We Ain't Dead yet Game#3
 

I realize some of these games are already posted or out of order. This story is about how we first met Mo, our new friend. Hopefully this part is new even though mixed up.


Never Too Old ?-----------Meeting Mo!

---Middle of September 2010 in North central Florida. Still hot and humid outside. We made a quick trip to the local Big Box Store. Me, to buy some home improvement items for my latest project, Dollie to pick up a few groceries. I was wearing my normal short shorts and an old Bike Week T-shirt. Most old dudes wear their shorts at or below the kneecap. Mine are between the crotch and knee. Why? Because I’ve been wearing them this way for over forty years and they‘re not worn out yet.
---Dollie was in a good mood so wore a mildly low blouse and a micro-mini skirt. She was braless, as is normal, but wore white shear lacy tiny panties since we were in our hometown. They had tiny red hearts or dots on them. We’d stop at the bank, post office, then Wally World. Dollie was being a good girl. Yes, those shear panties were lined in all the right places.
---This story is about the mini skirt. So I will add that the hemline barely went below Dollie’s crotch…two inches at most, and was a fairly tight straight blue jean skirt. Keeping up with trends, it also had a few pre-made tears and worn spots in front. Not something a Great Granny normally wears. But we were never normal.
---Once in the Big Box, I headed to the home improvement department, Dollie the food area. Like many men, I grabbed what I needed and went back outside to wait in the truck. A pleasant surprise, Dollie was out in less than an hour, pushing a shopping cart only partially full of food and soda.
---I jumped out, opened the topper, lowered the tailgate, helping put the groceries inside. She was all happy and giggling, telling me she had a helper bend down and get her cartons of soda and load them in the cart for her. She informed me the nice man commented on her looking sexy in her mini-skirt and more older women should dress like that. Dollie said he told her he was looking up her skirt as she bent over, then decided to get a closer look by helping her. We love honest people and this crap turns Dollie on.
--- Dollie had no more than said this when the guy walked up to us, watching as we transferred the groceries to the truck bed. He was staring down Dollie’s top…and up her skirt, as she’d bend over. Dollie and he both told me this was her admirer. Not being bashful, the man, around our ages, admitted he is a pervert and loves women in mini skirts. I was quick to say that Dollie is too old to be dressing like that. Our new friend disagreed, telling me he thought Dollie was lookin hot. Naturally I told him he’s our kind of man.
---Trying to look up Dollie’s skirt, as she leaned over the shopping cart and the tailgate, he asked “are you wearing panties?” I learned several things then. He really is a pervert, hadn’t really seen all the way up Dollie’s skirt, or was fibbing. I don’t know how he hadn’t noticed her panties. I could see her lace covered crotch as she moved about, then sat on the tailgate. I’m thinking he could plainly see. Maybe just wanted to comment about her going without them.
---Being turned on and loving the nice words and attention, Dollie lifted her skirt slightly to expose her lacy white panties and butt cheeks. Dollie’s new friend lifted her skirt even more, exposing Dollie’s butt cheek rose tattoo. He even rubbed her tattoo…. bare cheek ! Now he was hooked ! I had to remind both about surveillance cameras. Dollie’s friend asked more about how Dollie dresses and said it’s too bad more women of all ages don’t still love mini skirts.
---Dollie and I sat on the tailgate telling of some of her bike event and vacation games. Again, he kept commenting about loving women who wear mini skirts, no panties, and no bra. We both confessed Dollie often goes without a bra, panties, or wears tiny thong or G-string panties under her skirts. Mr. Pervert told us Dollie has large boobs like Dolly Parton and he’d love to see Dollie braless sometime. He seemed shocked when we both said Dollie isn’t wearing a bra now. Dollie squeezed her titties saying “that’s all me."
---At least an hour went by talking about our games of the past. Our new Wally World friend said that he hopes to see us around town again, wearing a mini and thong, or….panty-less ! Dollie smiled and told him “ It's possible". Slipping up the second time this summer, we forgot to ask for a phone number or get any information except he lives around twenty miles North East. I reminded Dollie this is how we got involved with new people playing tit games in the past. They are attracted by how she dresses. Even if she is too old
---We’ve gone back to Wally World shopping many times since. Dollie did wear other mini skirts and tiny thong type panties at least twice. And she agreed to remove them if we saw Mo. Mo was likeable and Dollie liked Mo! So far, we haven’t met our new friend again. Plus Dollie says it’s getting too cool and drafty for micro mini skirts ! I reminded her, back in Illinois, many years ago, she wore them in mid Winters. Maybe she is getting too old !
---Mr. Pervert has a name, Morton. We'll call him Mo for short. There are now many stories in the Closet written about our adventures with Mo. And possibly more from the way Dollie is acting.
Sam and Martha, plus Mo are our only kinky friends who live fairly close. Dollie has been getting very excited over pictures, messages, and comments here at OCC. I've never seen her this way. It may be time for a change! Let's just say it involves one wife and several partners!:D:eek:

We Ain't Dead yet #4 QUICKIE SAMPLES
 

A Simple Little Game
---Here are a few sample of fun easy tit games to play. Today, Nov 29th.,2010, we were 50 miles away in the Big City on business. Dollie wore tight jeans and a very low thin blouse. Of course, no bra. We stopped at Long Johns for lunch. Several old guys at different tables kept staring at Dollie s boobs as we ate. A few actually moved to another table for a closer better view. (Dirty ole men.) When she saw them staring, Dollie squeezed her arms together making her boobies push nearly out the top of her blouse. No one said anything. But they sure kept watching, as they ate their fishy dinners. Simple,,,,and fun.

---Another 25 miles closer to home we stopped at a small biker bar we used to go to a lot. It ain't Cheers but everyone knows Dollie's name. Could be because her pictures are on the booby wall! Anyway, a few knew she had a birdie tattoo with two birds on her left boob. It is very near the nipple. Yep, Dollie whipped out the whole tittie to show a small crowd when a few asked to see her tit tat. I think they liked the tattoo! Soon gonna get a hummingbird with beak sucking right nipple.

---Should be interesting when people ask to see that. Should I even mention she wants a couple of honey bees on her pubic area with lines like they are flying out of her honey pot....?

---Next stop down the road to a famous name Sub Shop. By chance two of the women behind the counter knew us...Dollie....from another biker bar where her and others are known for spontaneous flashing and T-shirt contests. (Read no T-shirts). There was a small lunch crowd inside yet the two women didn't hesitate to yell "there's MsDollie." The cook and others rushed from the back to see what was going on. One of the counter gals told them this is the hot blonde that flashes at our favorite bar. Yep, people trying to eat Subs and listening to this conversation. Someone just had to yell "show em MsDollie." She did! I never know what to expect. Been this way over 50 years and I still get embarrased and shocked.

---Ever since we moved to Florida people began calling her MsDollie. Kinda cute so i use it on other sites as our user name. On here i had no idea what i was getting into so left it off. Wished I could add it.


Life is good when ya have a kinky ole woman around.

We Ain't Dead Yet #5
 

Some of these stories turned into tales of our lives. But there's still a little fun in here someplace.

Fifty Three years of fun and games
Oct 13th,2010 was our fifty third wedding anniversary.

---With so many things happening, we had no real plans for celebrating. Since it was always midweek, and I worked for a living, we usually just went to a local restaurant to eat. Sometimes Dollie fixed a home cooked meal. A few times I totally forgot. Not a good thing !
---But in our earlier anniversaries we often went to eat then a strip club. Dollie loved those places as much as I. She’d dress like a Stripper and get a lot of attention. We hadn’t done that for many years. Man time flies!
--- Since moving to Florida we first went up to Panama City Beach right on the Gulf for a few days and nites. We often ended up in the nearby H(.)(.)TERS.
---Later, we spent our anniversaries going a few days early to Daytona Biketoberfest. We’d end up in a tittie bar or a Biker Bar, after eating supper. Almost like the good ole days in Illinois. We had no plans for Biketoberfest this year.
---We’d recently met a mini skirt pervert in town who told us of an adult bookstore adult movie house around fifty miles from home. This was a kinky idea for our anniversary. But my plans were more romantic. We’d take the short thirty drive to scenic Cedar Key. I figured we’d walk around the small island town playing tourist, eat a light lunch, maybe go to the beach or a boat ride around the small islands, then have supper in one of those quaint restaurants on the Gulf. After that, we’d just sip some beer or wine and watch the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico.
--- After spending weeks laying tile and laminate wood flooring, we were both ready to get the hell out of the house for a day. For weeks Dollie was planning places to stay for several nights. With other problems, I was afraid to leave the house unattended. Another reason we missed Biketoberfest again. When I explained repeatedly, her final answer was just forget it, we’ll stay home.
--- On the morning of our anniversary I gave Dollie my two choices… or pick a place she’d like to go to for the day. She was being difficult. How did I stay with this woman fifty three years ? Dollie didn’t want to just go out for a day. But the idea of playing horny newlyweds again sounded like fun. She choose to go to the adult shop and watch an X-rated movie or two. I’m not sure but I believe this is one of those places where single men or couples go into a tiny room alone. I still thought the Cedar Key sightseeing trip was more romantic and better suited for a fifty third anniversary celebration. But it was Dollie’s choice.
---Now….what to wear. Since this was a bit more formal than my typical shorts and t-shirt attire, I put on a pair of new jeans and a long sleeved western type blue shirt with pearl buttons. It wasn’t a wedding or funeral so that’s about as dressed as I was gonna get. Now for Dollie. This could take awhile. It didn’t ! The very first gown she put on was a winner to me. Ankle length, slit nearly thigh high up one side, body hugging with shiny swirls on a deep maroon material. Very low cut in back with a few tiny string straps around her back and over each shoulder. Best of all, her boobs were mostly exposed. Both nipples were slightly peeping out. Both birds on her tittie tattoo in full view. I was actually shocked she’d wear something like that on this occasion.
---After trying on several more gowns, most equally revealing, varied lengths, tight, and sexy, she settled on that first gown. All were the type a woman would wear to a prom, New Years party, or other formal event. None could be worn with a bra unless she wanted to look like a redneck. To be extra kinky, she also wore no panties. Now I remember why I stayed with her fifty three years !
---I actually wanted Dollie to wear the gown she’d worn to the BBQ restaurant we’d stopped at on our way home from Illinois. With her clothes still in suitcases, the truck, and closets, and the condition our place has been in lately, she couldn’t find it. (We'd been trashed during vacation) But, the gown she chose was just as flattering and nearly as revealing. Again, since I felt this was her day, I let her decide what to wear. Could have been jeans and T-shirt, mini skirt, or that fancy evening gown. I was very pleased that she chose the low cut gown.
--- By the time we got on the road and headed East, it was after noon. Not really thinking or planning ahead, we found the place….. closed ! Of course, stores such as this are usually only opened evenings, or perhaps just weekends. Silly me ! Dollie wasn’t really upset. In fact, we were both now very hungry. We had food on our minds. I wandered haphazardly around the small town and along both intersecting highways looking for a nice little restaurant…. and a bar. The reason for searching for a bar was to show Dollie off a bit and see if we could find out about the Adult Shop. Since it was very hot outside, a cold drink didn’t seem like such a bad idea either. We found a small BBQ joint but no bars or night clubs. We passed on the BBQ.
---South of Gainesville is a truck stop strip club we’d been to several times with friends for birthdays and other occasions. Food was good, dancing girls very friendly. Besides, they bare ALL ! We were East of Gainesville. I don’t have a GPS and didn’t even have an atlas with me. But I sorta knew the place was that-a-way…. South !
---We ended up in horse country near Ocala. Beautiful rolling scenic hills, fancy horse farms, a nice drive with very little traffic. Eventually I found the interstate highway and passed under it. The same highway that the strip club truck stop was on. Only problem was that the little country roads we were driving on had no ramps on or off the highway.
I wandered in a Northerly direction as best I could, noticing the fuel gauge on our gas guzzling Hemi powered truck was wandering closer to the empty mark.As Dollie said “ we are together and having a good time. We’ll find the place sometime today.” And, in a very short time, I spotted a sign for a small town with an East-West road ahead. Turning East, sure enough there was a ramp to the interstate. Problem was…… which way is the tittie bar ? It had to be North. And it was.
--- As things turned out, we were treated almost like celebrities, after Dollie mentioned it being our anniversary. We had a nice meal and saw lots of titties and pussy. When they advertise that THEY BARE ALL, they ain’t kidding ! Those pretty girls bend over, climb poles, spread wide, and fondle their own breasts while smiling and gyrating for great lengths of time. By sitting up at the stage, donating dollar bills, they will stick that bare spread thing almost right in your face. Of course, while sitting back farther, eating, and being entertained, pussys, c*nt lips, and bouncing boobies are still constantly displayed in all their glory for anyone near enough to see the stage or any of the many mirrors. We were seated directly across from the stage so no mirrors were necessary. Yet handy for viewing things not aimed our way.
---Most gals had a few tattoos. When Dollie made comments about them the girls asked to see her exposed tittie birds. Dollie ended up showing all her other tattoos. Nearly everyone, dancing girls, and male customers, got a peek at Dollie’s ass and titties. A few saw more, depending which mirror they were looking at. Even with six beautiful young women showing their bare boobs and spread c*nt, Dollie got attention too. Been a long time since I’ve seen that much naked exposed pussy in one place. Made eating our meal rather challenging at times.
---Something that makes me proud. Rarely are there female customers in those type places. Usually if so, they are gals picked up by strangers, or just lovers. The only women in this place that afternoon were the strippers, waitresses, and cashier. Dollie was welcomed and treated politely by customers and employees. Also, how many wives or girlfriends would give their partner dollar bills to buy a close up view of a pussy ? Dollie did because I had no small bills with me. She even walked up and chatted with one of the gals who was showing me her small spread pussy only inches away.
---The girls love talking to and teasing customers. I placed another dollar in her garter and mentioned I’d sure love to reach up there and spread that pretty little thing wider. Later there were two slim beautiful black strippers on stage. I told Dollie that it’s been years since I’ve seen a black c*nt up close. She slipped me a wad of dollar bills and I sauntered up and sat down in front of the black gal who’d been smiling and flirting with me now and then. Before I even had any money out, she was spreading her long lean legs and displaying that black lipped pink hole. With each dollar I put into her garter, she gyrated and wiggled that wide spread pink thing within inches of my face. I could almost smell and taste it ! When she asked if I’ve ever seen a black Pussy before I had to tell her about some old girlfriends of many years ago. Yes, it was just like the good ole days back home. Fifty three years of fun and games and still having fun together.
---Hey, there’s more ! As we stood at the cashier’s desk, the backside of the entrance counter, a young man entered. He didn’t have cash and was not allowed to enter. I got one of those kinky brain stormin ideas. I told Dollie that the poor guy didn’t get to see any bare boobies. She should go outside and show him her titties as we leave. Dollie was game for that game. But the man had already left while we were getting directions for a scenic shortcut home.
---I took some pictures of Dollie standing in front of the Club, as the man returned. No cameras or phones allowed inside. He had gone across the street to a gas station to get cash. In an ornery mood, Dollie and I told him our previous plans. The guy loved the idea, although he was now ready to enter. He also couldn’t take his eyes off Dollie’s nipples peeking out. I informed this total stranger that there were six beautiful dancing girls inside. But only two had nice sized titties. The others tiny erect boobs. I asked if he’d like to see a pair of bigger tits before entering the Club. A quick yes! How much?
--- Since they have surveillance cameras, according to the signs, I had Dollie stand under the entrance overhang, near the building. I should have charged him a cover charge. He loved Dollie’s boobs ! Taking this to the next level, I told him he was going to get to see six bare young c*nts inside. Would he like to see a 70 year old pussy ? Like who’s going to say no ? I hadn’t asked Dollie about doing this. Yet, she didn’t hesitate to pull her slit dress apart and up to her waist.
---In all honesty, all he got to see was that Dollie had no panties on, her belly button tattoo, and her pubic fuzz. Still, we all got a cheap thrill. The man wandered up to the entrance door, then stopped. As I put my camera away and hooked my seat belt, he walked back, close to the front of our truck. He just stood there staring, sort of in a daze. I just know he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. Dollie and he waved at each other. As I drove off, he went inside the Club. Yes, after fifty three years, Dollie is still just as ornery and daring as ever.
Since this is actually a truck stop with several tractor-trailer rigs parked in an adjoining lot, I drove slowly through the truck area, looking for a photo opportunity. I had planned on maybe having Dollie pose next to a few big rigs for pictures. But, I didn’t stop. I did spot a big black dude who was in the Club earlier. He was headed for his tractor-trailer. On a roll and in a very kinky mood, I asked Dollie if she’d be willing to show that guy a pair of big hooters. Like I mentioned, there really weren’t any large titties in the tittie bar.
---I first made small talk about having fun inside. Then asked if he’d be interested in seeing a pair of older larger boobs. “Maybe”, was his answer. After looking in the driver’s window across at Dollie in that low gown, his answer became “sure, why not ?” Dollie whipped em out of her gown and the man thanked us both. Hell, I’m on a roll ! After he said those were some really big firm lookin tits I asked if he’d like to feel them. Don’t remember his exact words. But it didn’t take that big guy long to walk around our truck and rub one of Dollies’ titties briefly. All he said was “ those things are big and soft.” Some more small talk and thanks from us all. I just told him I was a retired trucker and I was repaying for some of the cheap thrills I had gotten over the years.
--- I remembered that big black trucker putting dollar bills into girls’ garters and starring at their pussys. I asked him when was the last time he saw an older pussy. His answer was “never.” Dollies’ top was still below her bare boobs. When she lifted and spread the slit gown open, then raised her ass upward off the seat, exposing her pubic area to him, she was mostly nude. Really not a pussy shot then either. But it’s the thought that counts. Notice, I had asked Dollie about showing the trucker her titties. I had not asked her about letting him feel them or to show her Pussy. She just did it, like a good little sex slave ! Dollie has never liked being bound but enjoys being a slave.
---Rather than the busy highways home,I was going to take the back country roads we were told about. Since that Club doesn’t serve alcohol, we hadn’t had our anniversary drink yet. There is a friendly little bar in a small town not far from home we’d be passing later.Dollie didn’t feel that wearing her evening gown was proper for that biker bar. She told me she had other things in the truck to change to. Without first looking for something to put on, Dollie slipped off her gown, sitting there in the truck completely naked. She stayed that way, as I drove through more horse farm back country roads. She was enjoying the AC blowing on various body parts and the hot sun on her bare boobies. This part is already in a story. But our stories often do overlap.
---I had to make a stop then right turn at a tiny corner grocery store next to the two roads. There were several men sitting in a pickup truck and a few more in front of the store. Being ornery, I told Dollie we should stop and ask for directions. Her answer was a simple “okay.” Might have been fun ! Figuring this might not be the smartest move, I made my turn and kept driving. Yep, getting older. Cell phones and modern cameras also make a difference.
---Perhaps thirty minutes later I suggested she look for something to put on. Dollie dug around in the truck and came up with a very short micro mini skirt that zipped up the front and a blouse which looked like a doily thingie. Sort of a wrap with a hole for her head. No arms or sides, very revealing, with large knitted type holes. Kinda looked sexy. But, as she moved around, nothing was really covered. If she lifted an arm slightly, an entire bare breast was exposed. And her nipples showed through the large openings. More of a thing she may wear over a low gown like she had worn, for semi coverage. Dollie asked if I thought it was okay for the bar. “Like NO ! You’re topless !” But I did tell her it was fine if that’s what she wanted to wear. I believe she was testing me. Or we were testing each other.
---She dug deeper into her stash of sex clothes in the center consol-seat area. She always brings an assortment for special occasions such as this. Dollie found a nice sexy halter type blouse which left a lot of tit exposed on each side and in the center. The same top which she’d worn in Illinois this past summer at several places. Her bird tittie tat showed. With care, her nipples remained covered. Good enough for a quick stop at the small town bar.
--- Every seat was taken at the bar. But, with a few friendly patrons, a couple of extra stools appeared. Dollie got a lot of attention and we were both congratulated for many years of putting up with each other. A couple of cold draft beers and our anniversary celebration was over.
--- As we headed home Dollie said this was one of the best wedding anniversaries in a long time. Yea, I think so too! Even the rides through the quiet country back roads were fun. Most of all, it was unplanned.
Can’t wait till the 54th. ! So what did you young people do on your wedding anniversary?
Oct 13th, 2011, 54th anniversary came and went and we did nothing. Everyday isn't exciting! But we are still together and alive!

We Ain't Dead yet #6---Or Are We?
 

Another very personal post. But it should help explain our lack of past pictures.

---I began this series “We ain’t dead yet.” Little did I know what was about to happen. Or did I?
Sometime Mid-December I began clearing adult content pictures and info from my computer. No one except me can get into it. Dollie wants nothing to do with computers. But I have the feeling my kids would someday find my secrets. When I cleared it, I accidentally removed pictures I had only planned on burying deeper.
---Yes, I did sense what was about to happen. I began holding fluids at a fast rate. I was unable to lay down to sleep because my lungs were filling up, my heart being surrounded with fluids. I kept waiting because I had a doctor appointment to renew BP meds on 28th. My heart began beating out of control at over three to four times normal rate. Not a good thing. Go to emergency, NOW! When pumping that fast, it no longer acts as a pump. Blood circulation no longer travels to other organs. My kidneys, liver, lungs, and other important things stopped working. Again, not a good thing.
---By mid December things didn’t feel or seem the same. I knew I was in a heap of trouble. I felt I should say goodbye, or at least, “see ya later.” to my internet site friends. That didn’t seem proper. So I didn't. Without another chance, I ended up in emergency then cardiac ICU from Dec 28th until Friday Jan 7th. First reports were not good. My achy breakie heart was broken. Reports showed I died! But I was too stuborn to quit! My kidneys no longer functioning. Medication might stabilize my heartbeat but it was permanently damaged. Dialysis was my only choice of regulation.
---We have a son in Illinois with diabetes. He takes dialysis four times a week. He is blind and suffers much. I am old. I have lived a good life. What’s my other choices? A simple water pill. Sometimes it works by making the patient pee often. Gimme the damned pill! It worked. Only side effects are having to urinate every hour or less day and night. Hey, at least I’m pissin and moanin and my kidneys are working like new. Now after several years, I only pee a lot from morning until maybe 1PM. When going away I don't dare take a water pill.
----Dollie was by my side day and night. Slept on a small upright chair, ate little, slept when she finally just gave in. Sleeping is impossible in ICU. We both napped during daytime. By day three I saw no way I was getting outta there alive. With wires, hoses, etc running from all parts of my body, I looked at my longtime love and asked……….“do you still want to dress sexy and play our kinky games?” Dollie’s answer was “yes.” I then said “well get me out of here.”
---Tests were done to see what happened and how much damage I had. More tests. Then repeated the tests. So many tests and nothing found. I now have a regular heartbeat. Just like nothing ever happened. In fact, my vital signs are more like a 21 year old. Okay 25! A couple of BP meds a day and it’s steady. My heart may work properly for a week, a year, or many years. Personally I’d rather die of gunshot wounds to my asshole while trying to escape a jealous lover.
--- My plans were to share our past fun and games before I croak, make friends, tell old biker tales, and have fun. I did all that. I upset and angered a few members. But mostly met some great bikers and other kinky friends. Now I'm here with you OCC members doing the same things.
---There are many reasons I was not about to give up while in the hospital. The first three days did seem hopeless. Dollie has new tattoos we haven’t showed off. I still have a game or two to play and a closet to clean. We have old cars that need finished, places to go, things to see and do. I don’t have time for this heart breaking nonsense.
---So here I sit, resting and planning our newest adventure. Believe me, I see it coming already. Several weeks ago I never expected to make it to my 72nd birthday. Now plans are to go to a truck stop strip Club where they bare ALL. Went there for our wedding anniversary and a few past birthdays. Plan on making it to this one and several more yet! Yep, we made it.
--Type in Café Risqué and check it out. Dollie will be wearing something extremely revealing and most likely show off her new tattoos. I will sit near the stage placing dollar bills in garters and staring closely at bare asses, pussys, and boobs. Beat on old heart! As you've read, we did all of that and more. If all those bare pussys and tiities didn't kill me, I've still got a chance.
We are not religious, but with the love of a great woman, prayers from friends, and members, and possibly a helping hand from above, I am back adding to and cleaning our closet. Life is short. Play hard and for fun.

We Ain't Dead Yet #7
 

Here are some oldies tossed in from around 1996-1997 .

I dedicate these next stories to our friends Dave and Tracy.

--- Met by accident and became immediate booby game playing partners. Sadly the friendship ended because of an accident, a nasty auto accident. But in the short time we knew our friends we had some interesting times.
These stories involve other people who we really never knew. People who gave Dollie and I a look into the way “the other half lived.”

----------------LET’S GET NAKED
---Retired and moved from Illinois to NW Florida June 1994. Planned on going back to visit family, neighbors, and friends every other year, while vacationing in that general direction. The odd years would be spent wandering around Florida, southern states, and maybe up the East Coast. Since we raised from a tiny baby, then adopted, our first grandson, we now had a five year old boy to educate. Not really in our retirement plans! So our vacations were still limited.
---We’d pack the van and travel from the time school was out till it started again. This gave us plenty of time to roam. We didn’t buy another RV or motor home because we were spending much time in motels and cabins with our street rods. Also, we’d bought five acres in the boonies and it felt as if we were camping everyday. The Chevy van did fine during summers, with the addition of a portable screen room next to it. After all, we mostly just slept in the van. Sounds primitive but we had window AC, small heater, micro-wave, plenty of flouresent lights etc.
---With over two months each summer, there was rarely a hurry to get from point “A” to point “B”. When traveling to and from Central Illinois we had a habit of camping in Southern Illinois at our favorite campground. It has a large lake and lots of camp sites spread out over a wooded area. Some right near the two swimming beaches. Over many years, we’d met and knew many other locals who spent summers camped there. It was nice stopping there to swim, sunbath, and visit old friends. All of this to get to our newest friends.
---1996, Son Steven was now seven. We’d met other campers with young boys. We’d left Steven playing with them and decided to ride through the large campground, perhaps lookin for some photo opportunities. As usual Dollie wore very short hot pants, or a bikini. Me, my favorite short shorts. This time she had on hot pants and a halter type top.
---While driving slowly in the van through an isolated small loop with only a few tents scattered here and there, I spotted a nice ass! As I sometimes did, I said something about her cute cheeks. Tracy, blonde and young, said “Hi Florida”, as she saw our van pass by. Next thing we knew these two young dudes were waving and hollering for us to stop and have a beer. Whoooa van! We did.
--- That’s how we met Dave and Tracy, our soon to be new nudist friends. There was another man staying with them. Two guys and one female in a tent. As I remember they lived not far away and were spending summer in the tent. The men would go to work construction during the day and leave Tracy and the dog alone. This was typical for campgrounds where people could set up and stay year around. They’d go to work, then come back to camp to relax and play.
---As soon as we climbed out of the van, the conversation turned to tits and ass. Dollie’s and Tracy’s cheeks were exposed, as was ample boob from both gals. For some reason the conversation quickly turned to nudity. Seems Tracy and the guys, one her boyfriend, slept in the nude and often sat next to the fire at night buck naked. Nice to be in a secluded area. We soon found out Tracy owned a small mobile home near Gainesville, Florida and Dave had just finished a job near there. Not many miles from where we lived! She had come back to southern Illinois with Dave.
---They began asking us questions about nudity and if we knew of places to run around naked. Did we? We explained about the two nude beaches we’d recently discovered on the East Coast of Florida. And our semi-secluded five acres. When they asked more questions, I told how I mow the lawn naked, we swim in our pool naked, and mostly, when our son is in school, we git naked.
--- Sometime during that first meeting both gals flashed. Tracy’s boobs were small and hung low for a young gal. Still tits are tits! We visited Dave and Tracy, drank beer and had cook outs the next few days. When asked, we gave them our phone number and address, figuring that’s the last we’d see of them. They knew approximately when school was out and when we’d be back home.
---From Southern Illinois we headed up to where I was born and raised, Central Illinois. We did our visiting thing, wandered around camping, and finally summer was over. We were back home in Florida only two days, we came back from town, and a familiar maroon pick up truck sat near the garage. There was Dave and Tracy! Seems like the more they talked about Florida, us, and running around naked, the more they had the desire to return.
---Don’t know the details, but they ended up living back in Tracy’s ex-husband’s old single wide trailer outside of Gainesville. Actually in a small subdivision we passed close to every time we’d go to Gainesville. They loved our little place in the boonies. Nothing except 80 acres of Pine forest across the dirt dead end road and five acre lots along the other side. Could barely see parts of the roofs of those places next to ours. And the homes behind are screened by wooded areas at the rear of all lots.
---Even though we have two open acres of grass in front, there are small wooded areas blocking most of the view of our mobile home. A neat thing about gravel, when a vehicle does come down the road, we hear it in time to cover up or hide. As much as I said it would never happen, we now lived on a dirt road in a stinkin trailer!
---Dave and Tracy loved the place and began making party plans. First thing they both asked “can we really get naked on your deck and in your pool?” This was the area we’d spend most of our time naked. Behind the house, 2 1/2 car garage, and a small storage shop, it was even hidden from someone who did walk up to the house. Even the little old lady who lived there before us admitted to skinny dippin.
---Dave and Tracy were coming over several times a month to sunbath, swim, and party naked. Funny, it took Tracy several visits before she took her short shorts off. After that, we were just two couples drinkin beer, cookin on the grille, and laughin. The nudity seemed normal, as it does on beaches and other places in time. After all, we were born naked and will end up naked after we die.
---We never did get too wild with Dave and Tracy. Fondled both pairs of titties, and maybe patted bare asses. What I remember most was when we knew they were on their way over, I'd be out at the end of our driveway naked, or jump out from next to the pumphouse next to the drive.
--- Something that shocked Dave was one time at their house Dollie removed her top and had Dave fondle her boobs next to his truck as I took photos. His truck was right along the little main street in the subdivision. Neighbors across the road were watching. We didn't care because thier teen aged daughters were often topless in a wadding pool.
---We’d also party at Tracy’s small mobile home and at a few of their fun loving neighbors. We met a lot of kinky people through Dave and Tracy. Saw a lot of teenaged girls who turned into drunken druggie wh*r*s entertaining young men. A lot of divorced desperate older women who’d trade their sole for a drink or a weed. Found out that in those low classed neighborhoods lived low classed neighbors! Somehow we stayed basically sober, untouched, and entertained. To us, Dave and Tracy were just friends we could get naked with.
--- Dave and Tracy had never been to Bike Week. We were going to take them in a few months. Before this, we took them to the East Coast and the nude beach, many biker bars, and other places where Tracy and Dollie could show off. It was warm that February weekend. Tracy and Dave had been on our deck partying naked and drinking beer as if it were water. Tracy mentioned to Dollie they were out of money and nearly out of gas. Had to go 50 miles home and then Tracy had to drive the truck a few miles to work in the middle of the night. Dollie loaned Tracy (gave) something like $25. Gas was still around $1 a gallon then. As I wrote, they loved their beer. Instead of buying gas on the way home they bought a case of bottled beer and some snack food.

---Tracy was on her way to work just a few miles from home. Middle of the night, only ¼ mile from the road to where Tracy lived, on a well lighted divided four lane highway, Tracy ran out of gas. Drunk, she walked across the median and directly in front of a fast moving car. Young girl driving it. Girl panicked and got hysterical. Tracy didn’t die immediately. She was mangled beyond recognition after being thrown over the car and into the next lane, in front of another car. Tracy lived maybe a week, tubes and wires everywhere. We lost a dear friend just because they had to have another beer---and another!
Perhaps this is why we only have one drink occasionally. Life is too precious to waste it. We still remember Tracy sayin “let’s get naked.”
R.I.P. Tracy F.

We Ain't Dead yet #8
 

MORE DAVE AND TRACY
---That partial week while camped in the Southern Illinois campground, we spent most of our free time with Dave and Tracy. Since Dave and the other guy went to work early each morning, this left Tracy alone. Tracy would drive their pickup truck over to visit us at our campsite on the other side of the main campground. Most of the time Tracy wore the same thin tank top and cheek showing hot pants. No bra. Dollie usually wore a halter type top and shorts herself.
---In the past, as now, Dollie dressed more decently when going away without me. But Tracy insisted Dollie wear whatever she had on to go into town shopping and running around with her each day. Usually Dollie did at least change to a low cut blouse or tank top similar to Tracy’s. Both gals boobs showed plainly through and out the tops of their outfits. As we both found out, Tracy was a flirt and exhibitionist. She loved teasin friends and others in town.
---Dollie told me how they showed off at a plant nursery to get free wooden pallets for the campground fire pit. The poor young guy kept dropping pallets as he stared at boobs while loading the pick up truck. They thanked him by flashing. At a gas station, Tracy got two young guys to fill her truck and wash her windows, as her and Dollie sat in the truck with their boobs hanging fully out. At the large grocery store, they both teased customers and clerks by bending over letting their tits slip out. Even though the store didn’t have carry out service, two male clerks carried their bags to the truck. Yep, they flashed those young kids too. Dollie was loving having another flashing partner. It’s always more exciting and challenging with two or more women playing tit games. I learned long ago Dollie obeyed others besides me when it came to getting her to show skin.
----One afternoon Tracy had to stop by the small farm where Dave lived with his dad. Dollie and I were in our mid to upper fifties then. Dave and Tracy in upper forties. Dave’s dad had a few old guys visiting. According to Dollie, the other men had to be in late 60’s and early 70’s. I’m sure they hadn’t seen tits for many years. Tracy removed her top and talked Dollie into going topless while at the farm, teasing and showing off for the men. Dollie said the biggest problem there was keeping their tits away from those old men.
---Most of these tit games happened several afternoons while we stayed in the State park. Anytime we played booby games, Dollie was extra hot the rest of the day. On their return, both gals were always extremely horny. This made for great bedtime activity. Being forced to play with four bare boobies until Dave returned was just a bonus.

We Ain't Dead yet #9
 

NEW YEARS EVE WITH DAVE AND TRACY

--- It was probably New Years Eve 1997 or 1998. Our son would have been around ten. By this time Dave had is young son living with him near Gainesville, Florida. He was also around ten. Both boys played together, mostly in the back bedroom, so they are not part of this story.
---Tracy also had her daughter, perhaps 1* or 1*, living with them. This daughter was way too mature for her age. She could have passed for legal age and did things only 18 and over should do. I’ll call her Tina because this story is partially about her. Tina and the other young neighbor girls dressed----well like sl*ts or wh*r*s. Much like Dollie and Tracy did. Tina and most of the other girls were cute skinny little things. The kind that make older guys look. But these were little girls playing in the neighborhood with boys, and around young adults.
---Later this New Years Eve, and many days after that, we’d find out that Tina and her little girlfriends weren’t JUST dressing like wh*r*s! We were invited by Tracy and Dave to spend New Years Eve down the road a piece with some of their other friends. I never could find the house on my own. It was in one of those twisty curvy sub divisions where streets wandered everywhere and became dead ends. We couldn’t find the house, but many other weirdos did.
---There were no race, age, or color barriers at Tracy’s friend’s house, Wauneta, I’ll call her. Wauneta was a Mexican and had two teenaged Mexican daughters. Yep, they also dressed and acted like sl*ts. Wauneta and her daughters were rather large for their ages, in every aspect. The daughters had very large tits which they proudly displayed in whatever they partially were wearing at the time. Yes, Wauneta dressed much the same.
---Wauneta’s boyfriend was black. Very black. A nice, polite, quiet older man. Old Joe and I visited a lot. I was 59 so was the only other old fart there. At any given time whenever we were at Wauneta’s house there was an assortment of young boys, and not so young boys hangin out. Spanish, Black, and White. Possibly something else tossed in. Of course the boys and young men were hangin out lookin at what the girls and women were hangin out! Feelin them when they could. And it seems they could about anytime. This was early afternoon and the New Years Eve celebration was already well under way.
--- Beer and alcohol was flowing and strange smells from smoke billowed through the house. Pills, which I don’t think were aspirin, were popped frequently by many. Dollie, Tracy, Dave, and I stuck to the bottled beer. Dollie and I sipped ours, making one bottle last for hours. Dave and Tracy amazed us in how much they could handle before they had to piss it back out.
---The house was small, with an enclosed porch across the front. The partiers overflowed onto the porch and into the front yard. Friendly neighbors joined them. By evening things were getting very friendly among the neighbors and others who seemed to be endlessly coming and going. Each new bunch brought more to drink, smoke, and sniff. The four of us mostly drank our beers, visited, and watched. As most other females seemed to shed their clothing, Dollie and Tracy occasionally flashed. Other than that, we were there being entertained by others.
---What amazed us was that when Tina, Tracy’s daughter, fucked one young boy after another, Tracy just encouraged her and laughed. Don’t remember how many young----too young---girls were fuckin and suckin boys, and not so young boys. Sometimes doing several things at a time. That new Years Eve was a never ending orgy. I nearly had to fight chubby little Mexican girls, Wauneta, and others off. Somehow Dollie and I remained untouched and reasonably sober. We were actually uncomfortable among those people.
---I remember driving Dave’s truck back to Tracy’s trailer sometime in the early morning. It’s times like those that remind me Dollie and I aren’t really so wild ourselves.

We Ain't Dead yet #10 More Dave and Tracy
 

CAMPING WITH FRIENDS DAVE & TRACY
--- Friends Dave and Tracy loved camping. They often went to State and County parks with their tent. Their problem was they always drank a lot of beer and got noisy. Tracy would wear hot pants and go braless. She usually flashed people and went topless in more remote areas where they camped. Both of them were often begging us to camp with them. The above reasons are why we made excuses and usually refused.
---One weekend we had a chance to get away without our son. He was staying with friends from his school. Dave and Tracy’s kids were also staying with their friends. Dave had been telling us about this campground with a beautiful blue spring to swim in. It was summer and warm. A good time to swim in a cool spring and relax. Plans were made. The campground wasn’t far from either home. A few hours drive for both of us. We met and found campsites together. We were in a fairly secluded loop back in the woods. We had the Chevy van to camp in. Dave & Tracy their truck and tent.
--- We put up our screen room as a dining area and everything was cozy. We took a case of bottled beer. Dave and Tracy had at least two cases. Way more than Dollie and I would drink. But Dave and Tracy were soon emptying bottle after bottle. We all got into our bikinis and headed for the spring swimming hole. It was cold at first, but felt nice in the summer heat. Tracy and Dave began playing around and the next thing everyone else saw was Tracy topless in the spring. This was a State park with many families there. We had a heck of a time getting Tracy’s top back on and her back to the campsite. This went on every few hours as they wandered back to the spring. By evening there were only a few adults swimming. They didn’t mind seeing Tracy’s titties bouncing in the cold spring. That 72 degree water did nice things to nipples.
--- Dave and Tracy were drunk but the cold water seemed to keep them fairly alert. Dave was getting ornery though. He pulled Dollie’s tiny top off too. More perky nipples and nipple rings! When Tracy and Dave both continued to get loud we convinced them to get dressed and go back to the campsite for the evening. We sat around the campfire visiting a few other nearby campers. All of the women ended up topless, including Dollie. We really did have a good time.
---We camped with them several more times. It always seemed to end up as a nude, or topless, noisy, drunken party. After several campouts that summer, we never went camping with Tracy and Dave in Florida again. Just too dangerous the way they acted in public. Nudity is one thing. Doing it while drunk in a public park is just not a good idea. See we're not as dumb as we look!

We Ain't Dead yet #11 Dave & Tracy at Biker Bar
 

TRACY AT THE BIKER BARS
---That first summer, when Dave and Tracy moved back from Illinois, we did many things together. Mostly because they begged us to. And admittedly, four tits are always better than two when flashing and going topless. I’m thinkin this was 1997. Could have been 1998. Doesn’t matter really. Dollie and I were in our late 50’s. Dave and Tracy late 40’s. We seemed to be more active than they were. Of course, when you are livin on beer, as they were, it does slow down the senses.
---Dollie and I were always talking about a few local biker bars and wet tee-shirt contests. Since Tracy and Dave lived on beer, going to a biker bar was a natural. Only there were a few things that worried me about this. Their over-drinking problem and Dave’s loud mouth after he’d had a few drinks. But, what the hell, they kept begging to go bar hoppin with us.
---Actually the few times we took Dave and Tracy to the local hangouts we went to it turned out rather exciting. Many people already knew us….knew Dollie’s booby’s! Always seemed to be a spontaneous wet tee shirt contest or flashing match. And our bar room friends would buy Dollie beer for a quick flash job. 50 cents a glass! I’d make them buy two. After all, she wasn’t a cheap flasher!
---Dollie wasn’t the only tittie shower at those bars. Why do you think I went there? For the beer? These were good ole country boys and girls. Add to that a bunch of bikers, snowbirds, hunters, and fishermen, and there was always an eclectic mix of fun lovin friendly people.
---Never ever seemed to have any problems, even when someone did get a little too much to drink. Those people watched out for each other. Tracy and Dave fit right in. Now Dollie had a tit showing competitor. Often it was Tracy topless, dancing for the customers, as Dollie sat like a good girl watching. But these were the kind of people who once they see boobies, they want more. And the females of the litter were always willing to please.
---The ages and sizes of the women, and the sizes of the titties was as varied as you could imagine. We had many a day and evening party at those two back woods bars with Dave and Tracy. Even Dave’s dirty loud mouth seemed to delight the other loud mouthed people there. A 55 gallon drum filled with free roasted peanuts kept the old wood floor slippery for dancing. Fifty cent iced draft beer flowed like a mountain spring. Bras, bikini tops, blouses, and sometimes panties were tossed onto the tables and chandeliers overhead. Weekends and some week nights there was always a cool band. Karaoke night was always fun.
--- Everyone had a great time any time we went down by the River bar hoppin. Seems every good thing must end. Several years later the River bar closed down for good. We switched to a few others. One was nice because most of the old crowd ended up there. The boaters, rednecks, hunters, and fishermen must have found another place. Maybe because there were no woods or river in that other town! This one was more of a real biker bar. But, again, in a few years that bar also closed. No money down here. Yet it costs the same to run a business.
---We’ve met many fun loving people at campgrounds, bike events and bars. But Dave and Tracy were the only couple we spent a lot of time with playing our booby games. We miss them very much.

We Ain't Dead yet #12 ---Camping
 

Just a short story about our March 2011 camping trip.
---Nothing special. But figured I needed to keep this Closet cleaned.
---We were camped with mostly older people, which is rare for us, with our antique motorhome club. And making this even more unusual, we were camped at a highly restricted Government place. MsDollie was being a good girl and dressed much like the other older women. Except for the fact she was wearing mostly tight small stretchy sweaters and tight fittin jeans many days.
---One afternoon she went shopping with a group of women to a small town. The other gals seemed to enjoy helping Dollie pick out those too-small tight sweaters and more jeans. We don’t know what they were thinking. When back at the campground Dollie wore one of those outfit’s. The women seemed shocked. They told Dollie that they didn’t think she bought those small tight clothes for herself. However everyone approved. None knew she was always braless. I might add, she did look hot in those tight sweaters and pants for a great granny.
--- It was just before dusk when the little tale actually happened. We had a club group of perhaps 25 people, sitting around a fire and having a good time for old farts. Across the campground lane there was another group, younger people, having their own party, also around a campfire. This group was drinking a lot of beer in brown bottles and possibly other “happy fuel.” Most were making frequent trips to the campground restroom around a half block away.
--- As I sometimes do, I noticed several of the young women wearing short shorts and plunging neckline tops. One in particular was revealing a large amount of white breast. I had noticed her walks to and from the ladies’ potty room at least hourly. It’s my job as a boobologist.
---It was just before dark and I also had to wander to the men’s room before turning in at our RV next to the party group across the road. I mentioned this to Dollie and she was also in need of relief and ready to go to our camper. About then two gals from across the road, both with the exposed cleavage, headed to the campground restrooms again.
---Being smarter than the average bear, I stalled Dollie from leaving our own group just yet. I had been wanting a close-up look at those two ladies’ boobs for a long time. It was now time! Adding 2+5+3 and carrying the 7, I calculated how long it would be before those two women headed back. I planned it right. We met about half way, at an intersection of two camp lanes. Got a perfect view. I was happy and now ready to go pee!
---Lucky that we were in an area where some small cabins and the RV’s across the road hid from view of both groups what was about to take place next. A few innocent bystanders, men, had to witness this next scene. But from what we could tell, they seemed to enjoy it as much as I.
---Dollie was there for me again. The tallest gal, the one with ample amounts of bare white boob jiggling freely, began bragging on Dollie and complimenting Dollie for lookin so hot for her age. This gal had no idea how old Dollie was. She admitted her birthday was the day before and this was her 44th birthday party. She said Dollie couldn’t be much more than 10 years older than her. As women sometimes do, all three began huggin and kissin on each other…and thanking each other for lookin sexy! I even got hugged and kissed by those women. They musta been drunk!
---It was during this bendin, squeezin, and huggin that I noticed the top of a rose tattoo on the pretty 44 year old’s right tit. Ahhh Ha ! From experience I just know that if I ask she’s goin to show me the rest of that tit tattoo! Yea she did! And both nipples too.
---She just had to tell us about her breast implants of a year ago and how her nipples are still scarred. Yea, they are! She also had to mention her boobs still feel soft and real. I couldn’t believe that by just lookin….Well, actually I could have. But with a few choice words of doubt, I got to feel both her boobs….To make this even more exciting her other female friend had me feel her real and natural boobs to compare! Yep, they all four felt pretty much the same to me. However this was not a detailed examination and I may be wrong. But who cares?
---They had no idea Dollie was braless in that tight sweater. Both gals were complimenting Dollie on her even larger boobs. Things happened rather quickly about then. Tits and tats seemed to be the main topic. I was teased but they admitted that I was probably used to all of this. Yea I was! Or is! The 44 year old said I probably wouldn’t be embarrassed if they talked about clits or showed their pussy’s spread wide. I admitted seeing one or two in my lifetime. But it wasn’t going to happen right there in the open, I knew that. They were teasin.
---Not sure who showed what next. Dollie pulled up her sweater and exposed both titties, birdie tattoos and all. Of course, both women had to play touchy feely too! Two hands on each booby! Dollie showed her belly button wreath, her butt rose tat, and finally, her honey pot honeybees. But this was after both women showed their asses…literally! One had a heart tattoo on a cheek. The 44 year old had the words on her butt cheek “ Just add Liquor to make me hot.” I believe she had enough liquer that evening!
---I really did have to pee, so excused myself as they covered their respective body parts and spent some time giggling and talking. Again, I never would have got to see or feel those nice titties without Dollie there to lead them on. And how many wives will stand by as you fondle a strangers boobs and stare at her ass? Even when she’s a good girl, she’s bad! And to me that’s good!
--I suppose this is a good time to mention about real and fake boobs. There are times I can tell. But most often I don't really care what they are made of as long as I can see and touch them!

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