on partycove.com. Again, I included this in the GETTING CAUGHT section. I suppose we did and so did the other couple, by each other. But I had meant for this getting caught segment to be by cops, rangers, or others with authority to arrest. By luck, we actually got caught by those types very few times. Just lucky I guess. |
KINDA CAUGHT IN INDIANA
INDIANA---------
--Yes, we got caught playing sex games many times while camped in northern Indiana and north central Indiana. But, most times we planned it! ---Again, these are not the got caught stories I intended to add to this Forum group. But my stories are getting intermingled and this is as good a place as any to put these GOT CAUGHT stories. --- The place we spent many summer vacations and extended weekends was Indiana Dunes State Park. There are many games and stories in the dunes. I will write about a few that happened in the early and mid-sixties. We were in our early twenties and in what seemed to have been our wild period experimenting. (But we would later see this was child's play.) We were ornery, kinky, and daring. Yet still learning and maybe a little bashful. A lot of the games we tried back then we learned from watching others in their teens to maybe early 40’s. It was also one of our first experiences watching lesbians at play. ---Our first few camping trips to the Dunes was with our 1954 Ford car and a decent sized wall tent. Eventually we had a new 1965 Mustang fastback and small pop-up camper. Very few people at State Parks had even mid-sized RV’s back then. Camping was still basic. We were used to wearing very skimpy bikinis in public by this time. We had been camping and fishing in central Illinois and up at Illinois Beach State Park for years dressed that way. Illinois Beach was also a very large and crowded Park and campground. So by this time, in the 60’s, the stares and giggles didn’t bother us. In fact, we enjoyed the numerous compliments. All of these Dunes State Parks are around lower lake Michigan. ---We were also good at locating secluded areas of beaches to walk nearly nude. I’d dangle my dong out the top or the crotch of my small swimsuit. Dollie wore a string bikini or other small bottom, and no top, as soon as we were away from larger crowds. Small groups or a few people didn’t bother us. ---We sometimes sunbathed near main beaches, yet up along tree and shrub lines for semi privacy. These areas are where we got our first education watching teenaged and 20 something’s lesbians at play. At first, those girls were spotted lying near where we were sunbathing, hiding under beach blankets or large beach towels. Dollie, as well as many of those teeny boppers were topless. I’d have my tiny bikini bottom rolled and folded to basically a thong. Perhaps our appearance made them confortable doing what they often did. ---We actually didn’t know that they were all girls at first, since some were under the towels. But as they got into their sex acts, the towels or blankets often got knocked off. And when they saw we were enjoying their performances, they would usually move the covers to show off more. We watched girls eating girls. Girls using dildos and other objects on each other, girls kissing, and girls being girls--lesbian types! As days passed, and we often watched, they became more daring. --- Needless to say, it became very kinky and entertaining. Soon I was masturbating Dollie and she was masturbating me, as many of the lesbians watched us too. This seemed to happen in a few general areas for many years in a row. We made a special point in sunbathing there a few hours at least a few days of our vacations. We actually became summer friends with many of those young lesbians. No, Dollie wouldn’t play games with them. I was willing. But they preferred girls! Perhaps that’s why they were called lesbians!:rolleyes: ---This next description is also in other stories. I feel it necessary to paint the visual pictures of our games. My normal tan line was about ½” wide on sides and was just above the base of my penis. In the rear it was an inch below my butt crack. By spring my prick was as dark brown as the rest of my body because I sunbathed with it out of my tiny swimsuit at home and in secluded places. I was proud of my tan line and made a point in keeping it. Fearing complaints or arrest, I was careful where and who I exposed my cock to. Surprisingly, gals of all ages actually asked me to hang it out to sunbath. Don't know why but I never realized it was because I was well endowed. ---I also made a game of this. Sometimes I’d make them beg me to hang it out. Other times I would tell them that because of possible arrest they’d have to pull it out themselves if they wanted me to have it out. Worked often! And it really was a fear of mine. Buying me special small bikinis was Dollie’s job. They had to be bikini style or small and easy to roll and fold to my tan lines. Also they had to be made of a stretchable material for my decent sized penis and inevitable erections that always happened around semi-clad beautiful gals. More times than I wanted, I had to lay on my tummy or run into the water, as my snake came out to look around! ---In the case of watching those lesbians perform, I usually had to turn and lay on my stomach. But, as a horny young pervert, I also had a game. I’d dig out a small hole in the sand and place my hard-on in it. Yep, I’d fuck the sand while watching young gals play with each other. ---What’s all this have to do with getting caught? Nuthin really. We’d also walk for a mile or more up the north shoreline of the park, beyond the park property line. Of course, the farther we’d walk, the less people there were. I also wrote about voyeurs in places like these in other stories. ---We were always looking for nice trails to follow into the brush or wherever they wandered just to hike alone. We discovered a few narrow paths that went out to parking lots near a small town. Found out that locals would park there and come into the State Park free to swim and sunbath. Also accidentally discovered couples having sex right along the small trails. Sometimes in a small opening next to a trail. And right in the middle of the secluded trail. This happened more often than we expected. ---Usually the young couples stopped what they were doing and buried their faces in blankets or towels till we passed. Occasionally some just ignored us and went at it hot and heavy as we walked around and sometimes partially walked over them. You guessed it! Dollie and I always seemed to get hot and horny at those times. We also thought this was a cool way to really be exhibitionists. Yes, we’d both exposed our organs many times in the past. By “accident“, and on purpose, many places. --- But fucking in public was something new for us! Well, not exactly true. We’d been doing it in lakes, pools, and hot tubs for years. But this was gonna be right out in the open on the sand! We were not like most of those other couples…we wanted to be seen. Then again, maybe they’d planned to get caught also! We would stand near one end or the other of a trail, out of sight, and wait for couples, or one or two young men or women to approach. Then we’d hurry to our preplanned fucking place and go at it. I’d place Dollie in just the right position for the best view of us both screwing. The different expressions and comments were fun and made playing this game even more exciting. ---At times people would turn and hurry back in the other direction. I have no idea how many times, or how many years, we played that little intercourse game. We never had a bad experience doing it. Sometimes we were embarrassed! We had people stop and watch! But that made playing those games even more exciting. ---I say “those games” because we’d do different things at other times. Dollie would be on her knees sucking my cock or jacking me off. I’d be eating her pussy or masturbating her. Maybe I’d only be fondling her boobs and rubbing her pussy. But it was fucking her, or her fucking me, in all sorts of positions that got the most attention and great comments. Yes, offers too! ---These games were also performed farther north in some famous Michigan Dunes. In fact, the isolated trails and longer secluded beach area proved even better for our games. Again, this was where we first discovered voyeurs. We were embarrassed the first few times. But, like good little exhibitionists, we learned to use them to our advantage. ---There were many other places in Indiana where we played our games…and played our getting caught games. In fact, we actually did get caught several times that summer. Us and others planned many games just to get caught. But we still got caught! Makes ya wonder how many tops down and sex acts were on purpose that you've seen over the years. "ACCIDENTS?" ------------------GOT CAUGHT in INDIANA ! --Once was at B--s Lake S--- Park, Indiana. The campground was across the highway from the lake and beach. No lifeguards were on duty that evening so no swimming was allowed. But it was hot and we were too. It was just getting dark out. We went into the lake only up to our waists. Next thing happened, we were making mad passionate love in the water. Out of nowhere a young pretty female lifeguard-ranger was standing nearby. She informed us that we were not supposed to be in the water. And we definitely were not supposed to be doing THAT! After she laughed and warned us about possible fines, she told us to hurry, finish our job, then get back to the campground. Yes, we did get caught in the act! And I talked her into sitting on her lifeguard platform topless for a few pictures. |
CAUGHT IN OHIO
OHIO I do believe this story is already in my closet another place.
---That weekend stop at B*ss L**e, in Indiana, was just one stop in our summer trip to the far eastern side of Ohio from our home in central Illinois. We had a kinky summer planned ahead. We were going to visit with a couple we’d met from a Penthouse Forum book. One of those TV guide sized books where people want to met others for various things…Yes sex things. We were friends because we had become pen pals concerning taking tittie and other intimate pictures of each other and sharing them along with stories through the mail. After writing dozens of couples, we narrowed our list down to only two couples. Everyone else eventually wanted to swap or have sex of some kind. We were only into taking and sharing pictures. ---We actually liked this couple and seemed to understand one another. We drove our motor home 300 miles, to the far east edge of Ohio to meet them. Would have been summer of 1979 since we didn’t yet tow a car behind it. Bought motor home in 1978 and made first vacation trips that year to Wisconsin. I was 40 if anyone is keeping score. No, I don’t have a super great memory. I just use vehicles and other events to remember. ---Plans had been made that winter and we were all looking forward to a kinky summer vacation taking tittie pictures together. Still not trusting to stay with them, we camped in a nearby State Park. The pictures of Sadie and Art were nothing like the fat slobs we met at his mobile home repair business! Apparently they were taken many years earlier. We're far from model material but hopefully not gross. ---Sadie, I’ll call her, did most of the writing to us…to me actually. This was back when we actually used pen and paper, envelopes and stamps. Soon after I stopped scribling on cave walls. Sadie had often described herself as dressing very wild and having nice large breasts. In the pictures she did. But found later they were being held up with her fat arms to look firm and full. --- Before going to the campground, I first stopped at their business, an old gas station converted into an RV repair business. Parked our motor home next to several others and went inside to let them know we had arrived and to see who we’d been writing too for nearly a year. We had dressed to shock and surprise our penpals. Actually had dressed as we described ourselves as normally dressing. But also made kinky adjustments. When we met, I wore very short shorts and a tank top. My penis was now partially dangling from a leg of my shorts. When getting out of the RV, I purposely pulled the shorts up to let it hang out. Dollie wore very short mini skirt and some sort of tittie showing top. Dollie also pulled her skirt up for a pussy and ass showing view. (Remember, we had been swapping intimate photos for a year and had told these friends we dress this way.) We didn't want to disappoint them! --- Art, I’ll call him, wore jeans and a dirty tee-shirt. But they were at their shop so we understood that. The real turn off about Art was the large black cigar in his mouth and 300# blubber body! Not the Art we saw in those pictures. Sadie knew we were arriving and promised to be wearing something as she often described in her letters. Sadie told us she often dressed wild to tease the employees. Sadie was dressed pretty much like Art…and was built much the same! No, not really anything like her pictures or descriptions. No cigar! Keep in mind, these are the kinds of friends you may meet when you visit your sexy internet friends! Ya just never know! ---The real embarrassing part were the several scudzy male employees starin at us. There we were, half my cock exposed and dangling. Dollies ass, pussy and tits right out in full view. Art pulling Dollie's skirt up to show his helpers and Sadie lifting the leg of my shorts clear to my nutz. We did not expect anything like this! --- Still plans were made to meet after work at the State Park where we’d be. At this time we were not towing a car so were happy that they offered to drive to scenic places to do some photo shoots. That was our intended plans before even leaving home. But suddenly our newest plans were to get the hell away from there! Still, 300 miles to visit at 9MPG, we’d see what happens. Dollie and I were already dressed for games and photos. Sadie and Art promised to also dress for the occasion. Yea right. We went to the campground, dressed decently to check in, found a nice site, changed again, and waited. ---Later Dollie and I walked out of the campground and down the short entrance drive as Art and Sadie were to arrive. We didn't readjust our clothes for them. We were trying to picture that fat assed gal in hot pants or a halter top. We soon got a very different picture. Art and Sadie both wore long baggy Bermuda shorts. Art may have changed to a different greasy dirty tee shirt. But not sure. --- Keep in mind this was a hot July afternoon. Sadie wore an oversized grey sweatshirt. Yea, I remember things like that! It was a disappointment! This was the same gal who bragged in letters about flashing and wearing revealing clothing most of the time. As Dollie and I sat in the back seat, we were both exposed more than we cared to be. My cock was at least halfway out of my shorts leg. Dollie’s pussy showed and both titties were hangin free. It’s just the way it was, considering what we wore in that crowded rear seat. It was supposed to be pre-planned for our supposedly kinky wild friends. But now we felt underdressed. ---Sadie was turned sideways, taking in the view from up front. Art tilted the inside mirror and the car was weaving as he also stared at Dollie. Okay, we were there to show off and tease our pen pals. We were gonna live up to our part of the deal. They drove to a small park with a nice covered bridge. A semi-secluded place where they supposedly had done many photo shoots with others. No other vehicles in the small parking lot and no one around. Maybe we still can get some tittie and pussy pictures of Sadie and Dollie together in front of and on the covered bridge and other scenic things in this park. ---Art and I discussed various poses, as we walked to the bridge. By this time Dollie already had her top off. But beg as we might, Sadie wasn’t budging. By this time, I was almost hoping she wouldn’t strip anyway! Seemed like an hour of pleading with Sadie and photo shoots by me and Art of Dollie and the covered bridge, when Sadie finally pulled her large sweatshirt up, revealing two medium sized pendulous mushy lookin pale white boobs. No nipples were visible at that time. They were hiding beneath those titties. But in seconds, her top was down without either of us getting to even point our cameras in her direction. More talk about why we drove 300 miles and more pleading with Sadie to stand next to Dollie for a few tittie and pussy pictures. It didn’t take long to find out from Sadie that there would be no pussy pictures of Sadie. So we decided that there would be no pussy pictures of Dollie either, explaining to Art why. Finally Sadie stood next to Dollie and was ready to bare her boobs for some photos. Still wasn’t willing to take that sweatshirt off. Just pull it up. --- About the time Art and I began shooting pictures, a cop walked up from out of nowhere. Lucky he was a friend of Art and Sadie’s. We all got an ass chewin and politely asked to leave the park. Yep, got caught that time. Ya know, to this day I can’t remember if I got any tittie pictures of Sadie, or not! 300 miles at 9 MPG for that! Glad gas was cheaper back then. Sadly I don't even know what happened to Dollie's covered bridge photos either. ---Here is a little follow up about Sadie and Art. We had planned on staying at that campground for at least a week, playing games and taking pictures with our pen pals. After meeting them, I'd only registered for one night. First thing the next morning we pulled out. There were other things about that couple that turned us off. Talk of Sadie having sex with other men. Pictures on their office wall to prove it. We went on into Pennsylvania instead, for the rest of our vacation. ---There’s more about Art and Sadie. Sadie kept writing to us explaining that they were into swapping and other sex games. Sadie wrote that she often had sex with the employees while Art watched. Seems as though this caused a fast turnover of employees after wives found out. Wonder why? Naked pictures of a slimmer and younger Sadie and employees were taped to the walls of their office for anyone to see. --- Sadie kept writing, long after I stopped writing back. Later letters told of Art leaving her and how they had planned on swapping with Dollie and I while we were there on that vacation. Often wondered how a fat bashful woman could have sex with others as her husband watched, yet was too shy to expose her boobies for a few pictures! ---Sadie even made plans to come to Illinois and visit us for sex. In fact, Art wrote telling me when she was on her way. He told me how Sadie just had to have me while Dollie watched. We went camping that weekend. Don’t know if Sadie really came to our house to visit or not. --- Every pen pal couple that we had become friends with in that Forum about swapping photos, eventually wanted to swap wives and have other group sex. There were other groups they could have written for those games. Those were the only times I answered those adds. At first they all seemed only interested in flashing and tit games. That was all we every wanted back then. In fact that's all we ever wanted! |
Still on the same pen pal Vacation. Got Caught.
PENNSYLVANIA
---Hadn’t planned on spending summer vacation of 1979 in Pennsylvania. But most of our vacations were only loosely planned anyway. Most times we pointed our vehicle in a direction and let impulses decide from there. I can’t remember where Gas City is. I believe in north western Pa. I do know we went there that year because we wanted to see antique gas pumps, Mack trucks, and other memorabilia. Possibly that was the impulse that drew us into Pa. ---Who needed GPS’s. You’re missin all the fun. I remember looking at my trusty car insurance free Atlas and seeing both S----ville and S----burg in that same general location. We had to get tittie pictures of Dollie standing next to our last name signs! After that, we’d stay in State Parks and take in the scenery and enjoy some of those famous fast moving streams. ---We discovered natural stone bridges, covered bridges, swinging bridges, and nature in all it’s beauty in Pennsylvania. Even a chocolate factory, long before Willie Wonka! About getting caught with her boobs down, yes it happened in S-----ville, Pa. We waited till there was no traffic or no one nearby and got a few tittie pictures in front of the city limit sign. A piece of cake, in that tiny village. Then we saw a small white police department-city hall with the S-----ville sign proudly hanging above the door. Again, no one around. Got all lined up for my professionally positioned photographs as Dollie opened up her blouse for a few booby shoots. There they were, a policeman in uniform and City leader in his suit, stepping out the front door! ---We got caught---sort of. I did get a picture, as Dollie slipped her boobies back in. The two men said they think they knew what had just happened but really hadn’t seen anything. Therefore they would just warn us and ask us to please leave their respectable little town. Actually both were very nice about the situation. But, as we talked and confessed, we also explained that our name was *-------*. --- The man in the suit was first to tell the police officer that we did need a souvenir booby picture of their fine City Hall. Since this was a crime they should not see it being committed. Therefore they could not arrest us. Their plan, not ours. One stood on either side of Dollie, arm around her, with the building behind. We were both instructed on what to do. The coast was clear, they would look at me, rather than at Dollie, as she exposed her breasts quickly for a photo or two. They lied! But we got our pictures and didn’t get arrested. How’d they lie? They both turned and stared at Dollie’s titties as I took a few pictures with my 35 MM camera. We thanked both men and headed out of town. ---Again, we got caught but again it was fun. Wandered on down south a bit to S---burg, Pa. Got a few booby pictures of Dollie as we stopped at the city limit sign. When we passed through it appeared that no one was home. Still, we didn’t chances taking any other sign pictures in S--*--burg. ---The rest of our Pa. vacation was uneventful. Even got picture next to mack trucks and old gas pumps.We took tittie pictures everyplace we had a chance that was scenic. And there were many of those. Of course Dollie flashed to tourists and locals just for fun. We’ve had a great time playing our booby games. And met many friendly people, law abiding and law enforcing types. Getting caught can be fun. We got caught and didn't get caught many other times. But most are so similar it's getting boring. Now for something else again..... |
PIZZA
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--- -----There were older Pizza games but I will start here........... It all began in Daytona during a Bike Week event. Probably 1995, our very first one. Found out it was everything we had heard. Tits and ass everywhere and bikers having fun. Recently retired the previous spring, we’d been 56 and 54. With luck got a neighbor to watch our now six year old son for the entire week of Bike Week. She was also his bus driver so this worked great. I drove a non-high top Chevy van. We were parked several blocks from Main street on a narrow side road very near International Drive. Across from where I parked for several years was/is a small pizza parlor. Rumor was they had a great deluxe pizza. Yea they did! Of course Dollie was wearing a very revealing top and probably hot pants. The place was run by two guys maybe 50+. --- Both guys were friendly and seemed to appreciate looking at tits. Not a bit shy about telling us so. Dollie’s were mostly exposed and in view. As the man took our order tits seemed to be on top of the pizza list discussion, as we ordered the house specialty supreme with everything and a couple cokes or beers. --I can tell this now because, after many years, the two men, 70+ at this time, are probably dead, or have dementia, plus the pizza place has changed owners. By now it may not even be there. --Many other things have made us realize we no longer have reason to hide in our closet. We’ve out lived most who have played our games and our relatives. Sharing our fun and games seems like the right thing to do when others may enjoy and wish to follow our footsteps. (My confessions deserve a few more comments. Seems that from between ages 50 and 65 we were extra horny and daring. Especially after 55 and retired to Florida. Don’t get me wrong, we were very wild and crazy right from our beginnings together. Now nothing seemed to embarrass us. The bike scene there was hot and wild and we were trying to make the most of our new adventures. Many bikers and biker babes were playing the games we’d played for years. And more, in open crowded public places) --And now back to our story----As soon as the pizza and drink issue was over Mr. pizza #1 continued his descriptions about Dollie’s ample exposure and how much he loved the view. This was at the beginning of Bike Week. I’m sure he’d seen lots of tits in the past. Since we’d spent hours along Main and adjacent streets, Dollie’s flashing and me being entertained by other well endowed females flashing, we were both in a rather kinky mood. Dollie was already squirmin in her seat and squeezing her arms to create even more cleavage and exposure. “Wanna see em?” she asked. Believe it or not a few guys have said no. But this is rare. Dollie said this because many gals on Main Street and along the way were asking that same question. --Pizza guy #1 excused himself saying he’d pass the order to his partner, the cook, Pizza guy #2, then be right back to gladly look at those tits. He did and she did. Whipped em out right there sitting in the pizza joint. No one else was there at the time. In fact most times we stopped not more than a few other customers were there. I suppose because we were always there after lunch time in the middle of the day. --Pizza guy #2 brought our drinks and appeared surprised but delighted. Both stared and made a fuss over Dollie’s browned boobies and nipple rings. We decided to enjoy the warm day and walked outside to watch cars and bikes go up and down busy International Drive highway, as the pizza cooked. Even though Dollie slipped her titties back in, they were mostly exposed as we sat there at a tiny table near the sidewalk and highway. People riding by and walking waved, whistled, and yelled at Dollie. She sucked this all up. ---Pizza guy yelled that our pizza was ready, asking if we wanted it out on the patio. We went inside to eat one of the best pizza’s ever. Yes, we’ve said that before at other places where they advertise “the best pizza in the world.” In the world we were in at the moment this was it! Sometime later we discovered another “world’s best pizza” joint nearly across the street. Maybe it really was the best! ---At least one male customer came in as we ate, drank, and visited with both pizza guys and that customer. The discussion was about biker babes and boobs mostly, using Dollie’s for reference. Paid, handed Pizza guy #1 a tip. I pulled Dollies tiny top down and said, “here’s the rest of your tip.” Then we left. I know, you’re thinking, what’s this got to do with pussy? |
PIZZA AND PUSSY
Now it’s PIZZA AND PUSSY, maybe
---Later that Bike Week 1995 we parked across the street from the pizza place again. This was back when street parking for non residents was still legal. Now it’s all about money and parking lots wanting a small fortune to park. To do what we’ve done and raise a family we had to learn to conserve…Be cheap! We soon learned that food and drinks from vendors and in the event bars is very overpriced. ---After spending hours in the Main street bars and shops, it was back to the van so Dollie could change. Even though she already had a very revealing outfit on she’d noticed skimpier clothing on other gals . She always had to compete. Dollie was in an especially wild flashing mood by this time of day. Showed her tits to several bikers in bars and other places where biker babes were doing the same. Laughed as some biker chicks showed me their pussies. It’s the way it was back then. ---Another very low top. But this time a micro-mini-skirt. Panties? Heck no! Across the street to the tiny pizza joint. Ordered another small supreme and drinks. I’m thinking they didn’t serve liquor. So probably a soda. Pizza guy #1 recognized us…Dollie’s tits, and welcomed her by name. Yelled something to the cook like “hey Geno. Blondey with the nipple rings is back.“ --The skirt was very short. As I remember it was up to her ass as she sat in the pizza joint. Yes noticed by Pizza guy #1 and #2, as #2 peered out thru the opening between the kitchen and counter area. So now it was Dollie’s tits and ass they were talkin about. The table was one of those tiny round wrought iron things so we could all look right through the spaces at her. But just like a proper lady, her legs were crossed. ---Not sure who to blame. Maybe the beer earlier. She was soon sitting there, both nipples peeking out, her skirt hiked up, and now her legs spread very unlady like. At least Dollie’s chair was aimed so anyone coming in the front door didn’t get a beaver shot or worse! But anyone behind the counter would. --- Gals downtown showed me their tits and pussies so Dollie had to show men hers. Dollie was like that. Okay, blame the wild biker babes----and the beer! Blame me for teaching her this stuff! --- Pizza guy #1 was one of those guys who doesn’t hold back what he’s thinking or seeing. As he came back from the kitchen he got both eyes full of Dollie’s pussy and a shiny navel ring dangling from her pussy lip ! I don’t remember his words. But something like “holy shit, Geno, look at this pussy. It‘s got jewelry hangin out of it.” Geno, pizza guy #2, rushed out to stare at Dollie’s wide spread c*nt. I said something like “Dollie do you realize they can see your fully spread pink hole?” Calmly she answered something like. “So, is there a problem?” We all pretty much answered “No problem.” She didn’t move. Altho she was squirming around now. I’m sure we know what that meant! A sign she was enjoying herself. ---Remember this was in 1995, who knows exactly what was said. Just figure it seems right. As the pizza guys stared and described what they were looking at Dollie was squirming more on her chair. I believe the two pizza men also knew what was happening as Dollie sort of whimpered and grinned. Maybe it was Geno who said something like, “ we’re gonna have to clean that chair off when she leaves.” Teasing, Pizza guy #1 said “ yea Geno, after you get done lickin it.” Geno snapped back “ I’d like to lick something. But not the chair.” Now Dollie had the hots! --As most people do out of curiosity, both pizza men bent down for a closer look at Dollie’s hanging lip piercing jewelry. An excuse to examine her pussy closer. At this time many either ask or just reach out and tug or wiggle hers and my jewelry. Great attention getters and conversation pieces. A biker couple maybe in their 40’s came in and Dollie put her legs together, even though they were seated off to the side more. Small talk with them, ate our pizza and left. --From that first time in 1995 until just a few years ago we stopped several times a year, ordered a pizza, and Dollie teased the two pizza guys by showing her tits, ass, and spread c*nt. They were thrilled and thanked us each time. A few times other bikers or a few old men got a free show also. But only because one of the pizza guys begged Dollie to spread her legs and show them her jewelry. Now you see why people have these strange piercings and tattoos! I regret not letting Dollie get tattoos years ago. |
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