PIZZA and Old Ben
 

PIZZA and OLD BEN
Maybe 2000 or so. Daytona Bike Week again. Yes, we did go to Bike Week and Fall Biketoberfest every time from 1995 on. But every year and every event wasn't as wild at the pizza joint and other places.
--This time one older man, 80 (?) and a biker, 40 something, were there. We’d been stopping during Bike Week, Bikefest, during Christmas/New Years break, and many times during the summers for over 5 or 6 years by now. We were used to talking dirty with those pizza guys and an occasional local who stopped in.
---For some reason bikers and dirty ole men love talkin nasty to women. That was another thing Dollie finally got used to. The dirty talk now turned Dollie on and made her more likely to please. Of course the Pizza crew knew this too. They purposely teased and complimented Dollie, begging her to show her pussy and it’s jewelry even more. For instance, Geno would tell her he licks the cum off her chair after we leave and loves the taste of fish. At first it embarrassed Dollie but she’d still go there and still show off for them.
--The pizza guys and Dollie got an additional treat this time. They had her hot from all their dirty talk, aided by the biker and the old guy. Found out the old guy was a local who often walked from home to have a pizza and just visit the pizza crew. They said the old man was about as filthy a talker as they’d heard. But that’s all he had left in life. Someone told the old man, Ben, he should eat Dollie instead of ordering a pizza. It would be better for him.
---That switched the conversation to playing with and eating pussy. One of the pizza guys told old Ben it already tastes like Anchovies. As he stared closely at Dollie’s partially spread c*nt Ben mentioned he hasn’t seen or felt one of those things in 40 years or more. Dirty talk was spoken by all. Without hesitating or asking her I simply said something like “well Ben, you are seeing this one. Here’s your chance to feel it old man.”
---Old Ben was soon on his hands and knees under the table, rubbing Dollie’s spread pussy and gently tugging on the navel dangly extension in her lip. Dollie told him to wait a minute. She then stood, turned her chair away from the table, giving old Ben more room. Dollie sat and spread her legs even wider. Ben squatted between her legs! No one else had ever performed oral sex on Dollie in years. But I expected it now and she was sort of inviting it.
---Old Ben was giggling and so was everyone else. Ben spent what seemed several minutes just spreading it wide and rubbing it. Someone told him to “stick a finger in or eat it old man.” Old Ben looked up at Dollie then dipped one or two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. He was so shaky and nervous it was like sticking a small vibrator in her c*nt. She was moaning and squirming.
--It was either bad or good timing. A timer went DING! The cook rushed back into the kitchen and soon out with our pizza. Game over and time to eat. Dollie raised up, turned her chair back toward the table, giggled, and we ate pizza. Old Ben thanked us both, as did the biker and the pizza guys. Seems like the biker said something like “hope when I get 40 years older I find a woman who’ll let me eat her pussy. ”I said “why wait.” As he walked over Dollie said “no, not today. But if we meet you 40 years from now we’ll talk about it.”


Or something like that!:eek:

The Daytona Pizza Joint Again
 

The Daytona Pizza Joint Again

---2001 or 2002------I’m thinking it was Bike Week of the next year, or a little later in spring, we stopped at the pizza place and were told old Ben, the 80 year old, had died. They told us how the old guy came in several times a week for most of the year, sometimes with a few other old men, talking about the blonde with rings in her nipples and a wet pussy with something shiny hangin down.
---Over time the story changed. As old Ben would tell in his filthy way, how he’d licked that pussy and fingered it for hours, right there in the pizza place. Then fucked her several times every week when he took her back to his house. The pizza guys said at first they’d tell his buddies the real story. But saw how excited old Ben was and how he believed his own version they are sure he died dreaming about what happened his way. Dollie cried.
---About then, two old men hobbled in. Pizza guy #1 told them this was old Ben’s blonde lover. As we ate our pizza and talked we lied and agreed with the questions we were asked about old Ben eating Dollie’s pussy while we ate pizza. Again Dollie was smiling and adding to the lies.
--Dollie was wearing a mini skirt and her top so low her nipples peeked out. The two old men said if you really did let old Ben eat your pussy and fuck you show us your pussy ring. Dollie spread her legs. One of the old men said “we can‘t see no ring or no pink pussy“. Dollie used both hands to spread her c*nt wide. “Here it is boys, enjoy the view.” I really expected at least one of those 80+ year olds to grab a feel. Neither did. We sat there, again eating pizza and talking about Dollie’s pussy, as two very old men and two middle aged pizza shop owners stared at it. Okay five old guys! I stared too.
A happy/sad ending to the dreams of a few old men.
R.I.P. BEN
Each time someone else leaves our lives we think how the things we've done and the things we do are so insignificant.
Had I not created this Closet Cleaning group all of our memories will be gone in a wink.

PIZZA STORIES
 

------------Old men Come and Old men Go.------------But do old men really Cum?

---We returned to the pizza place a few times a year thru around 2010. The other two old men had died by then. Like old Ben, they used to stop in and talk about the blonde with the pink pussy and the ring sticking in it. Was it wrong to make a few old men happy?
---There were times when there were too many customers, or kids there. Times when it just didn’t feel quite the same or the owners weren’t there. And times when Dollie gave the two pizza guys a nice spread pussy shot and hung her titties on the wrought iron table. Oh yea, they still teased and talked dirty about what they’d love to do with Dollie’s pussy. But neither ever touched or asked to touch.
---We stopped going to Daytona because of my hip problems and other things keeping us busy. What happened to the two pizza guys and the pizza place, we don’t know. Maybe they’re still waiting for that old blonde to come back and show them her pussy ring-------as we eat pizza.

---Other Pizza parlor pussy games happened many years before. Most began as simple tit flashing games, only occasionally ending in a quick butt or pussy flash. As far north as Wisconsin and Minnesota. As for south as New Orleans and the Smokey Mountains. Seems like pussy and pizza just go together. You’ve heard of Chicago Style pizza? How about Chicago Style pussy and pizza? Should have played these games at Taco Bell!

---Hell, I even got masturbated in many pizza places and ejaculated under the table. Two right near the town we live in now. But not lately. It’s not all about Dollie. She used and abused me in public too!
--Read all about these games in PECKERS and PIZZA and MORE PUSSY and PIZZA topics where I will try to skip stories already in my CLOSET CLEANING group and those that are rather boring.

PIZZA in New Orleans
 

More pizza and more pussy. Let the games begin.

---Cum again with me for our first ever vacation in New Orleans. We’d heard about how wild it got during Mardi Gras’ and other times. Seemed like the right place to go. Original plans were to ride the old Harley Panhead Hydraglide with tank shift down along the Mississippi River and spend a week right in downtown New Orleans. Dollie kept packing more and more kinky clothes, mostly biker babe type things, so we ended up taking our car. Chances of thunderstorms may have played a part in the change of plans.
---Musta been about 1968. The factory where I worked shut down in July for vacations. That’s when we had to go anywhere. Had the two boys and Dollie was not yet pregnant with our soon to be daughter born in 1970. Dollie’s mother was willing to watch the boys for the full two weeks. Whenever this was, the weather was great but possible storms predicted. I remember we did hit those storms for awhile, half way down there.
---Had reservations just off Bourbon Street in what I’d call a bed and breakfast, with out the food. It was a small hotel type place among family dwellings. Ya gotta go there to understand how they live in the French Quarter.
---Bourbon street and the narrow cross roads became our playground. Only left New Orleans to take a few scenic drives along each side of the lower Mississippi River and a few trips to check out the swamps and fishing villages. In the French Quarter, we were tit flashed and Dollie flashed---a lot. Even police seemed to turn their heads or enjoy the views. We were told that it’s okay inside most places, outside it was possible to be arrested. Usually only if the gals remained exposed too long or drew a crowd. Worked for us on many vacations there.
---For days I was in heaven. It was everything we heard and more. Gals flashing from the sidewalks, bars, and hangin boobs over those wrought iron balcony rails. We’d stopped in a small biker bar which served good pizza, we were told. Cagin food and we were eatin pizza? Mostly a young crowd hung out there. The biker babes were not a bit shy about showing their tits, ass, and pussy when the guys asked… or even when they didn’t. We liked the pizza and the free entertainment. We were in our late 20’s and used to Dollie letting it all hang out. She did well. Bike Nite was coming up and we were told it gets even wilder, ya‘all come back for bike nite.
---Bike Nite at the bar just off Bourbon Street………… Dollie wore a micro mini skirt and only a vest for a top, both biker black. She’d been showing a few pussy shots while in wilder bars ever since we’d arrive in New Orleans and planned on doing it at the biker bar, if other girls did. She was like many women, she’d show skin if someone else did. And this is why we went to New Orleans. Mini skirts and even shorter skirts were in style in the 60-70’s. My favorite time period.
----Still early. Maybe a dozen bikes out front and several dozen male and female bikers inside, plus a few tourists in shorts and skimpy tops. Hell I was seein tits and pussy before we walked inside. The pussy part when watching pantyless mini skirt wearing gals get off the bikes. The tit part was easy because some gals inside were topless. As more arrived more removed their tops. Yep, Dollie too! At first she’d unhooked the few buttons on her vest and it was gaping open. This was as soon as she spotted others topless or hangin out. Told ya, she was a copy cat.
---We were suckin on a beer and I was takin in the view. Yes, even checkin an occasional pussy. Then things changed----for the better. In walked 4 or 5 skinny young gals, maybe 20ish wearing very little. Most in cheek showin micro mini skirts. They headed for a nearby table, tops soon off and a few raising their pantyless skirts when guys yelled kinky compliments. Even though the scenery was already great it seemed like all eyes turned to the 4 or 5, maybe 6 skinny sexpots. Ours eyes too!
---As they sipped their drinks and began looking around at their audience, they saw Dollie sitting on her bare ass, now no top and titties proudly displayed. Lady like, Dollie had her legs together. Those gals were far from ladylike. All thin, with long thin lanky legs. The kind of legs with space between for easy beaver viewing. Soon all spread wide, displaying pink pussys to anyone in the correct viewing angle. I believe I spied at least three cute little spread c*nts, eventually others, as the gals wiggled, turned, and moved about. Admittedly I’m guessing on how things transpired and what was said. But this is roughly how it happened. At least in my mind.
---Dollie was maybe four to six years older, tits twice as large as the biggest of the bunch. But they all looked great to me. A couple of those gals walked seductively over and complimented Dollie, asking if I was her husband or lover. Dollie said both, making me feel good. Some talk about tits and ass and soon they were braggin. “We ain’t afraid to show our c*nts to anyone who wants to look. I’ll bet you’re wearing granny panties, ain’t you?”
---I’ll bet we were both grinnin like Cheshire cats. Not even sure if either of us bothered to answer. I remember Dollie uncrossing her legs, spreading them wide, and lifting her already too short mini skirt further up. Those two girls, and pretty much everyone within viewing range gasped and said things like “oh my and oh shit!” Half dozen sexy cute pussy and tit showing horny gals but Dollie stole the show!
---We were both invited to join the group of exhibitionist gals. Someone moved our tables together and I ended up between 5 or 6 topless skinny women and Dollie. Fondled a few titties and rubbed a few c*nts. Sometime during the tit and pussy rubbing, my cock emerged from where my zipper used to be. A few gals ended up in my pants and up Dollie’s skirt. Well where her skirt should have been. Life was good.
---They enjoyed our stories of how we play tit games and we loved theirs. Not often we’d find like minded tit and pussy showin people but we somehow lucked out. Whether any were married or not I can’t remember. No men were with them ---The entertainment around our tables caused other lovely ladies to put on their own pussy and titties shows throughout the bar room. Oh yea, we did order and eat pizza and drink some more beer. Can’t remember having Anchovies on mine but faintly remember the smell of fish on my fingers that evening.

DOLLIE, THOSE THREE, AND ME….Chicago Style Pizza
 

-----------DOLLIE, THOSE THREE, AND ME….Chicago Style

--- Somewhere around north Chicago early 70’s. 72 to 74 when I had our 1972 Gran Torino station wagon and fold down RV camper. See, that’s how I remember, from material things of the past. Had Chicago Style pizzas from the local grocery stores. But we were sure the real thing was different. Needed a change of pace from hotdogs and burgers on the grille at camp. Followed the signs to a pizza joint. Lot’s of T & A flashing around the beach, nearly deserted campground, and semi secluded hiking trails left us both horny. Dollie was wearing a micro mini and most likely a bikini top.
---We only wanted pizza. Nothing more. Couple of old guys were working inside. At least 6 or 8 gals and a couple of guys, most looking like maybe 20-25ish. Us early thirties. We musta been near Lake Michigan, a beach, or pool because I remember most of the gals wore bikinis or shorts and tiny tops. Three of em had on tiny short skirts. The guys Speedo type swim suits like I had under my jeans. All were friendly and eating pizza or hotdogs, drinkin soda. Someone suggested the small Deluxe Chicago style pizza. Okay.
---As we waited tits and ass became the topic. Why does this always happen to us? One of the young men began daring Dollie to show her boobs and what was under her skirt. With my help it became a double dare. “You gals show yours and she’ll show hers.”
-- I quickly explained Dollie can’t show you under her skirt because she has no panties on. I also questioned if this was legal and permissible. As old guys sometimes are, those two pizza shop owners/employees were horny. They said that gals often remove their tops and are welcome to remove anything they want while dining here. We doubted this but most of the group there seemed to be regular customers and agreed it happens. Quicker than you read this, all three mini skirted gals stood, dropped their panties, had their tits out and their skirts hiked to their waists. Cute little bodies, titties, and pussy clits. “More“, some of the boys yelled. “We want to see those c*nts spreads wide.” And the three gals spread their legs and, using their fingers, spread their pussies. Almost as fast, at least two younger little gals in bikinis had their tops and bottoms down exposing their itty bitty titties and more narrow slits. No matter how much begging, those other two wouldn’t spread their lips. Probably a good thing considering they appeared under aged.
----Dollie was double dared! What could she do? She looked at me, removed her top and also pulled her skirt up to her waist. Again, just a bald slit. Nearly forgot. Dollie had piercing by then. Nipple rings and a small ring in one pussy lip. Altho she’d planned for years to do the other, it hurt too bad to try. Seeing her lip piercing always attracts more attention to her clit. The guys, and the girls now, told Dollie they want a better look at how that ring is attached, and she has to show her pussy spread wide like their’s were. Actually theirs were no longer spread . But we did get a quick peek at pink.
---Dollie, a semi pro exhibitionist by now, sat on the edge of a heavy picnic table, leaned back, legs spread wide, and with both hands spread her c*nt as wide as she could. Pretty much everyone, especially the two old pizza shop owners, rushed closer to stare into that gaping wet pink cavity. Uncomfortable, Dollie didn’t remain that way long. Yet long enough. One at a time, the three mini skirt wearing girls repeated Dollie’s exhibition on a nearby table in the tiny pizza parlor.
---Pizza arrived, gals dressed, we ate and visited. Still teasing me, the three in mini skirts sat near us, spreading their legs for my enjoyment. As I enjoyed the three little c*nts and my good Chicago Style pizza, Dollie most likely displayed her pussy to others. We talked about how we play these games along Lake Michigan and the many parks and marinas north of Chicago. Paid our bill. Thanked everyone and headed for the door. We were invited back for pizza and pussy games by the old pizza shop guys. Always a good sign.
---The three sexy gals in mini skirts walked out with us. Invited us to meet someplace another day to play flashing games in public. Plans were made to meet at the park where we were camped to join in T &A games later in the week. It never happened. Plans are made. Plans are broken. We’ve learned to take advantage of every opportunity that comes along. Sometimes we never get another chance.

I’ll admit that most of our pizza joint games were only supposed to be tit flashing games. But we did have several more T & A games over the years. Even most of those were only quick Ass or Pussy exposures. Normally, Dollie is only sitting with her mini skirt hiked up to show her bare pubic area. Occasionally a skirt is lifted showing ass to tease as we leave a place. It takes luck, the right group of partners, and hope that no one else walks in at the wrong times.
---I write about pizza parlors. We also spent much time in other restaurants and small local bars. Many tittie bars. Actually it was the bars where our T & A games began. Being at the right places at the right times made those others happen. Ya just can’t plan this stuff! I know. We tried!

PUBLIC MASTURBATION. Training for Pizza Places and More
 

____________________WAY BACK___________________


---Dollie was masturbating me at the drive-in movies soon after we began dating . It was new to both of us and exciting. Then came drive-in movie intercourse. But almost everyone old enough to date at a drive-in has done those things there and on “lover‘s lane.” We almost named our first born son Starlite.
---The earliest memories of me being masturbated in public places, other than my car or a secluded beach, were at occasional strip clubs. As at the drive-in, I wore jeans or dress pants so she had to slip down my zipper and pull it out. Maybe half the strip clubs had small tables with overhanging table cloths. The rest did not. These Clubs were tiny neighborhood strip joints. Converted bars with a stage, pole, and lights added. Most closed down or were shut down often, to be replaced by others. We didn’t attend the more popular places that charged admittance and often had “famous” dancers. Old homes or one car garages converted to neighborhood bars, then to neighborhood strip clubs became the hang outs of low life’s , prostitutes, drunks, and druggies. And yes, inquisitive teens and perverts. Not the most glamorous places to hang out. But often exciting, always cheap.
---Dollie and the very young dancers seemed to notice my almost immediate erection as I sat there. No tablecloth to hide under. At first we sat right down front for better viewing of the girls on stage. Later decided a table off to the side was more private. After all, Dollie often had bigger tits than the barely legal gals often appearing barely 15. I think 18 was the legal age then but from the looks of the nearly flat chested skinny baby faced girls we often wondered. We went more to show Dollie and our latest room mate off than look at those girls. Oh yes, there‘d be a few lookers with cute titties I‘d stare at. Phony tits were not yet popular or invented, at least in the Midwest, and these gals were too poor to afford them anyway.
--- Dollie herself was barely 19. Her and our latest room mate often teased me and rubbed my crotch. Now and then a stripper sitting with us rubbed it thru my pants. 98% of the dancers were wh*r*s, working in those clubs to pick up men. Since I was already with at least one girl, rarely did any dancers proposition me.
---At a strip club with table cloths, Dollie pulled down my zipper and began stroking my prick. She’d only do it briefly a few times during the evening. One time a stripper who we’d visit often at that club, noticed me squirmin and making funny faces, as Dollie’s arm was under the tablecloth. The young gal slipped her hand under to join Dollie in jacking me off. I was used to being masturbated by other gals and usually had pretty good control. That evening I didn’t. I shot a wad under the table in minutes.
---This was the beginning of a new game. Apparently the stripper told other dancers and I began enjoying one or two others plus Dollie when we’d stop in for an evening. Dollie’s masturbation games continued at a few other tittie bars and eventually at some small restaurants when possible. It wasn’t till the 70’s that I was wearing shorts to those Clubs. Sure made things easier to get out.
---We were both lovin this and it happened now and then until I retired. Being older, it was getting very rare by then. I was still getting it up. But the sex drive does wear off with time for both sexes. Never expected Dollie to masturbate me in public after retirement. But, as I mentioned somewhere, our wildest years were from maybe 50 thru 65. I retired at 55.

PECKERS and PIZZA, another INTRODUCTION
 

PECKERS and PIZZA, an INTRODUCTION
---Still can’t explain why most nasty, dirty, perverted, kinky, wild, exciting, fun, illegal games happened in pizza places. But I’m gonna try. Here’s my reasoning for our PECKERS-N-PIZZA games.

--- We mostly went between normal meal hours. Usually mid afternoon or near closing time. Most have full tablecloths which hang down around the tables. You know the type. Red and white checkerboard or black and white checkerboard vinyl oilcloth. Many places we went to had separate semi secluded dining areas. Balconies and short walls separating tables and complete sections in many. Most seemed to have friendly kinky staff and customers. Oh yes. And my wife was as obsessed with my pecker as I was pussy hungry.
---A recipe for fun and games when you are dressed to play and horny. The horny part comes from the fact we were often dressed to play our flashing games or had just come from a day of playing, even cavorting around nude or on secluded beaches nude. Same recipe for games we played with Dollie. Only then tablecloths were sometimes an obstacle and tits were above the tables. Also that was an obstacle when we wanted to show off Dollie’s pussy. An advantage when I was masturbating her, as she occasionally did me.
- --Here’s how those pizza parlor masturbation games began. Those times near home and during regular outings we were just regular people going out for a regular meal, wearing normal shorts and tops like snowbirds, tourists, and Floridians do. A female hand under the table, rubbing a bare male leg, creeping up a loose pair of shorts, can create feelings a male can not control. Similar reactions occur when a male hand creeps up a skirt or shorts. Possibly it’s times like those when “I DARE you” is spoken….Or “do you DARE me?”
--Can you imagine being jacked-off while a cute young thing in a mini skirt takes your food order? Or while eating and others are eating nearby? Can you control the look on your face as you ejaculate on the floor under a table with that gal asking how your meal is, or as others chat about the weather? What do you do when your partner is masturbating you and you are about to shoot a wad, as one or two pretty waitresses wants to know if you’d like another beer?
------What? You've never had that problem?

PECKERS and PIZZA--Florida Style
 

PECKERS and PIZZA
--------or PENIS’ and PIZZA-------------------finally !
I’ll skip the basic quickie Jack-off games and get right to a few rare surprises.

RETIRED BUT NOT DEAD---------- I’ll start with some masturbation sessions I received shortly after retiring to Florida at two separate pizza places. Both times were so much fun my lovely lady repeated the sessions a few times a year for many more years when possible. She said she was gettin even for all the years I drove her wild in public.
---Dollie enjoyed teasin and pleasing me while the young, sometimes middle aged, waitresses fussed over our table. In time these gals became our table side friends, which made it even more difficult for me. And, as you know, women sense strange things happening. Our secret leaked out with two waitresses. What was scary is knowing women can’t keep a secret. How many more employees eventually knew? The cooks? The clean-up crew? Speaking of the clean-up crew, did anyone figure out what those dried up piles of gooey stuff were on the carpet? Gosh ain’t love grand.
---The stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any similarity of people and places is pure dumb luck. Pizza Joint #1. I’ll just say it wasn’t too far from home and we never expected such a thing to happen at our advanced ages, 55 for me, 53 for Dollie. We’d eaten at the Pizza Palace several times since retiring. We enjoyed the small balcony area with the low wall separating it from the main dining area below. (These descriptions fit two popular fish joints we also used for our games).
---We usually went in mid day when very few others were there, but we liked looking out over the open table area. There was only one way in and out of this elevated area with perhaps 6 to 8 tables. We also could see the entrance, the reception area, and doors to and from the kitchen. Anytime a waitress walked out we had plenty of time for Dollie to slip her tittles back in when we saw the waitress heading toward the few steps up to where we were seated. We’d eaten down below so knew that we could be seen only from the shoulders up.
---Once I began wearing shorts I kept wearing them shorter. I figured if I was gonna get my legs tanned I didn’t want a goofy golfer tan. And another secret I had was I’d stopped wearing underwear soon after we married, which was in late 1957. Dating, I often went without. But living with grandparents I had to wear boxer shorts around home and during school.
---Beginning about spring of 1958 I began swingin free. Still, I didn’t wear regular shorts for several more years. And real men wore long shorts! But times and I changed. With the shorter shorts I had to be careful just how short they were and how I sat. The legs of the shorts were usually loose, making it easy for Dollie to creep up my pants. She was as cock crazy as I was tittie and pussy crazy. Strangely she rarely touched another man’s prick.
--Again I wondered off topic to do some splainin! Back to the Pizza Palace. We sat up on the balcony so I could fondle Dollie’s bare boobies. We never tired of this. Of course playing with titties gave me an erection. Odds are Dollie just reached under the table to see how much of a rise she was getting out of me. Dollie probably just pulled my cock out. This is where that plaid full skirted tablecloth came in handy. She began stroking it slowly. Most often this was all she’d do. Prick teaser! Maybe I said “ I dare you to keep pumping.” Maybe she said “ do you dare me to keep playing with it?” Whatever, she was stroking it good when the waitress arrived to take our order. I remember Dollie had her hands above the table as we ordered. One of us most likely dared the other to have her resume the masturbating after the waitress left. We did a lot of daring back then!
--Seems like a young couple sat nearby and soon a waitress was there to take their order. I remember Dollie stopped pumping but still held my cock. I dared, probably begged, her to keep pumping because I was about to ejaculate. Dollie gave me “the look” and just held my prick. Begging and daring her, she went at it long stroking fast. She knew what would happen but sometimes begging pissed her off. When she was pissed she’d play rough! The pretty little waitress and pretty little female with a young man seemed to be staring. Yet they had no idea what was happening under that table when I exploded into the air. I warned Dollie to keep it pointed straight out and please don’t stop. She did good!
---Our pizza arrived, my pecker drained on the floor and probably on the edge of the chair. We giggled, ate, drank, Dollie reached under the table and helped wipe my cock off, and we left a nice tip.
---We had repeat performances at the Pizza Palace many times for the next 10 years. Waitresses came and went. I came and went. For many years we had the same waitress, Sandy. I’d ejaculate before, after, or during times Sandy was standing next to our table talking. There were times Sandy questioned why I was making funny sounds and lookin goofy.
---Sandy was no dummy. One day Sandy told us she knew what we’ve been doing. Possibly the semen stained carpet was a giveaway. Possible it was when I was gasping for breath and gritting my teeth. She’d already caught Dollie with her titties hanging on the table long ago. We talked kinky with Sandy before and she knew about some of our tit games. Sandy described what we were doing as she spoke. “Tell me or I’m going to look.” I believe I’d just shot a wad or was about to. She agreed to keep our secret. After Dollie and I admitted we were dirty ole perverts Sandy hugged Dollie and kissed me on the cheek. She said it is great we are so much in love. Then Sandy said “I’m still gonna look under the tablecloth to make sure.” Or something like that. OMG, and comments about my dripping prick.
--After that Sandy brought extra napkins and begged us to please use them. “The clean-up crew is getting mad cleaning up your messes.” Sandy often asked Dollie to masturbate me while she visited us at the table. Sandy watched the expressions on my face, telling me she usually knew when I was going to ejaculate.
---I might have told her she couldn’t guess. Then she would say something like “you better get some napkins you’re about to cum.” Things were getting kinky and more than I could handle. Sometimes Sandy raised the tablecloth in time to watch the semen shoot out on the carpet. It was always embarrassing. Sandy enjoyed watching Dollie’s final pumps and my ejaculatory performance.
--- Sandy was around her mid 40’s . Another young waitress later told us Sandy squealed to co workers. We were afraid management may find out so didn’t return for several years.
Sandy is long gone.

ROSA‘S PIZZA HOUSE.
 

ROSA‘S PIZZA HOUSE.

---Same time period as above. Rosa’s is a rectangular shaped building with the entrance toward the right end. It is divided into three sections with low walls. As business picked up the middle and left sections would be opened. It was simple to know how busy Rosa’s was by looking at the parking lot. Our first time there it was packed. Must have been seating for 100 and we were diners 99 and 100. Ended up sitting way against the left rear corner. Personally I don’t like being stuck in the middle of a dining room anyway. After the first time, we only stopped when there were only a few customers in the right side section. Proved better for our games and more relaxing.
---Never found out just why, but first time there were many young pretty gals in short skirts, short shorts, and revealing blouses. For years the waitresses wore short skirts and ruffled low cut off shoulder blouses, looking like French servants. Musta wore shelf or push-up bras because they all looked like French Hooters gals. Nice eye candy as we waited what seemed 30 minutes just to be served.
--Remember back in the good ole days when waitresses wore real mini skirts and low tops---and looked like women?
---Finally our waitress walked over. Pretty face like a 15 year old. Petite body like a 20 year old and voluptuous boobs like a 40 year old. Picture this as you picture that. Dollie and I both wore short shorts. We were new to Florida and wanted to fit in getting Florida tans. By this time I had my tiny foreskin barbell piercing. I had to be careful because this barbell often dangled free below my shorts leg. With a little mental stimulation things happened causing that foreskin and barbell to creep out.
---The waitresses would sit next to customers to take their orders if there was an empty chair. Each small table had four chairs and table cloths which hung over the sides. When the girls sat their little skirts rose exposing pretty young legs and those uplifted breasts seemed to ooze out even more. I’d been sitting noticing this on other waitresses as we killed time waiting. Dollie noticed what I was looking at. She was rubbing my bare leg which added to my mental and physical condition. Our little waitress noticed me glancing down her blouse. She giggled and said my wife would be jealous. I just told her my wife has boobs of her own and we don’t get jealous. The waitress saw Dollie rubbing my leg and placed her hand along side Dollie’s, only higher. As Dollie rubbed my leg her hand bumped the waitress’ hand so the girl moved hers farther up.
--At this time we gave our pizza order. I was slowly getting an erection, and we were discussing boobs, life, and being new to the area. Don’t quote me here. Really not sure what happened next. Our waitress either saw or felt the barbell and maybe some exposed penis. I’m thinking the table cloth covered everything from the waist down so she musta felt, then lifted the table cloth to look. Both I and our waitress musta been visibly embarrassed but she kept her hand on my leg, gently rubbing it in short movements.
--She finished our order and left, saying she’d be back soon. Dollie took advantage of my erection and began stroking my cock. She was just going good when the waitress brought our drinks. Why oh why she did it we don’t know. She lifted the table cloth and took a peek. Lucky we were at the rear of our table, a corner with walls hiding one side and Dollie blocking any other view from those 98 diners. But from where the waitress sat in the corner with the table cloth lifted she saw a full erection and Dollie holding it tight!
---I’ll swear that ornery little waitress said something like “ You‘ve got 20 minutes so have fun.” We didn’t have 20 minutes. Even though our beer glasses were over half full she came back early asking if everything was okay. Dollie stopped as the gal got close. Our waitress told Dollie not to stop. She knew! She then lifted the table cloth, watching Dollie masturbate me. I lost it! Shot a stream under the table probably to the chair on the other side. Both Dollie and the little waitress giggled. Again she left. When the gal brought our pizza she also brought a bunch of large napkins, again giggling. Together Dollie and I cleaned up most of the mess .
---Left the gal a nice tip and asked her not to tell. We returned a few times a year for years, but only when the parking lot was nearly empty. The cute little blonde almost always waited on us, rubbing my leg and occasionally touching my penis. She’d sometimes look under the table after bringing our drinks. Dollie would be pumping my rod and grinning.
--Maybe after five or six years, little Blondey introduced another young gal, as they brought our drinks. New gal probably as young as Blondey was when these games started, early 20’s. By now Blondey knew Dollie was probably playing. Blondey said she was moving soon and we needed a new personal waitress to take over. Blondey asked if she could show the new gal what was going on under our table.
---Of course, this girl already knew! Dollie agreed and another new friend was born! Blondey grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times saying she’s gonna miss it. Blondey #2 was even more fun. From the first time as our waitress until she eventually quit, she would get in a few minutes stroking my cock as Dollie watched.
------ Pizza and Penis . Makes me wonder why I didn’t beg to go back more often.

A New Old Game--ELEVATOR MUSIC
 

------- A New Old Game--ELEVATOR MUSIC

As always, an introduction is necessary for a new topic. While it’s

---Actually as much as I can remember, early on elevators didn’t have music. In fact those I do remember had an inner fence or mesh door on the actual elevator that went up and down along with it . As today, each floor had its own separate door. Another thing, all early elevators that I remember had an elevator operator. Always an older man, dressed in a uniform, who asked what floor you’d like to got to, was on the elevator. He’d then manually close the doors, inner and outer, push the button, then stop the elevator with the push of another button. With luck, he stopped even with the floor you wanted to get off of. These elevators were primitive, noisy, they jerked, and sometimes stopped without notice between floors.
---Keep in mind, these first elevator games began in the early sixties. Dollie was around 20, I was two years older. Amazingly, after all these years, I’m still only two years older than her. Altho at times I look and feel twenty years older! We were probably in the prime of our sex lives and really just experimenting with goofy games. Also keep in mind, since it was so long long ago, I am only guessing about what was actually said. But, as you read, you will notice it just seems right.
Cum with us as we take our first tit showin elevator ride.
---Once again, these games started purely by accident. If you enjoy the ride, get on with us again and again as we continue playing with people’s minds in elevators. It was all just for fun and often appeared to be an accident. Accidents can and do happen. (Sometime ago, we saw similar games played on an adult version of Candid Camera, the TV show.)
-- We lived near P---, Illinois, a city with many buildings with multiple floors with elevators. Few back then were over eight or ten stories tall as far as I remember. Our small town had no buildings over two or three floors high and we never played our new games around home. We feared we’d be seen by friends or relatives.
---To spend all day for days playing our elevator games, we went to Chicago or St Louis. The old Sears Tower and large bank buildings were great playgrounds. Usually we’d go to camp nearby, but also to play games. We found out that Malls, places like Macy’s, and other department stores, were not well suited for our tit showin elevator games. Too many mommies and kids. But large multi-story business buildings like banks with doctor and lawyer offices were prime places to accidentally be caught with Dollie’s boobies hangin out! Why? Because fifty years ago men worked in those offices and women stayed home raising kids. Yes, there were secretaries and nurses. But the odds were greater we’d meet men on and near elevators.
---As I lay in bed this morning, my mind wandered back to a simpler, fun part of our young lives. Possible as I get older, my life seems to be flashing before me. Hope to hell it ain’t a sign I’m about to go to that great elevator in the sky!
---Must have been the holiday season, before Christmas. We were most likely just window shopping and planning some tit showin games. Elevator flashing wasn’t part of our plans. Twenty year old Dollie was wearing a mini skirt. Normal for young girls back then. May or may not been wearing bikini panties at the time. She would have been wearing super spiked high heels, as was popular in the early sixties. I do remember she was wearing a silver-grey fur waist length jacket. Also popular before the tree huggers were born. Probably dead rabbit.
---What made this first elevator booby game happen was Dollie wore nothing under the jacket. Yep, we obviously were headed to a strip joint or bar later on that evening. I remember that fur jacket very well. It had buttons as large as half dollars and Dollie rarely buttoned them. She’d just hold the jacket closed when in public, removing her hands when we wanted her to show tittie. I really don’t think either of us planned on her showing her titties in that four or five floor shopping center. After all, there would be families, mothers, and kids. Our rules always have been no showing skin around little kids.
---As previously described, the old elevator man greeted us, as we stepped onto the elevator. No one else was on or near the elevator. I also remember there not being many people shopping that afternoon. We were headed to the top floor for some reason. The elevator man mentioned that Dollie really looked nice. In those days that’s about what would have been said. Not hot or sexy, just nice. Most likely we both thanked him, as I said top floor, or five, whatever.
---Being the young ornery sexpot she was, Dollie sort of flaunted herself and most likely turned around. This is when the accident part happened. She must have moved her hands or let go of the coat briefly. Both me and the elevator operator saw her boobs, partially exposed, as her coat gapped slightly. He asked, “ don’t you have anything under that jacket?” The rest is not for certain. All I remember was Dollie opening her jacket wide and saying “NO.”
---Don’t remember if I asked her to do it or she just did. Back then it could have been either way. (Most likely younger than I am now), Mr. old elevator operator mashed the STOP red button and stared. I’m sure compliments and thank you’s were spoken. Twenty year old Dollie was slim and had nice erect itty bitty titties that pointed straight out and up back then. Actually they weren’t so little for her size.
---I remember hearing bells, buzzers, and seeing lights flashing. Those old elevators had emergency gadgets that set off alarms when they stopped between floors. Finally at the top floor, we got off, giggling. Yep, another game idea was accidentally invented.