Daleshots---GAME TWO----Still at the roadside park
 

GAME TWO----Still at the roadside park
---This is a very small rest area with a circle drive in and out along a famous river far far away. We walked a short distance and sat at one of the cement picnic tables. As I wrote, this is not far from the ramp down to the pier and the sidewalk to the rest rooms in the center. A fence separates the rest area from the Park so we were near the far end of the picnic area.
---Most people don’t wander beyond the main parking area and picnic tables. But one old guy did. He had been one of the two cars that had pulled in. An older couple from the other went to the restrooms, looked down at the river, then left. We’d both forgotten just how short Dollie’s skirt was. I hadn’t noticed that she was sitting on her bare ass on that cement picnic table till the guy walked over staring and commenting on Dollie’s exposed legs, ass, and boobs. Old people in Florida are like that. We say what we’re thinking.
---These tables are rather large and awkward. Too tall and the seats too far away from the actual table top. Dollie wasn’t sitting very ladylike, her legs spread apart. Her pubic area and at least one honeybee tattoo was exposed, along with a good amount of breast meat and most of both bird tattoos. The old fart was an apparent tattoo lover……or lover of female flesh ! A conversation was soon started. He was a stranger in these parts. Don’t remember what his tag was, but he was also from out of state. We don’t normally play any games near our home or hometown. But do sometimes in this rest area because of the tourists. We see em once and they’re gone. And twice in a row, our new partners came to us.
--- This old dude was at least our ages and as kinky as I am. He didn’t hesitate to let us know what he was lookin at. We had a partner whether we liked it or not. Of course, we could have left, but why? Dollie was already preheated and horny. I’ll just call him Blue Ford. No not Buford! Mr. Blue Ford was standing close and telling us how he’d love to see more of MsDollie and her bee tattoos. This was her fault. He’d said he could see one and Dollie just had to tell him she has five. I sort of winked or whatever to her and asked our partner if he’d mind putting down the tailgate on my truck because I hurt my back.
---Dollie knew the plan by now. She didn’t hesitate to walk with us two old guys to the rear of our truck. She didn’t hesitate to crawl up there to get another bottle of water. She did hesitate as she knelt there in doggie fashion with the water bottle in her hand. Once again, her c*nt was wide open and shining. Mr. Blue Ford seemed to love the view. Of course I have no idea now what he said. But believe me, he loved what he was lookin at. His age, and single, might have been a good long time since he’d seen one of those things.
---Dollie began sliding backward to get out. I told her she should turn around. It would be easier on her knees. Ya know the real reason was to give Mr. Blue Ford a nice tit shot. Dollie turned and just knelt there awhile resting. Nice boob view. Teasing, she began jiggling them back and forth. She finally crawled to the edge of the tailgate, handed me the water, then remained there.
---Mr. Blue Ford wasn’t more than a few feet from Dollie’s boobs, staring and mumbling about them. I remember him talking about feeling them. One of us told him to go ahead and feel them. I remember him repeatedly asking me if it was okay. Guys just don’t feel comfortable fondling another man’s tits. Mr. Blue Ford worked Dollie’s udders like a farmer milkin a cow.
---I’m thinking another car or an RV pulled into the rest area and game two was over. Mr. Blue Ford never did get to see those other four honeybees. But he sure got to see the honey pot!
--- This was Candid Camera Truck Daleshot number two and we didn’t even explain the rules or that it was a game, this time. Maybe we don’t have to!

GAME THREE----Lookin for a Candid Daleshot Truck Game
 

GAME THREE----Lookin for a Candid Daleshot Truck Game

---More than a month went by and we’d talked a lot about those two Candid Camera type Daleshot games. Dollie admitted it was fun both times. But these games were not really games we’d planned. They just happened, as so many of our games seem to do. This is the advantage of being ready and being dressed to thrill. But now we wanted to play by our rules and create our own Candid Camera Daleshot truck game.
----We decided to go out and actually play a few Candid Camera Truck Daleshot games. You know, games where you surprise people where and when they least expect it. Dollie put on a very tiny mini skirt. This one was an old standby blue jean skirt along with one of her button down low blouses. Again, those items and shoes, nothing more. The skirt wasn’t as bad as some, she could actually wear this one in public. We had no idea where to go to find a Daleshot truck partner so I just headed north out of town. Pulled into a small filling station and just sat there awhile. Parked in a small bar parking lot and killed some more time. Stopped along the river at a small boat landing. All places had a few vehicles in the parking lots. But no one was coming or going and it just didn’t feel right. Yes, I had backed in all places with decent privacy for our game.
---Took a ride thru a small town on the Gulf and parked at the end of a tiny point where there was camping and fishing available. Again I was parked where the rear of the truck had privacy, unless a fishing boat pulled up. This would be no problem because we would see and hear one if it did. No one around but at least we could look at the Gulf and eat the lunch Dollie had packed.
--- We were sitting at a picnic table under a pole type shelter, Dollies blouse mostly unbuttoned. Again, sitting with her bare ass on the table seat. Two bikers rode down, parked just beyond the shelter, and walked along the shoreline kickin rocks. Hardly seemed to notice us. We finished and wandered over to look at their motorcycles while they were still several hundred feet away.
----Maybe finally noticing us, Dollie’s outfit, or worried about their bikes, they headed back. We’d never seen them around and wondered if they lived nearby. After small talk found out they were from Florida, but nearer Miami, a long way from here. Since Dollie wore a tit showin top, which means it was also a bird tattoo showin top, the conversation soon went to tits and tats. Both of them also had tattoos. See how Dollie’s tattoos have made our job of playing booby games easier?
----Dollie had no problem showing those young men her tittie birds and her butt rose. Would she show them her honeybees and bellybutton wreath? I figured she would. Yet we were here to play our Daleshot truck game. I stopped Dollie before she could even agree to show her honeypot honeybees. Changing the subject, I told her I needed a bottle of water from the back of the truck. She understood. I asked the bikers to lower the tailgate for me, explaining the bad back thing, which is not really true. But what other way are we gonna get people over behind our truck?
----These two young men, (40’s ?) were giving Dollie the once over and complimenting her on her choice of skirts. It really does seem that men still love older women in mini skirts. Up went the topper door, down went the tailgate, and up went Dollie onto her hands and knees. This skirt was even better than that full skirt the last time. It was so tight and short it was immediately above Dollie‘s ass cheeks. Again, she pretended to be looking for a bottle of water, taking plenty of time to give our two new game friends a good long look at her now spread pussy.
----They looked at me, looked at that c*nt, and giggled. One asked me why I wasn’t upset or mad because they were staring. Straight-faced, I told them I’d be upset if they didn’t look. This did what I had hoped. They stared even more and began telling Dollie how nice her pussy looked. I’m thinking she thanked them then crawled backward to get down off the tailgate. No tit shot this time. But she’d already showed both boobs when showing them her tittie tattoos earlier.
----We stood behind the truck talking about motorcycles and bike events…plus tits and ass, for over an hour. One of the bikers brought up the honeybee tattoos again. Once more, Dollie sat up on the tailgate and lay back. As she did her skirt pretty much went up automatically as she slid onto the tailgate. But to make sure the bikers got a good look at her bellybutton wreath too, she worked the skirt up to her waist. Not sure how her tits ended up out of the top. Either they slipped out or she pulled them out. There she lay, basically naked.
---This time her legs were hanging down. One biker stood next to the tailgate on each side of Dollie’s legs. Couldn’t gotten any closer to her. Dollie asked them if they could see all five honeybees. The lower tattoo wasn’t fully visible so they said no. Dollie told them to spread her legs or whatever they needed to do to get a good look. Both bikers spread a leg apart then pushed her crotch even wider to count the tattoos. Even then Dollie’s c*nt was barely spread. Looked more like a slit or sideways mouth.
----One biker mentioned feeling those two bare boobs, the other mentioned spreading that pussy wider and fucking it. Now it was my turn. I told them they can do pretty much anything they would like except stick a cock in her. Both bikers looked at me and said something like “REALLY”. In no time they were both fondling Dollie’s tits as one of them spread her c*nt wide and began finger-fucking her.
----Not sure if it was to be fair to the other, or because his hand was tired, they switched off masturbating Dollie awhile longer. Time stood still. I’m guessing a good half hour was spent playing with Dollie’s c*nt and tits. Even then, several cars and pick up trucks circled the parking lot and left. A few fishermen parked on the far side of the little peninsula but no one came near where we were. My job was to keep watch, which I did, as I watched Dollie get a good workout .
----So far, this new game was working out super. But it still wasn’t being played according to my plans. I didn’t get to ask those questions or even mention this was a preplanned contest or Candid Camera game. Again, it was the two bikers who had to leave. Dollie hugged them both, thanking them. I shook hands and thanked them too. Both repeatedly thanked us for a memorable afternoon and told us to look for them at Daytona during a bike event. Dollie and I jokingly told them then we can do this again. Both loved that idea. Ya never know!

GAME FOUR--Still along the Gulf.--Daleshot Games
 

---GAME FOUR--Still along the Gulf.

---Last time we lucked out and played two games the same day in the same place. Why not here? We sat at the table and munched on some snacks and sodas. Yes, we carried a cooler in the truck with soda and ice water. We didn’t really need that warm water that was in the topper. Again, as we sat there, we laughed and talked about this last game. Dollie mentioned trying it again while we were there. Did I mention I have a great partner ?
---We were on the prowl for another subject to play our game with. Dollie was the bait. We were at the Gulf and there were now several fishermen across the small parking lot. Let’s go fishin ! We wandered along the banks and stopped to visit a few different fishermen. I could see this wasn’t gonna work the way my game was planned. But it would still work like those flashin games of the past. The fisherman loved staring up Dollie’s skirt from farther down the shoreline. And each complimented her on her nice tittie tattoos, which she would then show them completely. Both titties and tattoos. But it wasn’t the place to be showin her honeypot or bees. I’m sure a few got a glimpse of both anyway.
---We ditched that plan and headed back to the truck. I’d already put the tailgate back up. As luck would have it, a middle aged guy drove up beside us as we walked thru the parking lot to my truck. He coasted along, talking dirty, and flirting with Dollie, making kinky comments. As we got ready to get into the truck he parked next to it and kept making remarks about Dollie’s boobs and how he’d love to suck on them. Not the personality that turns either of us on.
---I figured what the hell let’s see what happens. I mentioned needing help opening the tailgate. Dirty-mouth offered but Dollie wasn’t interested and told me so. But as he and I walked to the rear of our truck, she followed. Dirty-mouth kept begging to see Dollie’s nearly bare boobs so she whipped them out for a quick flash. He lowered the tailgate and kept staring at her tits. Like a well trained puppy, Dollie climbed up on the tailgate, her skirt automatically exposing her ass and spread c*nt again. Dirty-mouth shocked us both. He said something like “DISGUSTING”, got in his car, and left. Dirty-mouth was disgusting and disgusted ! We still racked this up as a successful Candid truck Daleshot game. After all, Dollie did show her spread pussy and bare boobs.

Daleshot---Game Five--Sex Shop
 

GAME FIVE----Sex Shop.

---We’d ridden past this small out of the way shop several times over the years on our way to visit friends. Signs advertising ADULT TOYS AND MOVIES. In smaller print, signs advertising sexy ladies clothes and biker apparel. Dollie often mentioned stopping. But the place never seemed to be open or have cars in the tiny lot. Friends who’d stopped said it was always closed.
---Must have been toward the end of 2011, we’d both had many doctor appointments in the Big City. Dollie surprised me. It turned out to be one of her dress-up surprises. She had put on skin tight pants with a mini skirt over them, a low tank top, and a jacket, for her doctor’s appointment. Seemed odd, but many women wear similar outfits. She knew I was planning on a few Home Improvement store stops afterward and wanted to look decent at first, then sexy.
---After her doctor visit, Dollie removed the tight pants and her jacket. The skirt was definitely a mini skirt ! But she was wearing bikini panties also. Her excuse was because the skirt was so short and we were going to those Big Box home improvement stores and lunch. As much as I begged, she wouldn’t take off those panties. Dollie was right about the skirt being short. Her panties were showing while sitting in the truck. I was getting turned on and soon had an idea. It had been over a month again since we played those Candid Camera Daleshot truck games. “If you take off your panties I will take you someplace to play our newest Daleshot game.” That didn’t work either. Her excuse was it’s too cold out.
---Not even sure how it happened, but I passed that adult joint and there were a few cars out front this time. Even a neon light on one of the signs. Dollie asked me to stop. Time to ask her to take off her panties, once more. I convinced Dollie maybe we’d find a truck Daleshot game partner in that shop. Besides it’s always kinkier when she goes in those places nearly naked. This time she agreed and removed them.
---I backed in just past the small building, slightly beyond the other cars there. Inside we were greeted by the pleasant owner and two male customers. I’d say they were happy to see us. Rarely do women go in these low classed places. Small but bright inside. The typical girlie magazines, adult videos, adult toys, and a few racks of clothing. The videos/DVD’s and adult play toys were nearer the door so we headed toward them just to look around. We rarely go in these places to buy anything. Just to fool around.
--- Embarrassing Dollie right off, I picked up a very large vibrator and asked her if she wanted it. She picked up a small one, maybe 4”, saying this one is too big for me. All the guys were watching and listening. Dollie soon wandered over to the racks of clothing. I figured she would spend a lot of time looking and trying on those things so began looking at dirty magazines and video boxes. One of the men shoppers left and the other walked over, showing me the magazine he was looking at. A pussy magazine with page after page of pussys in all shapes, sizes, and positions. He pointed at a few bent over doggie fashioned with large spread c*nts. He said these are the kind he loves, pointing at those with fat lips like a taco or hotdog bun. I told him that’s the kind my wife has.
--- Paul, I’ll call him, said he heard Dollie say her pussy was too tight to take a very large vibrator, asking how it could look like those and still be tight. So, here I was, standing next to Pussy Paul, sharing a girlie magazine with assorted pussys, talkin about Dollie’s pussy! How do I get in these situations?
---The store manager walked over to see what we were looking at. He also commented that he likes those fat pussys too. He said he heard me telling Pussy Paul that my wife has a tight yet fat pussy. He also said she looked sexy in her short mini skirt and low top. Mentioned they could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Both said they bet she is wearing panties. Hell no, I said. She rarely wears a bra or panties. This got their attention. Pussy Paul said he was about to pay $6 for that pussy magazine. Told me he’d give me $6 for a quick look at my wife’s pussy bent over like that. The manager, Porn Shop Pat, said he would kick in another $6 for a peek. I told them both it was fine with me but they’d have to take this up with my wife.
---In a short time Dollie came over from looking at clothing. She had no idea what we were talking about. Said everything was too large or too expensive. Before those two men could say anything I told Dollie they wanted to make her an offer. They wondered what you have under your skirt and want to show you some pictures. The customer with the magazine showed Dollie the two opened pages of pussys, asking her which hers looks like. Dollie pointed at those two girls down on hands and knees, and another bent over, all with fat spread lips, saying these ! Both guys told her those are my favorite kind. Dollie lifted her skirt up and down very fast, showing she had no panties on. So quickly that all they could tell was she had no panties on.
---Both men repeated the offer they’d made me about each paying $6 for a quick look at her bent over. Dollie said “oh my famous Daleshot! I do that all the time.” But I won’t do it in here. Too many hidden cameras and you might be a policeman. The man repeatedly told Dollie he is not a Cop. But she still insisted she wouldn’t do it there. The offer got better. The manager, Porn Pat, said she could pick out one top of her choice if she showed him her Daleshot. Dollie still said no, it could be a setup. Then she said if I do it accidentally it’s legal. Come with me to our truck.
---I knew her plan and liked it. Dollie picked out a sexy vinyl halter top which was around $20 and handed it to the manager. She said it was the cheapest thing there. He removed the tag and handed it back, smiling. The customer handed her $10 and we walked out to our pick up truck. I put up the topper lid and lowered the tailgate. Both men stood beside me as Dollie climbed up and just inside the topper. Once again, her mini skirt was up nearly to her waist, her legs and pussy spread apart. Dollie lowered her body, her ass sticking upward. Both men loved the view and complimented Dollie on her pussy looking as good as those young girls in the magazines. Seemed like she stayed there for ever. But probably only a few minutes. After Dollie asked if they got a good look, she slid back out.
---Dollie turned around, sitting on the tailgate. She asked if they wanted to see her tattoos. She pulled her boobs out of her tank top, lay back on the truck bed, and lifted her skirt up. Both men were surprised at Dollie’s honeybees and now tightly sealed c*nt. It’s like seeing two pussys on one woman. Spread wide and with fat lips when bent over, tight when standing or laying on her back. Both admitted it probably was very tight that way.
---Dollie sat up and thanked them both. Porn Shop Pat asked us to come back anytime. As they stood there in the small gravel parking lot waving, I drove away. It’s times like this we question if Dollie is a wh*r* by taking gifts or money for sexual favors.
I still didn’t get to play this game according to my plans. Never got to ask questions or say this was a Candid Camera surprise. Since this is a small business in the boonies and the owner/manager loved Dollie’s game, we will return.

Daleshot Games---GAME SIX----The four wheeler Bar
 

GAME SIX----Daleshot truck games at The four wheeler Bar

---Seems like there are a hundred small bars around where we live. I class them as three types. Redneck truck bars, biker bars, and neighborhood bars where workin men, farmers, hunters, and fishermen hang out. This is just my general description. They all overlap and sometimes are difficult to classify. I’m not including the big city yuppy and hippy bars or the other fancy joints. We go to the good ole boy hangouts in the boonies.
---Most have very few customers except on weekends and holidays. But all we’ve stopped in have friendly staff and local customers. These small-town and edge of town bars are good for tit games, both watchin and showin. Since we are both on so many medications, we rarely drink anymore. One or two beers has been our limit for years when we do go out.
---Dollie was wearin an indecently short tight skirt and a low thin tank top. We weren’t doing anything except taking a ride in the boonies and lookin at nature. We’d been past that little bar many times but never stopped in. A few ratty lookin jacked up trucks in the parking lot. I had backed into a front row spot away from the door and single picture window, even though playing games wasn‘t on our minds. I guess it was now a habit.
---This area is four-wheeler country and a lot of younger people love mud boggin. The barmaid and maybe half dozen redneck customers were inside. They were friendly and seemed happy we stopped in. Besides the young bartender, there were two cute young girls drinking beer with four or five young guys. The girls went wild over Dollie’s clothing, especially her micro-mini skirt. After everyone in the little bar gathered around, introducing themselves, one girl lifted the back of Dollie’s skirt, asking her if she had anything under there. The girl said something like “whoops, she don’t.” Everyone began making comments about Dollie’s tittie tattoos and large nearly bare boobs. Looked like this was gonna be a fun afternoon.
--- The other girl and most of the boys hadn’t seen Dollie’s ass so the second gal asked Dollie if she could peek. Dollie answered something like “sure.” This gal lifted the left rear of the tiny tight skirt revealing Dollie’s rose tattoo on the left cheek. Everyone loved it and seemed shocked that they saw no panties. A few asked if she was wearing a thong or tiny panties. Of course Dollie said “no, nothing.” They wanted proof, asking to get a better look at the rose tattoo. Using both hands, Dollie pulled up the rear of her skirt, exposing her ass fully. Everyone examined the rose closely. Maybe her ass too! Truthfully only Dollie’s ass was showing during this viewing. She hadn’t bent over or spread her legs.
---The cute bartender asked what we’d like to drink, brought two draft beers, and someone paid. The conversation switched to Dollie’s tits and tats. Her tank top was already revealing much booby. She asked if it was okay to pull them out and show her tattoos. There was a unanimous “yes.” Dollie’s tits were looked at, one girl rubbed Dollie’s hummingbird tattoo, and we drank our beers.
--- I was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. Everyone else was dressed pretty much like me or wearing bib overalls. Since it was cool outside, Dollie was getting chilled being nearly nude in the bar. She said she needed a jacket. Someone offered theirs but Dollie said she’d get one out of our truck. IDEA! We both have jackets and sweaters in the backseat of our pick up. We also have extra clothes in the topper. I told Dollie we could get her jacket out of the truck topper if someone would open the tailgate for me. I explained my phony sore back. Pretty near all the guys offered. Dollie said we only need one helper. Yes, she knew my plan! What if they all went outside?
---I don’t know how we convinced the others to stay in the bar, but only one young guy followed us out to the truck. I say young, as most were mid 20’s-40’s. Kinda young to be foolin around with us old farts. But they seemed to be havin as much fun as we were. This would be our youngest Daleshot truck Candid Camera game partner but far from the youngest for regular Daleshots. Guessing he was around 35. But as long as they are over 21 we feel pretty good about it.
---Dollie prefers older men because our own boys are now grown ups. She feels creepy with anyone too young. Altho now that we are over the hill, every partner is younger. Actually, most games are kinkier with guys less than 30. Older people have seen and done most adult things. Dollie didn’t have to do this. She could have just gotten a jacket from the cab of the truck. She is never forced to play any game.
---By now you know the routine. Open topper lid and tailgate, Dollie crawls inside, looks for jacket, turns around, crawls out. Shows spread pussy getting in. Shows bare boobs getting out. This turned out to be an extended viewing! Dollie spent a lot of time looking for a jacket which gave our young friend plenty of time to study the scenery. Whether she was in a hurry or not, looking in her clothing bag and finding the jacket was gonna take some time and we both knew it. The young guy loved it! I really believe Dollie could have gotten her jacket much faster but was loving the way this young guy was describing what he saw.
---Finally, I get to actually ask questions, explain that this is only a Candid Camera game. Then we waited for his responses. Only problem is this young guy has never heard of Candid Camera but understands after a brief explanation. Yes, he admits he was shocked, surprised, and loved the view. After telling him about Dollie’s bees, he also wanted to see them.
----As Dollie lay on her back in the truck bed, a couple of the other guys come out to see what’s taking so long. Caught Dollie laying, legs spread slightly, skirt up to her waist, both tits out. “What’s going on?,” they asked. We just said Dollie is showing their friend her honeybee tattoos, which they see, as they walk up to the truck. After close examination, Dollie got out, put on the jacket, and we returned to the bar. We visit, have another free beer, and leave.
---We both wondered how long it was before our new Daleshot partners told the others about our game. Another fun afternoon playing fantasy games. This was one of the few Daleshot truck games that went according to my game plans. We’ve talked about stopping back at that bar to see if the same barmaid and some of those young people are there. Mostly, to see if anyone mentions our Daleshot game and the possibility of doing it with some of those other young guys who were there the first time. Someday.

GAME SEVEN------The Boat Ramp Tourist
 

Keep in mind for every Daleshot truck game you read there were dozens more similar in many places. Some were planned. Some just happened randomly. As I always say, ya gotta dress to play---to play!


GAME SEVEN------The Boat Ramp Tourist

---Getting out more during these mild winter days, Dollie was again wearing a tiny mini skirt and a low blouse. Our basic plan was to just ride in the boonies, check out the scenery, and take some short walks at a few small boat landings along the river. Maybe spot a Manatee or Gator. Why not dress to thrill while we are at it? That’s the only way to play our spontaneous games. Might just do some quickie tit flashin, ass flashin, or most any other game, if the situation comes up. Dollie had packed a cooler with lunch and sodas. I‘d put it in the truck topper to keep it cool since the heater was on in the truck.
When we walked in the boonies among the critters, snakes, and gators Dollie didn't realize I could run faster.
---There is rarely anyone at most of these places except during weekends or holidays. When there is, it’s only a few fishermen or picnickers. Since it was still chilly out, Dollie wore a sweater, hiding her low blouse. But this never stopped her from flashing before. Jackets and sweaters are made to unbutton and open wide. Mini skirts have a way of riding up when sitting or bending. Accidents can happen.
---Again, we never really planned another Daleshot Candid Camera truck game. As in the old days, we learned it’s better not to plan or make these games happen. It can be a waste of time and often spoils the fun. We love being surprised too, and love surprising ourselves. As you’ve seen in the above games, anything can happen if dressed right and meeting the right people. There are days and weeks when our best plans provide no games.
---We’d stopped at pretty much all of the local county parks along the river. We saw very few people and very few critters. I was backed up toward the woods so we could look out into the river. No boaters, nothing except nature. Dollie’s skirt was nearly to her waist and her beaver was showing. So far the onlly wild animal I spotted!
---Since it was warm in the truck Dollie had her sweater open and her boobs mostly exposed. Had I been a younger man, I may have fooled around a bit. Instead, I mentioned going home and maybe stopping at the Suwannee River roadside park for our picnic lunch, like we did for our first Candid Camera game. Joked about finding another partner there. Dollie must have been hot too. She agreed.
--- Just like it was planned, another pick up truck drove into the small park and boat ramp. A middle aged man got out and walked down the boat ramp to look up and down the river. His truck was clean and fairly new. He appeared dressed neatly. Not your typical redneck local yokel. I noticed a front license plate. Florida doesn’t have a front tag! I told Dollie we have a game partner. She just giggled. I told her we should walk down and visit, maybe tease him a little. She thought anything was better than sitting there in the truck staring at the deserted river.
I began spouting out rules. Rules piss her off! Leave that damned sweater in the truck and pull your skirt way up. It was already a mini and was nearly butt cheek high when standing. Of course, Dollie b*tched and moaned about freezing but did it. We hadn’t walked far when Dollie got our new partner’s attention. I was noticing his Iowa tag which always makes me feel better. Out of State! Of course, here, it didn’t mean the guy doesn’t live on the next road from us.
--- Bingo, he was from out of state and just sightseeing like we were. Married, with kids, staying with friends. Nearing retirement age and thinking about moving to the area. Horny and loving looking at Dollie’s boobs and butt cheeks. Maybe we can convince him there are a lot of fun things to do right here. Caught another one!
---What was she thinking? We were all standing about 10 feet from the water, on the small boat ramp. As we talked and our friend stared at Dollie’s tits, she walked to the river’s edge, bent over and felt the water. Said it was cold! Daleshot! But once wasn’t enough. Dollie heard Iowa Joe whistle and talk about her bare pussy so she did it again. Iowa Joe then asked me if other women around here dress like that. I had to be honest and tell him it’s rare, but some do. Brief description by him of Dollie’s and his wife’s c*nts, and his disappointment that his wife looks nothing like Dollie and would never dress like her. But he made it clear he loved the way Dollie dresses and acts.
---As Dollie walked back up to visit, our partner asked her if he embarrassed her. Dollie told him it’s just natural and she’s been giving her Daleshots for years. Said she didn’t even think about it when she did it, briefly explaining why we call those Daleshots. She apologized for embarrassing Iowa Joe. Iowa Joe in return thanked Dollie for the view. She told him that if his family moves here maybe she can do it again sometime.
---I was thinking there was no need now to play our Candid Camera truckin Daleshot game. Iowa Joe had already gotten two Daleshots. But Dollie wasn’t finished yet. She told Iowa Joe that we were about to have a picnic lunch. If he’d help her get our cooler from the topper we’d share or lunch with him. I quickly explained the bad back lie and said Dollie was going to have to put down that heavy tailgate. Two things about this. Dollie had already shown Iowa Joe her pussy and the cooler was just inside the truck bed. There was no need for anyone to climb up inside it. I figured she would just bend over to get it, exposing her butt and a tight closed c*nt.
What a woman! Iowa Joe lifted the topper door and lowered the tailgate. Dollie leaned over, grabbed, and handed me the cooler. Yes, a pretty good ass and pussy shot was seen by Iowa Joe and I. Apparently Dollie wanted to play the real game. She said she needs to get a jacket or sweater because she is getting cold. Remember, her sweater was in the cab of the truck right on the front seat !
--- Dollie put a small rug on the tailgate to protect her knees and climbed inside. Once again, a full wide opened sn*tch in full view. Again, she fooled around looking in her carry-all bag for a sweater. Iowa Joe was staring and telling Dollie she better hurry because she is making him hot. Dollie giggled and told him he could turn his head if it was bothering him so much. I’m not sure what all was said but I remember she asked him what he was looking at and to describe what it looked like to him. Iowa Joe went into detail, as Dollie remained in that doggie fashioned position for quite awhile.
---I remember Iowa Joe warning Dollie that he was gonna come up there and play with her pussy if she didn’t get out of there. I’m pretty sure she dared him to do it. He did! Iowa Joe climbed into the topper beside Dollie and began rubbing her ass, then her spread pussy. She was giggling and moaning, like I’ve asked her to do at times like these. Iowa Joe again gave us both a warning. “If you stay here I’m going to finger-fuck you.” He looked back at me and asked if it would be okay. Not sure exactly what I said but something to do with “It’s up to her.” Don’t remember Dollie’s answer either but must have been “OKAY“ . Iowa Joe masturbated Dollie several minutes then they both got out of the topper.
--- For the third game we sat at a picnic table with a Daleshot truck Candid Camera partner. We had a small lunch together, as we all laughed and thanked each other. It wasn’t until we were nearly done eating when I remembered the actual game rules. I asked Iowa Joe the normal questions and finally told him this was a game. He knew about the original Candid Camera TV shows and was amazed when we both told him this was our Candid Daleshot game. Like the others, Iowa Joe could hardly believe this was a planned game just to surprise and show Dollie’s pussy. Seeing their expressions when they find these are not accidents is priceless. Thinking he was player number 25 was shocking.
--- Shaking hands, hugs by Dollie, thanks, and one last question by me. Want to see another Daleshot? You know the answer. Actually Iowa Joe probably got three more Daleshots. As we got up from the picnic table, she bent over to pick a napkin or something off the ground, Iowa Joe behind her. As Dollie leaned into the truck topper to put the cooler in, Iowa Joe was watching. But the grand finale was when Iowa Joe followed Dollie around to watch her get into the truck. Before getting in, she leaned forward on the front seat, her bare ass and c*nt again fully exposed. Iowa Joe gently patted Dollie’s ass and rubbed his hand down her spread pussy. After getting in, her skirt was nearly to her waist. Iowa Joe looked in at her bare pubic area, once more thanking us for a great time. Amazingly no one else came down to that little park.
---Another reminder----------We see a pattern here that we didn’t plan on but always knew was possible. We both need to realize Dollie may get masturbated while performing this Daleshot game. Unlike at a beach or anywhere else in the open, it’s just too tempting in the confines of the truck topper.
---So far, all great experiences . I enjoy watching, they enjoy doing it, and Dollie enjoys having it done. So what’s wrong with this? Everything in life is a gamble and at our ages we don’t have a lot more time to play. I realize this and I believe Dollie does too. That’s why she is so willing. That and she’s havin fun!
Since anyone reading this already knows about our games, they will not be made these offers.

GAME EIGHT----Mo, the mini skirt loving Pervert Returns
 

GAME EIGHT----Mo, the mini skirt loving Pervert Returns

---Meeting Mo again. To really understand Mo and how this game came about, you should first read my other stories about Mo at the Big Box Store. I will quickly review. Mo was attracted to Dollie’s mini skirt while shopping at a Big Box store September 2010. At that time she wore thin bikini panties under a very short skirt because we were in our own hometown. Still, Mo got a good butt cheek and covered crotch shot.
--- May 2011 we randomly met Mo again. Dollie was wearing short shorts and high necked blouse. She was telling Mo about her new tattoos, birds and the honeybees. Dollie just gave Mo a quick peek since we were again in the Big Box parking lot. Mo was hot! This time he saw Dollie's pussy peeking out of those narrow crotched shorts.

Don't get me wrong, we like perverts. I are one!

Way back in May 2011 we had agreed to meet Mo the next week to play around again. Our plans were to have him follow us to a small park or someplace safer than the Big Box store. Dollie had a last minute doctor appointment so we missed Mo. We did stop at the store later that day and often each week for months. Then sort of forgot about Mo. Our first two meetings were just by accident. All we knew about him is he lives 10-15 miles NE of our town, drives a white XX truck, and shops at the store most XX afternoons. Didn’t think of getting a phone number.

Finally, the Daleshot truck game with Pervert Mo
---Since we hadn't seen Mo in a long time and we met another man similar to Mo, I just started calling this guy Mo also. Neither is really named Mo so it didn't matter. But it gets confusing.

---November 2011, we were at the Big Box. Dollie shopping and wearing medium length skirt minus panties and a vee necked blouse. No plans for anything except regular mail stop, groceries, and lunch. She’d been in the store nearly and hour so should be out soon.
White XX truck parked next to me and the original Mo got out, grinning and yellin hello. I got out to greet him and we talked a little about what we’ve both been up to. Dollie soon pushed her shopping cart our way. Normally we put the groceries in her side back seat for ease of unloading at home. I opened the topper lid and put down the tailgate, telling Dollie it would be better to put the groceries in back. She knew why!
---There were bags of empty soda cans and a battery in the way. Dollie and I began tossing the bags to one side. Mo noticed Dollie’s skirt creeping up to her butt cheeks. I got her attention and signaled her to pull that skirt way up. Dollie took the hint, went to the side of the truck to put her purse inside. Actually she pulled her skirt up like a mini skirt while at the other side.
---I had finished moving the battery and the bags of empty cans but told Mo to wait and Dollie would climb into the topper so I could hand her the grocery bags. See game in progress. Of course, as Dollie crawled into the truck bed and partially inside, her skirt crept up exposing her ass and pussy. As I began handing her the small grocery bags, Mo told me he’d get those. Looking directly at and into Dollie’s spread c*nt, Mo handed her the grocery bags one at a time. After the second or third bag, Mo patted or rubbed Dollie’s ass. She giggled. Handing her another bag, he rubbed his hand down her pussy. Dollie giggled again. Forget how many small plastic bags Mo passed to Dollie, but after each one he now rubbed Dollie’s pussy and ass.
---At one time a young couple walked toward our trucks and behind. Dollie sat up to hide her butt. Behind our trucks were other empty vehicles providing some shelter. I was still concerned about possible surveillance cameras but there were no light poles in the area.
---After the couple passed, Dollie got back on her hands and knees. She was now nearer the back of the topper. I was beginning to worry about someone seeing from either side. When I mentioned this Dollie tugged at her skirt to pull it down a bit farther over her ass. This still left her c*nt in full view. Without asking, Mo began gently masturbating Dollie. It lasted several minutes when she decided this wasn’t safe. Dollie slid out and sat on the tailgate as we talked about this game.
----Of course, I told Mo how he was the 25th player and this was our newest game. Mo was amazed that we’d played this game with others and he was number 25. (Made up number)
---Plans were made to try to meet every week at about the same time, only at a nearby park for a little privacy. Mo agreed. Several weeks passed before we met Mo again. I believe we had a doctors appointment one week and he didn’t show another. For some reason we didn't meet mo again at the Big Box. Probably a good thing.

GAME NINE-------Mo at the park.
 

GAME NINE-------Mo at the park. Late November 2011.

---Meeting Mo at the Big Box was not safe because of hidden cameras and shoppers in the parking lot. We decided to meet at a close by sports park.The small park is rarely busy through the week except when baseball games are played. There is a large parking lot and just the empty ball fields behind, if backed in. Mo was already there at the back of the parking lot. The front of his truck aiming toward the front of the lot. I backed in just ahead of his truck. I put down our tailgate and we stood there visiting. Our cooler with sodas and snacks was carefully placed at the very front corner of the truck bed.
---Dollie was ready to play. She had on a very tiny mini skirt and a button down blouse, mostly unbuttoned. As she got out of the truck she pulled the already short skirt up to her butt cheeks. She really isn’t fond of Mo because he is what she calls PUSHY like friend Dale. PUSHY as in they don’t hesitate to get with the games! Personally I like that. Don’t fool around when you know what you want and what you can do.
---I suppose Dollie expects foreplay. And the others do fondle her boobs and hug her for awhile before they go for the pussy. I tell Dollie they’re not gonna fuck you so get used to them being quick and to the point. That goes over like a lead balloon too! I also remind her to look at yourself, dressed so easy to get at. If you expect foreplay, keep your stuff covered up so they have to work to get to it.” Of course, it was me who trained her to dress to play years ago.
---Anyway, Mo was fondling Dollie’s tits in a short time and peeking under that micro mini. Wasn’t long before he was rubbing her sn*tch. Mo was hot and let us know he already had an erection. He told Dollie she’d better get up in that topper soon or he may have to masturbate himself. (If you read the other stories about Mo you will know he likes that) Dollie giggled and crawled into the truck bed. I asked her to pass the cooler out before any games were played. I sat it on the ground under the tailgate. Since we were alone, Dollie remained with her knees on the tailgate, in easy reach. As many times as I see her pussy that way, I still stare. As Dollie lay her head down, Mo began rubbing her pussy, then masturbating her. She was moanin and telling Mo how great it felt.
(Standard procedure I’d taught Dollie, whether it was true or not.)
---Maybe five minutes later a city police car came down the road. Dollie turned around, pulled her skirt down, sat on the tailgate, put a beach towel over her legs, as he turned in. I grabbed the cooler, handed out sodas and sandwiches. As we stood there eating, the cop circled around us and waved. We said hi, waved back, and he left. Glad we had the cooler handy. Made this look better.
--- We finished our lunch and Mo began playing with Dollie again. This time she lay on her back on the truck bed as Mo fondled her tits and masturbated her some more. When he complained about her pussy being too tight, Dollie put her feet up and bent her knees like a frog. This opened it up and made her pussy more visible. I have no idea how long we took turns fondling her boobs and finger-fucking Dollie. She was lovin it!
---Mo, like Dale, needed masturbated himself. He began talking about his hard-on and needing it stroked. This was not the place for this, unless he got into the truck topper too. After some discussion, Mo parked his truck about 4 or 5 feet away from and beside mine. He opened both of our truck doors to create a shield. That worked.
Mo pulled his 6” hard prick out and began wiggling it. He asked Dollie to work on it. With a little coaxing she began stroking it. Just like the last time, Mo was soon dripping semen and then squirting. But Dollie didn’t give up. She kept pumping it as Mo moaned. Dollie worked it till Mo stopped draining, even though he kept backing away.
Finally Mo couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his prick and pumped as fast as he could, making it squirt again. I still get my kicks watching Dollie have fun.
In a way, this wasn’t a Daleshot Candid Camera game. But everything happened except the surprise!

Daleshot Truck Games--GAME TEN---------Return to the Redneck Four Wheeler Truck Bar.
 

GAME TEN---------Return to the Redneck Four Wheeler Truck Bar.

---We wanted to check out that Redneck bar again where we’d played our Daleshot truck bed game. Really wanted to see if those guys told the barmaid and their other friends. I’d missed my birthday treat at the tittie bar so I suggested we stop at that truckin type bar again. It was a mid-week afternoon. Dollie wore a mini that was a bit too short for public and a skinny strapped loose fitting tank top. We couldn’t go many places dressed like that. Just in case, Dollie had a longer skirt and a sweater she could slip on.
---I slowed down as I approached the bar in the country to check out the lot. The parking area is just off the county highway, near the road when pulled or backed against the bar. Three off-road lookin trucks and a small car right up front. Good, not too busy. Dollie said let’s stop. Figured the car belonged to a bartender. I was right. Same gal we’d met a month or so before. Three young guys, one for each truck. One remembered us, altho we didn’t recognize him. He reminded us that he was one of the young men who’d caught Dollie laying near naked in the truck bed before. Shook hands and welcomed us back. Told his buddies and the bartender Dollie was the gal who showed his buddy her pussy. That’s a thrilling introduction.
---But, they didn’t seem to mind and it sure became a conversation starter for the afternoon. Basically the other two guys were staring at Dollie’s partially exposed tats and tits and begging to see more. Especially those honeybees they’d heard about. Dollie and I both told them “not in here.” Of course, then they wanted to go to our truck for the real show. As much as we’d love to show three young men Dollie’s bees, tits, and pussy, we weren’t thrilled about the idea of doing it.
---What could we do? The wheels in my perverted little brain began spinning. Okay, here’s the deal. If Dollie is willing, which I knew she was, one at a time come out to our truck and she will give you the same Daleshot as your other friend and a look at all of her tattoos. Rule number two is no touching. They loved the plan. Their only problem was deciding who went when. My wheels were still spinnin. I said let Dollie decide. For some reason she choose the young guy who’d seen her laying on her back the other time. Then just randomly picked the other two. One more rule. Please keep this quiet and don’t tell anyone else. Like that was gonna work!
--- The Daleshot game went very well. Each young man got a good Daleshot then Dollie rolled over and gave him a good view of her honeybees and tit tats, with her sn*tch thrown in too. Each was polite and seemed to enjoy the exhibition. During the last game, the young barmaid came out. She wanted to see too! Dollie was still on her back showing the 20 something boy her bees. The girl told Dollie she loved the bees. When I asked the young gal if she really wanted the Daleshot too, she seemed thrilled. So this last guy got two Daleshots, as Dollie got on her hands and knees again, right near the tailgate. But he got an even better show. The young bartender rubbed Dollie’s ass and began rubbing Dollie's spread c*nt. Without asking, she slipped two fingers in and masturbated Dollie. The barmaid didn't know the rules.
---Dollie does not like other women touching her pussy. But it was too late.The boy told her that was against the rules. I told him those were just boy rules, this is okay if Dollie doesn’t mind. Dollie said it felt great. (?) The barmaid finger fucked Dollie several minutes. Dollie yelled and moaned . The gal finished and the boy was saying how he’d love to do that. I told him the bartender cheated but I guess he can too. He repeatedly asked me and Dollie if he really could masturbate her. Finally he did for several minutes. Dollie continued her wiggling and yelling that it felt good. Just when the kid pulled his finger out Dollie told him not to stop, she was cumming.
---This young man was in his early twenties but had done this before. He rammed his finger as deeply as he could and gave Dollie a fast workout, as she screamed she was cumming! I guess we’d been outside with this last young man and the bartender too long, the other two came out to check on us. Caught their buddy in the act of masturbating Dollie and her having multiple orgasms!
---Yes, they wanted a turn at that too! Without bothering to ask, I told them to go for it! Each finger-fucked Dollie several minutes, saying how hot and juicy her c*nt was. I reminded them that their little buddy and the girl had made Dollie have multiple climaxes. Blame him! Everyone laughed, including Dollie. I told them this was another record, masturbated by four people together. Wait, we need to top that record, I told them. I worked on Dollie’s pussy for another couple of minutes.
Before going back in the bar, Dollie slipped the mini skirt off and put on the longer one. It really was too short. Glad she did. Several more couples came inside as we sat and drank beer and talked about what we had just done.
When the others sat down the guys changed the subject to mud bogging. But I’ll bet they told all their friends later, just like I’m telling you!

Daleshot Truck Games---Game Eleven----------The Hiker
 

Game Eleven----------The Hiker

---We were out for a ride because it felt just like summer. Dollie was wearing a mini skirt and a tank top. Headed south this time just to get off into the boonies along the Gulf. Ended up finding a few nice fishing and picnic areas in a remote spot near the Gulf backwaters. Now and then I’d pass a car or truck with people fishing or just walking around enjoying nature on some small trails. I told Dollie we needed to give some of them something natural to look at.
---Half dozen vehicles in a small parking lot. Most out of state license plates. I backed into a spot right where a trail comes out. We could see quite away down the trail. Again, we had our lunch in a cooler in the topper. Why not just sit on the tailgate and see who comes out from the trail? If they seem like a Candid Camera Daleshot player, Dollie can crawl up and get the cooler.
---First couple seemed too old and unlikely to be good sports. Second was an older woman. Nope! Next was an older man in short shorts and tank top. Looked like an athletic outdoorsman. Dollie headed for the cooler, waiting for our player to approach the rear of our truck to the parking lot. Bingo, he was getting a good look and I could tell. He smiled, said hi, then walked to his car and left. I guess this counts as half a Daleshot game.
---I told Dollie to leave the cooler up in the front of the topper and come back out. Told her she did good and the player got a great view. She smiled. A few more vehicles parked in the lot and the people walked down the trails. I was planning on getting a partner when someone came back from the trail. But, the game worked out even better again. As we sat there, Dollie’s tits at least half exposed and her skirt up to her ass, a man in his 50’s parked, got out, and stared from nearby.
---Another tit lover….or ass lover! He walked over and began talking, complimenting Dollie on her bravery for dressing like she was. I said “you mean like a hooker?” He laughed and asked if she was one. Dollie clearly said no but she enjoys wearing sexy clothes and getting attention. The man, New York Nick, started asking questions. Like do we live around here? Are you wearing panties? Do you fuck? Can I see your tattoos? Yippy, another partner and another Daleshot game! We answered all of those questions and more.
---Dollie showed him both tits to show him the birds. Well, really to show him her tits! She told New York Nick about her honey pot honeybees and he was soon our partner for the afternoon. He wasn’t about to walk off now!
Dollie pulled her little skirt up to show New York Nick her five honeybees. As you know, the lower ones don’t show well unless she lays down. Asking him if he wants a better view, and explaining that laying down shows them better, she did, after New York Nick asked nicely. Dollie’s skirt was still up to her waist. She lay back on the truck bed and spread her legs, proudly displaying her bees and bellybutton wreath.
---New York Nick asked why we called those her honeybees on her honey pot and we explained that slit below is her honey pot. NY Nick teased and said it didn’t look like a pot. It looked more like a small taco. We were getting closer to our Daleshot now. Funny how this same game is played many ways. “New York Nick, would you like to see her honey pot and maybe the honey?”
---I told him that we didn’t want to get in any trouble. Dollie can’t just bend over and expose her pussy to everyone. He insisted he wasn’t a policeman and we wouldn’t be in trouble. I said "we know a safe way to do this. Would you like a soda? NY Nick said maybe after I see this honey pot. Okay, sounds good.Dollie climbed up into the topper and crawled back to get the cooler. She remained there and bent over for awhile, asking NY Nick if he saw her honey pot. YES, was his answer, so Dollie scooted back out.
---At the edge of the tailgate, she again stopped for awhile, as I asked NY Nick if he could see the honey in the honey pot. Again he said YES and made nice comments. We picked another good player. NY Nick wanted to know if he could stick his finger into the honey pot and taste the honey. My answer is yes, if you lick the honey off. He did! In fact that’s all he did. Just poked his finger in and right back out, sticking it into his mouth and sucking it.
---We were both surprised. When I told NY Nick he was a good sport I said you can have seconds on the honey if you’d like. He no more than stuck his finger in when another man was spotted coming from the trail. Dollie quickly got out and pulled her skirt down.
--- I don’t remember if New York Nick stuck his finger back in his mouth. We shared sodas with him and he headed down the trail. The other guy just smiled and left. Don’t believe he saw anything with NY Nick and I standing there. Figured he’d stop and visit too. But everyone can’t be a Daleshot partner.