Our Early Dress-up surprise games.
 

Our Early Dress-up surprise games.
--- I sometimes do things backasswards------- Those last stories of dress-up surprise games were our most recent times. Let’s jump into the way-back machine and return to a simpler time half a century ago.
---Before color TV, when Coke was a drink, and Gay meant Happy! We could park on a dark side street in any town and walk without worrying about ****, robbery, or murder. This would have been 1960. The reason I am starting here is it was that life changing time of a young boy’s life when he could drink and do adult things legally. I became 21.…Dollie 19. It was then we began checkin out the honky-tonks, bars, and strip clubs. I had been training Dollie---and she training me----into her dressing sexy and sl*tty. I liked that ! Still do.
By then, she would wear mini skirts and low slung blouses in public. I sometimes helped her buy wilder clothes and made cuts, tucks, folds, etc. to make them even more revealing. I suppose these were our first dress-up surprise games. I’d pick out something sleazy and take her to a strip club or neighborhood bar for the evening. Making her feel more comfortable, the strippers were all but naked and many young female customers were dressed much like Dollie was used to.
---I believe I’ve already written on this subject before. Since most evenings were much the same for over fifteen years, I’ll hit the high lights of a few special times when we actually practiced dress-up surprise. At that time, it wasn’t really a game. Just part of getting ready to go out.
---This game was most likely early 60’s. It was Winter in Central Illinois. We had narrowed the strip clubs down to two or three favorites. After visiting for several years, mostly in cooler weather, employees and many customers knew us, and we knew them. As was normal, Dollie went to the bedroom to get ready for our night out at a favorite strip joint. Only this evening she came back into the living room wearing a long coat. I remember asking to see what she was wearing underneath it and her telling me it was gonna be her surprise…..more or less. This could have been our first real dress-up surprise because I was surprised. Who started this new game?
--- Pulled up near the first strip joint and expected her to remove the long coat. Nope! We went inside and found an empty table near the stage. These were those small round tables I had mentioned in other stories. However I remember most Clubs in the Peoria area having room for four chairs close around each table. Still, Dollie kept that coat on. Ordered two beers and began checking out the crowd and a dancing girl on stage. Dollie excused herself to the ladies’ room which seemed odd. She usually doesn’t pee till after a few drinks!
--- In just a short time Dollie appeared in the crowd without the coat. Her tiny dress was extremely short and the small string straps slipping off her arms, exposing most of her nice firm boobies. (o)(o) I will add that Dollie still wore bikini panties with mini skirts back then at Clubs.
--- At this time, Dollie’s titties were smaller and erect. She was around 21, slender, and lookin great. As she walked toward me, it seemed like all eyes were on her. That silly young gal slipped both titties out while still 10-12 feet away, in that crowd. Smiled and pulled the straps back up. But, as she sat down, the loose fitting straps slipped and the top revealed both perky nipples again. o o
---From what I can remember, they were set free most of that evening. Dollie already was wearing nipple rings at that age and they showed up like two small gold lights on those erect nipples. This always happened when the cool air hit them. My woman putting on a strip show at a strip club!
Found out later that another gal had hung Dollie’s coat up for her. This was the beginning of many dress-up surprises by Dollie---and me.

Early Dress-up surprise--my Turn
 

Dress-up surprise--my Turn
--- We were addicted to those small Strip Clubs in Peoria and a few other nearby towns in the Mid-West. Seems as though as fast as the County or a city shut one down another appeared. The nice thing about this was we saw fresh titties and made new friends who we’d plan to meet again at a Club. We also had a few married friends who went with us at times. All the gals were cute, well built and loved dressing wild too. Yes, flashing their titties when we’d least expect it kept it fun. Thinking back, I don’t remember seeing many obese women anyplace.
---Sometime later that Winter, 1963-64 probably. I’ve mentioned this before----- my little brain has those RESTORE POINTS, like a computer…….. My restore-remember places are the vehicle I drove, the place I worked, or something else memorable. In this case, I’d switched vehicles a lot, and jobs. This was just before I gave in and went to the Big Factory.
---I decided it was my turn to surprise Dollie. She was used to flashin her titties and sitting with her butt cheeks exposed in the strip joints and small family bars we were known to visit. We had no plans for friends to go or meet anyplace. I believe it was mid-afternoon on a Saturday or Sunday. Dollie questioned why we were leaving for bars and strip clubs so early. I had an answer. Don’t remember what it was. But it worked.
---On the bed, I laid a tiny mini-skirt and a button down blouse. Nothing more! This time a first for Club visits, no panties! My plan!!!! She didn’t do it without putting up a hassle! Lot’s of b*tchin and moanin involved! We were talking about going to our favorite strip clubs. But I already had other ideas! Heeee heee! I was takin her shoe shopping at what was the first Big Box store in Peoria. Don’t even remember what it was named. Maybe the Giant Store. Not a modern chain store, not nearly as large, and I don’t think the place lasted long. If ya ever tried to move a mule away from a feed trough, then you have some idea of how difficult it was getting Dollie into that Big Box store !
---Here’s a “T” note……… Many stores had clerks, stock boys, and girls who seemed to always be nearby to help. If ya asked for a fan belt for a 1953 Studebaker---or a new belt to match the jeans you were wearing, you just asked. Most times you were greeted with smiles and taken right to where the item was. Imagine that ! Stores like the New Box and clothing stores had a shoe salesman, much like Al Bundy, to bring the shoes you asked for, place your foot on his knee, and try it on your foot ! Imagine that !
My plan, from the beginning, was for MsDollie to buy some new high heeled shoes. “T” note #2----- That’s nuther thing back in the 50’s-70’s----- many women, young through at least middle aged often wore high healed shoes, mini skirts or hot pants, and cleavage showin tops………. Imagine that !
---------------------- The good ole days !!!!!!
----Dollie constantly worried and griped that people were going to see her pussy! My plan exactly ! I just told her “don’t worry about it.” She still did. Even I got a surprise or two that afternoon. We just sort of wandered up and down isles, looking at stuff. There was a young gal in a mini skirt, kneeling down on the floor, stockin shelves…that’s what stock clerks did ! Dollie and I noticed the girl’s crotch….covered with small panties. The stock girl, from her angle, noticed Dollie’s crotch, covered with nothing ! It was obvious to us all what each was admiring ! Purposely, I kept Dollie in the area looking at items higher on shelves….where Dollie had to sort of stretch to see. I even got her to spread her legs, as she noticed the stock gal staring directly up Dollie’s itty bitty skirt.
After we wandered down the isle a bit farther, the stock gal left. To both our amazement she reappeared a few isles over. As we walked toward her, she squatted down with knees bent and spread, pretending to be doing something with merchandise on a lower shelf. We both saw PINK ! ()
That ornery little girl went someplace, removed her panties, and flashed her cooter to us ! She was smiling like a Cheshire cat ! Dollie and I thanked her. To show our appreciation, Dollie did the same !() The things people could do before surveillance cameras ! We visited awhile and repeatedly thanked and complimented one another. The little cutie admitted she’d never done such a thing…Dollie told her this was also a first. Never ever again did we see any female do this the rest of our lives in a store till we retired! At Bike Events, beaches, and other outdoor places, yes! But that afternoon, long ago, was a first for a pussy sharing-showing surprise!
However many gals have tit flashed. Some because Dollie had. Some because Dollie was showin a lot of booby. Sometimes because I was staring too much…something I do! Sometimes just because that’s what ornery girls do.
----Remember, I was takin Dollie shoe shopping? ()

STILL MY TURN ---STILL IN THE BIG BOX STORE
 

STILL MY TURN ---STILL IN THE BIG BOX STORE -----This was way before Wally World!
Remember, I was takin Dollie shoe shopping?

---She didn’t know it yet. And what better way for a man to get extra points than take his girl shoe shoppin ?
By this time of our dress-up surprise shopping trip, Dollie had that special glow ! She was hot ! After some more wandering up and down isles, I headed us toward the shoe department. Yep, there he was, Al Bundy…………..Well, sorta looked and acted like him. Actually, there were two male shoe clerks. One was busy fitting shoes on another cute gal wearing a mini-skirt. Lovely long, lanky legs. I wanted that job !
--- Remember that mule analogy ? Dollie was being an Ass again. “No way am I trying on shoes dressed like this,” she repeated. Perhaps it was not the smartest thing to say---at the time. But I reminded Dollie how we all got a cheap thrill with the little female clerk down isle #7.
---The mule won--temporarily. Again we shopped and looked at sexy clothing. After buying a few halter tops and other girlie things I was getting to her ! Seemed like days. But eventually we accidentally ended up back in the shoe department, just lookin !
There were a few negative sides about clerks and sales people. They were always there trying to sell something. There’s some mysterious thing about shoes, especially sexy pumps, and women, that us men have no clue about. After all, I grab the first pair of tennis shoes, dress shoes, or Wellington boots that fit and I’m outta there ! “Oh honey, look at these gorgeous red 6” pumps. Wouldn’t they look nice with this skirt?” Dollie was already in another world. Panties, or the lack thereof, was far from her feminine little mind!
---Wasn’t no time before she was sitting up high in one of those little shoe store chairs, leg up on Al Bundy’s knee, checkin out high heeled shoes ! Also, wasn’t no time before Al, the other shoe salesman, and a couple of perverted men were staring up Dollie’s spread legged mini skirt…. peering at and into her wide open pink orifice !
Pussy to you folks who live on the backside of the mountains.
---Almost forgot…… Both boobies were slippin in and out of her tiny button top, her bare buttocks mostly in full view, and that c*nt exposed each time the salesman lifted and spread Dollies leg. Why do women have to try on every shoe in the store? But the more shoes she tried on the more people got to see that spread pussy!() Dollie was in shoe store heaven. About the only things she covered were her titties when she noticed too many people staring at her. At least her legs were sometimes together as the salesmen…yea both now….went searching for another box of shoes that Dollie described or saw on a shelf.
--- After what seemed like days and 10,000 High Heels later, we left happy. I was happy because my weird dress-up game was even more successful than I could imagine. Dollie cause she had a few pair of shoes she couldn’t live without! I kinda think those shoe salesmen went home happy too, along with some other grinning male shoppers…..
---Perhaps everyone didn’t think this was such a great show. We noticed a few women slapping, hitting, and dragging husbands to other parts of the Big Box store. A silly fantasy idea to show Dollie's pussy to one or two men turned into way too many close up views of her wide spread c*nt. Most of the time she didn't care or even notice. It's a shoe thing!

SHOE STORE GAMES AND MORE
 

SHOE STORE GAMES AND MORE
---Yep, we played this shoe store game many more times at that same Big Box store, regular shoe stores, ladies wear shops, and even some of the up-scale shoe stores in many cities and towns over the years. Every shopping trip wasn’t always as planned. Dollie didn’t really enjoy displaying her bare crotch to other women shoe clerks. Male shoe clerks were sometimes offensive and nasty. A few guys even worked their hands thigh high and more.
---And we did get escorted out or asked not to shop any longer at a few places. Suggestions and propositions were made. But we took those as compliments. Yea, we had lots of fun…… Not only did I plan more dress-up surprise shoe store visits, Dollie did also ! I sometimes wonder, was it to show her Pussy-- or just to buy shoes ?
Even after retiring, until surveillance cameras began being used on walls, ceilings, behind shelves, Pussy showin shopping trips were common events several times a year. Yes, even in the modern Big Box stores and Home improvement Centers. Were we bad ? Or just brave ? As you know, we kept these secrets many years. Perhaps we should have taken them with us to the grave. But then you wouldn’t be sitting there masturbating, laughing, saying OMG …..!

OTHER SHOPPING TRIPS
 

--------OTHER SHOPPING TRIPS
---Of course, on vacations, camping trips, and many times away from our little town, Dollie was wearing tops and bottoms that exposed much flesh. There were many more times one of us planned a dress-up surprise shopping trip just to play around. Other times were when we actually needed groceries or a thing-a-ma-bob. So, again,there were a few different shopping teasing trips. I’m not even sure these should be in dress-up surprise. But they go right with those above stories. Strangers were surprised. And we often ended up getting surprised also !
---On warm weather vacations Dollie wore bikinis whether going to a beach, swimmin hole, pool, or most anywhere. Wearing them made things happen. We’d just left a beach someplace in lower East Wisconsin and an Adult Store caught our eyes. Ya know, those little brightly colored stores with girlie pictures and flashing signs advertising cheap videos, magazines, and adult toys? Yea videos. Wasn’t yesterday ! In fact was late 70’s. Just bought my 1977 Ford truck and new fifth wheel camper. I remember things like that.
---This shop was in a lonely stretch of two lane highway on one side of the Illinois-Wisconsin line. Forgot which side. Only one car was there. Assumed it was the shop keeper. Assumed right ! We don’t buy any of that crap, but enjoy lookin around and letting Dollie tease the perverts shopping. As far as we noticed, this was the first place of this type with a video camera above the entrance door. I tried the door. It was locked. The lights were on. The open sign was flashing OPEN. The car was parked outside. ?????? A voice from behind the green door directed me to try the door again. It opened ! At first, we saw no one to go with the voice. As we looked around at sex magazines, this weird lookin dude with a hundred tats and as many pieces of body jewelry appeared from behind a beaded doorway.
--- “State laws say you are gonna have to put some clothes on to be in here, lady !” We’re both lookin at naked girlie pictures on magazine covers, videos, wall posters, and in a mirror. Whoops, that was Dollie’s nearly naked body in the mirror. There were pictures of men and women doing kinky things, showing spread c*nts and Cocks. Dollie’s nipples and pussy were covered. What’s the deal?
---Yes, we did want to look around. So Dollie went out to the truck and slipped some kind of over-top beach robe thingie on, I believe. It still showed some tittie and her butt cheeks peeked out when Dollie bent over. Dude said he liked what he saw and that covered enough. If the law showed up she could cover up more.
---While Dollie was gone he said the law is always watchin his place. Mr. Porn Shop keeper also told me he has enough trouble with perverts takin movies into the little cubbies and masturbating and ejaculating all over the floor while watching them. If they came in and saw Dollie wearing that bikini, that’s what they’d be doin.
Almost like a Dollie magnet, or the owner called some buddies, several equally weird lookin men came in the shop. Each pretended to be lookin at porn things. But were not hiding the fact that they were attracted to Dollie. So, here’s where it gets kinky. Mr. Porn Shop owner, the same guy who told Dollie to get some clothes on, asked her if she minded showin his friends how she looked in that teeny weenie bikini. I kept quiet. I knew Dollie loved showin off in bikinis. She opened up the cover-up and gave those two men a look.
---As those young men stared, lovin the view, by their comments, a couple more middle aged, equally tattooed and pierced, men arrived. Now there’s four or five horny perverts right up close, tongues hangin out, I’m sure, checkin Dollie out. One of them pulled the cover-up downward from the back. Dollie left go of it and it dropped to the floor. In so many words--- "more more"--- or words similar, as if she were a stripper on stage, Dollie removed her bikini top. That's how she used to get after a day at the beach.
---At this time I began to worry. But the shop owner warned those guys, as a few reached for those bare tits, for them to keep their hands to themselves. After walking among them and turning so all could see, Dollie put her cover-up on and wrapped it around herself. I picked up the bikini top and we left. Another game, unplanned, but turned out great.
---Are you like me? Wondering how many of those men went into those tiny viewing rooms with magazines or videos….and jacked off thinking of Dollie? Crazy Naw, they wouldn’t have !
---Games like this happened in many other porn shops, Biker Bars, and Tittie Bars. Most just Dollie flashing or going topless for free drinks and thrills.
--------------I remember three more Porn shop stops that were exciting. Cum along. -----------

ADULT PORN SHOPS OF THE FLORIDA KEYS .
 

ADULT PORN SHOPS OF THE FLORIDA KEYS .
---Let me apologize for adding things here which are not exactly dress-up surprise games. However, they were games, and many people got surprises. So this counts !!!! & Here I am, again jumping forward. This time to 2004. Our long Florida Keys Summer getaway. So many fun kinky adventures during more than two months acting like tourists. As a matter of fact, we were tourists.
---I’ll only write about three more Adult Book store type places. First was directly across from the very first campground we stayed at Key Largo. Each time we left the campground, that Porn Shop teased us to cross the street. On the way back from someplace North of camp, we were on that side of the street.
---Yep, sexy clothing was advertised on sale. Dollie begged me to go inside. Found out they sold slightly used Strippers’ clothes. Like how long do those things get worn anyway? Not thinking about this before, Strippers either trade, give away, or sell their outfits regularly. Being seen in the same ole gown or dress gets boring for the customers. This stop was life changing for the both of us. Just inside the door, there was a poster advertising a contest…. A PIMP & HO CONTEST. Never heard of such a thing but were told all about it without asking. In fact the two pretty sexy lookin young lady sales clerks insisted we enter it.
(Ya ever notice, gals workin in Adult Centers, ladies wear shops, and other places like that always seem to be hot lookin babes dressed to thrill?)
---An easy first place win, they kept saying! So, I guess this meant I looked like a Pimp and Dollie a wh*r*!!!!! No, they said. She just looks like a winner! Yes, we did know what the names stood for! But a contest ? Dollie bought some sleazy sl*tty stripper clothing of some sort and we bought a few naughty souvenir statues. Thanked the gals for the information and left.
--- I believe the contest was the end of June or first part of July. I remember later being camped along the Gulf watching fireworks. But, we only had reservations till a few days before whatever the date was for the contest. Even at that, we had to move to three more different campgrounds since I hadn’t reserved early enough. And we could only get two weeks max in State Parks anyway.
--- But, this has nothing to do with a dress-up surprise yet. Back at the campground, Dollie tried on whatever Stripper apparel she’d bought across the street. Oddly, I can’t really remember the items. (So many wild days….So long ago !) But I remember her looking hot in them. So hot she had to go back across to the Porn Store-souvenir shop- clothing joint, whatever--- to show those young women who had been braggin on Dollie lookin good. And I went to get nuther peek at their cleavage! More so now, they insisted we check into the Pimp & Ho contest at the Holiday Isle Resort.
---Those young women also insisted Dollie try on a few more outfits. They’d sell them to her cheap if they fit. The first things were dirt cheap already so why not? As Dollie went into and out of the changing room, a small crowd seemed to gather, men and women. A few of those Stripper garments didn’t fit well and Dollie walked out with her tits or butt cheeks exposed. Surprised me and others. So I guess this counts.
---Got some more sex clothes she didn’t need---or have room for. Plus got leads on other Adult Porn type shops and specialty apparel shops that also sold discount Stripper clothing. Unlike those Adult book stores in the Mid-West, many of those in Florida Keys also sold and rented costumes for Fantasy Fest and events like the Pimp & Ho contest.
--- In between seeing the sites, riding the glass-bottom boats, etc. Dollie went wild trying and buying clothing…. again that we had no room for in the van or RV. Okay, I miscalculated…. This may involve more than three more Adult type shops. Seemed to be many from Key Largo to Key West. Each place we went there were signs advertising that Pimp & Ho contest. Those posters were in bars in Key West! Also seemed like every employee of every kinky shop told us we should enter. We’d win easy! Some of this may have been the fact Dollie was wearing the tiniest bikini top or blouse she could keep her boobs in… (most of the time)… or some other tit and ass showing outfit. She was lookin sexy. At least that’s what we were told. But give a drunk a marguerite and they’ll tell ya anything.
---I’m not sure what kind of communication system they use down there. But Dollie was being greeted on a first-name basis, as we wandered farther South to those Adult Clothing shops, Video-Book stores, and honky tonks. And most begged us to enter that stupid contest.
---Wanna know why? It wasn’t till we were camped at Long Key that we found out. Again, there, we were encouraged to stay long enough for the contest. Seems like we ran out of camping nites only a day or two before the stinkin contest. But that ain’t telling you why many people wanted us to enter that Pimp & Ho contest. I say US cause I was the Pimp part……. Actually just there. A mannequin coulda did my part.
--- Here is what we were often told by the locals. -------- Most women who enter those contests, especially this one, are young small breasted girls who don’t actually show much skin. But, there are many middle aged men and old men in the audience to gawk. Like me, most like women with some meat on their bones….and big bare HOOTERS.
---Dollie fit that description well. As added encouragement, we were told by those shop keepers, campground personnel, Bartenders, barmaids, tourists at the Resort where the event would be, even the cute female activity director and security,….and many half-drunk happy tourists…. like us…. that they’d be yelling, whistling, clapping for us if we entered! Damned that seemed like half the people in the Keys !!!!!!
---But, more surprises first. We continued to stop in those Adult Centers and costume specialty shops. Dollie continued trying on naughty type clothes and walkin right out of the dressing rooms to model. Dollie’s titties continued slippin out to surprise us all. (.) Even at some famous bars on Duval Street and other Keys hangouts, Dollie would continue surprising me. We had a Dodge van….loaded with her clothes. Dollie often changed as I drove, or while parked at various tourist attractions. I never knew what to expect! Surprise!

------------------Look Hun, a Thrift Store !
--- Alright, one more. It is kinda sorta different, yet not! By now most of you figured Dollie is a discount buyin clothes freak. I enjoy it for the entertainment value. Soooooo, we stop at a Discount Shop. Kind of a Salvation Army--Thrift Store type place. Other junk, but it’s kinky clothes Dollie is always after. She never lets me buy old black and white TV’s, broken cassette players, or other neat old stuff!
---There is a bus load of Downs Syndrome people and others of that type in there, lookin around. I’m not sure if any of them have ever seen bare tits or ass cheeks before! But they seemed to like what Dollie was showin them every time she came out of the changing room with something skimpy on… or partially on. These were some of the friendliest people you’d want to meet. They were helping Dollie find more clothes, helping hold the door, helping her put her titties back in place…helping!
---It all ended when those in charge of the group decided it was time for them to load up the bus and depart! Even the clerks were getting a laugh and a thrill out of this show. Yep, surprise!
---There’s more….. But enough of this. What about that damned Pimp & Ho contest ?
Look for that story in SHE'S A WINNER because Dollie is still tryin on clothes and sharing surprises.

Creating our Candid Camera Daleshot Truck Games
 

Creating our Candid Camera Daleshot Truck Games

---During these new games no pictures were taken. I wanted them to be just for fun and not posed.

---I begin with details and facts seeming to have nothing to do with our Candid Camera Daleshots. But I always include information to show what leads up to different events and games. Read on and don’t fall asleep. ----Maybe around 1995 or 1996 when we accidentally created the Daleshot at the nude beach. This began a whole new type of game. (Daleshot----bending over nude exposing your pussy.) Or as long as the pussy is exposed from clothing.
---Fast forward---Around 1998 we were occasionally staying at our friend BP’s motel near Daytona. When we didn’t stay at the motel, we camped, yet stopped often to visit BP. This motel is not the nicest place to stay but we got one hell of a bargain and were havin fun playing games with BP. We also stayed there when taking one of our street rods to a car show several times each year. Two bike events and at least two car shows a year gave our special friends something to look forward to.
---In other stories I tell about BP being a tit lover and he was lovin Dollies boobs. Not only was BP one of our primary partners, there were a half dozen permanent residents at his motel who were basically bums living off the government who got free peeks. They spent every chance they got sitting outside their rooms drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, grillin, and bullshiting. At first our room would be on the end, not far from their rooms. Later we got the suite across the parking lot. From where I parked at the suite to where they sat across a turn around and grassy area was around 200 feet, more or less.
---Dollie always wore her tiniest micro-mini skirts because we were visiting and teasing BP, Dale, Jim, and many biker friends. For our visits Dollie wore the tiniest of tops. Could be a very small bikini top, halter top, low button down top, or maybe a skinny strapped tank top. Dollies’ typical mini would barely go to her butt cheeks. Many were not legal for public. But the way I parked at the motel and at friend Dales, we could sneak around. All of this is detailed in other stories.
--- We’d stop at the motel office, check in with BP, tease, and he’d fondle Dollies’ titties, then I’d drive across to our room. After a few years BP had gotten several looks under Dollie’s skirt, even lifting it to check her bare ass. But hadn’t really seen her bare c*nt. He was a tit man. Another thing we discovered about BP was that he was braggin to those half dozen guys about Dollie being his play toy.
---We found out from BP and those men that BP had other female guests who he sometimes fondled for discount rent. Eventually we were being invited into BP’s apartment when visiting or after checking in. His wife worked a day job and his teenaged daughter was in school or with friends. Meeting the wives of special friends kept them in check. Now the tit games were more fun and more comfortable on the sofa or living room chairs. Until then we stood in the office.
---We both explained our rules to BP. The one he remembered was Dollie’s boobs were now also his boobs. That meant he could pull them out anytime and anyplace to fondle them or show them to others. BP did just that . He’d have us walk down to visit those renter friends. It became part of nearly every visit for BP to play with Dollie’s tits as we talked to several of those 40 to 60 year old men.
---Now to get to why I am adding this to truck bed Daleshot games. We had driven the 1955 Chevy station wagon over for a large car show. Dollie was wearing a teasing type micro mini and a loose tank top. BP wasn’t there but we had our own key and he expected us. We opened the room and began unloading. Dollie opened the rear of the wagon. It has a tailgate like a pickup truck. Dollie crawled up and inside, grabbing bags. When I walked out of the room I saw at least four of those old dudes staring at our wagon. As I walked around behind the wagon I saw what they were really lookin at. Dollie’s skirt was nearly to her waist, her ass and wide spread c*nt in full view. She slid out and took a few small bags inside the room. I grabbed something and followed her. I explained what had just happened. Dollie asked if I was mad. Hell no, I thought that was kinky.
---As I started back outside Dollie asked if I’d like her to climb back into the wagon and hand me the other stuff. I sort of said “REALLY?” or something. Dollie climbed into the wagon and mostly just fooled around while bent over on her hands and knees. Two of those skinny bums walked over, pretending to be interested in our old 55 Chevy. They glanced at the wagon but mostly stared at Dollie’s spread pussy. Oddly neither said anything about IT! Dollie did the same thing when we left. Did the same thing the next year when we took the wagon over. I believe a few of the guys had moved away and some were new. But they also knew about our games with BP and knew to be watching when Dollie bent over the tailgate or got into the old wagon.
---Several years past. Many Daleshots from across the parking lot. All this time, smoking and drinking in front of us and no one asked if we’d like a beer. I’m sure they barely had enough money to buy their own. BP was getting ornery and kinky by now. BP told the four guys sitting there if they’d get us a beer he’d buy some more. Someone went in the room and brought out a twelve pack. BP told him to place Dollie’s beer on the ground in front of them. BP had a plan! Dollie stood between BP, the four men, and me, turned away from us, bent at the waist, picked up the beer----------slowly! Whatever she wore was very tight and short. Went above her ass when she bent over! Needless to say everyone behind her got a good Daleshot!
--- From what I remember the conversation, as we drank our beers, was about Dollie’s tits and pussy. Another beer was placed on the ground. Dollie thanked them but said one was enough. Of course, everyone begged her to pick it up. After enough teasing, Dollie turned and again picked up the beer. She stayed bent longer, wiggling her ass . Many years of tit games and Dollie now being masturbated by BP in his apartment were normal. And years of BP asking Dollie to give his buddies Daleshots was also normal.
--- BP told me these guys don’t believe he gets to fingerfuck Dollie while I watch. Can I show them,” he asked? As much as I can remember I think I just said it’s up to you and Dollie. I don’t even remember if she answered. I do remember she bent over again. I guess that meant YES ! Remember, we were outside, right near a busy highway. But for those games we’d just registered and my van or truck was blocking the road while at the office. Other times another vehicle was there. Still it had to be quick. BP gently slipped a finger into Dollie’s wide opened pussy and began working on it as me and four other men watched. Probably one of the wildest things that happened up till then. This also happened several times a year for nearly a dozen years. I know, this had nothing to do with our new Candid Camera Daleshot games. Yet the training did.
--- The first times the Daleshots happened with our truck were Fall of 2004. And as far as I remember most times after that was an accident. It goes something like this. Dollie often wore very short shorts or a mini skirt. We were camping a lot and traveling. I will hit on the times I remember when she wore a mini skirt but some of those narrow crotched shorts exposed the same view. She rarely wore panties except occasionally to shop or be where kids were, like at the car shows. Even the longer mini skirts seemed to have the same affect when bending at the waist or on her hands and knees.
---When camping, Dolllie would climb into the truck bed with fiberglass topper, to get things out. On occasion another camper would walk past our site or even walk up to welcome us, at just the right time. to get a peek at Dollie’s bare ass and pussy. Never more than a quick look. This probably happened other times when neither of us noticed.
---The other places I remember were at large highway rest areas. An occasional tourist walked or drove by. Again, at just the right time. They’d often stop to look, comment, or honk if driving. These few times happened from 2004 until the summer of 2013. No big deal and Dollie seemed to enjoy when I told her what had happened.
---Giving Daleshots at nude beaches, campgrounds, and other places was normal for many years. I began daydreaming about doing this more as a game with the truck. Dollie thought it was good idea but never did follow through. Now that we are older we haven’t been camping or to any bike or car events. Walking wears us out. With this game we don’t have to walk much.
---After trying it in late summer 2011, we’ve played the Candid Camera truck Daleshot game over a dozen times. Each was fun. As you will read, there were sometimes two or more players involved.
The following new series includes several of our first successful afternoons.

TRUCK BED CANDID CAMERA DALESHOTS--How and Why
 

TRUCK BED CANDID CAMERA DALESHOTS, more new games.

---Anyone following my stories knows that the original Daleshots are performed when Dollie bends over naked, or without panties while wearing a skirt, to expose her pussy spread wide open to those behind her. In the past, Dollie’s pussy has often been in full view for up close looks. But at closer to eyeball height while on hands and knees in the close confines of a pick up truck bed just seems more daring and wild. This also obviously makes her easier to get at which is more tempting. We both realize and understand the possibilities of temptation which just makes this game more exciting.
Yes, this game is different than our other Daleshot games because it is played using our pick up truck bed.

-------TRUCK BED CANDID CAMERA DALESHOTS

--- Notice the games get wilder as we get older? Many of you older members remember Candid Camera, the TV show, which was on many years ago then repeated in other forms later. There were even some adult versions. Well, this is also an adult version but with a twist. My game of Candid Camera does not use cameras of any kind. Just the basic idea of a surprise. Here is a description of the game as I made it up.
---The main props are our pickup truck with Fiberglas topper and Dollie. She wears only a micro-mini skirt, usually a full loose one. Also a loose fitting top. Plus shoes and nothing else. The game is really a pretend interview to study human nature. No real records are kept. In fact, as I ask questions for the pole, I usually say you are player number 25. We’ve played this game twelve times so far.
---Here’s how it works……… I park the pick up truck where the rear is semi-secluded. Could be in a small business lot, park, or rest area. We choose a player, I lift the topper door, and I ask him to lower the tailgate so my wife can get something out of the truck bed. I explain that I have back trouble, which I don’t ! We lay a small rug or blanket on the tailgate for padding. Dollie climbs in on her hands and knees and crawls just inside to get something. So far for a jacket or water bottle. No matter how far Dollie crawls into the topper, she is never far away. The truck bed is only 6’6” long.
---Several times she has turned around to crawl back out, the way I like the game to be played. This does two things. First, her bare ass and pussy are in full view, as she bends or crawls forward. Then both bare tits are showing as they hang down and out of her tank top. They look large this way ! Keep in mind, people are different and act differently. Also where the game is played makes some differences in how anyone can react. So far the new games have gone very well. I will now explain my normal questions. These also vary according to the situation. But this is my basic game. Others do not know this is a pole until Dollie gets back out of the rear of the truck and I begin the questions.

--#1 What were you looking at?
--#2 Did you get a good look ?
--#3 Did you like what you saw?
--#4 Did you see her tattoos?
--#5 Where and what are her tattoos?
--#6 Which tattoos would you like to see?
--#7 Did you like the front view or rear view best?

Keep in mind the answers from the player and other things determine what questions are asked and what order.

--- About this time I explain that this is like a Candid Camera game without cameras. I say it is our contest to see how people react. Then I say you are player #25. After most found this was a game and Dollie was doing it on purpose they really got interested. Especially when they thought we’d played it with so many others. Sometimes I’ve told them the name of this game is Candid Dale-shots and explain how we got the name. This alone is good for more conversation. The kinkier we appear, and the more they think we do, the easier it is to get them to co-operate. And Dollie is normally getting attention or teasing as we talk.
--- We usually discuss whatever they want then I ask if they’d like her to climb into the truck bed again. Yes, questions about touching often came up. This is the basic game. Now for a few actual games we’ve played. I just remember where they happened and the results. Words may not be exact.

Remember, it's all for fun so no photos were taken.

Daleshot--GAME ONE----Too Close to Home
 

GAME ONE----Too Close to Home

---I had discussed playing this game with Dollie for years. She sort of liked the idea but would never play it till late one summer after our kinky vacation. Even then, she hadn’t planned on playing it. She just happened to be dressed for the occasion and I sort of set her up. Her skirt was perfect, full like a square dance skirt, yet extremely short. We’d been riding around the boonies and I pulled into the rest area along the Suwannee River. Normally this one is never very busy and those stopping are often tourists from out of state, at least out of town. They like walking down the ramp to an aluminum pier to check out the famous Suwannee River.
--- The small parking lot follows a circle around the restrooms. I never back in! This time I backed into a spot near the end of the first half. There are picnic tables nearby with views of the river below. Trees, bushes, and small picnic shelters hide us from boaters, the highway bridge, and those driving in. Anyone parking next to us still couldn’t see into the truck bed. Only someone behind our truck could see into it. Rarely does anyone walk to this end.
---As is normal, no one was there when we got there. As we walked along the fence looking down below at the river, a biker came in and parked near my truck. He was staring at Dollie’s mini skirt and tit showin top. I noticed an out of state tag on his motorcycle, as we looked it over and began to talk. Friendly, as most bikers are. Still not exactly sure how the game began. Mr. Biker was complimenting Dollie on her ample boobs, partially exposed tittie tattoos, and skirt, saying older women don‘t dress like that anymore. Said he loved it.
---She was turned on. I believe that’s what did it. I just remember asking him if he minded lowering our truck tailgate so Dollie could get a bottle of water out. Basically the game just happened. I like it when that happens! I do remember her grinning at me, as she climbed up into the truck bed to look for a bottle of water. Likewise the biker was looking into the truck bed, but not at a water bottle ! Dollie’s legs were apart, as she knelt there, bending forward. Her pussy appeared to be wide open ! I remember the biker saying “DAMNED,” and other things. Dollie didn’t hurry.
--- Remembering my begging and fantasies about this game, Dollie twisted around till she was facing out. Both titties just hanging there in full view. “DAMNED” and other compliments, as Dollie handed me the water bottle, and slid off the tailgate, grinning, her pussy again showing. Our new temporary friend began asking if we go to bike events and if Dollie ever flashed. Of course, we spent considerable time talking about our past experiences.
---Things were going so well we both nearly forgot this was a Candid Camera Daleshot type game. It would have been a great experience if I hadn’t even brought the game up. Why? Because the biker mentioned something about seeing a rose on Dollie’s ass and some bird tattoos on her boobs, which were still very much exposed. He asked to get a better look. Dollie freely showed the biker her butt rose and boob birds, up close and personal. She was also fascinated by his tattoos.
---Mr. Biker asked if I had any tats and if Dollie has anymore. She loves it when that happens. Dollie told him about the honeybees on her honey pot and the wreath around her pierced bellybutton. “Can I see?“ he asked ! Glad no one else drove into the rest area. Dollie sat up on the truck tailgate and laid back. She pulled her little skirt up to reveal her bellybutton tat and her five little honeybees. At this time her c*nt was tightly sealed. Mr. Biker said he liked it the first time he saw her pussy, wide opened! Dollie spread her legs slightly. Mr. Biker still said he liked it when she was up on her hands and knees because he could see the wet pink hole.
---I decided that this was gonna officially be our first Candid Camera Daleshot. So, I began asking questions and explaining that this was a game we play. Did the lie thing, told him he was player number 25. After a bunch of questions and answers I asked him if he really wanted to see Dollie climb back up into the pick up bed. “HELL YEA” was his response! Dollie did it, remaining mostly on the tailgate this time in perfect view and within touchy feely distance.
---Touchy feely distance? Yep, that’s what it became. Mr. Biker was convinced that if we had played this game 25 times before and didn’t mind showing Dollie’s tits and spread wide c*nt, we wouldn’t mind him touching her ass and pussy. I told him I didn’t mind, ask her. Not even sure if he got to the asking part. I remember Dollie telling him to play with anything he wanted to. Mr Biker rubbed her ass cheeks and then Dollie’s now wet pussy. Wasn’t long before he had a finger buried in it , masturbating her. Bad timing, or maybe good. Two cars pulled into the rest area parking lot. Game just getting exciting. Now game over. But this is the way we like it. Quick and fun.
Mr. Biker thanked us and rode off. I closed the tailgate and topper lid. So easy you can do it in a truck bed near you!

THINGS HAPPEN--
 

THINGS HAPPEN----


--- As you see here, any time you play games such as these, you must realize the chances you are taking. Masturbating Dollie was not in our plans. But when a bare pussy is available, anything is possible. Thankfully Dollie now enjoys a little finger-fucking by other men....Okay, Dollie enjoys it a lot!
---What amazes me is that she hasn’t been fucked yet by another man. Our regular game partners have been warned and we use their wives as bribery. We are as careful when playing games with strangers. We do the best we can to play where we have a way out or there are people near who can see or hear if we have a problem. Luck has also been on our side.
---This game was created to be played by only one partner at a time. But like most of our games, changes are often made along the way. Naturally it is always safer when only one stranger is involved in any of our games. But any game will be more exciting with more players. We look at extra players as a bonus for us. Also, sometimes we have to choose to have two players or none, as you will see. Another note. Why bikers? ----Walking up to someone with a car or truck, we have no idea what their interests or hobbies are. Bikers can be fun!
---I guess because we have so much in common with bikers, they seem to be easier targets for most of our games. After all, they are already outside, many have tattoos, love looking at other tattoos, and lookin at women. Also, very few are bashful or afraid to say what’s on their minds.
---Our original Closet Cleaning games were hidden in our minds for many years. Never meant to be shared. Together we try to get the facts and words said as close as we can. Since we are not getting out as much, I created this new game. They are all fresh in my mind and most happened in the past few years. I am able to make notes or write the stories within days of them happening. What was said is more accurate.
---We have already played over a dozen of these Candid Daleshot games and the stories already written to be added when I have time. What happened in each game was not planned or expected. Sometimes things just fell into place.---Pun intended---Hope you enjoy these new Daleshot stories.