Daleshot Truck Games--GAME TWELVE------The little biker bar.
 

GAME TWELVE------The little biker bar.

---Funny, we really expected most of these Daleshot Candid Camera games to be played in or near biker bars. They started out with bikers for our partners. We try not to plan any games and, as you saw, they seemed to just happen with luck.
---We’ve been busy playing these hew Candid Camera games. Weather has been very nice for Dollie to wear very little. Gotta show legs to show ass and pussy. When dressing up she wears stockings. But for these games, they would be ruined quickly and the places we go aren’t that fancy. Dollie was dressed to play today.
---We decided to try our luck with some bikers for our Candid Camera Daleshot games. This should be fun. Again, headed south. Lots of little biker bars within 50 miles and many outside of small towns. Our requirements are someplace to park with privacy, only a few people in the bar, and someone who loves havin kinky fun. And of course, a man without a wife or girlfriend.
---First small bar had several bikes and cars, or trucks, in the lot. We went inside. Several couples and several single bikers, plus an older female tending bar. All were friendly and welcomed us. We had a beer then left. Just didn’t feel right. Second bar, about the same amount of people, but a male bartender. As I parked we noticed several men doing yard work around the building. Didn’t seem as if we’d have any privacy. Quick walk around inside, said hi, then left. Bar number three, two or three bikes and about same amount of other vehicles. I backed in near bushes and a woods area. I’m guessing on who was there. I believe there were three bikers in their leather vests and a few with chaps. Another male bartender. Later found he is owner. And two or three couples. They also were wearing biker type clothes. Two gals with T-shirts, tight jeans, and vests. Other with a low cut blouse and hot pants. Everyone probably late 50’s to 60’s.
---We were welcomed with a surprise. The bartender shouted “There’s Dolly.” As we walked up to the bar he told us he remembered us from Daytona bike events. Mentioned her suspender top, coconut top, and other skimpy clothes. Said he saw her at bars on the Ormond strip and in bars on Main street Daytona flashing. This seemed to interest the others. I ordered a couple of beers and we sort of got acquainted with everyone. As Dollie visited the girls, I wandered around checking out the fine décor. I was lookin at some tit pictures on a wall when one of the single guys walked up telling who the pictures were and what had happened to get those flashing photos. I noticed many gals in the pictures had tattoos on their boobs. My newest friend, Booby Bob, began talking about Dollie’s tittie tats, which were partially exposed.
---Booby Bob and I walked over to where Dollie was standing. As Dollie and I walked to a small table, Bob joined us. He noticed her bare ass on the cold wooden chair, and her boobs mostly exposed. Of course, Booby Bob talked about Dollie’s boobs and her birdie tattoos. This led him to asking if she had other tattoos. Others near were also listening. When Booby Bob heard about Dollie’s honeybee tats he became fascinated. At this time, Dollie began saying she was cold. Remember, January in north central Florida can be chilly.
--- I told Dollie I’d run out and get her a jacket. She reminded me she’d have to open the tailgate because of my bad back. I quickly told her it is too heavy for you to handle. Booby Bob quickly said he’d go out with us and open the truck tailgate. Dollie said if Bob helps us she will show him her honeybee tattoos. Damned I trained her well!
---Bob’s friend, and others heard much of our conversation. Booby Bob’s buddy, Tittie Ted, wanted to go out to the truck with us to see where those honeybees were. I told him for safety we’d rather only have Bobby Bob come with us. Booby Bob insisted Tittie Ted was okay and Fat Fred, the owner, knows them both. Dollie said it was okay.
---So, here we went, outside to play our Daleshot game with two old bikers. After Booby Bob opened the back of the truck, Dollie stood on the opposite side from the bar and lifted her skirt to show off her honeybee tattoos. Of course, her slit also was in view and only about three bees were visible. Both men were quick to comment on everything they saw, including Dollie’s narrow slit, plus the lack of some bees.
---I placed our play rug on the tailgate and Dollie sat then lay back, spreading her legs slightly. Both men loved the view. They began talking about Dollie’s bellybutton wreath, piercing, and how brave she was to get all those tattoos. But soon they questioned why we call those her honeybees on her honey pot. Yes, I’m sure everyone figures this out but most get curious and kinky. I told them both they will soon find out, as Dollie climbs in the topper to get her jacket.
---By now Dollie knows the game well. She rolled over, got onto her hands and knees, but just remained there for awhile. Both men looked from the edge of the tailgate. We talked about Dollie’s honey pot and they both wanted to feel it and her ass. I told them I don’t think so, as Dollie climbed in to get a jacket from the front corner. Again, she remained there to give our biker friends a longer look.
---As in our original game plans, Dollie turned around to crawl out forward. Both tits swung freely. Again, at the edge of the tailgate, she stopped. It was then I told the two bikers they could touch those. Each fondled a hanging tit for several minutes. Dollie sat up, then slid out to sit on the edge of the tailgate. They played with her boobs some more, until another biker rode into the lot.
---Dollie stepped down, pulled her skirt down, her tits back in, and put on her jacket. Everyone thanked each other and we went inside for another beer. Of course Booby Bob and Tittie Ted told everyone about Dollie’s honeybees and her honey pot. Yes, most wanted to have a look but we turned them down. Finished our beer and said goodbye. Fat Fred, the owner, said “Ya all come back soon MsDollie.”
---We were almost to the truck when the sexy gal in the low top and hot pants ran out and yelled. She wanted to see Dollie’s honeybees. After she and Dollie got around to the far side of the truck, Dollie pulled her skirt up to show her. Sexy Pants said she’s gonna get some honeybees on her own honey pot. Last thing I remember saying was “I’ll be looking forward to seeing that.”
Still not the Candid Camera game as planned. But worked out great. I’m still amazed how we just began playing this game in late summer and had so many new partners already.

Daleshot Truck Games---GAME THIRTEEN---The little Rest Area
 

GAME THIRTEEN---The little Rest Area

---We left that biker bar and just rode around awhile. Decided to pull off at a small roadside park to eat a snack and have a soda. We’ve gotten in the habit of carrying those things when we take a ride. Once more, we were sitting at a picnic table when a man in his 50’s (?) pulled in near our truck with a sports car. We were facing the parking lot. I’m sure Dollie was displaying a lot of leg and possibly more, as she sat there. Her jacket was open, also showing much bare tit.
---The man walked within a short distance of us to go to the small restroom then look at a nearby creek. He spoke as he walked back toward his car. He kept turning around to look. I’m sure what Dollie was revealing caused him to turn around and walk over to talk more. He mentioned her tittie tattoos and things just went from there. Damned we’re glad she got those birdies on her boobs! Soon the conversation was about Dollie’s honeybees. Mr. Sportscar begged to see them and the honey pot they were near. This place was just off a county road with not much traffic. Not the safest place to be visiting a stranger.
--- After maybe thirty minutes we began to feel comfortable with Mr. Sportscar. He'd pretty much seen Dollie's birds and ass by then. Dollie stood and lifted her short skirt to show most of her bees. I didn’t expect this to go any farther. But Dollie was in a horny mood and Mr Sportscar was begging to see the rest of the bee tattoos and the pot they were near.
--- Dollie lead him to the rear of our truck and asked him to lower the tailgate. He put up the topper lid. After lowering the tailgate Dollie climbed up on it on hands and knees. Of course, this gave Mr. Sportscar a great view. Like many others, he asked to rub her ass and c*nt. I didn’t feel comfortable here alone. I told him we don’t do those things. Dollie climbed back down and pulled her skirt down, slipping her boobs back in.
---I decided to make this an official game. I began asking the normal questions and explaining this was our kinky Candid Camera Daleshot game. Mr. Sportscar said he was definitely surprised and enjoyed our game, especially the Daleshot part. A few cars had passed, as we talked. One pulled in with an older couple in it. Now I felt safe. Our truck was parked where the back was fairly hidden. I told Dollie we need to thank our friend properly by giving him another Daleshot. Still in a hot horny mood she climbed back onto the tailgate. I told Mr.Sportscar that if he wanted to feel Dollie’s ass he should ask her. He did. She said he can feel anything he wants to. He did that too! First he reached around her squeezing her tits. She giggled.
---Dollie often surprises and shocks me, even after all these years! Mr. Sportscar rubbed Dollies ass, working down and rubbing her pussy. He asked me if it would be okay to slip a finger in. Again I said you will have to ask her. He did and she told him it was okay. Again, Dollie got masturbated while playing our Daleshot Candid game. Again she was yelling and squirming. Maybe a good five minutes later, Dollie was yelling that she was climaxing. The old couple couldn’t see but were listening to the moans. As the old guy walked our way, I told Mr. Sportscar he should stop. Dollie backed out of the truck and covered up. Game over.
---The old guy said he was concerned something was wrong when he heard yelling. I figured why not tell the truth. I told him we were showing this man Dollie’s tattoos and some were in an intimate area. Old guys are sometimes nosy. Where are they, he asked? I simple told him they are in her pubic area. Can I see? He asked. Standing behind the truck where the old guy’s wife couldn’t see, Dollie lifted her skirt, sat on the tailgate, then layed back. Old guy said SHIT or something then said no wonder we were yelling. Dollie said we call these her honeybees on her honey pot. Not sure what the old guy said. But he mentioned it didn't look like a honey pot. I told him it's closed. Ya want her to show you the inside of the honeypot. Yes, he said!.
---Rather than climb up on the tailgate Dollie jumped off and just bent over, laying her upper body on it. Still a pretty good view of her honey pot. Old guys are kinky and unpredictable. He slapped Dollie’s ass gently and rubbed her pussy briefly. Mr.Sportscar told him he’d just gotten done masturbating her, try it yourself.
Old Guy was confused. Said something about are you sure it's okay, to Mr Sportscar? Mr Sportscar told him yes. Old Guy didn’t hesitate fingerfucking Dollie briefly. That is till his wife started our way and told him they’d better be going. Us old guys don’t want to get caught with our fingers in the cookie jar, or the honey pot so he thanked us and left.
---We all laughed about what just happened. Mr. Sportcar thanked us while fondling Dollies titties again. While he was working on them, I closed the back of the truck, we said goodbye, and we all left. Playing this game without Dollie being masturbated seems impossible. After all, everyone is hot and her c*nt is so handy!

DaleshotTruck Games---Part one of three parts. Meeting Mo At The Boat Ramp
 

Part one of three parts. Meeting Mo At The Boat Ramp

---We’d moved from the Big Box store to a nearby small sports park. But agreed this wasn’t the best place either. Our new plans were to meet Mo at the small park with the boat ramp where we’d met Iowa Joe. Where I’d parked the rear of the truck was hidden from view unless somebody was next to it. Then people could only see Dollie when she was outside the truck topper, or on the tailgate. We could see anyone coming nearly a mile down the road. Also most people parked nearer the boat ramp or small pole type shelter.
----Since the last time we played games with Mo at the sports park we missed the next few Zdays. We missed the first time and Mo wasn’t there the next week. In the past our meetings were just by chance, nearly a year apart. But this was now our fifth meeting with Mo, two recently. Would he show up today?
----We’ve never played our games with our old partners more than a few times most years. We don’t want to make this too habit forming or too routine. It would take the fun out of the games. And we really know little about this Mo character. What we do know is that he loves masturbating Dollie and himself. We also know he doesn’t take long to get himself off. Perhaps this is a good thing! My newest plans are to meet Mo only once or twice a year from now on.
-----But, this game may decide. Being alone with Mo may change the way he acts. At the boat ramp, Mo was already there. As I said, we were still maybe a mile away and could see the white truck sitting in the parking lot. I backed into the same area I had parked when we played our game with Iowa Joe. Making this even better, I asked Mo to park next to my truck, shielding the back even more from approaching vehicles.
----Again, even though it was a bit chilly, Dollie was wearing her Daleshot game clothes, plus a jacket. Mo repositioned his truck and jumped out grinning. Within seconds he was fondling Dollie’s titties and peekin under her skirt. The surprise really was gone.
----Dollie was soon laying in the truck bed, skirt up to her waist, legs spread as far as Mo could get them. Mo was working on Dollie‘s pussy and telling us how hot and juicy it was. No, he hadn’t asked either of us to do this. Dollie was wiggling and telling us she was having repeated orgasms. Unlike Dale and BP, Mo didn’t finger Dollie very long. He was more interested in pulling his own prick out and jacking off. Mo had stopped masturbating Dollie long enough to pull his 6” cock out and begin playing with it. Now he was masturbating both him and Dollie. Seemed like only minutes when Mo stopped playing with Dollie, turned away from the truck and ejaculated into thin air.
----Mo grabbed some towels from his truck and cleaned up his mess. Dollie had sat up laughing at Mo. He then asked Dollie to play with him but she didn’t like his dripping cock. Mo cleaned it off some more and both of them dressed. For Dollie it was simply standing and zipping her jacket. I grabbed the cooler and we sat under the shelter eating. Again, not exactly a Daleshot truck game.

Daleshot Truck Game Part Two with Mo
 

MO AND TWO YOUNG COUPLES--Part two: Still At The Boat Ramp
---A pick up drove down and two couples got out. They were fairly young (mid-twenties ?) The two girls wore short shorts and some sort of tiny blouses with their little titties showing a lot. Mo talked Dollie into removing her coat so those people could see her low blouse. We ended up visiting and talking about tits and tattoos. Both girls had small tattoos on their shoulders and legs. One had a small tattoo on her upper breast. This led to Dollie being asked to show her birdie tattoos. One girl mentioned a heart tat on her butt cheek. She pulled her shorts up to reveal it. Without asking, Mo pulled Dollie’s skirt up in the back to show them her rose tat. They were asking about Dollie’s pubic bees. I told them they may see more than they want. They all laughed and said they’ve seen naked women before. Mo pulled Dollie’s skirt up to her waist to show those also. They couldn’t believe Dollie wasn’t wearing panties.
----One guy mentioned that he saw Dollie’s c*nt. His girlfriend slapped him. They said something to Mo about him being proud of his wife (Dollie). Mo said he isn’t Dollie’s husband, I am. Then Mo pulled Dollie’s tit out and rubbed it to tease. They were amazed. I told them we’ve been married long enough and we enjoy having fun. Kinky Mo then asked these two young couples if they wanted to see the honey pot the bees stay in. The boys and one girl said yes. The other said no thanks.
----Mo had Dollie hold her skirt up as he spread her pussy to show the rest of the bee tattoos. He then asked her to turn around and bend over. Without saying anything Dollie did, displaying her spread c*nt. Even the girl who didn’t want to look giggled and stared. I don’t remember exact words but Mo asked if they’d like to see the honey in the honey pot. This time all four giggled and said yes. Mo had Dollie bend over again and he stuck in a finger and worked around. He pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth, saying something about the sweet taste of honey.
----One of the boys told his girlfriend, or wife, “see old people do the same things we do.” Mo asked “does anyone else want to taste the honey?” One boy said yes and his girlfriend slapped him again. Dollie stood up, lowering her dress. We all laughed and talked about sex, tits, and tattoos. Mo was having fun teasing those young couples.
----Couldn’t believe no one else drove down there. Most of the time we talked Mo had Dollie’s boobs out fodnling them. To make it more exciting I also fondled a tit and rubbed Dollie’s ass. Now and then Mo would stick his hand up Dollie’s skirt, rubbing her ass or pussy. Her skirt was up, as he did this.
---I asked if we were embarrassing them. All said no. We’d visited quite a while and those young people said they were enjoying our company. By this time both boys had the girls’ tits out fondling them too. We spotted a car coming down the road. As the young kids said their goodbyes, Mo told the girls to grow up to be like Dollie and their lives will be exciting.

MO and TENNESSEE TED---part three:---Still At The Boat Ramp
 

MO and TENNESSEE TED---part three:---Still At The Boat Ramp
----A car with out of state license and a middle aged man. He got out and walked over to say hello. Dollie had zipped her jacket up since it was cool out. After the normal introductions the guy commented on Dollie’s mini skirt. Said older women don’t wear them short where he comes from. Dollie thanked him. Mo said I’ll bet they don’t wear them without panties or a bra either where you are from. Tennessee Ted said “no sir, they sure don’t. But how do I know she ain’t wearin no panties or bra?” “Show him Dollie”, Mo said.
----Dollie unzipped her coat revealing her boobs nearly fully exposed from her top. Mo slipped them both out above the blouse. “See!” Tennessee Ted said something nice about Dollie’s titties. “But what about her panties?” Mo said “ ya mean lack of panties?” He pulled Dollie’s skirt waist high again, revealing her tattoos and her c*nt slit. “How’s this?” Tennessee Ted said he’s never seen bees on a tw*t before. Mo told him those aren’t just regular bees, those are honeybees on her honey pot.
----Tennessee Ted was counting bees. Mo lifted her c*nt bulge and all five bee tats now showed, as did her partially spread c*nt. “So, that’s her honey pot right there?” Yep, Mo said. “But it don’t look like a pot until she bends over. Wanna see?“ Of course Tennessee Ted said yes! Mo was having fun bossing Dollie around. Bend over and show the man your honey pot. Dollie did. “Wanna feel the hot honey in the pot, Mo asked?” Something like HELL YES and Tennessee Ted dipped a finger into Dollie’s honey pot quickly. Mo told Ted “ now you have to taste it.” Ted wouldn’t lick his finger. Mo said “ let me show you again.” He had Dollie bend over the truck tailgate and he stuck his finger in, masturbating Dollie a little. Pulled out his finger and stuck it into his mouth. “Man that’s good, try it.”
----Dollie was still bent over as Tennessee Ted slipped a finger in and began masturbating Dollie. I told him he was only supposed to wet his finger and suck the honey off. Ted told me Dollie’s boyfriend told him he could stick his finger in so he figured he’d finger fuck her like he did. I told him Mo may be her boyfriend but I’m her husband. Tennessee Ted was shocked and apologized, pulling his finger out. I told him I don’t mind. Tennessee Ted asked me several times if I was sure this was okay. I told him as long as Dollie stays bent over it’s fine with me to finger fuck her. Ted fingerfucked Dollie several minutes, telling us it’s getting very juicy and hot. Dollie stood up, telling Ted he had to lick and suck the honey off his finger now. He complained a bit but did it, saying it didn’t taste bad.
----I suggested we walk over to the table where our cooler was for sodas. I joked that they need something to get the pussy taste out of their mouths. As we talked, Mo would pull Dollie’s tits out and fondle one or the other. He asked Ted if he wanted to play with one of Dollie’s tits. Tennessee Ted gladly accepted the offer and I stood there drinking a soda and watching two men fondle Dollies boobs.
----I sat my soda down and began rubbing Dollie’s ass and her wet c*nt. She bent over the table so I could get my finger inside her. The two men loved it because this left her tits hanging free and full to fondle. Here we stood, three men working on Dollie right in the open along the River. Nothing like being one with nature! I have no idea how long any of those games took with those partners that day. Many people left with happy memories. Not sure why Tennessee Ted left. But he had memories to take back to Tennessee.
---Perverted Mo still hadn’t gotten enough. He begged for one more Daleshot and one more quick finger fuck. Dollie agreed. Again Mo couldn’t handle it long before he had his cock out again. This time it was soft. When he asked Dollie to make it hard, she gladly masturbated Mo. In a very short time it was at it’s full hard 6”. Dollie gave Mo a few strokes more and Mo was ejaculating again. Dollie has learned from years of experience. She aimed it away and laughed as Mo shot a stream onto the ground. Mo was backing away and telling Dollie to stop because it hurt. She had him up against the table and didn’t stop till he was nearly drained dry.
----A very long afternoon and a great workout for Dollie. As we picked up everything and said our goodbyes, Mo was begging to meet next week. I told him to give it a break for a few weeks and be back after Dollie’s birthday. We now know we can trust Mo. We also know he really is like Dale, pushy and kinky. Luckily Dollie trusts Mo now but was later complaining about him being like Dale. I reminded her we train them to be that way. I also reminded her she was a very willing partner and could have said NO anytime. Instead she said YES way more than I expected. She giggled and smiled.

Mo update.... No mo Mo!

---I met Mo again, by accident, at the Big Box store in late February 2012. Dollie and I had decided the games really weren't fun anymore. No surprise. Just satisfiying Mo's desires to masturbate Dollie and be masturbated. So I told Mo he could peek and feel briefly when we happen to meet at the Big Box. Maybe, we'd meet at the boat ramp, or somewhere a few times a year. After all, that's all we've ever met anyone else. Mo seemed disappointed but understood.
---As I continued to wait for Dollie to return from the Big Box, Moe went inside to shop. A short time later he and Dollie returned, pushing a shopping cart. Dollie wore jeans and a high topped blouse.Taking my words seriously, Mo stood behind Dollie, as we put the few bags into the rear of the truck. He wiggled his crotch into her ass and reached under her blouse, fondling her boobs. I reminded Mo we were possibly being watched by serveilence cameras and customers. A few minutes later, Mo stopped. We shook hands and he left to shop. Apparently Mo was happy, Dollie looked happy, which made me happy! Dontcha just love a happy ending?

GAME FIFTEEN--Return to the Sex Shop
 

GAME FIFTEEN--Return to the Sex Shop
---It had been several months since we stopped at the tiny sex shop in the boonies. You may remember, Dollie played our Daleshot game in the back of our truck for the owner Porn Shop Pat and a customer who I call Pussy Paul. That game was played according to my original plans, no touching. But I still didn’t get to ask questions and mention it being a Candid Camera type game. Didn’t need to.
---Dollie had another doctor visit in the big city but was always prepared for games. She changed into a micro mini and a low cut top, when I mentioned stopping at the porn shop not far away. She chose a very skimpy top and indecently short skirt.
---Two cars in the small lot. I backed in again toward the end with privacy behind. We were in for a surprise! Porn Shop Pat seemed happy to see us,.... Dollie. But the only customer this time was a woman! Soon found out early 50’s. Pleasingly plump, well dressed and rather sexy looking. Really big boobs! She wore a ruffled blouse which showed just a hint of cleavage. Her tits those well rounded hanging type. Sexy Sally wore a skirt that was just above her knees. Yes, more than a bit overweight, but looking hot. Sexy Sally was holding a gigantic dildo. Found out over 12” long, bright pink. She was looking at other dildos and vibrators as we visited Porn shop Pat.
---Porn Pat told us he and Pussy Paul, the customer from before, had talked over an hour about Dollie’s pussy and tattoos. Said Pussy Paul was in several more times and each time they hoped Dollie would return. Also found out the shop is only opened Fridays and Saturdays. We lucked out both times.
---Sexy Sally had been close by and was listening. She joined us and began asking Dollie questions about showing her pussy to the owner and a friend. We explained what happened and about our Candid Camera Daleshot games. This surprised Porn Pat. He didn’t know this was a game. Somehow the conversation switched to vibrators and dildos, of which Sexy Sally was holding that large pink one. She lay it on the counter and said she’d take it. Without pausing she asked Dollie if she could handle that! Dollie giggled and told Sexy Sally she couldn’t get the end in.
---Still not sure how it all happened but Sexy Sally agreed to show us her pussy and tits if Dollie showed hers. A lesbian maybe? Sexy Sally assured us she is not a lesbian but does enjoy playing around with both sexes. I remember Porn Pat locking the door. I remember Sexy Sally taking off her blouse and bra. Damned those were big tits! Those pendulous huge mushy type. I had to feel those and she gladly let me! After Dollie took her top off, Sexy Sally and Porn Pat fondled Dollie, as I did. We all also fondled Sexy Sally’s tits again.
---This tit playing went on for awhile. Sexy Sally told Dollie that if she gives everyone here a Daleshot she would too. This was one time I was hopin Dollie didn’t refuse! Dollie bent over the tiny counter, her ass and pussy in full view. Sally seemed shocked that Dollie wore such a short skirt and no panties. Sexy Sally grabbed the giant dildo and pushed it up against Dollie’s wide spread pussy. It wouldn’t go in! Well maybe the end did!
--- Now it was Sexy Sally’s turn. Dollie stood up as Sexy Sally pulled her longer skirt to her waist and leaned over the counter. She also wore no panties! One of the biggest c*nts I’ve ever seen! It was glistening, pink and juicy. Sexy Sally handed the big pink dildo to Dollie and said something about “use this.” Dollie wouldn’t do it. But Porn Pat did! He eased that big thing slowly inside that big c*nt until there was little left to hold onto. Then Porn Pat began masturbating Sally with it. At first short slow strokes. Then long and fast. He’d pull it all the way out sometimes and ram it deep. Each time the dildo came out we could see deeply into that wet c*nt.
--- Sexy Sally was yelling and moving upward to accept each stroke. Soon she screamed that she was cumming and Porn Pat buried the dildo and left it there. Sexy Sally wasn’t satisfied. She begged me to give her more. I looked at Dollie and I believe she smiled or told me to go for it. I worked that c*nt for several minutes, ramming that big rubber toy as deeply and hard as I could. Again Sally yelled that she was having multiple orgasms. I pulled the dildo out and Sexy Sally raised up hugging me, those big boobs squished against me. Must have played around over half hour after Porn Pat first locked the door. Sure glad business was slow.
---Someone knocked and tried the door! Porn Pat told the customer to wait. He told the girls to grab their things and run to the restroom. They went in and dressed as a male customer came in. Another friend of the owner. Dollie and Sally came out of the restroom, Sally carrying that large pink dildo. The newest customer, Dildo Dan, asked the gals “what in the world have you been doing in there?” Sexy Sally stuck the dildo in Dildo Dan’s face and said something kinky. Words are blurry but Dildo Dan said something like “ get that thing out of my face or I’ll stick it where it belongs.” Sexy Sally kept tormenting Dan.
---Dildo Dan grabbed the dildo and Sally bent over the counter again! Dildo Dan looked at Porn Shop Pat like he was wanting his approval. I believe Pat nodded then locked the door again. In a short time Dildo Dan had that 12” dildo rammed up Sexy Sally’s c*nt again. She laughed and then moaned. Maybe a minute and it was over.
--- Dildo Dan looked at Dollie and said “who’s next?” Dollie said something like “ I don’t think that thing will fit .” Dildo Dan told Dollie “bend over the counter, we’ll see.” She did, her spread c*nt looking inviting. Again, only the head fit up against Dollies spread pussy, then slowly went at least half way in. In minutes Dollie yelled she was cumming and raised up.
---We talked about adult games and how much fun they are. Dildo Dan asked Dollie if she fucks other men. She told him and Porn Pat that she never has and never will. We have fun with our games and are happy. Sexy Sally paid for her dildo, thanked us, and left. Porn Shop Pat said she’d been coming in there for years and never acted like that.
---Porn Pat wanted us to tell him and Dildo Dan more about our Candid Camera Daleshot game and other games we played for years. Dildo Dan and him both said we had the perfect sex life and thanked us for letting them be a part of it. Dildo Dan said he sure would love to fuck that tight pussy. Porn Shot Pat chimed in with the same words. Dollie and I told them what we’ve told many others. We take this as a compliment, considering our ages. Not many people want to fuck a 70 year old woman.
I asked them to do us a favor. One of you please come out and open the truck tailgate and watch Dollie climb inside for just a minute. I explained we stopped to play our Daleshot truck game and we would like this to count as a game. Both Porn Shop Pat and Dildo Dan nearly fell over each other heading out the door. The game was completed in minutes and we again thanked them both. No ass touching, lots of looking. Said our goodbyes and agreed to stop again, after they both begged us to. I reminded Porn Shop Pat to tell Pussy Paul we were sorry we missed him. Last thing I remember were those two men saying they expect another Daleshot when we come back.
I feel as though we’ve gotten way too nasty in our old age! But everyone has been so understanding, polite, and gentle.
------------Way to old to be having this much fun!

More Saleshot truck stories--GAME SIXTEEN---The Produce Stand.
 

GAME SIXTEEN---The Produce Stand.

---During Spring and Summers here there are many small farm produce stands along the two lanes and back roads, at farm drives and fields. Most sell fresh grown fruits and vegetables. There are larger permanent stands in towns, or on the edge of a town, with trucked in products.
--- Never stopped at most because we shop at the one in our town. Dollie had changed into her play clothes, short skirt and low cut blouse, after leaving a doctor visit. As we approached a small town, she mentioned needing some tomatoes, apples, potatoes, and other things. I reminded her what she was wearing. Her pubic area and ass were out while sitting in the truck, as was much of her titties. Dollie basically said “so what?” I stopped. But pulled around to the rear of the large tent, using the stacked tables of produce, their box van, and an old gas station as shields for the back of our truck. I even backed in. What was I thinking?
--- Two men in their 50’s-60’s working there greeted us. It was chilly and both mentioned Dollie must be hot blooded to be dressed like that. I just said hot period. They both complimented her and commented about her boob showin birds and cheek showin skirt, as she leaned over a table to pick up some apples.This happened this afternoon so I can pretty well remember every word spoken. (February 7th, 2012)
--- Playin these games for something to write in the Closet helps. Dollie leaned over so far her cheeks and her butt rose were exposed, to the joy of those two men. By luck, there were no other customers and we were near the back side of the produce tent. Both said they couldn’t help but notice Dollie’s tittie birds and now the rose tat. “What other tattoos does she have?” As she placed apples in a small plastic bag, I told about her bees above the honey pot they were flying out of. As most often is the case. John and Joe, the fruit stand boys, wanted to know what a honey pot is. Dollie walked over with her bag of apples and explained, as Joe weighed her apples. By luck, these two guys are horny and ornery. “Kin we see?” I told them this is not really the place to be showing a honey pot. But said if she bent over and it accidentally shows, it would probably be okay. There were several boxes of apples and oranges on the ground beside the tables. Both Joe and John agreed and begged Dollie to add a few more of those other apples to her bag for free.
---We weren’t more than 10-15 feet from the apple boxes where Dollie bent over. Bingo again. Daleshot when she picked up one apple and put it in her bag. John told her to “get another, you only have a dollar’s worth. Fill it and it will still be a dollar.” Dollie bent over, picking up just one more apple again. Slowly looking to find just the right one. This went on several more times as John and Joe stared at Dollie’s ass and spread pussy.
---Both said they didn’t see any honeybee tattoos down there. I explained that they are in front, down low. Again, “kin we see?” Again I said we're too much in the open. But Dollie pulled her skirt up and gave them a quick peek . One of them said he only saw a few tats. He got down on his knees and tried to peek under Dollie’s skirt. She pulled it up slightly as he looked closely. He said “I think I saw three or four of them, and a narrow slit.”
--- A car pulled up and we went back to shopping. Dollie got a 10# bag of potatoes and some oranges, maybe something else. The othe customer soon left. We paid for our produce. We started to grab the bags. John and Joe picked them up. I opened the topper and tailgate to put the bags inside, telling the men to just put them on the tailgate. I asked Dollie if she wanted me to put them in or she wanted to climb up and do it. She wanted to climb in the truck bed! Se she had a choice!
--- I warned Joe and John that they might be embarrassed and really see what a honey pot looks like. Both said they would probably live through it, “go for it MsDollie.” She climbed inside the topper and another Daleshot Candid Camera game was played. I handed her the bags as both men stared. Dollie slid back out, as one of them patted her ass. Both said they still hadn’t seen all of those honeybees but did get a good look at where they live!
---A few more vehicles pulled up at the front of the tent. We thanked the men. They thanked us and asked us to come back soon. Said they’d be lookin forward to seeing all of those bee tattoos and the honey pot again.
Dollie told them it’s a deal and we left.

GAME SEVENTEEN----Return to the produce Stand.--Daleshot Truck Game
 

GAME SEVENTEEN----Return to the produce Stand.

---The very next day, Feb 8th. ,2012, Dollie had yet another doctor appointment. Tests in the hospital won’t be for six weeks so she was in a good mood. Again, she changed later to a Daleshot skirt, but left her high necked blouse on. As we got near, she asked me to stop at the fruit stand to thank those two men for the nice apples. I hadn’t gotten to explain our game to Joe and John the day before. Might be a good time.
----Ooops! Besides John and Joe, there was now a woman working at the produce stand. She was built much like Joe and John, rather stocky, wearing sloppy jeans and a loose fitting flannel shirt. Hard to tell if she had any tits. Found out she is 60, over 10 years younger than Dollie. We’ll call her Fruit Stand Fannie, a friendly gal, as ornery as her companions, Joe and John. She’s John’s wife, Joe’s their coworker and friend. I was wrong, both men are in their early 60’s too.
----Almost didn’t stop but Dollie insisted. Figured we’d buy something and just tease a little. John introduced us and said he’d told Fruit Stand Fannie all about Dollie’s tattoos and honey pot. Fannie wanted to see Dollie’s tattoos also, especially those honeybees! We both said Dollie isn’t thrilled about showing them to women. Fruit Stand Fannie said “I’m probably as much a man as those assholes.”
---Dollie agreed to do it, with a little coaxing. I told Fannie to come with us to the truck. I opened the tailgate and explained this is how we play our special Candid Camera Daleshot game with people. “With people?” Fannie asked. I said “yea, you are player #25.” We explained the game. Fannie said we are her kind of people! Couldn’t believe Dollie is older than all of them.
----Dollie climbed onto the truck tailgate, her pussy and ass again in full view to Fruit Stand Fannie. Fannie said “so this is what my c*nt looks like?” She rubbed Dollie’s ass and then Dollie’s spread pussy. I believe a finger slipped in part way. (Found out later from Dollie it had) Husband John caught Fannie rubbing Dollie’s pussy and ass. He reached toward Dollie. Fannie said “lay one hand on her and you are a dead man!”
----Fannie giggled and asked to see Dollie’s bee tattoos. John said he never got to see all of them before. Dollie rolled over on her back. About then the other customers left and Joe walked around behind our truck. I was trying to stand guard and watch too. “So those are your bees?, Joe said.” He walked up, counting and touching each one. Fruit Stand Fannie told Joe he was a sick pervert. Joe raised up and pinched Fannie’s tit and said “I know it and you know it.” (and other things I can’t remember.)
----Fruit Stand Fannie told us she’s been friends with both of those bastards for years and they both think they own her tits. She added “don’t get me wrong. Only John fucks me but they both mess around and feel me. Dollie and I both laughed and told them “we have friends like that too. No one else has intercourse with Dollie but a lot of them feel her up.”
----Joe said something like “Kin I feel her?” Dollie and I both said “yes”. Joe squeezed Dollie’s tits through her blouse then started rubbing her tightly sealed pussy as she lay back on the truck bed. As Joe switched, playing with Dollie‘s boobs under her blouse, John began rubbing Dollie‘s pussy. He’d go from her pussy to a tit then back down, just rubbing each. Fannie called him a son-of-a -b*tchin pervert, or similar. But John didn’t stop.
----Another customer or two parked out front. Fannie told the guys “ I’ll get the customers, you go ahead and play.” Several minutes and Dollie sat up, worried someone may see what was happening. We all walked back to the main tent, told Fannie and the guys goodbye, and left. All three asked us to come back again. Dollie asked Fannie if she was mad. Fannie told Dollie “those old bastards need a little fun now and then, maybe they‘ll leave me alone. “ She said she heard we like apples and handed Dollie a bag full.
---John walked to our truck with us. He told us not to worry about Fannie, she’s a good sport. He said it sure looked like Fannie had a finger in Dollie’s pussy when he walked up to the truck. Dollie told him “yes, just part way, for a second.” John said something like “that sounds as if it would be fun. Maybe next time!“ I believe we smiled, Dollie said goodbye.

GAME EIGHTEEN --Fill er Up ! Another Daleshot Truck Game.
 

GAME EIGHTEEN --Fill er Up !
____It ain’t what you think! Still February 8th, 2012, we’d left the fruit stand and were headed home. I needed gas in the gas guzzler so stopped at a large station to fill er up. I pulled up to an end pump just beyond the entrance drive. Dollie still had on that very short skirt and a high necked blouse. I teased her about crawlin in the back of the truck bed to show off. She said okay! I opened the back of the truck and Dollie climbed in as I began filling the truck with gas. She just pretended to be looking for something in the truck bed. I was watching as vehicles came in directly behind the truck to circle around to other pumps. Not sure how many got a good look but a few stopped long enough to stare now and then. Another guy left, honking and waving. Yep, the Daleshots were working.
----In a short time two men walked toward the rear of our truck, obviously staring in the back. I’m thinking they’d seen Dollie as they drove in. They stopped near the tailgate looking at Dollie. As I continued filling the truck I asked them if I could help them. One said something about “enjoying the view.” The other mentioned seeing a pussy and bare ass. I told them that my wife is looking for something in the truck bed but she is wearing underwear. The men said “no she ain’t.” I hollered to Dollie “are you wearing panties?” She said “no, I took them off earlier because they were not comfortable riding in the truck.”
----I stopped pumping gas and walked back to look. I yelled something like “oh my god dear, they can see your pussy.” Some small talk about those men seeing her pussy and bare ass. I told her she’d better get out of there. Dollie slid backward, which showed it more. She got down off the tailgate and apologized to the two men. Just as she stepped down, another man watched.
----Dollie pretended to be embarrassed and repeatedly apologized. All three men told her it was fine, they enjoyed the nice view…..and other compliments. Male number three walked off. The others started to walk away, as I went back pumping gas. I was telling them we were sorry. Both walked toward me and said they loved the free show, it was an accident.
----I figured this was the time to finish our game. I asked them if they remembered those Candid Camera games on TV from years ago. Both said yes. I said this is our own Candid Camera game without cameras. Told them they were player #25 and this was a game to shock and surprise strangers. As others before, they admitted they were surprised. We both explained the Daleshot. They found it hard to believe we’d done this on purpose.
----Dollie had closed the topper and tailgate, as I finished fueling up the truck. Both men were thanking us, saying they still couldn’t believe we did this for a game. I told them “if she gives you another Daleshot will you believe it?” A unanimous YES ! I told them I should move the truck away from the pumps. Suggested they walk over to the grass at the edge of the exit drive.
----Dollie had gotten in and I circled around and parked. I walked around to the other side and opened the right rear door. Asked Dollie to look in the backseat for anything you can find. She bent over, giving those two men a full Daleshot. Only lasted a short time but they enjoyed it. Thanked them for being good sports and we left.
----Seems like when we play one game we end up doing more the same day. Think about it, when dressed sexy a woman feels sexy. When doing something kinky, she is usually ready to do something else wild. It’s great to play a game and be able to come home and write notes, or the story the same day!

Last Daleshot Truck game for now GAME NINETEEN---- back at the Produce Stand
 

GAME NINETEEN----Quick stop back at the Produce Stand

TITS AND TATTERS

---It’s been three weeks since we had a chance to play any kind of games, or even get out much. Dollie had another vein treatment on a leg today, Feb 27, 2012. So, she wore tight fittin tan pants and a surgical stocking on the right leg. No Daleshot games for awhile. For a top, she wore a medium low blouse with a sweater over it for her doctor visit. No plans to stop anyplace because it had been raining and chilly for several days and nights.
---Since she got in and out of her doctor visit by noon, and she had to stop at her family doctor to give some blood for other tests, we headed right back. Plans were to kill some time since her doctor wouldn’t return till after 1 PM. Actually it wasn’t killin time, it was stopping to fill my hungry belly for lunch. It was warm in the truck and an hours drive. Dollie took off the sweater and was showin a nice amount of booby.
---“Hey Dollie, leave that sweater off while we stop here at the fast food joint for lunch.” A little b*tchin that it would be cold in there, but she tries to please her man. It ceases to amaze me. We are in Florida, the ex-bikini state, where women used to run around nearly naked 365 days a year. Apparently I skeered them off moving here and staring, with my tongue hangin out, and eyes focused on various bare female objects. We see more female flesh at the Mall now days than most public places.
---The eight or ten customers in the fast food place stared at Dollie as if she were totally nude. This bothers many women but Dollie is used to it and loves the attention, especially since she is not a spring chicken anymore. Dollie squeezed her arms together, and moved around to show a little more tittie, as we stood in line, and then as we had lunch. Nothing wild, yet fun, on a rainy dreary day, especially after having needles injected into her leg not long ago. A couple old geezers stopped at our table to say hello and tell Dollie she was lookin good. Always nice to hear. As we sat there Dollie mentioned she needs to stop someplace for a bag of potatoes. I reminded her that the produce stand down the road was closed when we passed earlier. Figured I’d stop at the grocery store later.
---Altho it was raining a pretty good shower again, I saw the produce stand was opened. Rather than park in the rear, I just wheeled up right next to the large tent so Dollie could get out staying reasonably dry. Only Fruit Stand Fannie and husband John were working. One other older couple was shopping also. The owner, John, said they hadn’t been open for days and just opened a short while ago because the rains had stopped. Fannie muttered something about “fuckin rain, we probably won’t stay open long.”
---As Dollie picked out some tomatoes, a 10# bag of tatters, and some other produce items, her tits would roll nearly out of her blouse. The other old couple, a little younger than us, were watching. The man came over and began talkin to me. He said we remind him so much of themselves, explaining his wife usually wears tit showing clothes and shows off her boobs whenever she can. The woman, Martha, was wearing a long coat, hiding whatever shape she had. She did appear slender and cute, from my observations. Sam, called Martha over and asked her to open her coat so I could take a look at her. He was proud of her, and she was proud of herself. Martha did look nice, even though she was covered in jeans and a snug fitting sweater. Her boobs were obviously worthy of showing off.
---Sam and Martha continued talking about flashing and other tit games. Meanwhile Dollie was accidentally flashing them and John, while placing her items on the back seat floor of the truck and paying for them. Dollie must have pulled her top down farther because her titties showed way more than earlier, and rolled from her top with ease. John and Fannie must have been talking to Dollie about her boobs. I noticed John fondling one of Dollie’s titties briefly. I excused myself and went over to talk to the owners of the produce stand. John said he missed Dollie wearing her mini skirts. I think it was Dollie who told him she’d be wearing them again when the weather warmed up.
---The rain had stopped. Dollie and I walked over to visit this new couple, when I told Dollie I may have found a couple like us who likes booby games. In all of our years, this is still a rare thing. Rather than tell about our fun and games, we let them tell us a little about themselves. They actually did seem as if they share at least how Martha dresses, flashes, and loves teasing men. They told us where they lived and wanted us to follow them home to get to know each other and look at some pictures of both of them on their computer. Some of Martha on vacations posing for tittie pictures with others.
--- Damned, Dollie had to stop at her family doctor for those blood samples. Then we had to go the opposite direction to pick up overdo prescriptions. All crap we didn‘t have to do when younger. “Stop over later", they both said. "We’ll have some coffee and get to know each other.” I got Martha and Sam’s phone number and address. We did go visit later that evening.
An all new topic will soon unfold about Sam and Martha.