DRESS UP SURPRISE----Who was Joe Whuzzit?
 

Who was Joe Whuzzit?

---Yep, that’s what we wanted to know. Who was that polite, kinky, wealthy man? And why would an obviously sophisticated, educated, well to do person hang out with bikers and Strippers?
Tuesday, we stopped at one of the tittie bars for a short time. Mostly asking about how safe it was visiting that bikers’ clubhouse. Many of the customers, and Strippers, were members. Someone made a phone call and we were invited back to the Clubhouse. When we arrived, there weren’t really many bikers there. But there were several familiar faces from the first biker party and from the tittie bars. We were asking questions about Joe Whuzzit.
---Someone else made some calls while we were in the Clubhouse. More members came to tell us the tantalizing tale of Joe Whuzzit. Don’t know why. But they felt we needed to know. Seems that several of the biker gals also are strippers, working for Joe!!!!! Most were in Dollie’s situation a time or two, dressed to thrill, and showin off for Joe. Everyone seemed to like Joe, yet didn’t quite like the way he treated some of the women.
---Not only did Joe own the two small strip clubs we visited, he owned the one I couldn’t find, and a few more farther North. Who was Mr. Whuzzit? Joe Whuzzit was a rich man and loved controlling horny women. Those tittie bars and his games with young gals was his hobby. Strip Clubs were illegal there till Joe Whuzzit began opening a few. He was known as the Boss Hogg of the County.
---I suppose this would be a time to paint a mental picture of the basic layout of all three Strip Clubs in these stories. And a time to let those of you who have never been in a tittie bar visualize what one looks like. I feel the more we know about details, the more the stories make sense. There was a small bar running down the right wall, with wooden bar stools, as you enter the front door. And of course mirrors along most walls for easy viewing even when facing the bar. . Each stage was at the rear center of the room. Restrooms on the left of stages, dancers‘ lounge-changing room on right with an entrance to the rear of stage. Tiny round wooden tables scattered throughout, each with two chairs.
---Each of these Clubs had one larger round table right down in front of stage with six chairs. When Joe came in, whoever was sitting there moved and the table was cleared . Of course, the first chair facing the stage was Joe’s! We were asked to join Joe, along with his friends, or a few Strippers. Strip Club number three was possibly four times large. Rather than small wooden rundown buildings needing paint and repair, and dimly lit, the last place appeared to be a fairly new, or remodeled, concrete block building, brightly painted. There were lots of flashing neon signs, lights, and pictures of dancing girls on the outside walls and inside.
---Two more important things were in this larger Club. The chrome pole, and across the base of the stage were low chairs right up front for customers to get close and interact with the dancers. There was no seating stage-front at those two small Tittie Bars. Being small places, first sets of round tables were next to the stages. As I often do, I get off topic. Hey, our life wasn’t a book. Things just happened.
---Dollie was Joe’s first “older” woman and we found out she was already special to him. But, I was an anchor, holding back his real plans. Even those sexy dresses were among the wardrobe Joe furnished for “his” girls and his Strippers. They were made to fit those skinny, small breasted gals. Something even Joe hadn’t thought of. No wonder Dollie couldn’t keep anything in them!
---Some stories were scary about how Joe used the young gals at the Clubs. Some were kinky and wild fantasy type things involving Joe as the Master, the girls his Slaves. About him forcing gals to lie naked on tables, legs spread, showing everything they had to bar patrons till he gave them permission to get up. All to thrill Joe, the boys, and for them to receive a few dollars tip money. One the plus side, no one was allowed to touch any girls. Pay was good, jobs scarce. Those young strippers knew if they didn’t obey Joe, they’d soon be replaced by others willing to do anything to keep a job. Speaking of anything, some gals masturbated themselves for extra tips and extra points with Joe.
--- Basically Joe was using young women to fulfill his and his old buddies sexual fantasies at the upper classed places he hung out. Viagra and other wonder drugs were not invented yet. These old geezers couldn’t get it up, so got their rocks off using women as sex objects to stare at and fondle. Word was that those old farts were paying Joe for the privilege to watch and feel. The money really meant nothing. It was just another kinky thing Joe did.
---Joe’s Strip Clubs were his endless supply of new human sex toys. The women we talked to admitted, except for those embarrassing games he played with them, Joe was good to them and paid well. Of course, the good stuff was only shared with Dollie by the women bikers. For Dollie, there were now mixed feelings. She was relieved knowing she had nothing to worry about as far as getting laid by old geezers. But wasn’t planning on becoming one of “HIS” girls. With us, Joe was only doing things I had fantasized about and discussed with Dollie for years. Joe just took it to a higher level out of our class!
--- Dollie was even willing to go back to visit Joe at another time. We got to mingle with the elite, weird and perverted elite, but at least got to sample how the other half lives….for a short time, anyway. It seemed Dollie could show anything with Joe and get by with it. Did I mention money talks. We left the Biker Clubhouse with some answers. Maybe we still didn’t really know who Joe Whuzzit was. But we knew about his own fantasy game world. And ya couldn’t say bad things about a man who could buy his fantasies. Again, why were some of us born with a plastic fork in our mouth, rather than a silver spoon?
There are a few more dress up surprise stories with our friend Joe Whuzzit.

All week and Nuthin to Do!
 

All week and Nuthin to Do!

---This story has nothing to do with dress up surprises. But it followed the wild weekend with Mr. Joe Whuzzit. We were registered and planning on staying at that same campground till the next Sunday afternoon. We’d already made new friends and found some fun strip joints.
---Actually, with some help, we finally found the third Strip Club. It was larger and more modern. More dancing girls. More customers. More titties to stare at. It was bound to happen. With some coaxing from friendly customers, and dancing gals, maybe me, Dollie went on stage at the newer Club. She wore tiny panties thinking this may eventually happen. By the time the week was over, she had stripped to her thong panties at all three Clubs. I suppose the locals loved her because she was new flesh…. older than the other gals, yet different meat to stare at. Dollie could never dance the dance. But just wigglin, jigglin, and fondling herself seemed to satisfy those bikers, rednecks, and me.
---But camping out is far more than hanging out in some dark, smoke filled honky-tonk. We alternated by taking drives in the country and walks on the beach. All in all, this was a great week away from our son. Okay, the rest of the week did include some dress up surprises. I picked out a few naughty bar hoppin outfits for Dollie. She surprised me at the beach wearing different bikinis, sometimes flashing the sun worshippers. On the plus side, we got flashed back sometimes, and free drinks at the bars. Sexy games can be fun.

================= Friend Dale , next Dress up partner.
---We spent the rest of that year talking about how out of control our dress-up game went with Mr. Joe. There were times we couldn’t believe what happened and how Dollie was dressed---undressed---in those classy places. But we also agreed it was exciting and worth the embarrassment. Lots of wild sex followed during and after talking about those games! But, would we do it again? I often teased Dollie that I just wanted to drive that fancy Mercedes again.
---We liked our new game. We needed another partner. Later that same summer we were spending a few days at our favorite nude beach across the state of Florida. I may have mentioned our biker-nudist friend Dale. If not, I will tell more later. Since Dale visited us many times already at the nude beach it was pointless to suggest to him about our dress-up surprise games. Hard to dress up and surprise anyone when naked!
---But wait, Dale first met us, and often thereafter, at biker bars at bike events. Dollie first attracted Dale when wearing an indecently short pair of shorts at a large crowded outside biker bar. At that time we didn’t meet Dale. Dale only met her ass from across the pudding wrestling pit. Funny, he recognized Dollie’s ass while at the nude beach much later. Dale is an ass man! Instant friends.
---After many years at the nudie beach and bike events, we decided we’d make Dale a DRESS UP SURPRISE partner for bars and bike events. This was no big deal, actually. Dollie nearly always wore very revealing biker teasin clothing already. And often wore those indecent shorts just to tease Dale. Still, letting Dale choose might be interesting. At the time we drove a full sized van. Actually Dollie’s closet and dressing room. Always full of sexy clothes for all occasions. During a visit, or phone conversation, Dale became our second dress up surprise partner.
---We’d meet Dale at an event. If we knew Dale was gonna be there, Dollie would purposely wear jeans or longer shorts, to make it interesting. We’d go to the van, and he’d pick out something sleazy for her to wear. This sometimes happened several different times in the same bar parking lot. Always Dale’s first choice was a tiny, short, narrow crotched pair of shorts. To Dale, the top hardly mattered. Often those clothes were what Dollie would have worn anyway. But this added to the excitement.
---A few years later, even this got kinkier. Dale discovered several micro-mini skirts in Dollies clothing collection. “Put this on without panties,“ I remember Dale saying. After that day, Dale often choose a mini skirt rather than short shorts. It’s not like he hadn’t seen Dollie’s pussy many times at the nude beach. Still, this was in a public place where others got peeks. Dale loved pulling Dollie’s short skirt up to show his friends. Dirty ole man! This arrangement was more like my original fantasy dress up game ideas were to be.
---Dale remains our dress up surprise partner, although he rarely choses anything for Dollie to wear anymore. Maybe he forgot. Usually she’s already lookin sexy. Or we are at the nude beach. I suppose we haven’t looked for anyone else to play this game because Dollie is usually already wearing something overly exposed.
---A few camping biker buddies occasionally ask Dollie to put on something special. Most often just for pictures with bikes. Still, there was Joe for several more years till we stopped going up that way. Stay tuned for Where’s Joe Whuzzit?

Dress Up Surprise----WHERE’S JOE WHUZZIT ?
 

WHERE’S JOE WHUZZIT ?
---Keep in mind, these events happened 14-15 years ago. Exact words and actions may have been slightly different. However, it’s amazing what you can remember after starting a story such as these.
---Sometime early the very next Summer we decided to go back up to find Joe Whuzzit. We had recently talked about the wild few days we spent letting Joe be in control of our newest game---DRESS UP SURPRISE. Actually, it wasn‘t really new. We had been playing it ourselves, taking turns choosing what Dollie wore, and where we‘d go, for many years. Dressing for Strip Clubs was often a place we’d take turns choosing the outfit for the evening. Someone else being in control was the new part. And now we had some more experience playing the game, as it was really intended, with friend Dale.
---Again, a-campin we would go. We figured even if we didn’t locate Mr. Whuzzit, we’d have fun at those tittie bars, site seeing, and going to the beach. After all, that’s what campers do. It wasn’t easy finding a baby sitter for a grade school kid in our neck of the woods for a week. But we did again.
--- All the way up to the campground, we talked about what may happen this time. Both assured it couldn’t get any worse…or better. Besides, we had our own rules and limits. Of course my rule was do whatever ya want. Have fun. Dollie’s has always been, keep your tool out of my tool box!
---We were pleased to see the three Strip Clubs still open. At least it wouldn’t be just a camping trip. I asked Dollie if she was gonna Strip again. She smiled and only said “maybe, if I get asked enough.” Registered at camp, parked the RV, and decided to check out the Biker Clubhouse first. We’d had a few phone numbers. But our filing system ain’t real purty! We lost the names and numbers. Being Friday afternoon, there were already a bunch of bikes and bikers out front. No more than pulled in the lot when several friendly voices hollered to us. Friends for only a short time, yet they remembered.
---Odd, I have no idea what Dollie was wearing then. Most likely something skimpy, since the weather was nice. Not yet hot, but comfortable. Remember, it’s what the gals wear that gets the action and reactions. We were soon updated on Mr. Whuzzit. Things remained about the same, we were told, and he was in the area. Then a little catchin up on what we’ve been doing. Also an update what some of the biker gals had been doing at the Strip Clubs and going out with Joe to his ritzy hangouts. Joe was still using them as toys and eye candy. Business was slow and the Strippers weren’t staying long.
---A few gals said Joe would be happy to see Dollie again. He often talked about her. From the Clubhouse, we stopped at the first small Strip Club we came to. Place was nearly deserted. Maybe two bikes and a few cars there. Inside were just a few male customers, barmaid, and two skinny girls. it was around 5PM . Last time, the place was doing fair by then on a Friday. No one looked familiar and no one remembered us. Bummer. They also said business had dropped off and dancers weren’t staying long anymore. The two skinny kids were the Strippers. They appeared to be 15 and built like me. Even the female bartender-waitress didn’t turn me on. I will only say she was rather plump for her height. We didn’t stay long enough to buy a drink.
--- Second Strip Joint wasn’t much better. At least a biker couple remembered us. I was thinking she was the gal who we met last year wearing only a vest for a top. Her boobs were mostly covered this time. At least the two young Strippers looked like Strippers here. In fact one gal was doing a fine job entertaining the few male customers there. I paused to enjoy her act, as Dollie ordered a couple beers and visited with the couple we had known. After we finished our one beer each, we left there also.
---Strip Club number three, the nicer and larger place. It was hoppin. In fact I had trouble finding a place to park the van not too far away. Must have been a dozen bikes and that many cages there. (Cars and trucks) We were happy to be greeted by several who remembered us. Hugs, hellos, and free beer. Cain’t git much better than that! Even the dancing gals were prettier, and well endowed, here. Must have been five or six of them. Each stacked better than the last, as I watched them perform. We were havin a good time, at last. ---At times like this, actual time means little. Perhaps an hour or so later, Mr. Whuzzit arrived. Joe walked directly to us, shook my hand and made some small talk. He then hugged Dollie, I remember Joe saying he was happy to see her. Not THAT happy! Altho, not being that kind of guy, I wouldn’t know. Again, some small talk then an apology for making her wear those two tiny black dresses. He admitted he made a mistake. They were for those skinny girls at the other bar. Not gals built like Dollie and the girl on stage dancing now. Joe also said he was notified that we were there and had to say hello. After some updates on what we and he’d been up to, Joe excused himself.
---A short time later, Joe returned----with another black mini-dress! This one appeared small and very thin. It actually sparkled and shimmered. Words something like “put this on Dollie. I’m sure it will fit better.” It did seem to have more material to it. Dollie refused. Joe asked if his membership in our dress-up game had expired. Dollie apologized to him saying she forgot. She got up to go to the public restroom to change. One of the Strippers took Dollie by the hand, leading her to their lounge-costume room. Rather than come back the same way, Dollie walked out onto the stage in that new black mini-dress. She was lookin hot! Yes, this one fit right. Not too short, and covering her well. The top was plunging, yet decent enough for most public places. I’d say the dress was something a woman could wear to a party or night on the town. Very risqué, looking like it was body painted on. The crowd loved her in it!
---It must have made Dollie hot too! She began doing her little thing. Not dancing. Can’t dance the dance. She slipped one booby out and played with it. Then putting it back, repeated with the other, rubbing her nipple with a fingertip, and shaking her tittie. Money began being tossed on stage. After pulling the top back up, Dollie walked to the edge of stage and slowly strolled from end to end. She was wearing tiny bikini panties, nearly a thong. Everyone down front could see. Dollie then pulled the dress up above her belly button, revealing her belly ring. More money was tossed. In fact Mr. Whuzzit tossed a $100 bill to her! Dollie then pulled her top down, nearly to her waist, working her titties. Basically the dress was now a belt--- with tiny panties. Joe tossed another $100 bill and others threw mostly $1’s and $5’s on stage. Probably wasn’t up there ten minutes. When she walked off, the MC-bouncer picked up the money, as he does for the other gals, handing it to Dollie. Including the $200 from Joe, Dollie collected well over $300 for something she would have done free. ---Dollie got quite a standing ovation from the house. Joe admitted he loved Dollie’s show and asked her to keep the dress. Some more small talk, then the proposition.

==================================== ---Remember my habit of adding notes? Note this. Have you noticed it’s the clothing Dollie wears that attracts perverts? Perverts are those male and female type people who love playing perverted games. Our kind of games! Also note this, it’s not the size of the boobs, it’s how a girl displays them and acts herself. We’ve played games and been flashed by women who are literally titless and had fun.

DRESS UP SURPRISE---The Proposition
 

The Proposition
---Something about Dollie captured this man’s heart. Why didn’t she dump my poor sorry ass and take a chance with this wealthy man? Joe Whuzzit had often complimented Dollie on being able to turn the customers on and repeatedly asked her to come work for him. There was talk about her working in these three Clubs and several others Joe and his friends have.
---Joe began his proposition. He mentioned it was important to move from Club to Club. Regular customers like new flesh to stare at. He tried to convince us both Dollie could make enough to retire well in six months or so. But this also involved being his companion, dressing much like today, and traveling to other States and Countries with Joe on business---and to work real Strip Clubs while there. Clubs where $100 bills, and larger, flowed like $1 bills here.
---At this time, Dollie was still looking hot and seemed to love the attention. This was also before she was bitten by a Brown Recluse spider on her left breast, needing much surgery, which reduced one breast. (.)(.) The other was made smaller to match later. In my pages, there is a story about this. Until then everyone teased Dollie about her large cartoon boobies. Cartoon boobs because they were very high, firm, and rounded. It’s difficult to admit it. But the next ten to fifteen years have aged us both. Exactly why I am sharing our stories and encouraging you to play while you can.
---Mr Whuzzit gave me a card and asked us to meet him the next day at his office in the Big City! Dollie had already made her decision. But still wanted to hear the complete proposition. Next morning, Saturday, we arrived at Joe’s office. It was several floors up in a large business complex. We were greeted by a beautiful receptionist with exposed long lean legs clear up to heaven. She said she was expecting us. After a brief wait, we were shown into a large executive office. Joe Whuzzit met us, smiling. He repeated his offer and added more. We would live in his condo overlooking the Ocean. A tutor would be furnished for Steven, our grade school aged son, and we’d have a pretty young maid to cook, clean, and take care of us. Joe laughed and said both women would help keep Steven and me occupied while Dollie was away. He added that he’d give me a list of HIS special girls if I needed additional company. Obviously trying to sway my decision.
---As mentioned before, Dollie would travel with him on business. Also she would work in Strip Clubs abroad and in various States here, after working his local Clubs to get the feel of it. Joe stressed that Dollie would be his companion at meetings, when attending other various Company functions, and to entertain his friends. Although getting intimate with clients would not be required, the occasion may arise from time to time. It would be Dollie‘s decision how far things may go. But Joe made it clear she would be a play toy for clients and old friends. Much like she and other gals had been right there in town.
---I’m guessing Joe was exaggerating on the possibilities of how much Dollie might make to influence our decisions. But, as I said, we had both made our choice long ago. We were used to the simple life and could never be apart for any length of time. Also, there were too many chances for this to turn out bad. As an unexpected turn of events, Dollie would have had to quit within months anyway. This was the time when major medical problems came up. A time when she nearly died of surgical complications. Then again, in the company of Joe and his companions with money, perhaps she would have gotten better care.
---Anyone reading our stories, and knowing even a little about us, know Dollie chose the left fork in our road of life. Joe Whuzzit said he figured what our decision would be. We remained friends. In fact Joe insisted we dine with him that evening to show there were no hard feelings. Joe laughed and said this would only be a partial dress-up surprise. She would wear the same dress she wore that Friday evening at the Club. The surprise part was we had no idea where we would dine.
---The rest of that week camping, we partied at Strip Clubs, went with Joe to a few fancy dining establishments again, and relaxed at the beaches not far away. Joe picked out dresses that actually fit Dollie. Always revealing a lot of breast. But more suited for those upscale restaurants. All were black except a pretty bright red dress one afternoon. We were met by Joe and his chauffeur at the campground or one of Joe’s tittie bars for our nights out. In a Lincoln, or in a Cadillac. Never the Mercedes. And, no, I never got to drive it again!
---This brings up some questions. Along life’s highway, there are hills, curves, and FORKS IN THE ROAD. We had arrived at another fork. Turn left, or actually continue straight ahead, on our same old path. A path leading to a normal, average, and preplanned destination. Take the right fork down a wide bright highway of possible fame and fortune. A neon road with sex, surprise, and an unknown ending. Given a choice, which way would you turn? Left or right?
(Look for stories about two more black dresses and the red one)

The Dress Up Half Surprise
 

The Dress-up Half Surprise
---After turning down Joe’s offer of Dollie becoming a professional stripper, Joe insisted we dine with him that Saturday evening. Dollie was to wear that last black dress he had chosen. Remember, this dress was reasonably long----for a mini-dress. Perhaps the hemline fell between Dollie’s knees and crotch. The dress had short sleaves and the plunging neckline was sort of square across Dollie’s titties. That first Friday on stage, she was braless. Her boobs were perhaps one third exposed above that square opening.
---Before leaving Joe Whuzzit’s office, we were instructed that someone would deliver two packages later Saturday afternoon. Clothing for both of us to wear that evening. We went back to camp, after a small fast-food lunch. Some time later a biker brought two packages, as Joe had said. In one was another suit, tie, and white shirt. In the other a note, the square-necked black dress…..and a lacy black bra. I remember Dollie called it a cross between a half-cup and a shelf bra. The note instructed us to wear those clothes, including the bra, and be ready by approximately 7PM.
---Dollie had tried the bra on almost immediately, thinking it was odd Joe wanted her wearing one. Dollie’s titties sort of floated on top of that black lacy thing, looking even larger than they were. Yet both nipples were covered. She could wait no longer. Dollie put on the black dress also. It was amazing how her breasts appeared twice as large as normal! They were at least one half exposed now. Squished together and sort of ozzing over that black straight-cut top. Maybe an inch of the lacy part of the bra was showing, actually looking as if it were part of the dress. I’ve been lookin at those boobs for many years, yet couldn’t keep my eyes off them now! Trying to find words to discribe how they appeared, I can ony think of two full moons dropping over an ocean. (.)(.) This proved the old saying a gal wearing a tiny bikini looks hotter than if naked at a beach. Joe had learned a lot about sexy clothing from the strippers who worked for him!
---A year ago, Dollie wore two different dresses which left her boobs bare and bouncing, for the most part. This dress proved to attract even more attention. On the plus side, it was legal and decent----for the most part. After all, celebrities are seen on TV and in the news wearing tit poppin tops such as this.
---After we both realized we still had no idea where Dollie was headed to be displayed this evening, I got into that damned suit. We spent some time talking about last year’s embarrassments, and the possibilities of more to come. In no time, our ride arrived. A chauffeur driven big black Cadillac. Joe, me, and Dollie slid into the rear seat, her in the middle. Even her entrance and exit were uneventful because of the longer dress and the fact Dollie held it down. We exchanged small talk and Dollie was repeatedly complimented by Joe for looking OUTSTANDING. Yes, Joe made it clear what he loved that was standing out. Like me, he couldn’t stop looking, or keep his hands off.
---This night out was full of surprises. The chauffeur stopped at Joe’s larger Strip Club. We were asked to remain in the car as the chauffeur went inside briefly. He returned with a younger version of Dollie at his side. Blonde, buxom, boobies also oozing out of an identical dress! Only this dress was blue. With his choices of beautiful young women, I was constantly asking myself why Joe was now always choosing Dollie as his escort. Questions!! Joe informed us this would be my date for the evening. I should treat her as I would treat Dollie. Joe explained it would appear better if we each have a date. I’ll just call her Daisy Mae. Joe had been rubbing and fondling Dollie’s titties ever since we left the campground. Seemed like a plan to me! Daisy Mae’s boobs were smooth and firm, as large as Dollie’s. Like Dollie, Daisy Mae enjoyed the hands-on attention. In no time we were driven to the most elegant eatery we’ve ever seen. A whole lot nicer than Taco Bell or tiny G---’s Family Restaurant back home.
---As we sat there in this exquisite dining establishment, just taking in the fantastic décor, we also noticed the other dining guests. Rather than whispering nasty comments this time, even older women in furs and fancy gowns came over to our table to compliment Dollie and Daisy Mae. The place was nearly filled with mostly older couples, plus some single men, and women, alone. There were only three or four old geezers with their eye candy sex toys. You know, their nieces or nurses, as they were often called. Dollie and I were both semi-shocked seeing those skinny young things wearing tiny dresses like Dollie had worn a year ago. Tiny gals with exposed asses and small breasts, mostly slipping in and out of those dresses. Joe also noticed those gals---and our reactions, as we stared. Surprisingly, Joe began to explain why he and those wealthy old men enjoyed the company of such young and sexy gals. And why he took a likin to Dollie. Finally all the answers! ---Remembering back now, I don’t recollect anyone ordering dinner. I remember white wine being delivered, then lots of fancy dishes with red wine. It was difficult eating with so many people stopping to say kind words, and old dudes hugging MsDollie and MsDaisy. There’s still more to this Saturday evening. I’ll call it DRESSED UP COMPLETELY SURPRISED.

DRESSED UP COMPLETELY SURPRISED.
 

DRESSED UP COMPLETELY SURPRISED.[/
---Mr Joe Whuzzit had spilled his guts that Saturday evening while dining in the most upscale restaurant we’ve ever seen. I suppose we could say Joe cleaned out his closet! Also, rather than sitting watching Joe and other old men looking and touching Dollie, I had my own play toy and piece of eye candy . But, as we were leaving, we were also reminded why we don’t consume mixed drinks with funny names or wine. Struggling outside to the Cadillac and ending up back at Joe’s nicer Strip Club, was a blur. We were taken back there to drop off Daisy Mae, and have a few drinks to unwind. It didn’t take long to figure all four of us were just about as unwound as we could get! I sort of remembered four people huddled up sleeping in the back seat, two black bras hanging over the front seatbacks. And at some point the chauffeur bringing four cups of hot coffee.
---The next thing I remembered was sitting inside the tittie bar drinkin more coffee. It was actually Sunday, like 4 AM, give or take an hour! The manager, a janitor, and two strippers were still there, waiting for us to regain our composure. At Joe’s request both gals went up on stage and put on a little show. Being late, and the Club was closed, both young gals were soon naked….No pasties, no panties! Both Daisy Mae and Dollie soon joined them. Since neither was wearing anything except those dresses, both of them were also naked in no time. The act was short. We were then transported back to our RV at the campground. Bright and early Sunday afternoon we wandered back outside to sit in the shade and fresh air. A couple of bikers arrived later with two more packages and instructions. We were going out again Sunday evening! Be ready at 7 PM.

Dress Up Surprise----Many Black Dresses
 

Many Black Dresses
---We were again invited to dine with Joe the next day, Sunday. After that, we were on our own until our final Saturday evening there. Weekends were Joe’s party days and he was enjoying surprising us. Opening these clothing gifts was like Christmas to Dollie, even though she always returned the dresses later. What would this outfit be and what was Sunday’s destination?
---Relieved, my package contained black dress pants and a T-shirt. A T-shirt with a crest similar to a Coat-of-Arms and the name of a lodge. Could have been Moose, Elks, VFW. I’ll be discreet and call it Possum Lodge, in honor of my Canadian friend Red Green. Yep, Dollie, we’re going to Possum Lodge----wherever and whatever that is! At least it doesn’t seem so high fa-lootin.
---Dollie expected her newest clothing pick to be something sexy but fit for public. After all, Joe had learned that all gals are not created equal. And one size does not always fit all! So far so good, when first looking the next garment over. Lots of material this time. Or so it appeared! Dollie held up another black dress, measuring it to her body for length. Sort of a formal length thing, hem line to her ankles. But, what’s this, she wondered? From the waist upward were two straps, sort of suspenders. They started approximately 6” wide, ending up 2” wide from below her boobs on up over her shoulders and down to her waist in the back! Like suspenders, there was a cross-strap about at her shoulder blades connecting the two straps. ---Always curious how clothing will look, Dollie immediately put this one on. “Not gonna work“, she said. “No matter what kind of lodge, this won’t cover enough.” Nothing was covered except her nipples and that two inch strip of material over the center of her boobs! There were no campers at the RV’s nearby so Dollie decided to leave that thing on and check it out by walking, sitting, and moving about. Surprising both of us, her nipples remained covered. She kept repeating she wouldn’t wear that anyplace except a Strip Club. We both knew this lodge really wasn’t a small time organization.
---Dollie’s plan was to leave it on then b*tch to Joe when he arrived to pick us up. Again, we were in for another surprise. Dollie put a blouse over the revealing dress and we waited. The note had said be ready at 7 PM. Around 5 PM a long white Lincoln limo pulled up. The driver walked toward where we were sitting. Dollie asked him to have Joe come to see this dress. Dollie made it clear she wasn’t wearing it in public. Another surprise, or two! Joe was already at the lodge for a meeting. It would be over earlier than expected. We were to be there sooner than planned for entertainment and lunch.
---After seeing Dollie in that gown and listening to her b*tch and moan, the driver asked us to walk to the limo . The windows were dark and we could not see inside. When the chauffeur opened the door and Daisy Mae stepped out, we were surprised! Again, big boobed Daisy wore the same long gown with those suspender-style straps as Dollie. It was also black. My jaw dropped and my penis rose to the occasion. Most likely what would later happen to most men seeing either of these women! Dollie mentioned those first dresses from a year ago and how she lived through showing everything in upper classed night clubs. She also admitted Joe choose these dresses. She had to follow orders.
---Our chauffeur insisted we get moving. I ran into the RV and slipped into those black slacks and the red lodge T-shirt, then off we went in the long Lincoln to a destination I couldn’t find to this day. All I remember is it being a large upscale lodge along a small river. I had been preoccupied, staring at and fondling four large bare breasts. Again, getting in and out of the car was uneventful.
---A doorman informed us the meeting was over and we were there in time for the entertainment and lunch. We were greeted at the door by two more men, then taken through a large sitting-smoking room. I figured this out when I saw a few old men sitting smoking! We were lead through large wooden double doors, to a massive dining hall. As before, our eyes quickly wandered, checking who was there. Obviously this was a gentleman’s club. And a rich old man’s club to boot. Trying to remember and paint a picture of what we encountered, I’d guess there were at least 200 old dudes there. I didn’t know then. I don’t know now. This is a rough estimate. Still, the large room wasn’t crowded.
---Soon the next surprise. Although most of the old geezers appeared alone at first, we began spotting old guys with their sex kitten eye candy. Each pretty young gal was wearing the exact same black full length gown!!!!!! Eventually, perhaps two dozen girls in all. Most were those barely legal looking skinny girls with pert perky perfect breasts, mostly covered by their suspender gowns. We continued to look around, as we were introduced to various wealthy club members. I spotted numerous full-bodied women with large pendulous titties. These didn’t stay covered, for the most part, as those gals moved about. And, to my amazement and delight, there were several ladies with melon sized breasts, much larger than Daisy Mae’s and Dollie’s put together! It was also obvious that although all dresses were alike, they were sized accordingly for the figures and boobs.
---All those ittie bittie tittie’d girls appeared to be of that barely legal age. Although probably in their 20’s ! But those with more meat on their bodies were perhaps in 30’s thru late 40’s, possibly some 50’ish. More meat, more to my likin.! No matter what their shape or size, the fact each was wearing that identical long gown with small suspender style top was mind boggling!!!!! And it doesn’t take much to boggle my mind at times like those!
---Lookin back, I said 24 gals total. But at least half of them were those Barbie-Doll look-a-likes. They must have been waiting in another room until the meeting was over. With them wandering through the crowd, being passed from old man to old man, made keeping score difficult.
---Daisy and Dollie were greeted as if celebrities. Hugs, kisses, compliments….and squeezes from all corners of the room. Like the other gals, their breasts were mysteriously uncovered and fondled by most old farts during hugs and small-talk. Nearly every old guy passed large quantities of money to Dollie, Daisy, and others. It appeared the gals weren’t there for the entertainment---- they were part of the entertainment.
---The meal was a simple one. Fried chicken or fried fish, with side dishes. Sure brought back old memories of those Stag Movie nites back in Illinois! Cheap food and cheap wild women! Not so cheap here. But, what would the real entertainment be? An X-rated movie? No sooner finished eating when the answer was right in front of us. A few of the gals stepped up on a small stage, removed their gowns, and did their bump-n-grind acts. As they finished, a few more girls replaced them. Usually two gals,but sometimes four or more, naked, dancing right before our eyes. Yes, somehow we were seated with Joe Whuzzit stage front. The larger the amounts of money tossed, the more pink female parts were displayed.
---Of course, it actually got boring in time. (Maybe not!) Ya see one naked Barbie-Doll, you’ve seen em all! Dollie and Dasiy were encouraged to go on stage. Neither did! Even Joe begged them not to! But some of the other older women did. To me, the wildest act was when those two forty-something aged women with the water melon boobs danced naked together! Those humongous titties shook, jiggled, and bounced freely, as they also danced neekid….! ---The climax---in more ways than one, I’m sure----was when they fondled and worked each others’ titties. Bringing back even more old memories, several of the skinny young gals wandered throughout the dining hall, still naked, giving lap dances and letting old guys fondle their perky little breasts. The larger the wads of money held up, the more Barbie-Babies joined the crowd….and the more body parts were made accessable for wrinkled old hands! Let me just say, some of those old dudes who ate chicken had hands smelling like fish! After their acts, both of the very well endowed women, still naked, stopped at our table to say hello to Joe, Dollie, Daisy, and little ole me! Mostly Joe, I believe. I even got those four massive boobs shoved in my face, and a quick feel…! All because my lovely wife asked them to do it. Why do I love thee?
---Dollie was relieved that she was only part of the eye candy, not the entire act. A quick stop at Joe’s large tittie bar to drop off MsDaisy Mae, a few domestic beers, a chance for Dollie to flash her hooters, and a safe return to the camper. We later commented that Joe seemed to have mellowed a bit. A night we would not soon forget.

THE PRETTY RED DRESS------Surprise
 

THE PRETTY RED DRESS
---One last dress up surprise story about Joe Whuzzit. Then his confession! A week had passed. Joe was a business man and busy through the week. That also gave us a break to relax and just be happy campers. One evening after a ride, maybe Wednesday, we had stopped for a short time at Joe’s nicer Strip club. While there, we were informed by the manager that for our last Saturday Dollie would again be Joe’s escort and Daisy Mae my play toy. Joe had one more dress-up surprise planned before we left on Sunday!
---Joe had this fetish for tiny black mini-dresses. To our relief Joe realized “one size does not fit all.” The clothing he was furnishing Dollie were the same dresses his Strippers came on stage in and the other night club partners wore. Amazingly they weren’t the break-away Velcro attached type.
---We just hung around our RV that last Saturday afternoon, taking a short walk and visiting other campers. The black Caddy pulled up in front of our site. This time Joe arrived rather early…. Noonish, Dollie and I watched for Daisy Mae to step out of the Cadillac, or at least say hello from inside it. Joe told us I didn’t need an escort where we’re going. I was getting used to MsDaisy--- and her big boobies! But, I got over not driving Joe’s Mercedes. I’d get over not driving MsDaisy….more or less.
---In Joe’s hand there was another small package for Dollie. Joe wore shorts and a T-shirt. This is what I wear when camping. So I was ready to party. Joe brought a pretty red mini dress for Dollie to wear. It also covered most important body parts, sort of. All black dresses had varied in length. Each was made differently. The plunging tops all distinctly different . Yes, Dollie had to be cautious about bending and squeezing her arms wearing those black dresses. But we came to realize there were always other young girls with old geezers displaying equal amounts of fine female flesh, easing the embarrassment slightly. This time, neither of us was worried about another indecent outfit. But, as we looked at that rubber red thing, we were beginning to worry again. Dollie hurried into our RV to put the red dress on.
---Joe was good at this dress-up surprise game. We were in for other unexpected surprises this time. An odd request was made while Dollie was inside forcing herself into that thin red vinyl dress. Mr. Whuzzit asked to call Dollie Margie for today! I didn’t care what he called her, as long as we had fun. When Dollie came outside wearing that red dress, we were both pleased with the sexy lookin gal who stood before us. After a few oooh’s and aaaah’s, Joe explained to us that his wife is named Margie, and Dollie reminds him of Margie when they were much younger. Dollie felt this was creepy at first. Then realized it was a compliment. As we traveled to our destination, adding more during the day, answers were answered and things began to make sense about Joe’s desire to have Dollie as his escort. Details in another story………HA! ---The red dress was very bright in color. Seemed to be made of Condom material………with a hole for Dollie’s head. Yes, it was again short, to the point of being illegal and vulgar. Saying it was tight would be putting it mild. It looked as if someone body painted it on Dollie. This one had a deep V-plunging neckline to her waist with straps which became very narrow over each shoulder. On the plus side, it was so tight those straps remained on her shoulders. This time Joe allowed Dollie to wear a tiny bright red thong pair of panties which he also furnished. At the rear, nothing showed as the thongie part disappeared between Dollie’s cheeks. The small amount of material in front barely covered her pussy and frontal area. Still, it made Dollie feel comfortable knowing IT was covered! Half of the dress-up surprise was finished.. the dress! And the added surprise that I was now with Margie!
--- What high classed over crowded upper crust establishment would we end up in this time? Joe escorted “MARGIE” to the black Cadillac and we were off to find out. Yes, Dollie’s (Margie’s) bare ass was fully exposed, as that tiny piece of rubberized material rode upward, fighting a loosing battle with the leather car seat. But, IT remained hidden behind those ittie bittie panties!
---The Cadillac rolled though the countryside, places we’d never been. After what seemed like an hour, or more, we arrived at another tiny Strip Club. The flashing neon sign overhead said it all…. JOE’S JOINT. The place was clean and new looking. We entered to yells from the crowd---reminding me of the place on the TV show, “CHEERS.” Only they were yelling JOE, and MARGIE, not Norm! No, we’d never been there. Wherever there was! But there were some familiar bikers and other customers from some of Joe’s other strip Clubs there. Obviously they were expecting us! Hugs, handshakes, small-talk, then a table in front of the stage. Domestic beer all around. Joe knew we didn’t care for those strange mixed drinks.
---I vividly remember Dollie (Margie) yelling about the cold leather chair, as she sat down on her bare exposed ass! I mentioned about the dress straps being tight and staying where they belonged. Joe’s wandering hands rubbed Margie’s boobs. But this time he didn’t pull down her straps or pull out Margie’s titties. Joe’s friends wandered over for some more small-talk. Meaningless small talk, just to get a close up view of Margie’s titties. It was creepy the way Joe‘s friends automatically called Dollie MARGIE! (Still, Dollie seemed to be enjoying the attention .)
---The dancing gals here seemed more professional, older, ---and better built. Real women with real meat on their bodies. It seems as though we watched two or three gals do their thing on stage. Then we were off for another secret destination. Many people saying goodbye to me, Joe and saying come back soon MsMargie.
---More zig-zags through the backwoods. Another Strip Club. Another surprise! A flashing neon sign similar to the one at JOES JOINT welcomed customers. MARGIE’S PLACE in large pink and blue letters! These were the Clubs that we were told Joe owned further North. This second Club was larger, still not as big as the fancy Club back near the campground. However both of these Clubs were very bright and stages well lit from above and below with neon and colored flashing lights. Floodlights reminding me of those old WWII aircraft spotter lights. Well, maybe not that bright. But giving very good views of naked skin on lovely well endowed ladies. Again, greetings, hugs, hand shakes and free beer. Basically a repeat of the first Club. Watched several dancers dance. Watched Joe fondle Margie’s titties again. And again, he left the straps in position, keeping Margie’s nipples out of site.
---Perhaps an hour of visiting, sipping beer and watchin naked gals perform. The chauffeur came to the table and Joe said it was time to move on. So far, so good! Too good to be true! Mr. Joe Whuzzit had given us many exciting surprise days and evenings. This one was surprisingly different. The big black Cadillac again was pointed into the night. All three of us sort of reminisced about the games we shared with Joe. We repeatedly thanked Joe for all of the amazing times with him.
---Another surprise, Joe never touched Dollie as we traveled back south in the Caddy. Of all places, we ended up at that tiny Mom-n-Pop restaurant near the Biker Club, in the small town near the campground. There were only a few customers there. But, everyone, including the cook and waitress called Dollie MARGIE. Even as we visited, and ate a simple burger and fries, she was automatically referred to as Margie. Perhaps another hour passed. It was just getting dark outside as we left the restaurant.
---Joe continued his confessions, as he did during much of our free time that day and evening. We were nearly to the campground before I realized we were being taken back to our RV. The night was young. Dollie wasn’t asked to go on stage anyplace to strip. And other than having her name changed, ass exposed, her boobs mostly exposed, and fondled a bit, a non-eventful evening.--- Compared to those others with Joe Whuzzit!
---Although we’d planned to visit Joe again, and was asked to do so by him, things happened. Dollie became deathly ill. Had several surgeries. Was given her last rites. Spent many hospital stays and was bedridden for over a year afterward. For awhile, we kept in touch with some members of the biker Club.
---Two years passed. After Dollie regained her strength, we had planned on just a short motel stay to visit Mr. Joe Whuzzit. No details. But Joe had passed away during Dollies’ recuperation period. We took a drive up and visited the Bike Club briefly. Drove by those first three Strip Clubs. All were closed down, as were the others, we were told. I keep stressing have fun while you can. Even money doesn’t help when your time comes!
Rest in piece Mr. Joe Whuzzit, wherever you
are.

Finally, all the Answers
 

Finally, all the Answers
---This story has nothing to do with our dress-up surprise games, or much of anything else concerning us. It does show how fate, and luck, can play a big part in making fantasy dreams come true. So read and enjoy, or just skip to something else out of our closet.
---Back during a night out with Joe Whuzzit and my date, Daisy Mae, Joe told us his story. Rather than put this after the story “Dress-up Surprise”, I figured it would be best to tell about all our dress-up experiences and surprises first. Plus the complete story wasn’t told until the red dress date with Margie. Having concerns about how true Joe’s story was, we began asking around. This is a compilation of everything we learned.
Mr. Joe Whuzzit began his tale of why those other old rich men loved being seen in public with girls as young as granddaughters. Also he revealed how his own lust for young female companions ended up with him owning several Strip Clubs. Without even asking, we were told the rest of Joe’s story!
---I’ll just stick the part about why old dudes prefer young sexy girls over older women right here. Most of you already know. Makes them feel young and important! Their own wife has probably died, divorced, too lazy to leave the house, or looks too ugly and out of shape. (Yes, this story is politically correct) Also their wives never would dress that way no matter what they looked like.
Now on with Joe’s story. It became clear why Joe loved having Dollie as his companion. Simply put, Dollie was the wife Joe first had. Well, a duplicate of her. Joe and I were much alike. Except Joe was born wealthy. Joe loved his young wife, Margie, dressing sexy and pleasing him by flaunting and flashing anytime he asked. Yea, like me. His pretty young bride was happy to please her man by going to night clubs, Country Clubs, and trips abroad with Joe. Always dressing wild and acting wild. Then children, getting fat, and lazy. Something that often happens to beautiful young girls.
---Of course, with kids, Margie stayed home more. Joe had business associates, partners, clients, and others to entertain and show off for. He continued his visits to the upscale night Clubs and a few Country Clubs. And many trips to other Countries. Joe felt lonely and left out without his wife by his side. And he missed the attention he got when people stared and fussed over Margie.
---Joe began noticing some of his friends, and other old coots, having young, semi-clad, pretty girls with them at these affairs. Questioning some, he was told they were nurses, therapists, nieces, relatives, and even clients. Another thing Joe noticed, some of the old guys had much younger wives, after their’s passed away, or left. Joe had a wife. He needed an escort, or secretary.
---Well, Joe lived in a world beyond the streets. He had no idea where to find a pretty young female who would dress sexy, and do the things his wife used to do…those things these young ladies were doing in public with the old men. Joe asked around. An escort service was recommended by most of his old friends. He had his private secretary check into this. Joe Whuzzit soon had a list of escorts. Joe expected those escort ladies to expose themselves in the high classed wining and dining places he was used to attending with Margie. He also expected them to let other old farts fondle them in those public places, like the girls with some of those other Club members. ---After several bad experiences with hot looking escorts, Joe was told he needed a prostitute, more than an escort. Again, Joe had no idea where to look for a prostitute. This time he wasn’t about to ask his secretary to look in the Yellow Pages! He started asking younger guys at his favorite Country Clubs. He was taken to several wh*r* houses. Again, mixed reactions. Most responses were, fuck my girls here, or maybe take them to a hotel. But my girls don’t fool around in public places! Joe hired a prostitute a time or two. He even got a few different gals to attend his parties and classy eateries at times. But, eventually they told him he was a kinky old pervert and if he wasn’t looking for a piece of tail, stop coming back! More than one Madam, and several different hookers, told Joe what he needed was a stripper. They told Joe to start hitting the bars and strip joints.
---Again, the search was on. Joe found some small bars by riding around and by asking men at the restaurants and other places he hung out. No Strip clubs! Joe again began asking younger men at the Country Clubs and bars. Someone took him out into the country to one of those rundown tittie bars. At this time, there were no signs saying what the place was. It wasn’t even legal to have a strip club in the county then. Yet, there were half dozen very young girls, each working their naked asses off on stage most nights. Joe tossed money to the girls as if it were scraps of paper. The pay wasn’t much. Mostly tips from the small crowds on weekends. Several young desperate strippers began taking turns dating Joe. This thing was working out well. Being young, being poor, being amateur strippers, they’d gladly wear anything Joe suggested. And they didn’t mind sharing their tits and ass with Joe’s old friends for the tips those old geezers were handing out.. After all, the most those old guys did was rub and squeeze! This went on for several years. Joe’s wife, Margie, was aware of it. But she was relieved because Joe stopped begging her to attend those affairs with him.
---The story gets a little confusing and blurry about here. Much of what you just read… and the following, came from various sources. But most was repeated in different places. I remember the facts. But not the exact order they happened. Joe’s wife passed away. Joe spent months not leaving his office. He worked, ate, and slept there. Rumor was he only left to go to other Countries on business. When he did finally start attending parties at those upscale night Clubs, he went alone. Joe heard rumors that the Strip club had closed so decided to see for himself.
---Even before this, the County had raided and shut it down several times. It was Joe and his lawyers who bailed out the girls and paid the owner’s fines. Joe Whuzzit knew people in high places. People who turned their heads. Still, County officials had to make it look good when they received enough complaints. Joe got in touch with the owner-manager of the Club. He was through being harassed and fined. As far as he was concerned, the tittie bar was closed for good.
---Seeing a way out, the owner made Joe an offer he couldn’t refuse. Still, there was a small catch. The owner of this small bar also owned another, even more run down, maybe ten miles up the road.. It wasn’t a Strip club. It was just a hang-out bar for local rednecks. It was known for being a hotspot for fights with outsiders. Joe didn’t even drive by to look that joint over. His plan was have it torn down. Joe Whuzzit bought both bars after some wheelin and dealin of his own with County officials!
---Like I‘ve written, money talks. Joe, his money and attorneys, County Bigwigs, and deals involving loose women, soon got Joe special permits for licenses for two Bar Room-Dance Halls. Joe basically had the exteriors cleaned up and repaired. But left rustic looking. Inside both building were redone like other Strip Clubs Joe’s builders had checked out. Sounds like that was a rough job!
---Business was good. Joe had an endless supply of party gals (strippers) who would follow him anywhere---and do anything for the good pay Joe was known for. Joe bought several more Clubs just for fun. Seems he had a monopoly on Strip Clubs---I mean Dance Halls in the County!
---Along came Dollie and I with our silly Dress-up Surprise game offer. Joe always wished his wife, Margie would have been the wild dressing-acting woman Dollie was. Taking us up on our offer, Joe instantly fantasized Dollie becoming his wife. There was one problem…..ME! But even that was to Joe’s likin. Joe was amazed how Dollie and I enjoyed our games, and me letting her play them for fun. His original plans were to convince us to let Dollie go alone with him to those Clubs. But being amazed how I sat back and just let the games happen, he made me part of the games.
---Some say shit happens. Yes, and sometimes honey happens too! We used to think back. What if Dollie dumped my ass and married Joe? Instead of living in the boonies in a double-wide mobile home, we could both be looking out the upper floor windows of a condo on the beach. Just dreamin here. After all, Joe died, left his kids a fortune. We figured Dollie would have gotten part of the fortune. And she swears she would have taken me back!
---But, enough fantasizing. We could never part. We are far richer than Dollie would have been in far away Countries and that condo on the ocean. Remember, this is a true story. We could care less who disbelieves. Yes, some parts may have happened slightly different. Words and exact times may have been different.
---You and I never know what tomorrow will bring. Follow your dreams and your fantasies. Many will be dead ends. But if you don’t go down the road of life, you’ll never know what’s around the next corner.

KINKY CAMPERS
 

KINKY CAMPERS
---We continued to see our Dress-up surprise-/ Biker Buddy-/ Nudist Friend Dale. In fact we visited with him this past Bike Week 2010. We also have another Dress-up Surprise partner who lives within 25 miles of Dale. I’ll call him Al. But, for most visits with either, Dollie is already wearing teasing type clothing. Most stops to see either we’re going to or from the beach or a bike event. You could say we stop to tease. Still we have dress-up days when they tell Dollie, over the phone, what to be wearing when we arrive. Since many now know Dollie lost much weight I will add that at this time she was already much smaller…yet looking firm and sexy. Both Dale and Al noticed immediately. An optical illusion: for every pound Dollie looses, her boobs seem to grow. That was a plus for awhile.
---The only reason I mention these friends is when we last visited each, we were camped with the RV trailer on the East Coast. We had just returned to campground from visiting Dale. Dollie still dressed to tease, and hot from hands on activity. Purely by accident, nothing to do with Dollie’s ass showin shorts and nipple peekin top, I’m sure…… the middle aged bikini clad woman and her partner camped next to us became interested in our company. One thing led to another and we ended up going to the nude beach together. This couple was from out of State. Although they’d gone naked in a few semi secluded places back home, they’d never been to an official nude beach. What better way to SEE what your new friends look like! We just visited that afternoon and found out about our pasts.
---Seems as though we are a rare couple, creating actual planned sex games. This couple was into much the same. However their games were spontaneous. Usually because Millie flashed someone. Yep, she is an habitual tit flasher. Since it was too late, we’d leave early in the morning for the nude beach further South to get a parking spot. We soon learned this couple was very much like us. Into kinky games and her dressing to tease and please. Like Dollie, Millie didn’t put out! But she was playful ! So much like Dollie and I. Yea, I’ll call them Willie and Millie, from Philly! Damned I’m discreet. Millie is slim, yet well filled out. Nice boobs, hanging naturally. Willie has a medium willie, hard much of that first beach visit. Mine no longer gets up. Age and BP meds have a way to hurt old men!
---I have a big gas gusslin truck plus RV trailer. Willie a little fuel sippin car he pulls behind their motor home. Willie decided to drive to the beach. Preplanned, we all wore shorts and tank tops, that’s all. I sat up front to give directions, and because I had no leg room in that little back seat. Perhaps proving they were telling the truth, or just because,….. Millie pulled up her tank top several different times, flashing bikers beside us at a light….or pedestrians along the way. Willie and Millie were into her dressing naughty and acting the same. Yep, Millie loved showing her titties. This was gonna be a fun friendship.
---We only walked a short distance past the NUDE BEACH sign. We hated that area. It’s where voyeurs and regular dressed tourists stop to check out the weird nudists. I couldn’t walk far on the sandy beach since I was still getting my new hips broken in. As soon as we cleared the sign Dollie was neekid! After we all sat our small folding chairs in our piece of beach sand, we all were undressed. Our new friends felt comfortable in no time. They said it was so much more relaxing knowing this was legal. Like us, it was surprising how soon this felt normal and right. Spent the afternoon visiting, lookin at other nudists, even taking a short walk. I remember back when we were embarrassed when we told others we were nudists. I still say we aren’t. Just kinky perverts going naked when we can.
---Afterward, we went to a few biker style bars we knew about, then lunch at a small Pizza type bar. Everyone got a few nice peeks at Millie’s girls. She just seemed to do it naturally when somebody looked at her too long. Kept warning her that the laws were now strick about indecent exposure. At certain bars that we had been in many times, this show and tell became a contest between Dollie and Millie.
---We met some bikers we’d known for years. They rubbed and fondled Dollie’s titties as we talked. Damned bikers ! Dollie dared Millie to let them do the same. She did! They did! Damned bikers ! Yea, we had fun with these new friends. Clean sexy fun. That evening, back at the campground, talk of dress-up surprises of our past came up, among other games involving tits. It was decided I would supply Millie‘s clothing the next morning for destinations unknown. Willie would do the same for Dollie.
---We were near a beach. Millie had been wearing a small bikini when we met. I’d make this easy. I choose one of Dollie’s very tiny bikinis and we’d go to Daytona Beach and other crowded beaches in the area. Daytona Beach City has changed the laws on what’s decent and what’s not. So much for the Bikini State and freedom. Thongs are illegal and the law about what is exposed on top is still a mystery. Something about no side or under booby meat showing. The swimsuit I chose for Millie was most likely not legel. But as long as we stay on the beach and watch for Cops, we should be okay. Luckily it worked out fine.
---I caught Willie off guard. He had chosen a mini-skirt, no panties, and low blouse for Dollie. Since we were gonna take turns deciding where to take these gals, it still worked out. Willie just dug into Millie’s bikini bag for a tiny suit for Dollie. He ended up choosing one of Dollie’s because they are mostly very small cupped. We drove from beach to beach. Both gals accidentally---and purposely “accidentally” showing some bare titties. Too small of tops for those too wasn’t small enough!
---Evening came and it was Willie’s turn. I told him I liked his choice of ladies wear and picked out the same for Millie. We went in a different direction bar hoppin. We had stared at those two asses and four boobs all afternoon. Yet, they appeared more desirable in those sex clothes. Not only did Willie, Waylon, and me enjoy the sights…so did many others!
---Willie and Millie could have been inside their motor home, out riding, or even in another nearby site and we would have never met. How many other Willie and Millies were in that campground, and places we go? Why do we sometimes find the ideal people to share our games with….Other times search for months and find no one? Is it fate? Dumb luck? A God or superpower? The Devil or our special Angel? I can’t say I believe in religion as taught. Yet things in our lives have worked out when we really needed and asked for help. Several times in my life I felt a power was there to make things better. Many will say God would scorn people like us. But didn’t he, in the Bible, create Adam and Eve and make her a little kinky? Who says an intity from above doesn’t have his-her kinky side? -------- naw , it’s just a turn of fate and the fact we attract equal trash!
---Another tiny note. Our camping trip had been early this spring, 2010. We continued to dream about more games. Our bodies are old and tired. Our brains never grew up. At this time, I wonder----was that our last fantasy game come true? Was that our last ride together? I’m lookin up….asking for help, again.

Our Early Dress-up surprise games.
 

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

Early Dress-up surprise--my Turn
 

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

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

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

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

SHOE STORE GAMES AND MORE
 

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

OTHER SHOPPING TRIPS
 

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

ADULT PORN SHOPS OF THE FLORIDA KEYS .
 

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

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

Creating our Candid Camera Daleshot Truck Games
 

Creating our Candid Camera Daleshot Truck Games

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

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

TRUCK BED CANDID CAMERA DALESHOTS--How and Why
 

TRUCK BED CANDID CAMERA DALESHOTS, more new games.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GAME ONE----Too Close to Home

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

THINGS HAPPEN--
 

THINGS HAPPEN----


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daleshot---Game Five--Sex Shop
 

GAME FIVE----Sex Shop.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GAME NINE-------Mo at the park.
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.