Fruit Stand Friends MARTHA AND SAM #1
 

I had a feeling this may be another series of stories.


Fruit Stand Friends MARTHA AND SAM #1

---We’d met an older couple while at the produce stand this week. They seemed like a fun couple and said they were into playing tit games. However they never actually called them booby games before. Just said that Martha has been wearing very revealing blouses and other tops and doing some flashing for over 30 years. Made it very clear that this is the only wild things they do. Invited us to follow them home to visit and look at some photos of Martha on their computer. An invitation I couldn’t resist. Yet I did. It was a dreary rainy day and we still had things to do, like stop for Dollie to give some blood samples, pick up prescriptions that had been ready for days, fill up the thirsty truck, get our mail from the post office, and spread our fortune throughout the town. But I was smart enough to get their phone number and address!:rolleyes:
---Off we went to do our thing, or things. Got home in early afternoon and I headed straight for my toy, this damned computer. Dollie put away a few groceries and our prescriptions. Starting to look like a drug shack around here. As I caught up with friends in my computer fantasy world Dollie decided to do a load of laundry. She wanted the shirt off my back, as if she hadn’t taken that years ago! Dollie checked my pockets, reminding me I’m like a kid, putting things in pockets and her washing them. I’d just put the damned flannel shirt on at 8 AM and did nothing but sit in doctor’s offices and the truck. It wasn’t even broke in yet. She removed her latest doctor appointment card from that morning and a small piece of paper, from the shirt pocket.
--- We’d both forgotten all about Martha and Sam, the tit game couple. Now Dollie has a slight case of Dementia, a form of Alzheimer’s disease. Her short term memory causes her to forget appointments and things like that. Me, I just have so many other things on my mind I plum forgot. But I would have remembered after I finished playin on the computer.
---Another thing about Dolllie, once she gets something in her head about doing something, she bugs me till we do it! She wanted me to call Martha and Sam. “You call”, I told her, “I’m busy.” Yea right. Busy flirtin with Purdy gals on the internet and joking with the guys. She called and got Martha on the phone. “They want us to come over now to visit and look at those tittie pictures of Martha,” Dollie said. “But honey, it’s rainin and chilly outside, can’t we do it another day?” Me turnin down a chance to see nekkid titties? I must be getting old!
---I already knew I was gonna have to take her to visit these people. After 50+ years we’ve got each other figured out. Why do I put up with her? I was sittin in my Fruit-of-Looms and a sleeveless T-shirt. Dollie was still wearin her jeans and low blouse. “Gimme the phone and have her put Sam on”, I told Dollie. I got directions and told him we’d be there in 30 minutes. Sam said he’d start the grille and we could have burgers and beer if that was okay with us. Told me the grille was undercover from the drizzling rain. “Sounds good,” I said. “What should we bring?” “Nuthin,” Sam said.
---I pissed Dollie off some more. She wanted me to put my jeans on again. I have no hips and need to wear a tight belt to keep my pants up. I ain’t like those black dudes on the streets, pants on the ground. Jeans and a tight belt ain’t comfortable. I put on a pair of faded tan joggin pants. These are those el cheapo Dollar Store baggy kind that were dark brown till washed a few times. I’ll admit, they’re ugly. But comfort is what I’m after so I put them on. Yes, I was told I’m a slob. I knew that !
--- For some unknown reason known only to Dollie, she can’t wear the same thing twice in front of people. She went wandering through the house lookin for different slacks and a lower blouse. Our 30 minute being there became over an hour! I did stop at a quickie store and picked up a 12 pack of beer. Can’t go empty handed. That 12 pack would last us a week or two at home.
---Finally made it to Sam and Martha’s house. Wow! Martha is HOT. Martha is one of those tiny, sort of petite women. Found out she is 60 and Sam 63. Sam is also small built and lookin good for his age. One of those guys who is always smiling and laughing. Sam was wearing long shorts and a T-shirt. But Martha shocked us both. Her face is like a woman maybe 50’s. Definitely good lookin. But the body of a college gal! From a distance, the side, or rear, you could easily mistake her for a young woman. But Martha has tits! I’m gonna say g****fruit sized, and firm. Yes, I said firm!
---They are honest people. Found out she’s been flashin and wearing revealing tops since mid 70’s, shortly after she got a boob job. Those boobs are still perfectly shaped and erect. As much as I don’t have a hard-on often, I was erect too, when I saw Martha. She wore a black tight fitting mini dress. Not what we call a mini but above her knees. It was what Dollie calls a beach style dress, with string, or spaghetti straps. It was very V-cut and plunging below her Breasts, leaving all her cleavage in full view. Both boobs seemed to float above the top. Martha didn’t need no stinkin bra!
--- After introductions and sharing the beer, we were told that they met and married over 30 years ago when Sam first saw Martha dressed much like this. She’d already been into flashing and wearing sexy low tops, and the games continued since that first day. After all, Sam said, her titties got us together and have kept us together ever since. They did admit they’ve let other men fondle Martha’s boobs, but nothing more. Actually our original plans when we first began our unofficial booby games long ago.
---They both insisted we look at the many pictures of Martha and some of the people they’d met over the years, on their computer. An offer Dollie and I gladly accepted. So, here we were, both gals exposing most of their boobies, sitting and looking at more boobies. As close to heaven as I may ever get. But it got better. We looked at many photos of Martha in many different tops, many different places. And photos of Martha flashing in crowds.
---Then Sam opened another folder. He called it their BOOB FRIENDS folder. There were a hundred or more different men standing next to Martha or holding her boobs for pictures. They explained that Martha wears clothes much like this dress to go out to eat and shop in other towns. She often flashes from their car and while out taking walks on vacations. When they meet strangers, conversation turns to Martha’s titties and they offer men a chance to fondle them for a short photo shoot. All of this sounding familiar?
--- I don’t know who’s idea it was, his or hers, but the next thing we knew we were taking turns fondling Dollie’s and Martha’s boobs for a long photo shoot. Wouldn’t ya know, both of my digital cameras were sitting on my computer desk at home? “Next time”, they both assured us.
--- Time stood still. Probably several hours at least passed. Time to check the grille. Sam and I went out on the covered patio and had another beer, as Sam got the grill going again. Martha and Dollie came outside only long enough to bring the burgers. It was actually chilly by now and still raining. Both women had left their titties completely exposed, teasing us. After they went back inside, Sam began asking about our lives and past games. He was happy to hear that we don’t swap, yet Dollie is so willing to show and do almost everything else. I often repeated that we never really wanted to go beyond tit games like they play.
---We sat at the dinning room table, eating, drinking, and continually talking about our games of the past. Martha and Sam couldn’t get enough of our wilder games. Today was almost a fantasy dream. We’ve met other couples who’ve played tit games. Sadly those understanding and only into the tit games either live very far away, or we’ve lost contact with. Others, like our men friends on the East coast and toward Illinois, expect to see and do more, yet aren't willing to share their wives. Most wives don't even know about Dollie's games.
---I’ll admit, it’s our fault for letting the games get out of hand. We are trying to cut back on those nastier and more intimate type games. Even told friend Mo that we weren’t gonna meet him anymore at the boat landing. If we happen to meet at the Big Box, a little fondling and peeking will have to do. It really isn’t as much fun after the surprise is gone.
---Today was a surprise meeting with new friends Sam and Martha, and the surprises continued. Sam mentioned that later, after Martha trusts us more, perhaps Dollie can teach her to wear micro-mini skirts without panties and show her pussy. Martha giggled. Where’s this going ? ;)

Martha and Sam #2
 

Martha and Sam #2 Stories as they happen, when they happen.


---"Hello, I am Sam. Denny showed me his private group and said we will be in some of his stories. I look forward to reading them later. We recently met Denny and Dollie at a produce stand. They are much like us, loving to dress our wives in very revealing tops and teasing strangers. We've been doing this for over 35 years and didn't even consider it as games. Never met anyone quiet like these two. So fun and easy to get along with. After showing them our tit pictures of Martha, we are here in their home to look at Dolle's booby collection. The gals are getting ready to surprise us and I feel this will be an afternoon to remember."


---This is a first. I am writing this story shortly after it happened and have the okay from the new friends we met to make this happen. Hope you enjoy the story as much as Sam, Marth, Dollie, and I had becoming friends.

---Today, March 2, 2012 we had no plans. The phone rang around noon. It was new friend Sam. Sam was wanting to know when we had some free time. They were anxious to look at our tittie pictures of Dollie on my computer and hear more about our Dale games, as Sam called them. Our Daleshot games and Dollie showing her pussy seemed to be things our new friends were interested in. They’d admitted that doing this, or Martha wearing anything even very short, never entered their minds. After all, they had fun dressing her in revealing tops and showing her boobs. Been doing this over 35 years.
---They’d never seen another woman show her pussy. Who would do such a thing and why? As they both said, we don’t share Martha’s c*nt for sex and we’d be afraid she’d get fucked. But after hearing a few of our adventures they realized that Martha didn’t have to have intercourse with men just because she shows her pussy to them. And it really did sound like fun.
---By luck we have no doctor appointments till the 8th. It’s hell when we have to plan our lives around doctor visits and tests. I told Sam all we were gonna do was run into town for mail, milk, and prescriptions, maybe a few groceries. “When ya want to come over?” Our cell phones sound almost like speaker phones. Dollie could hear Sam talking. “How about this afternoon,” Sam asked. Dollie said it sounded like fun. So plans were made for our second meeting with Martha and Sam. I told Sam we’ll be here all day then.
---I was wearin shorts and another sleeveless shirt. I’m dressed! Dollie began jumpin around asking what she should wear. Of course, being helpful, like I am, I said “ wear nothing ”. I will not repeat what that mean woman said! After some time, she came out of one of the back bedrooms wearing a button down top, one of those game tops, and a micro mini skirt. This was that jean material skirt with the zipper up the front. I peeked. Nothing else!
Martha and Sam would be here in less than an hour. I’d told Sam Dollie would toss a frozen pizza in the oven but he told us not to. Said he’d get one from a pizza joint on the way. So, again, a free meal and good company. Dollie made a jug of fresh iced tea and had soda on hand.
---Sam and Martha arrived at our house and we ate the pizza while it was hot. My computer is at a large desk right in the living room. I put it there so I could be with Dollie and my internet friends at the same time. Sometimes she thinks I love all of you more than her! We drug dining room chairs in front of my desk. I was showing Sam my bike site profile and a few other sites while the women cleared the table and tidied up.
---Martha was wearing a very low blouse. Seems, much like Dollie, she wears these often. But she was also wearing tight fittin jeans. Don’t know who’s idea it was, believe it was Martha, they disappeared into a bedroom as Sam and I played on my computer. In awhile they reappeared. Martha had on one of Dollie’s micro mini skirts. Being tiny, she had to wear a belt to keep it up. Like on Dollie, it barely covered her ass and crotch. Like me with Dollie earlier, Sam peeked. He was shocked. No panties. But Sam seemed to love it. Loved it so much he lifted Martha’s skirt and showed Dollie and I Martha’s ass and sn*tch. Things were moving along rather quickly here!
---In fact, so quickly Sam asked Martha to turn back to us and bend over. Martha’s pussy spread open wide. He said something like “ is this one of those Dale games?” “Daleshot”, I reminded him. “Named after our friend Dale.” We’d already told about the story at the nude beach. To be fair I asked Dollie to give Martha and Sam her famous Daleshot. She did! In fact both women gave us a few duel Daleshots. Yep, things were moving right along. You just can’t plan things like these!
---I let Martha sit in my computer chair and the rest of us on either side. Both women on their bare asses, tits hangin out. We spent several hours looking at our bike event photos and those from the Florida Keys and New Orleans. Altho we have 1000’s of these, sadly all of my old photos and the really kinky Daleshot and finger game photos were burned when I thought I was gonna leave this world. We still worry about too many nasty photos being discovered by our kids.
---Martha and Sam were happy with the pictures of flashing and us having fun on vacations. But they still seemed more interested in those Daleshots and Dollie being masturbated by a few friends. I could see where this was going. At least I was hoping and fantasizing. Yea it did! The next hour was spent with the women showing us their pussys in various positions and spread pink views. This led to comments and compliments by Martha and Sam about lookin awfully hot and juicy. Of course we responded with likewise responses . We really didn’t expect this to happen. But a duel finger fucking session seemed to happen without warning or invitation. Maybe Sam asked. Maybe I did too. Then again, maybe our fingers just began wandering.
---We stopped for a soda break, some laughing, and more talk about our Daleshots and games like this with others. Both agreed, it was fun and harmless. They were amazed that neither was embarrassed or ashamed. And Sam admitted Martha’s pussy was still as good as new!
Handshakes and hugs…. after washing our hands, then goodbyes. We walked them to their car and promised to do this again.

Story #3 Sam and Martha , our special friends
 

Sam and Martha , our special friends


-------- Last time we saw Sam and Martha was late May when we were planning our summer vacation. We were on our way home from the Big City then. Dollie was dressed fairly sexy. When I suggested stopping to visit our kinky friends Dollie was eager to do so. One call and we were welcome to stop by. On the phone I mentioned some fun and games. It was okay with Sam. And by the giggling in the background it was okay with Martha! We visited like normal friends, had a soda or tea, then swapped and shared both women for several hours of touchy feely ,and finger pokey fun!
---This couple was originally into flashing only. But we’ve convinced them that swapping for everything except intercourse can be exciting. Didn’t take us long to prove it. This is the first couple near enough to visit anytime we all have the spare time . In fact, we’ve never had a couple to share our games for more than a weekend, except our two new couples back in Illinois. All of these friends understand Dollie’s no fuck rules. All are happy with it except Joe and Mary in Illinois. They really want to fuck and be fucked. But our rule is okay with them.
--- Meeting Sam and Martha by accident at Fannie’s fruit stand that first time was one of the greatest things to happen in awhile. Every time we’ve gotten together with Martha and Sam has been great.

---Back to Sam and Martha.---- November 5th 2012.
--- Can’t explain just why Sam or Martha never called us after vacation or we didn’t call them. Caused us to wonder and worry. While writing these summer 2012 notes I remembered them and called . Martha answered, glad to hear from us. Dollie and I talked on the phone to each of them for some time. Like us, they just haven’t been getting out much and haven’t been real interested in sexual activities. Yes, we are that way too. It’s only when dressed to play games and usually away from home we’ve been messing around lately. Old age does strange things to the body and the mind.
---We discussed who’d visit who. We were again invited over to their house for spaghetti and our normal sex games. We’d recently had spaghetti at neighbor Bob and Junes. But the closest we got to sex was watching a weird movie called TEETH. Not the greatest but sure different and with adult content. Let’s just say the female star had teeth in her pussy and I wouldn’t want to make her mad during sex. See how I get off topic?
---We met at Martha and Sam’s on the way back from my eye doctor visit on Nov 5th. Martha was dressed very seductively. I wanted to fuck that woman! Damned rules! As we ate, I told briefly about the spaghetti dinner and movie we saw with our other friends. Both Sam and I said we were gonna have to make sure we didn’t upset the women tonight and would have to look closely for large pointed teeth .
----Nothing really to report except the spaghetti, the pussy and tits were all good ! They’re coming over next week for tacos while Sam and I play with the women’s tacos! It’s great to have good friends who share common interests. Anything to get us out of the house.
--Of course, our visit was a lot more exciting than this report. But when we do the same things with the same people it’s difficult to make the stories sound exciting. I’ll only add that Taco night was fun also! Yes, we've gotten together a few times a year the past few years for more of our basic touchie feellie games and we keep in contact over the phone and emails.

----Since joining this OCC Dollie has been getting turned on by a lot of the photos and comments. She's especially interested in the topic about wives in bondage with several men having sex. Also very similar pictures turned her on in groups of men and one woman. She actually slipped up and mentioned group sex with her and a bunch of men would be fun. :D
--- I heard her and Martha talking about this! When I later questioned Dollie I was totally surprised. Things may soon change in what games those two old women play. All Sam and I need are a few more horny men.:eek:

FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS
 

FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS

--- Like many of my stories, I remember them while writing another. This time, as I wrote a gas station story for my Candid Camera Daleshot series, many stories of the past at gas stations flashed through my head. Actually they were gas station flashing games that I began remembering. They started out as simple tit flashing games while making fuel stops. As our Daleshots and other games got wilder, so did our gas station flashing games. After all, Dollie was usually wearing something revealing and probably had already flashed before stopping at a gas station.
----Back in our younger days, filling stations were full service. An attendant filled the tank, washed the windows, checked under the hood, etc. As I wrote in another story, Dollie found out from me about other women flashing me at the gas station where I worked part time. Even back then, she thought this sounded like fun.
----I will start out with the very first time I remember Dollie showing her tits at a gas station. Then I will jump to that Candid Camera story which reminded me of the other stories to come. You will soon see what began as an innocent accident became another wild game for over 50+ years.
----After jumping from that first brief story to the game played just a few days ago, I will randomly add more gas station games from the past. After all, I spent a lot of time filling vehicles, from a motorcycle, old cars, a motor home, and others. Cum along as we evolved.

VIRGIN DOLLIE----The Gas Station Accident
----Around home I usually filled my 1949 Dodge at the same Shell gas station I remember as a little kid. Mom and Dad went to the Shell station down the street from our house and got gas and oil from a redheaded guy named Frate. As little kids my brother and I watched the little colored balls bouncing inside the clear site window on the pumps. A railroad track was behind the small gas station. On the other side of the track was a Chrysler dealership. Next to it the hospital, the place I was hatched.
----Today you’d never know it. Even the tracks and the road are gone. The hospital expanded and covers the entire square block. Not sure when, but Frate has also been long gone. Still don’t know why they called him Frate or how it was spelled. (Freight?) As I age, I realize doing what we did and showing what we showed doesn’t really matter. Time erases everything.
----Sometime in 1956---Frate was the station owner and several guys in their 30’s-40’s worked there part time. They all knew me and my brother as the snot nosed kids in the back seat. I was now 17. I had my own very first car and my own very first girlfriend, 15 year old Dollie. We hadn’t dated too long. About as far as I’d gotten was having her pull her tits out and me fondling them. We both liked that. Liked it so much I’d play with them as we rode around.
----Pulled into Frate’s Shell station to get some gas in the Dodge. Mike, the young attendant, walked up as I was holding one of Dollie’s boobs and the other was exposed, shinin in the sunlight. Not sure who noticed first, me, Dollie, or Mike. We were both embarrassed, as Dollie slipped her boobs into her blouse. Mike laughed. Dollie looked upset. After we left Dollie mentioned Mike staring at her tits. I told her I was sorry. We began laughing about it and I eventually had her boobs out again, cruising through town. All games have toi start somewhere.

Flashing Fun at Filling Stations Part 2
 

PART TWO---Not so Accidental
----After that, there were many more accidental tit flashes at the drive-inn movie and other places. They eventually became not so accidental. We both seemed to enjoy showing Dollie’s little titties as much as we loved me playing with them. But each time I stopped at the Shell station, we made sure Dollie’s titties were hidden.
----Frate and his helpers often teased us. Frate would ask if my parents knew what I do when I’m with my girlfriend. I begged them to keep quiet. Frate was my dad’s age but ornery. One day, before going to pick up Dollie I had stopped to fill my tank. Frate told me that someday I need to stop in while Dollie’s boobs are out. He said girls do it all the time. I’m thinking Mike or one of the other guys also begged for a peek other times. Dollie always giggled when I told her this.
----We’d been riding around one pretty weekend afternoon, me fondling Dollie’s boobs. She’d been wearing a tiny halter top, but removed it. We were near Frate’s gas station. I saw Frate outside, alone. To be ornery, I told Dollie that the windshield is dirty, I need to stop at the Shell station and have it cleaned. (It wasn't dirty) Dollie grabbed her top. I told her she didn’t need that, let’s tease Frate. She probably hadn’t had time to say much, or put her halter top on, I pulled in near the tiny gas station office. Frate was nearby. He saw Dollie’s titties immediately and complimented her on her fine set. (A ** year old kid) I asked Frate if I could get the windshield washed. Let me tell you, Frate did a fine job of cleaning the windshield on my 49 Dodge!
---It became normal, stopping for gas, and showing Dollie’s titties to the guys at the Shell station! In warm weather she usually wore a halter or bikini top, other times a low blouse or tank top. Her tits were rarely completely exposed. But often enough out to make the attendants smile. That Dodge had the cleanest windows in town.

Who knew this was only the beginning of FLASHING FUN AT FILLING STATIONS ?

Filling Station Flashing History
 

FROM FIRST DATES TO FIRST FIVE YEARS, FILLING STATION FUN.

---I will now try to evolve forward from our first dates with Dollie showing a lot of boob and flashing at filling stations over 50 years. I’ll only hit on a few of different types so it will not be too boring.
--- Even when not totally baring her boobs, gas station attendants got some good looks at her young titties. Friends who worked at other gas stations, and a few peeks I got, plus talk from Frate and his helpers, convinced us many other girls showed their titties too. Both Dollie and I enjoyed this so continued.
--- There are several stories telling about our live-in girlfriends for much of our first five years of marriage, while owning our first tiny home. Dollie and her school mates would have started from seventeen to mid twenties. Me two years older. Charlotte, Mary, Sue, and others helped train Dollie to dress wearing revealing clothing. Since Charlotte, Dollie’s sister, and a few others each lived with us at different times, one would often be with us as we rode around. My little Dodge had a full bench seat. I drove, Dollie and Charlotte, or Mary, sat next to me. There were times when Dollie and two other young girls rode up front. We were all thin and seemed to squish into the front seat.
--- As far as I remember, they all wore hot pants or mini skirts in warmer weather. This was late 50’s-60’s, the mini skirt period. I don’t remember any girls or women wearing jeans or other long pants back then. Mini skirts or short shorts and high heels were typical.
---For the first few years I do remember Dollie started wearing little panties. Charlotte and Mary rarely did. Still, I don’t recall any of them showing their little beavers at the gas stations. The two different cars I had were my 1949 Dodge then a 1954 Ford, both 2-door cars.
---Anyway, for several years, Frate and his gas attendants enjoyed my pulling in for gas with Dollie and one or two of those gals. Usually Charlotte or Mary would flash as I got the windows washed. This caused Dollie to also flash. This little game went on for much of our first five years of marriage at many local gas stations and other places.
---I don't remember when it happened, but the hospital bought the recently deserted railroad property and all of the nearby land with Frate's gas station, homes and other businesses. Frate moved into another small gas station about six blocks south. This was closer to where we now lived.
---Dollie loved pushing her two wheeled shopping cart to the nearby grocery store, donut shop, laundromat, and other places. She continued to wear her hot pants or mini skirts and mildly low tops. I found out Frate loved watching her walk by and would often flirt with Dollie.
---I was working my full time day job plus at a gas station across town. Therefore I was not fueling up with Frate as much as before. Seems as though he missed Dollie and the girls showing tittie when we used to stop in. Just for orneryness I would buy gas from Frate a few times a month to show Dollie's and our girlfriend's titties off.
---We had lied and told our parents Dollie was pregnant so we could marry young. It was 14 months later before we had our first son. We often got away, leaving him with Dollie’s mom or one of our live in girlfriends. Other times, he was in the back seat of the car. Having built in babysitters helped give us time to play games.
---As we grew up, we bought a larger home and had another baby boy. I figured out how this happened and our daughter came much later. Dollie’s friends also married. We kept in touch, but now we lived more like a real married couple. The booby showin gas station games continued whenever the kids weren’t with us. 50+ years later and they still do!
We used to worry about people talking. Seems like everyone but us and a few others are long gone now. So why worry?

---------GASSIN UP THE MOTORCYCLE & MOTORHOME.
 

---------GASSIN UP THE MOTORCYCLE.

--- Not long after moving into our larger house Jan 1964, I wanted a large bike too. Got the old 1950 Panhead Harley in 1965 at the same time I bought the 1965 Mustang fastback. Both black. I rode to work around 12 miles away, nearly year around in central Illinos. We kept that bike and rode together into the 90’s. Many rebuilds, and many miles of memories. Never wanted a newer bike. It was never fast or real smooth. But it was dependable and just seemed like part of us. But motorcycles need gas too!
---Dollie wore hot pants, jeans, even mini skirts when riding. For a top, same things she’d wear in the car or on foot. In the right mood, she’d wear a micro mini skirt. In an even better mood, she’d go without panties. Impossible to NOT show her ass and spread pussy when getting on and off that way! But with care, she could do it without being seen.
--- With the right moves, she could expose one or both titties while riding or while gassing up. Showing tit at a gas station was much more fun and easier than in a car. And rather than a few gas station attendants getting a look, an entire parking lot, plus those in the station, may see boobs. There were often bikers and non bikers lookin at our bike, (?) as I fueled up. We see these different threads here with thousands of gals showing everything. Back when Dollie did it we figured she was the only one. It's things we rarely saw except at bike events. Rarely took pictures because there weren't many to show them to.
These bike tit games also continued till I stopped riding and sold the motorcycle to move to Florida. At that time, and recently---“gonna get another bike soon!” As you know, shit happens and we still don’t have one.

FUELING THE MOTORHOME RV

---We had some unique experiences while fueling up the large class A motor home. There are already stories in the closet about games using our motor home. With it’s large wrap around windows, it was the ideal display area for tit games. Since it had two 40 gallon fuel tanks, it took considerable time for even a partial fill-up.
Depending on whether the kids were with us, and what Dollie wore, these fuel stop games were simply showing a bunch of cleavage, one tit accidentally slipping out, or totally nude during a long fill up. Many of these games were played from 1978 when we bought it to 1994, the last time it was used when moving to Florida.
For us, our entire lives together has been one big game of exhibition. If dressed to play, and willing, nearly anything can be shown nearly anyplace. Using common sense, determination, and watching for kids and cops, games can be played to look accidental or on purpose for fun.

Gettin Gas and Showin Ass
 

ANTIQUE CARS AND STREET RODS
---When driving vehicles that appear differently, such as our old 1931 Model A coupe, the 1926 Model T touring, 1933 Chevy, 1939 Ford coupe, several 1955 Chevys, the 1957 Chevy, and our different sports cars, including a bright orange Vette, we’ve already gotten your attention. Even the motor home was customized, Monte Carlo square quad head lites, custom grille, and even fender skirts, and had a MODEL T logo and picture on the rear tire cover.
---With Dollie wearing her normal sexy looking clothing, flashing and showing off becomes simple anyplace we stop. As soon as I pulled up to the pumps in our little Austin Healey Sprite, the old MG, or any of those above vehicles we seemed to draw a crowd. Getting in and out of most of those vehicles was quite an adventure while wearing a mini skirt without panties. Of course Dollie wasn't trying to hide her pussy, rather trying to show it.
---We’ve both forgotten most of the thousands of tit, ass, and pussy showing games we’ve played in thousands of gas stations all over the Midwest and south. Maybe it was wrong. But I can still see thousands of smiling faces, as we pulled away from the pumps. It also makes me wonder, with sadness, how many of those people are dead and gone today?
Keep in mind in those pictures, no panties, no bra, and large crowds. Top two cars are ours.

Well this wasn't such an exciting topic. Hopefully I have others buried in our closet.

We Ain't Dead yet
 

Part one of some of our later times after retiring.


---We live not far from a college town where there is often ample amounts of other feminine flesh exposed. Micro-mini skirts, Daisy Duke butt cheek showin shorts, and low tops of every type on every size and aged female are to be seen. Some tops are of the nipple showing variety.
---Our oldest son, 51, came down to Florida from Illinois for a week to help his ole man rip up carpet and lay some tile. He arrived early Monday morning.

OMG! With kids that old we're too damned old to belong to a porn site devoted to sex games. So we've been told. Many people have told my wife that women over 40 don't dress the way she does. We've come to the conclusion that if men over 40 look it must be okay to show off. And men from 18 to 100+ have told Dollie they'd like to suck on her titties and fuck her pussy....and other things.
---We've gone in many caves while on vacations. When we see it written in stone on cave walls Dollie will dress more like a little old lady! As the title says WE AIN'T DEAD YET.

---We tore the carpet out of the dining room, laid plywood on dining and kitchen floors, got the tile down and lookin good…..all by Wednesday evening. Oldest son had just laid wood laminate flooring in three large rooms of his Illinois home and was anxious to show me the finer points in doing it. Our plan was to just start the living room area. I’m old, but not stupid. I took advantage of the situation.
---Off we went to the Big City again, Dollie, our youngest and oldest sons, and I. Again, titties were exposed at every stop and every turn. Temperatures again hitting over 90 degrees may have helped. Boobs of every size, color, and age were bouncing, jiggling, oozing out. Nipples freely peeped out of some shelf-bra cupped low blouses and from tops of braless cuties with what appeared to be surgically enhanced perky breasts. Others ran freely from halter tops and other skimpy outfits. The son from Illinois commented that now he knows why dad lives in Florida.
---All of this to get to Dollie’s latest outing after the kids went home. Actually I will take the blame for initiating what went down. I had an upcoming doctor appointment to have my hips checked out in the Big City. It’s been over a year now since I got both new hips. Been wearing them out walking and bending down redoing our flooring at home. Time for Doc to make sure they are okay. But, I digress.
---I reminded Dollie of all the tit shots we got when in the Big City with our boys. Jokingly I told her she needs to outdo all of those other gals we’d seen when we go back alone. This meant wearing something that lets her nipples slip out now and then. Her first response was “no way.“ But for her, matters such as this are no joke and she was soon trying to decide what to wear. It was to be a surprise for me on the day that my doctor visit was scheduled.
---My doctor’s office is very cold plus Dollie wasn’t about to show her tits in the waiting room and office. She’d wear a sweater there. One of those old surprise dress up games ! I planned to go back to the large Home Improvement store for some more supplies to finish the living room floor, then to one of the places where we’d seen a lot of the various boobies, for lunch. Yes, I know that it would be rare to find any of the same gals. But this doesn’t matter. There are sure to be several tit showing females around town, even though the weather has cooled down.
---Days have been sunny and temperatures near eighty . So chances are good for some late Summer exposure from the lusty ladies of the City. I figured if all went well we’d go other places just to show her off. Tomorrow we will find out. Tomorrow came. Dollie was up and dressed before I got up. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a vee-necked blouse…. with a bra. Perhaps 1/4th of her boobs was peeping out, along with some nice cleavage. Pretty, but not what I expected. When I asked she told me she’d forgotten today was the tit showin day in the Big City. And, unexpectedly, Dollie refused to change. She said she didn’t feel like being a sex object today. No amount of begging or insisting made her change. Yes plans are made…plans are changed,… in the real world.
--- Knowing I was disappointed, Dollie later pulled the blouse down farther and tucked it into her jeans. Lookin much better. But still didn’t show her birdie tattoo or enough tit for my plans. She said “ this is what I’m wearing.” Long ago, we both agreed Dollie was always free to make the final decisions when playing our kinky games. On the drive over to my doctor, her blouse untucked and was much higher again. I said nothing more.
--- Sitting there in the waiting room and patient room, Dollie had very little boob exposed, and I mentioned this. Actually I mentioned that there were two other women in the waiting room with much more tit exposed than she has. I believe her answer was “so !” Not in a particularly sexy mood today. I got in to get X-rays and see the doctor with little waiting. Summer 2010, got a good report. Don’t go back for another year as long as I am doing fine. (Recently went back Nov 2011. Doc says hips are good for at least 20 years.)
---Dollie, being a female, has mood swings and often does things to surprise me. She was tugging and pulling her blouse farther down as we walked down the side walk to our truck. Standing at the truck, in the parking lot, she pulled each tittie out of her bra and on top of it. This made a great difference. At least half of each boob was now exposed, showing a hint of her nipples, more when getting into the truck. Made me smile.
---Sadly, on the short drive to the Home Improvement store, she began complaining about this hurting her neck and being uncomfortable. I was loving the look. But didn’t want her suffering. So I told her to slip those things back into her bra. She did. I parked down front at the Home Improvement Center and got out. Dollie remained in the truck. Again, she tucked the blouse as far as possible into her tight fittin jeans. Both nipples were out, as she messed with her top. I believe she would have left it this way had it not rode up some. As she stepped out, perhaps 1/3rd boob exposure remained.
--- Dollie was now showing at least as much tittie as 50% of the gals we’d seen those times before. And considering hers are larger than many, more actual flesh was exposed. She did attract a lot of attention in the Home Improvement store as her boobs quivered when walking. Even bent over a few times to let them hang out more, exposing her tattoo to a few. Didn’t expose her nipples. Didn’t out do those few who did before. But still made the ole man…and others happy for the view. I suppose because the weather early in the morning was a bit chilly, and it was now only around 75 degrees, not many other gals were displaying their mammary glands. Maybe three showing cleavage in the Home Center, a few walking in parking lots with partial boobs in view, and a nice tit shot with large boobs oozing out of a vee-necked top similar to Dollie’s, while eating lunch. Still not a bad day playing tit games in the Big City.
It really isn’t expected of women over 40 or so to expose their boobies. So we’ve been told. I believe comments such as these causes her to hesitate about showing so much and acting sexy now. These games are harmless and fun. For the most part legal. Accidents can happen anytime. I write stories trying to encourage you younger gals, and your partners, to take advantage of your youth and have some kinky fun. Soon you'll be over 40!

We Ain't Dead yet Game two
 

Second Chance Booby Dare (.)(.)
---Over a month had passed and I was finally finished with the kitchen-dining and living room floors. Yes, I work slowly. But we did other things during that time too.I figured we should return the extra tile, laminate flooring, and other spare parts to the Home Improvement Store. It was they who told me to buy extra and return what was not needed. Nice people to deal with.
---I told MsDollie that she had another chance to fulfill my tit showin fantasy in the Big City. I caught her in a kinky sexy mood. She agreed this time! The weather was nice so she wore tight jeans and a very revealing red blouse. This was one of those tops that she could untuck and have only a little bit of boob exposed. Or tuck into her jeans far enough to expose her nipples. Dollie settled on wearing it with just a hint of nipple peeking out the top lace. This left both birds of her birdie tattoo fully exposed. I was happy and she was happy.
---After returning the extra materials, I received a voucher rather than cash. I decided to see what else I couldn’t live without. Bought a small gas chainsaw and an electric hedge trimmer large enough to cut down small trees. Picked up plumbing supplies to finally install our new bathroom vanity, some tools, and still have money left on the voucher. Dollie did me proud, bending over the shelves and the shopping cart. Most of the time her nipples slid out and sometimes both titties completely. Especially when she jiggled around a bit. She’d wait until standing back up to slip them back inside that red top, leaving a hint of nipples exposed. Needless to say, we seemed to get extra assistance in finding things we needed.
--- This was the shopping adventure I had expected last trip. Still, it wasn’t over. I had parked right across from the main store entrance in full view of anyone nearby. I let Dollie unload the small items from the shopping cart into the truck topper, after I removed the saw and trimmer. To help her, I put my hand on her left shoulder just long enough to slip the small strap down. Her left boob, and birdie tattoo was fully exposed to several employees and customers. A young black clerk who was watching, walked over to help Dollie unload the cart. This put his face within inches of that bare breast….and the other, which soon slipped out too. Dollie pretended not to notice. It was after standing and thanking the store clerk that I mentioned that she should cover her boobs. The only comment the clerk made was about her nice tattoo.
---From there, we drove a short distance to the same pizza buffet we’d taken our boys on the last trip to the Big City. Surprised to see two different young women with very low tit showin tops on in there. Dollie blended right in and got lots of attention.
---After a stop at some electronic stores, not to buy, just to show off, we headed home. Now that’s my idea of a tit showin fantsy game! Just goes to show ya that women are temperamental critters who can surprise and amaze us at anytime.:)

We Ain't Dead yet Game#3
 

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


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

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

We Ain't Dead yet #4 QUICKIE SAMPLES
 

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

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

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

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

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


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

We Ain't Dead Yet #5
 

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

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

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

We Ain't Dead yet #6---Or Are We?
 

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

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

We Ain't Dead Yet #7
 

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

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

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

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

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

We Ain't Dead yet #8
 

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

We Ain't Dead yet #9
 

NEW YEARS EVE WITH DAVE AND TRACY

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

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

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

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

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

We Ain't Dead yet #12 ---Camping
 

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

----------------------------------------------------------Our old motorhome

Still Ain't Dead yet # 13 THE MAMMOGRAM
 

THE MAMMOGRAM

---Wednesday, March 30th, 2011 MsDollie had an appointment for a Mammogram in the nearby big city. A serious thing and no plans for any kind of fun and games. Loving those tight fittin sweaters she’d bought while on our recent camping trip, Dollie wore one of those and another pair of fancy tight fittin jeans. (Lord have mercy, baby’s got her blue jeans on.)
---This woman has clothes! Since she wasn’t sure about any other tests, Dollie wore a pair of bikini panties. Still no bra. Rarely she wears one. And only for extra push-up with certain tops. (Think Vickie’s Secret) Got to office an hour early. Had to gas up the gas drinkin truck and wasn’t sure where the doctor’s office was. She ended up getting right in for her test.
--- Dollie, like other women, loves compliments. Right off, two nurses questioned her being in the patient waiting room. They reviewed Dollie’s paperwork, noticing and mentioning a 70 year old woman being there. Both nurses, 50 years old, told Dollie she looked younger and in better shape than they were. What every older woman wants to hear! It got better. Nurses asked Dollie to remove her bra and sweater for the mammogram. Dollie said she wasn’t wearing any bra, as she removed her sweater. Dollie said they both said “Oh shit.” and complimented her about her large well shaped boobs.
---Of course, now Dollie’s tittie birdie tattoos were in full view also. The natural question when ya see a tattoo on anyone….”Ya got anymore?” Dollie told them where her tats were. Most often when she mentions her honeybees on her honey pot people are baffled. Even nurses! “What’s a honey pot?” they ask. Dollie showed all her tattoos to those two nurses and another who they asked to come in to look. All three women nurses said they had to go home and tell their husbands they learned what a honey pot is!
---This serious medical procedure turned into a kinky sex show. How many women, any age, can get a mammogram and have fun? Dollie did complain later that her titties hurt from being squished in the machine. We just hope the results are okay again. This little story continues. Since it was early and a large Mall is nearby, I suggested we walk through the Mall for exercise and to girl watch. I parked in an un-crowded safe place near the Sears store.
---Dollie was going to change into something sexy. Dollie loves showing her titties. But had nothing in the truck really low cut. For some reason she had removed all of her back-up sex clothes for our recent camping trip. We have a quad cab and had made room to haul two or three passengers whle camped.
---All she found was a flesh colored very shear blouse with some sort of pattern of tan colored small leaf like marks scattered over it. Up close or in sun and bright lights, her boobs showed like she was nude. But at a distance and low light only her nipples and tattoos were noticeable. Even then, to those who didn’t know it, this seemed like a color pattern on the blouse.
---This Mall is known for its dress code. This is a college town and young girls do get a little daring at times. Maybe some old ones too! We both figured that we’d just lie if security stopped her. We have met other women who wore transparent tops who didn’t even notice until getting in brighter lights. Playing dumb is a great back-up.
---We didn’t get in trouble. Didn’t even see any cops or security guards. Altho, we know there are leventy seven surveillance cameras around. Probably got her while changing in the parking lot. Did get lots of stares and great compliments again. Also the girl watching was productive. Mini skirts and high heals, lots of cleavage and some meat exposed from time to time. Gotta love those shopping Malls.
---It was about lunch time and I had eaten breakfast hours ago. Long Johns is not far away and we like some of their special platters. Dollie asked “should I change my top? It’s awfully bright in there.” I reminded her of the last time we stopped at that very Long Johns. She wore a very low cut top and had men moving closer to watch Dollie eat. We enjoyed that show so why not do it again? Yep, the employees, male and female, had a fit staring and talking after we ordered then moved to a table to eat. So did the noon time customers, who seemed to have problems eating. Taking people’s minds off their job and everyday worries. What could be wrong with that?
---Still feeling run down from a recent cold, we decided to head back toward home. A trip to a doctor for a mammogram became another fun day in the lives of two boob lovers at play. I reminded Dollie to restock her sex clothes in the truck for another day out. Ya never know when or where the urge may come. Remember what I always say….dress to play. That’s the only way it’s gonna happen.

We Aint' Dead Yet #14---PEOPLE WATCHIN WOES
 

---PEOPLE WATCHIN WOES

-------------------We never get tired of people watchin or being watched by people. Admit it, you are a people watcher too.
---An afternoon ride and chance to check out a few quaint old timey taverns and shops reminded me of how our lives have changed. Recently we stopped at another small bar in a small town not far away. Love livin in NW Florida where small towns are everywhere. Small town bars and restaurants almost always seem to have friendly locals, and a few tourists, all willing to visit and be watched. Some may not appreciate being watched, or even know they are.
---MsDollie seems to frequently be among those being watched also. As the paparazzi say, when in public we are public domain. To be people watched one must do something outstanding, or in some way look outstanding. When looking for an apple in a bushel basket, it’s that one apple, redder, larger, or shaped differently than the rest, that you notice…. or even choose. I’m not saying Dollie is a rotten apple. Just one that often stands out.
---As digital cameras, small camcorders….and those ever present cell phones with cameras built in…… became more and more popular MsDollie began getting pissed off by their use. Wearing revealing clothing and flashing in the past has always been fun. And for the most part, simply something done just for the moment. Now those moments may live forever through the power of digital technology and computers.This can be both bad and good, whether you are a good or bad apple!
--- No longer can she, or you, flash in a secluded area, or nearly anywhere, without the chance of having it forever on record. With so many things like Facebook, Flickr, porn and motorcycle sites, etc. to post pictures, you may end up being viewed by grandma across town, or strangers in paradise…. even in Taiwan. OCC couldn't have happened several years ago. We were born too soon!
---Cum with me…. Come along as I give a few samples of Dollie’s dilemma, or Dollie’s woes, while out and about.
--- We weren’t far from home after 8-10 days of Bike Week Daytona a few years ago. Dollie was still wearing a very sexy revealing leather bustier and hot pants. Same thing she’d worn around 1000’s of people during the bike event. Didn’t seem to bother her then. Shouldn’t bother her now! We stopped in a fairly large grocery store to pick up milk, bread, and other supplies to tide us over till we could go shopping later that week. Neither of us even thought about what Dollie was wearing. She wasn’t all that different than a few other shoppers headed home from Bike Week. . Other than the fact none of them showed much more than a hint of cleavage.
---As we often do, we swapped event stories with some bikers as we wandered up and down the isles of the grocery store. As others often do, they made a fuss over what Dollie wore and her exposed mammary glands. This is where the shiny red apple syndrome kicked in. Talking, posing, acting kinky, all attracted the attention of other shoppers. Dollie was both doing things outstanding and looking outstanding in the crowd of basically fat sloppy dressed modern day grocery getters.
---Surprisingly people began making phone calls. I’m sure a few were actually calling others. But the angle most phones were being held seemed to hint of photography rather than talkin. Making it even more obvious, a few women had their kids standing behind or next to Dollie…..as they took pictures of the kids! Yea right!!!! At least that’s what they said when Dollie asked why they were taking her pictures without permission. Oh, she was pissed!
--- I had to remind her later that when dressed that way, she has to expect stares….and now spontaneous photo shoots. It’s progress. I also told her she should take these as compliments. But compliments are not what she gave them. Can’t believe that a few of those fat asses didn’t start a fight. Yes, they are most often fat ugly women looking like ex-boxers dressed like clowns. Am I politically correct?
---This happened many years ago. Dollie still gets upset when people sneak pictures with those cell phones. At least before they used real cameras. And usually people were nice enough to ask to take pictures. All she wants them to do is ask. Then she’d probably whip a tittie out for their photo. (.)
---These sneak cell phone photo shoots have been happening since we moved to Florida, over twenty years now. Dollie still gets pissed when people do it on the sly and then lie about it. As the world and technology have evolved, us humans have digressed, reverting more and more to the slime we came from. Now Dollie is beginning to look at these sneaky phone photo opportunities as another way to show off. Sometimes we even see them as people watching challenges, watching people watching…and photographing us.
--- The funniest parts are hearing the excuses and stories those amateur paparazzi tell. Most times it’s “ I was taking a picture of my kid, or statue, etc.” Or “I was calling a friend.” Ya see some of the oddest positions to hold phones when talking or calling someone. I believe you are normally supposed to hold it near your mouth and ear.
--- Bike Events, nude beaches, and biker bars were places we rarely saw cameras in the past. Moving to Florida and attending many bike events and biker bars, this changed. I believe mostly because with the new small digital cameras, taking pictures in dimly lighted bars, and on the street, got easier. Even I bought a digital camera and soon found out taking bar room babe photos could be fun.
--- I began this story mentioning stopping at a few small town taverns and restaurants just recently. I also mentioned Dollie seems to often stand out in a crowd.. of one or many. Something about that small-town tavern invited us to check it out. Perhaps I’d read about it someplace, someone told me of the place, or karma was calling. Dollie was wearing tight jeans and a slightly V-cut blouse. Nothing really outstanding.
---I believe what caught the attention of the few biker’s inside were Dollie’s boobs jiggling and shakin back and forth as she walked across the floor to sit at the bar. No bra and gravity cause this phenomena. It was howdy and hello by half dozen customers and one lovely lady barmaid.
---Everyone except the 40 something bartender was around our ages. Old! After getting our normal draft beer apiece, random conversation began. I have no idea what those guys were doing or talkin about before we got there. But things like the weather, motorcycles, tattoos, …and boobs were now discussed. The weather outside was a beautiful warm Florida afternoon. Motorcycles were parked just outside the door, one for each guy now sitting on bar stools. Both Dollie and I mentioned how we liked certain bikes and the silver trike sitting there.
----- The bar babe had a nice rack, push-up bra causing them to be emerging from her ruffled scooped blouse. Dollie’s were now peeking ever so slightly from the V of her V-necked top, as she leaned on the bar. As our bartender bent over and sat my glass of beer in front of me, I complimented her on her bodacious boobies. In unison, she and most of the six or so bikers likewise complimented Dollie on her endowment. Well, they said something like “nice tits.” This left only tattoos to discuss.
--- One of the observant bikers noticed a small part of one of Dollie’s tittie tats showing tween her cleavage. As he asked about it, Dollie began asking about their tattoos. Since all of the bikers, and the bar babe, had easy to see tattoos of their own, this became the new main topic of discussion. “What other tattoos do you have?” Dollie asked the gal behind the bar. The only tat we could see was a small Unicorn on the side of her neck. MsBartender pulled her blouse down carefully showing us a bit of tit and a rose upon the top part of said tit. Said she also has another rose on her left butt cheek. Dollie mentioned that she does too. At that time neither showed their butt roses.
---Tattoo talk buzzed back and forth. Several bikers opened their shirts showing us full back and chest tattoo work. Dollie got kinky. She knows of a few male friends with tattoos on their privates. She asked if any had some on their Pricks. None did….Or would at least admit they did.
---I told them how Dollie had wanted tattoos for 30 or 40 years and finally got a few last year. Also told how they never hurt her and she wants more. It was only a matter of time now. They all wanted to know what and where Dollie was tattooed. Of course, then they wanted to see for themselves. As bribery, or to get her drunk, a few more beers appeared in front of us. Little did anyone in there know, Dollie was going to show them her tattoos anyway. You knew that!
---Since her V-necked top was too tight to pull a tittie out the top, Dollie pulled her blouse up above her boobs, exposing both titties and both tittie tats. Almost in disbelief that this old woman was braless and had tattoos on her breasts, comments and compliments flowed like cheap wine.
---I’m almost sure none of these old dudes were doctors or tattoo artists. But they were all studying Dollie’s bird tattoos closely. At least I think those were what they were studying. I do recollect several comments about those large luscious breasts of hers and how firm they appeared. I also remember Dollie inviting them to go ahead and touch if they want. Yea…they wanted to! Started out innocently enough with a few rubbing her tattoos. Then her nipples. Then her entire breasts. Then squeezing, as if checking fruit to see if it’s fresh.
---Don’t remember how long this touchy feely continued. Dollie seemed to be enjoying it as much as those horny old biker dudes. May have been the first boobs they’ve actually seen bare and up close in years. May have been the first they’d felt in awhile too, by the way they thanked us both and fondled Dollie‘s boobs.
---But, this is supposed to be about cell phone cameras. During this game of tit feeling, one biker got a phone call. He told his friend over the phone what was happening at the tavern. Of course, as old farts do, his friend didn’t believe him . Thought the old coot was drunk or dreamin. He actually asked us if he could take a few pictures to prove he wasn’t wacko. Yes, he asked permission. Dollie and I both thought this was a rather kinky opportunity so didn’t hesitate to let his friend take some more pictures as he posed with Dollie.
---I do believe there is no one left in this world without a cell phone camera capable…except us! Ours is just a phone. And my two digital cameras were out in the truck. Most everyone in the bar asked and began taking tit pictures of Dollie. Nearly each biker had someone else take pictures as he posed and fondled Dollie’s titties. Even the bar babe did.
---Another biker came in during this photo shoot and was amazed by what he saw. Said he’d been coming there many years and had never seen more than a few gals flash in all that time. Those guys didn’t forget about Dollie’s butt rose tattoo or the others she mentioned. But wearing jeans makes showing those tattoos difficult and embarrassing. Still, Dollie loves showing her new tattoos. She unhooked her jeans and those bikers were in for another surprise. Dollie rarely wears panties. For some reason her not wearing underwear shocks and surprises most people. I guess because she is now older and supposed to be a lady.
--- First, she only pulled her jeans down enough to show her belly button wreath. Then farther down in back to reveal her butt cheek rose. Saving the best and kinkiest for last, Dollie carefully lowered her jeans to show all five honeybee tattoos above her honey pot. Again pictures were taken with those stinkin cell phones. But, at times like this, Dollie enjoys those phone cams. Made the tit game more fun, and they did ask.
---From the tavern we drove a short distance to a small diner. As we ordered a light lunch a few of those bikers walked in. There had been only a few other older men in there along with the old dude behind the counter who owned the place. We invited the bikers to join us, which they did. Dollie’s tattoos and tits soon became the topic of conversation again. The bikers over emphasized the size of Dollie’s titties, making them sound humongous. The perverted old guys who’d been sitting on stools at the counter wanted to see Dollie’s birdies. They gathered around the table where we sat.
--- I mentioned that the owner may not like her exposing her breasts in the restaurant. Just the opposite. He said he’d also like to see Dollie’s bird tattoos. He’d never seen anything like that before. As you now know. Dollie loves showing off her birds and her boobs. Without hesitation, she stood and pulled that V-necked blouse up to her neck again. Also, without asking, cell cams began shooting pictures of Dollie’s bare boobs. Proving she was enjoying her photo session, Dollie squeezed her tits, bent over, and shook them, as many cell phone cameras took aim. It was over in minutes. We then ate, talked about tit games, and said our goodbyes.
--- A productive afternoon of unplanned booby games. I often write and tell people that to play these games, you have to dress for them. Normally it helps. But, as you see, it is not always a requirement. Many years ago, games like these took hours of planning and waiting just to hopefully make them happen. The nice thing about that recent afternoon, it was a surprise event for us also.
--- For 50+ years I and others have taken tittie pictures of Dollie. Up till recently most had always asked permission. By now Dollie doesn’t mind having her pictures taken with those cell phone cameras, or any other type camera. She’s even gotten used to those sneak shot photographers. Although she does sometimes chew them out for not asking. Usually getting those same answers… “I was making a phone call“. Or “I was taking a picture of my dog“, etc.
Just when I think we have played our last booby game, another one happens. For nearly 60 years we've also wondered where all of those pictures others took are. Sure wished some would show up here on OCC.

An old Story about Mo
 

------THE BIG BOX STORE PERVERT RETURNS--
(Happened today May 27th. 2011 at 3PM)

I wasn't going to tell this little story. But Dollie is rethinking her life and how little time we have left. She's already talked to our friends Sam and Martha who live near. But she still needs several more men to complete her fantasy. It involves those threads about a wife in bondage.... and one woman with several men. She accidentally spoke out loud saying that looked like fun with one woman being penetrated in all three holes plus other activity. She's never done even one of those things with others. Together we looked at many pictures and she got excited. Will it happen? Maybe I should show her more pictures.
---Anyway that's why I added the Martha and Sam stories and am adding this old Mo story. It gives you readers a peak into our past with these friends. Mo is the only other player living reasonably close we trust. Somewhere we'll find at least two more men. Dollie says Martha can be her leaning post to give her courage to go on.
Cum along as you learn more about Mo.

--- It first happened in Mid-September 2010 at our local Big Box parking lot. We sometimes looked for Mr. Pervert, our mini skirt peeking friend, when we returned to shop. Dollie even occasionally wore a micro mini minus panties and a low top to tease and please our temporary kinky partner. Rare for our own hometown.
--- But, by this time we had forgotten about him and forgot what he looked like or drove. After all, it was purely by accident that we first met, and the odds were not good that we'd see him again. We'd gotten a late start going to town on this Friday morning, May 27th. 2011. It was noon before we left the house. By the time we got our mail, meds at the drug store, had lunch, and Dollie shopped at the Box, it was nearly 3PM.
--- As is often the case, I dropped her off at the door to the Big Box and parked near the garden center area. Not a good location for girl watchin. Nope, not even any goofy lookin subjects to laugh at under my breath. The thermometer in the truck was hangin around 96+ degrees and I was in the sun on asphalt. None of this was makin me feel any better! About thirty minutes had passed and Dollie assured me she only needed a few things........... Good for anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours!
--- Around 50' away a guy waved and yelled hello, as he wheeled his shopping cart my way. Slightly familiar, but couldn't really place where I knew him. Called me by name and asked how MsDollie was. I kinda sorta thought he might be Mr Pervert, the mini skirt peekin man. When I asked, he laughed and said he was..is! Basic greetings, questions, and a review letting him know we still play our kinky games. Like it was planned, Dollie came walking up to the truck carrying only a few small bags of things she couldn't live without.
---Often when going to town to shop, pick up mail, and have lunch, Dollie dresses conservatively. Maybe not what a great granny would wear, but nothing outstanding. This time a pair of blue jean shorts. Probably shorter than most older women. But not cheek showin or anything really sexy. For a top, just a plain highnecked blouse, braless of course. Not the items to flash or draw attention.
--- After a brief chat with Mr. Pervert Dollie walked around to the passenger side of the truck and got in. Happy to say she remembered our new temporary pervert friend. If you remember from the original story, he never actually saw anything except some booby cleavage and her butt cheeks that time in September 2010. But he remembered Dollie and remembered about our games. This time there was nothing exposed. No chance for fun and sexy games!
---For some reason, games have had a twist of fate in recent years. Games we planned and waited to perform for hours, just seem to happen now. We had no games planned today and Dollie was not dressed to show even a small amount of cleavage or butt cheek. As Mr. Pervert stood next to the driver's door, looking in, we talked about our recent past. This, of course, included mention of Dollie's new tattoos! As I've written many times in these closet capers, getting those tattoos was for the purpose of showing Dollie's titties. As you see from my stories, it works! But tattoos are like those familier tatter chips, ya can't have just one!
---Showing her booby tats is usually easy. Parts of them are often already showing from her top. But this was a hightop and the only way to show those tattoos, which are at her upper breasts, is to pull her blouse all the way up from the bottom. No sooner did our perverted friend ask to see Dollie's birdie tats, did she pull that blouse up to her neck, exposing both boobs and all her birdie tattoos! Mr. Pervert has a name. I'll shorten it and call him Mo from here on. Mo loved Dollie's tats. Dollie's tits. Dollie's tit tats, and he said so! But Dollie had mentioned her butt rose and mentioned something about bees on her honeypot!
---These large store parking lots have serveilance cameras, often on light poles and on the roof. I was checkin and double checkin the nearby light poles. By luck, I had parked in a fairly secluded area where the only light pole seemed to be camera free and at an angle that should have been safe. (?) Also, as long as Dollie remained seated, the truck was a natural shield from anyone walking past.
---Mo repeatedly asked to see a few of Dollie's honeybee tattoos. Those shorts were tight and awkward to pull down or open for viewing of her pubic area. But those tattoos are even farther down than just her fuzz zone. Again, Dollie loves showing her tattoos and it was her that pulled her shorts down, exposing at least three of the five bees near her honeypot. In the past, I asked, even begged, Dollie to play games and show private parts. This sometimes caused arguements, especially later. Since Dollie now enjoys our games, and is far wilder than in the past, I just stand by and enjoy her surprises.
---Mo, still lookin in the driver side window, began counting bees. He said he could only see three! Dollie was raising up above the windows, working her tight shorts still lower. I was begging her to be careful who and what she was showing. I pointed to the nearby light pole and mentioned cameras. I also told Mo that he could see much better on the other side of the truck.
--- Mo didn't hesitate to push his shopping cart around to the side where Dollie sat. This game got exciting about then. Mo knew about our special friends and our games. Without asking he began rubbing Dollie's birdie tattoos. Actually that's all he did as far as tit fondling. Mo began touching each bee tat one by one, counting them. Still only three were exposed. All this time Dollie was rasing up and working her shorts below her crotch, attempting to bare all five honeybee tattoos.
---Still feeling bees and counting, Mo's other hand disappeared into Dollie's shorts, between her legs. His hand was in motion. It was obvious what Mo was doing to Dollie. She was smiling. Now Mo was touching and looking at the other two bee tattoos and rubbing Dollie's pubic area... and below! His other hand was still moving as one finger wiggled up and down. I couldn't see where it was because the shorts were still covering Dollie slghtly. But I was sure what was happening. Mo never asked to play. He just knew he could.
---I mentioned that we wanted one more bee even lower and to the left. Mo wanted to see where that would have been. Mo stopped playing. Dollie eventually got her shorts all the way down below her knees. I asked Dollie to spread her legs, as I pointed to the area between her pussy and left leg. Mo was lookin closely. Dollie's pussy was tightly sealed. But it didn't stop Mo from slipping a finger partially in and masturbating Dollie again. I still couldn't see how much finger Mo had inserted because those shorts made it impossible for Dollie to spread her legs.
--- Surprising us both, Mo didn't play with Dollie's pussy long. When he stopped Dollie raised up, showing Mo the rose on her butt cheek. Again, Dollie was above windshield level and making me nervous. We soon discovered that Mo was much like our old friend and playmate Dale. Without asking, Mo opened the truck door and stood partially inside, out of view of anyone near. His truck happened to be the next one on that side. I never knew this till Mo left.
---This was where I had parked before, in September. And where Mo apparently usually parks. With this information, plans were made to meet again next Friday. No eight month's wait next time! But, I am keeping you in suspense. At this time, Dollie and I were also in suspense. I just figured Mo wanted to have an easier angle to play with Dollie's pussy by standing inside the opened door. Wrong! Mo, without asking or hesitation, unhooked his pants and pulled his erection out. His uncircumsized medium cock was already dripping. He was very close to Dollie and gently stroking himself. Again Dollie shocked and amazed me. She reached out and began masturbating Mo. Mo was now draining considerably and I warned Dollie to be careful where she aimed that thing.Dollie stopped playing. Mo took over and began stroking himself fast. He was grinnin and moaning, telling Dollie she really turned him on. Within minutes Mo was ejaculating onto his hands.
--- This all happening right in the middle of a busy parking lot on a hot Friday afternoon. Lucky there was no one behind the truck watching. Even though nobody could actually see Mo's front, it wouldn't take a rocket scientest to figure what was happening. And there is that constant worry about seveilance cameras. Dollie to the rescue. We keep a box of tissues between the two front seats.... to blow noses on. Dollie gave Mo several, and then several more, to clean up his mess. Mo thanked us both, made arrangements to meet again, and realized he had ice cream in his shopping cart, in the hot sun, in 90+ temps , in a hot asphalt parking lot!
---We had no plans to play games. Not even dressed to show skin. Me not feeling real perky. Yet we had as wild a time as possible in another unplanned fantasy game........ By the way, I felt real good on the way home! We both laughed, talked about what had just happened, and Dollie agreed it is another Closet Cleaning story that will never be buried in the closet. After all, here it is, written the same day. (Well it was.)
--- In case you are wondering, Dollie told me that Mo only had his finger in to about the first knuckle! It's the thought that counts. Still turnin perverts on at her age!
---As you may have read, we met Mo off and on until recently for even more fingering games. Like most of Dollie's special friends, Mo is always wanting to butt fuck or fuck Dollie. Mo even came to the house a little over a year ago to put a new power transformer in my old computer. A perfect gentlemen.
-----With Dollie making plans to be one of those single women with a group of men, she needs Mo and his small prick. He won't last more than a few minutes, tops!
---Yet, she's never been fucked by anyone else in her life! Should I thank OCC or stop letting her look at those posts?


----------Who in their right mind would fuck, butt fuck, and get sucked by a 73 year old woman while her husband helps? Sam. Mo, and Dale would.

BOOB MAGNETS
 

--- I decided to add this note in several places to help clear up questions about our memory. ---Now it’s all like a dream. Forgotten until Dollie began cleaning out our real closet, finding the grey metal lock box filled with notes, rough drafts of letters, copies of mailed letters, and unopened returned letters.
----Way before computer, my special friends and our new kinky Pen Pals wanted to hear our stories. The “Pen Pals” were couples I’d met thru those want adds looking for love and fun times. I’d narrowed it down to a few like-minded tit game partners within 300 miles. I’ve been hand printing these stories since the early 60’s on a yellow notepad with pen, often while sitting in the yard sunbathing, first in Illinois, then in Florida.
---Dollie had found a lot of these rough copies and was ready to throw them out when I decided to start what was later to be called CLOSET CLEANING. It began on an old bike site, then others, as each faded and died out. Recently, in another grey small metal box, she found the latest, long forgotten stories. With this information, and memories returning, I wrote even more stories. What was hidden in those metal storage boxes, the vehicles and RV’s we drove, and our memories, all but exact words have been recreated.

BOOB MAGNETS.

----Men and women are attracted by female breasts. Big or small, doesn’t seem to matter. Altho like a real magnet, the larger the boob the more they attract.
----A magnet is something metal with an electrical field which attracts, draws, or pulls closer other metal objects. This is a positive magnet. Yes, there are also negative magnets. And I do suppose some boobs will repel people. Of course, in the case of boob magnets, the woman who has them must be reasonably well built, have a nice disposition, and display the boobs properly.
----For a long time, I accused MsDollie of having boob magnets. I will write some stories explaining this phenomina. This is also the place for you members to add your very own boob magnet stories.
---We, as mature members(?) , already know how this boob magnetism thing works. We see boobs in pictures and we have to check em out. Yes, I saw you lookin…..! Oh yes, there are other body parts, on men and women, that are magnets. Some could be called pole magnets! That could lead to even more stories of attraction. But this is about boobs as magnets.
---A sample boob magnet story. But first, more boring details leading up to where, what, and why.
Once upon a time,....... last week, I got a compliment on a local business review site I am on. It is a small site, altho it is also in many other cities and even other Countries. Most members seem to be food critiques, writing short reviews about small restaurants, even fast food joints. There are reviews on beauty shops, motels, and just about any business locals go to. I am far from a connoisseur of fine foods and I haven’t been to a beauty shop or pet store lately. I accidentally wandered to the site when writing a review for, of all things, a strip joint. Yea, a bare-all tittie bar! Before you laugh, it is also a truck stop with a restaurant. Fine dining at it’s finest!
-------To write the tittie bar review I had to join the group site in my area. To spread my wisdom and expertise around, I answered and commented on a few other reviews from time to time. Seems as though I wrote several more updated reviews about the strip club as time passed. I expected replies and offers to meet sometime at the strip club. Two couples thanked me and actually went to the club with my recommendations. Two other women told me how they really wanted to check out the club, but were too bashful. A few guys mentioned going but that was as much interest as I received personally. I was told by several members that they enjoyed my review. Still, I was disappointed. It would be fun to meet a few couples, or men, at the Club just to compare our opinions….and stare at naked young women.

--BOOB MAGNETS #1
---More than a year had passed. A man living not more than 100 miles away commented on the review. Actually his comments turned to Dollie and her boobs. Those magnets at work! His first replies were basically normal “thank you’s” and compliments, with hint of “Nice titties” thrown in.
You’d have to see my plain avatar for the site to wonder why his next letters evolved to all out interest in Dollie’s boobies. So much so that we exchanged emails and went on from there. I don’t trust some of those sites when it comes to private messages. As our correspondence progressed we made plans for meeting and showing Mr X Dollie’s Boob magnets.
---He actually drives within a mile of our home several times a year as he travels north. Seems to be an intelligent, friendly, polite person. Still, at my senile old age, I have learned to not trust anyone. Not even you! Plans were soon rescheduled to meet when we can all get together---at the nudie Club. Yep, another new friend just because of my---Dollie’s boob magnets. I have many real booby magnet stories to add later on. Where are yours? This new friend has since joined my Closet Cleaning group. He has read this and many other stories. He's still a friend so I must be doing something right. Or Dollie's magnets are still polorized!
---To me our half century or more of boob games have been just good clean fun. You can keep it clean, making them look like accidents. Or fondle them and make the game kinky, dirty, exciting, and fun. You can even share your boobs and make the games even wilder. All women have boobs. Why hide them when most adults enjoy them so much?

Boob Magnets--A short story
 

After glancing over several boob magnet stories I notice most of what's in them is already in other stories. So this will be the only Boob magnet story here. B(.)(.)B

---I had another eye doctor appointment in the big city 50 miles east of home. Dollie was in an ornery mood. She first put on a black blouse which was high in the front and very low scooped in the back. Again, no bra. I teased her saying she had it on backward. Of course she had to explain it wasn't and would be way too low turned around. Still joking I said it would look just right. In a few minutes Dollie came back out into the living room with the blouse turned around. It didn't look bad after all. It was low cut but not showing her nipples. Both tittie birds were over half exposed and I liked it. After some debate she decided if I liked it she'd wear it that way.
-----I told Dollie to pull it up some when going in to my eye doctor's office then tuck it in to be very low after we left. It was still showing some booby and cleavage, but reasonable. She didn't know my plans. This was gonna be a dress up surprise game. We had to pass a very large Mall to get to the doctor. I decided we would walk thru the Mall afterward. Always young college gals and other women dressed sexy wandering around the Mall.Yea there were.
--------I had to ask Dollie several times, as I parked, to pull her blouse down very low and tuck it into her jeans. After she got out of the truck, I reminded her it still wasn't low enough. A little b*tchin but she finally got it down to just above both nipples. Both tattoos were out. Just the short walk across the driveway in the parking lot, she was already getting honked at, hollered at, and waved to. We entered at Sears garden center. I don't need a new riding mower but was attracted to several very expensive new models. Damned, I've bought nice cars cheaper!
--- Several salesmen saw us +++Dollie's titties+++ and came over quickly. As they stared, I explained I already had a new mower and was just looking. I really don't think they heard me. They were magnetised! We wandered thru Sears ladies intimate wear. Dollie had to look at sexy Christmas undies. There was a nice lookin red bra with white fluffy trim across the tops of the cups. Her size. Dollie took one and went to the changing room to try it on. WOW! It fit great. Ask a half dozen other old geezers and a few young guys what they thought, as she opened the changing room door to show me. She didn't buy any lingerie but had fun trying on several other lacy bras and stepping out to show me---and others with their tongues hangin out. Yep, boob magnets at work!
-------On into the main Mall and our walk, I was pleased to see several young pairs of partially exposed breasts and hot pants. Florida in winter is a great place. I was being magnetised toward titties and others were being magnetised toward Dollie's. Sounds like a fair trade.
------ Two men in their 50's or maybe early 60's stopped us to compliment Dollie and I, and her tits. Sort of half hidden next to a wide column holding up the Mall, Dollie got kinky and squeezed her arms together when they mentioned wanting to see more. This squishes her boobs upward and mostly out of her lower tops. The two men thanked Dollie. One mentioned something about wanting to kiss them. ------She was now in an ornery mood. Using both hands, she squeezed them up out of her blouse and kissed one of her nipples. It took seconds but those two men and several others were thrilled. Yep, right in a brightly lit large shopping Mall. Later, several more men walked very closely by to stare, as we continued our loop around the Mall.
---This Mall is built so it is possible to walk all the way around a large central area with shops on both sides, and back to a courtyard. As many nice tit shots as I got, only one other younger gal had a lot of tittie floating on her half-cupped bra. She told Dollie how she loved her blouse. We complimented her on lookin nice and being brave enough to wear such a revealing top. I got to do some close up starin at two young exposed boobies.
----It still amazes me how many women and men love and stare at Dollie's boobs. Always worry about being stopped by security. But so far, the few we've seen just look and smile. We do know there are servelience cameras everywhere. Except for Dollie's silly display kissin her bare nipple, the few other times her boobies were completely exposed were purely accidental. Sort of! Both when a few middle aged guys were starring. Amazing how an accident can happen while wearing a very low loose blouse and bending down to adjust a shoe!
------The 50 mile ride back to our little town was again uneventful. We stopped at our favorite BBQ joint for lunch. One of the gals working there is very pretty and almost always has ample boob floating out of her push up bra and scooped blouse. I sort of notice this, even with one good eye. You place your order then take a seat at a table. It's very rustic with a redneck theme.
-------Dollie's titties were rolled up and out of her blouse even more, as she sat there. I was teasing her. Just as Dollie squeezed her arms together, exposing both nipples and both birdie tats, the pretty waitress brought our sodas. She laughed and mentioned she loved Dollie's birds. She'd seen only the edges of the wings when we were there in the past. The gal also complimented Dollie on her large nipples. When the waitress returned with our BBQ samwiches, the manager was with her. Both asked to see Dollie's partially exposed bird tats. Hell, he was the owner! Dollie pulled her blouse down below her titties and layed those things on the table! I don't think they expected to see any more than the bird tattoos and Dollie's upper breasts. I thought those people were gonna die laughing and bragging on Dollie!
-------As sometimes happens, this game of show and tell wasn't over yet. The manager returned with the male cook and another waitress, begging to see Dollie's tit tats too! Guess I should mention, even though it was 12:30PM no one else was in there. Two women had just left. Making it even safer, there is a bell above the entrance door which rings when entering. Perfect tit showing situation.

After fuck !
 

After fuck !

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LOVERS LANE----------A new series of Stories
 

In America, at least in the Midwest where we were raised, places to park and make out were called lovers lanes. For the most part this would be what other countries now call dogging. The big differences were we would be parked alone only for sex between ourselves, not an audience. For many it was only simple cuddling, hugging, and kissing. When a guy was lucky, fondling and intercourse came later.
---We were shy teenagers just learning about sex. The dogging type of doing it for the enjoyment of others and sometimes sharing came even later.

Lovers Lane #1
----------------In our area of the mid west we knew of three lovers lanes. I’m sure there were more little semi used roads, even in our county, that kids parked on for making out. I do know we had intercourse on many other little rural dirt roads over the years when the urge came! I’ll keep each of these three stories separate and try to tell a little about our lives growing up almost 60 years ago.
---But first a little information about those lovers lanes in general. Although all three were different lengths and the terrain was different, each was a narrow gravel road between two parallel blacktopped county roads. (Asphalt, sometimes known as oil and chip)
Other than horny kids in cars and pick up trucks apparently only a few locals drove down these bumpy gravel covered roads. Only one lane had a home along it. That was one nice house on a sharp curve at one end of lovers lane #2.

Lovers Lane #1
 

--- Cum along as we travel back in time to our first lovers lane. I’d known about lovers lane #1 probably since middle school but without a car never went down it until after I started dating. My first real girlfriend and I learned about making love at the drive-inn movies, as many teenaged kids did back in the 50’s and 60’s. Once we got the taste of sex we were addicted. (No not literally tasting it yet then.)
For us it was mid 1956. We normally only went to the drive-inn movies every other weekend, mostly Saturday nite. It was there we’d have intercourse off and on for three hours or more during the movies. We’d sneak a mid week quickie at the city park or any large parking lot when we could. By parking in the open and never totally undressing we had time to get dressed and sit up. But it was always a gamble and we needed more than a few minutes to fuck.
----By this time I’d been fucking little Dollie for at least four months at the drive in movies. But there and anywhere else we were never naked. I pulled my pants down, Dollie pulled her mini skirt up, her titties were exposed, and we fucked. We could be dressed in seconds.
Finally we go to Lovers Lane.
-----I really don’t know how I remembered about the most popular lovers lane, actually within 5-6 miles of my parents home. I just remember sometime in the early Fall of 1956 we were riding around and I was soon driving down this narrow hilly and winding gravel road in the country. I’m not even sure that I knew we were on lovers lane until I passed a few cars with other teenagers mostly sitting in the back seats. Some were just pulled off the dirt road in wide spots. Others were backed into short clearings much like drive ways. None was really hidden yet off the lane maybe two or three car lengths.
I should point out that in our county the land was mostly flat or gentle rolling hills of farm land. (Sections of states are divided into counties) But both sides of lovers lane were rugged small rocky cliffs and gulley’s with wooded areas all along it.
----I continued to the end where it met the other blacktopped county road. I’m guessing the road was about three miles from end to end, maybe four. With all of the hills and curves I’m not sure. I turned the car around and decided to park in one of the vacant little drive ways. I was lucky to find a place off the road far enough that the back of my little Dodge was partially hidden with under brush and small trees. We just sat there in the front seat cuddling and watching an occasional car go by. Maybe 30 minutes passed, we climbed in the back seat. It was over in five minutes then we left. Wham bam thank you ma’am, pumped her full of semen and we drove off.
---We didn’t have time to go to that lovers lane through the week. On some weekends during daylight and evenings when we didn’t go to the drive-in movie we’d spend time at lovers lane. We soon had it all figured out. Occasionally a County police car patrolled the road now and then during the day, more often on weekends. It scared us at first because we were both minors. By this time we’d visited with other young couples and were told the cops were just checking for trouble.
----We also found this out first hand one Saturday afternoon. We were in the habit of stopping at a drive in diner to pick up a cheap dinner box and some sodas, or Dollie would pack a small lunch. We’d sit in the car or on a rock or log and just relax, watching others drive by.
By now a County cop had passed and waved as we sat in the back seat several different days. We’d always wave back as he slowed then drove by. If it were after dark they would flash their spotlight and we were told by others to flip our headlights on and off to show we were okay. The police were actually only checking for the safety of us kids. Life was different back then!
----- I guess on this Saturday afternoon we were too busy eating or messing around to notice the waving policeman. Lucky for us we were dressed and actually eating lunch in the back seat. We hadn’t noticed until the young cop, standing next to my car, said something like “excuse me is everything okay?” He explained there had been a few ra--pes and robberies in the past and they were only spot checking. I also believe it was then he reminded us we were minors and if we did any more than cuddling we could be arrested. I also seem to remember him giggling and saying something like “make sure the pretty little lady gives you permission if things get heated.” Or words similar.
---We’d fuck on lovers lane longer each time we parked there. Always in a position where at least one of us could see a police car passing. Actually this rarely happened. It just seemed like they were always there. No one else bothered us on lovers lane.

---We married in the fall of 1957. From sometime in 1956 until then we’d use lovers lane #1 as often as we could. Even for ten years or more after we were married we’d spend some quality time there for special anniversaries, after parties, or on or way home from our nude swimming adventures. We’d also stop for sex just to be alone since we had at least one female room mate those first 5 or 6 years. Sounds funny. But it was good to only have my wife to satisfy. ------Partly what brought up these memories was just one year ago we were back in Illinois visiting old friends who still live a few miles from the original lovers lane. Sonny brought it up as we talked about the road near them finally being widened to a four lane truck bypass to avoid the city. Plans that I remember for at least 40 years. That road is where the southern end of lovers lane stopped. Sonny said it’s been closed because eventually the new four lane will tie into the interstate north east of town. Coincidentally that is near where Dollie used to live.
----We’d forgotten all about lovers lane #1 and can’t remember when we even drove down it last. Sonny was right, the south end was now closed and besides a barricade there was a large dirt mound at the end. Sometime later I took the other county road east and figured I’d drive down lovers lane #1 from the north end. Nope. A metal rail and another large dirt mound blocked what was left of the lane partially covered in underbrush. Like the drive-in movie theater, lovers lane has disappeared.

LOVERS LANE #2
 

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LOVERS LANE #2
---Every time I started this lovers lane story I’d add too much detail about the park and other things. Still this story must begin somewhere. Dad’s family lived about 15 miles north in another small town. We loved to visit my favorite aunt and uncle. Uncle Ray was an ex Marine and always full of energy and on the go. He’d walk from their home nearly five miles to a large park I knew nothing about. Dollie and I had been telling them how we love walks in parks. No we didn’t tell those very religious relatives about our games while walking. Ray told us about a little lane that crossed the creek and after several zig zags to other roads ended up back north east of our town.
---With Ray’s directions Dollie and I drove off to discover the park and the trail. I crossed the shallow creek in my Dodge and slowly followed the hilly, sometimes large stone covered trail. All of the times we traveled those interconnecting little lanes and roads I don’t remember meeting another car.
Eventually I came to lovers lane #2. I didn’t know there was such a road. But as we slowly wound our way across this very hilly curvy narrow road we noticed kids maybe our ages in cars parked either along the sides or in the woods in openings between large boulders much like lovers lane #1. Like the other lovers lanes, I’d crossed another narrow county east west road first. Lovers lane #2 was probably five miles long to the south end.
----The place I often parked had a small fast moving creek down in a raven and we enjoyed hearing and watching the water flow. This lovers lane became more than just a place to fuck. In warm weather we’d put on shorts or swimsuits and wade in the creek and hike back on the trails in the woods. We’d also sunbath on the large boulders and eat our meals. Considering we lived in farming country this little piece of heaven was like being farther south.
----But I never finished describing lovers lane #2. It surprised me when it ended at the east west highway not more than a few miles from the drive in movie entrance. As we found out more about this road we learned that we were really not supposed to be there. High school kids from our opponent schools hung out here. As long as my car didn’t have any school colors or anything to let them know we were outcasts we were okay. In time we actually became friends with several other couples. Mostly because my uncle used to take me to ball games at their stadium and I was familiar with the school and town. Believe me these things mattered.
----Also we learned why even more cops prowled this lovers lane. State, County, and City police cars were often seen up and down the lane. It was nothing to see an ambulance and a wrecker as we tried to make love in the back seat. This road was very dangerous at speed. There were many camel hump hills with quick tight turns at the bottoms. It was normal to see a car nosed down in a little gully or slammed into a rock wall. There were reasons for this.
----Rumor was that there were unofficial records on how fast a person could drive from the north end of lovers lane to the stone home at the curve near the south end. The owners of that expensive looking home had erected a matching 4 or 5 foot stone fence at the end of the road, where it made the sharp “S” curve to the stop sign at the highway. Another pastime was watching stupid kids speeding past where we were parked and listening for the crash.
----But this is about sex on lovers lane. Since this lovers lane was out of our way except when visiting dad’s relatives or for another quickie after we left the drive in movie, we only parked there now and then, mostly on weekends with nothing else to do. This was another place we sometimes went randomly for ten years or more after being married. Of all of the lovers lanes we knew about this was the best for all of the above reasons. Even though we occasionally picnicked and visited other young couples, no one was around other cars during sex.

LOVERS LANE #3
 

LOVERS LANE #3
------Sometimes I went to work at the grocery store west of the school at 4PM, other times 4:30PM. School was out at 3:30PM. Dollie lived east of town a mile or so, making her house maybe three miles from the high school near down town. On many of those days I had an hour I’d take Dollie home and we’d park in her dad’s drive way to kissy poo. Dad came home from work earlier a few times, honked, cussed, and got all upset because I was parked in his spot. He hated me and my car. Dollie’s dad told her little brothers to throw rocks at it if I parked there again. So I’d park in the road in front of the house. Her brothers and the neighbor kids would stare and tease us so I just dropped Dollie off and left.
--- Then we discovered lovers lanes. Lovers lane #2 was too far out of the way and lovers lane #1 only gave us time for a quickie. So we’d take a quickie in the park or shopping center parking lot on the way to Dollie‘s house. But this was not a good idea and we needed longer than five minutes. As far as I know no one watched us at the park or the store lots. But we occasionally saw guys wandering around nearby.
----I need to do some more splainin. The high school was near down town. I worked in a grocery store about six blocks even father west of the school. Dollie lived east over three miles from school and usually took the bus. But we needed to fuck so I’d use those one hour before work times to sneak in a quickie before taking Dollie home. Yes I already explained this. From the school to the city limits was about two miles where the two lane state highway made a hard right turn. After about 1 ½ miles the highway turned back left to head out of town east again. Dollie lived around 1 to 1½ miles past that left turn.
---Okay let’s back up to that first hard right on the two lane state highway. There was a narrow blacktop that went straight ahead at the bend. On that road, maybe a city block farther, was a slight hump and a diagonal RR track headed across the fields. All I’d ever taken that county road for before was to enjoy the Dukes of Hazard type hills in several places on the otherwise straight and flat road ten miles to the same little town the state highway farther over went. I know, the Dukes was not invented yet. But if you’ve ever dropped over a hill at a high speed you will remember how your tummy reacted like on a roller coaster. Every now and then we just had to do that! And later we would discover how much fun fucking was in the back seat as someone drove fast over those hills!
----It was while taking Dollie home one evening and needing that roller coaster thrill I discovered our own lovers lane about a mile or so down that county road. This lane was a little under two miles long. Straight as an arrow and flat as a board. The south end was at the state highway not more than a few car lengths from the turn off to Dollie’s subdivision.
This gravel road was as wide as those blacktopped county roads. The gravel did two things for us on all of those roads. We had a visual warning of dust when the weather was dry and we could hear tires on gravel all the way to both ends. Also that RR track crossed over about a city block before the highway. There was a small hump or hill on each side of the RR track. When dark the headlights of a car shining upward was an additional warning. When the fields were full of corn or other things lights from the north end seemed to glow and alert us. Add to this when a train was coming from the west we heard the whistle and soon saw and heard the train crossing the lovers lane. It gave us extra time for love making at times.
---This was mostly flat farm land with separate fences and gates along the lane to the fields. We soon found out that the land was owned and farmed by several different related farmers. Each entrance drive to the fields had the gate set in from the fence rows. The farmer could pull up to his gate with his plow, disc, etc. off the lane.
The few other kids who parked along this lane would back up to a gate, leaving maybe two car lengths between their bumper and the lane. Not private but the few farm tractor and pick up truck drivers just waved and passed on by. There were no houses along this lane but several farms were on the county road and the state highway.
---I was lucky enough to choose our very own parking drive about half way down the lane. I’d park on the west side of the road facing east toward the lane so the afternoon sun would not be in our eyes. I may have partly chosen that drive because there was about a two acre square shaped wooded area along the fence row. Believe me I had no idea back then it was two acres. We now own five acres in the Florida boonies so I sort of know. It just seemed cozier with that wooded area in the middle of all that flat farm land.
Again, no one bothered us as we sat there. I remember the first time Farmer Brown drove down the lane on his John Deere tractor pulling a disc or plow. We heard the tractor and sat up from our fucking. Keep in mind, Dollie usually wore a mini skirt or short shorts pulled up. I pulled my jeans to my knees. It took seconds to get dressed. Not knowing what to expect we jumped out of the Dodge and I opened the hood, pretending to tinker on the engine. Farmer Brown stopped on the lane, walked up, and asked if we needed help. I reached in and started the car, grinning. He left and we continued fucking in the back seat. Yea right. We sure fooled him! (Farmer Brown may or may not be real names. I could have called him Old MacDonald. )

As weeks passed, farmer Brown rode his tractor past now and then, smiling and waving. We’d be sitting in the back seat waving back. He knew! I’m sure! Sometimes farmer Brown and Mrs farmer Brown passed in their faded red old Chevy pickup and they’d honk and wave. At this time we had no idea who’s farm land we were blocking. There were a few other cars, trucks, and farm tractors occasionally passing on the lane.
I really don’t know how many months past. One day Farmer Brown and Mrs Brown stopped in the drive way in their red Chevy truck. They walked up as we sat up. They introduced themselves and told us all of this land belongs to the Brown family. As long as we don’t throw bottles, cans, and trash on the ground or along the lane we can park there. Both went on to explain that they have reported a few kids for littering. Wow! Now we had permission to fuck along lovers lane!

Lovers lane #3- It's Fall in the midwest
 

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Fall arrived. We were going at it in the back seat of the old Dodge. Must have been having a good time. We heard farmer Brown’s tractor but didn’t bother to sit up. Something didn’t sound right. Farmer Brown’s tractor engine sounded much louder! We sat up and there was a big green John Deere tractor grille staring in my car windshield! Farmer Brown was looking in the side window of my car, grinning. “Can ya move your car so I can get in the field to plow,” or whatever. It was fall. Farmer Brown walked toward the back of my car to his gate.
We jumped out, pulling our clothes on, as farmer Brown told me “just back inside the fence out of the way till I get in the field.” I did. Then my reflex was to drive out the gate and get the hell out of there. But farmer Brown yelled and pointed toward the wooded area inside the fence row. In no time he was walking, leading me toward a narrow lane into the woods. Like a robot, I followed him. I was soon parked in a fairly large flat grassy area in the middle of the woods.

“My grand daddy used to have his house and barn right here. Daddy got the farm. He gave me, my brother, and sister 100 acres each. We built our homesteads on the main county road and my sister’s place is along the highway to the south. Many years after grand daddy died the old farmstead fell down and we burned what was left. But we kept the woods to remind us where grandpa lived.
You kids can start parkin here if ya want. Much safer and you’ve been good about keeping the area clean. Hain’t my idee. Mrs farmer Brown thinks it will be more private.” He went on to tell us the gate wasn’t really locked. The chain and padlock were just wrapped around the fence post.
The rest of 1956, and after I graduated high school in 1957, we mostly parked in farmer Brown’s woods on lovers lane. We’d fucked in Dollie’s bed but this was the first time we could lay a blanket on the ground and mess around. Of course, this didn’t happen until the spring of 57. Winters in central Illinois can be bad. So when it was very cold or snowed we didn’t go to any of the lovers lanes. Making matters worse, even the drive-in movie was closed. We spent more time fucking at Dollie’s house in her bed or in town in a parking lot.

LOVERS LANE #3----Farmer Brown’s Woods.
 

Farmer Brown’s Woods.
Yes the story of lovers lane #3 continues but we are now fucking in the woods. Lucky I kept notes and shared our secrets all of these years. Spring 1957 and we now had our private secret fuckin spot in the woods. Not a lot of woods. But a 1949 Dodge does not take up a lot of space. We married in the middle of October 1957 so our little piece of heaven in the woods wasn’t used long.
During this time several other young couples would park in some of the drive ways along lovers lane #3. But most didn’t return often. The best part of this lane was that very little traffic came down it and the farmers who owned the land didn’t seem to mind.
We’d park in the woods as often as we had time. We even stayed overnight weekends now and then, sleeping in the car and having picnics all alone in the woods. As long as it wasn’t raining we’d fuck naked on our blanket in the grass. Yes, finally we could get naked!

Must have been a Saturday morning, spring of 1957. We were bare assed naked messing around on our blanket when we heard farmer Brown’s tractor getting nearer. We really didn’t worry and we could tell he was soon out in his field working. I was fucking Dollie when she whispered to me. “I think someone is watching from the woods.”
Some of our young friends had seen us fuck but we’d also watched them. We also found out Dollie’s brother-in-law watched us at their farm fucking several times when we thought we were alone in the fields. Her sister knew what we did in the woods but until later we had no idea they had watched. This was the same brother-in-law who held Dollie down as his farm hand ra--ped Dollie. So this left us uncomfortable. Still we got over it, hoping it was now screwing with Richard‘s mind. Even later on we’d put on shows for poor Richard the voyeur.

Yet the thought of farmer Brown watching us naked and fucking bothered us. Then reality sunk in. Farmer Brown couldn’t be watching from the woods because we could hear his tractor farther out in the field! NO sooner than we figured it out, Mrs. Farmer Brown walked up and wished us a good morning! Talk about two teenagers being embarrassed! It’s times like this when a guy does not know if he should jump up with a full erection and run for cover or just stop and lay there with it inside his girlfriend. I choose to lay there.
Even with notes this part is fuzzy. Here’s the best we remember. Mrs. Farmer Brown admitted she’d been watching us several other times since we’ve been in the woods. She loved watching and was trying to build up the courage to walk up closer. Today she did just that.
Her story went on, as we started to get up. Mrs. Farmer Brown begged us to continue having sex. That’s why she came closer. My cock was still in Dollie’s wet pussy and we were just getting started. This couldn’t be any more embarrassing than Dollie’s mommy watching and those two women were probably about the same ages.
Keep in mind I was 18, Dollie 16, and Mrs. Farmer Brown told us she was around 60. Briefly her story was her and Farmer Brown never did fuck a lot and she couldn’t remember when the last time was. Driving by and knowing what we were doing was driving her crazy. This was her plan when Farmer Brown took us to the old homestead lot in the woods. She’d already told her husband she was going to sneak down and watch from behind the bushes and trees. She just couldn’t get a close enough look so decided to just walk right up and explain why she was there.
So, now we knew we’d been watched and we’d been set up. The right thing to do was put on a show for Mrs Brown for letting us use her property. So we did. We fucked and fucked, trading places and fucking some more. We were both exhausted and as we lay there Mrs. Farmer Brown thanked us and walked down the lane to her car at the gate.
This happened several more times until we married in the middle of October that same year. Only now Mrs. Farmer Brown drove down and parked next to my car. We found out she’d see me drive by her farm house then drive down. I’d guess she was there watching maybe 50% of the time while on the blanket beside my car in the grass in the woods on lovers lane. Of course back then we had no idea we were dogging.

Here’s where I could lie and tell a tale of fucking Mrs Farmer Brown and her sucking my cock until my jazz ran out her nose. But this is a true non fiction story and honestly nothing happened between us and Mrs Farmer Brown except her hugging us each time she’d leave and saying thanks. I’m pretty sure a few times my dripping prick rubbed cum on Mrs. Farmer Brown’s clothes while hugging!



A quickie note………..I was 18 and Dollie 16. Neither parents would co-sign for us to get married. Together we had a stupid plan. Let’s get pregnant then they will! Dollie’s mom knew we were fucking like rabbits. Her dad soon knew and they told my parents. They tried many times to break us up. Finally they decided maybe we should get married before Dollie gets knocked up. Out of the blue my grandparents talked to our minister and he would marry us in his church office. No big wedding. Just our two best friends, Don and Pat, and a party after at my uncle’s house. The real problem was it had to be midweek because there were other weddings and events planned for future weekends. Why October 13th we don’t know. Hell I even had to work the next day! “It will never last” we were often told! Don and Pat married a month later and we were at their wedding. We’re all still happily married.

Life goes On…… Or A Dog in the Woods.
 

---------------------Life goes On…… Or A Dog in the Woods.
Our lives changed dramatically after we married. Somehow Dollie got pregnant and we had a son Dec 1958. We had no time or reason to stop at any lovers lanes. Again this is a rough guess. Our son was nearly 1 ½ years old so at least two years had passed since we saw lovers lane #or Mrs. Farmer Brown. They were all but forgotten. Must have been a Saturday and a nice spring morning. We were taken little Gene to Dollie’s mother to baby sit while we finally got away to play tittie flashin games. I hadn’t even driven down lovers lane since we married. Always took the main highway around the curve to Dollie’s parents place. Just before the curve Dollie suggested we go straight and show Mrs Farmer Brown our son. We had gotten to know her pretty well and actually stopped at their farm house a few times for tea and cookies.
Mr Farmer Brown was out working on the farm. Mrs Farmer Brown seemed very happy to see us and our son. We mostly visited like normal old friends. Someone mentioned lovers lane and our little hiding place in the woods. Plans were made. We dropped Gene off at grandma’s house and met Mrs Farmer Brown in the little wooded area. Seemed like so long ago. Mrs. Farmer Brown had already parked her car in the grassy meadow and put a blanket on the ground. Dollie and I were shocked! Mrs Brown was laying there naked masturbating! This had to be spring 1960 so I was 21, Dollie 19, and Mrs Brown at least mid-60’s. Surprisingly she was lookin good considering all we’d ever seen was her wearing old sloppy farmer dresses.
No, I still didn’t fuck Mrs Brown and she didn’t suck my cock. I was getting more young pussy at home than I could handle already. But she did use all of her cow milking experience to masturbate me several times until she milked me dry. Then she’d beg Dollie and I to fuck. Dollie fucked me. I fucked her. We just plain fucked. When I couldn’t fuck anymore Mrs. Farmer Brown jacked me off some more. Again we had no idea what this was called. But I’m sure this was dogging no matter what country we were in!

After that long hot afternoon in the woods we’d make an appointment and meet Mrs Farmer Brown a few times a year for several more years. Seems like she got ill or just too old and we never returned to the little woods on lovers lane again. Altho I didn’t keep track, we also stopped at the other two lovers lanes occasionally for years just for old times sake.

DOGGING IN PARKING LOTS
 

-------------------------------------DOGGING IN PARKING LOTS
Again, we had no idea if these adventures were dogging. By the time we were in our mid-twenties and on we were very much into being exhibitionists. Yes we loved fucking and fondling while being watched. And we now mostly did it naked. Altho Dolle never let anyone else fuck her she loved being finger fucked and having her titties played with.
We’d mostly be out of town or on a vacation when we’d decide to put on a random fucking show for strangers. In our favor there were no surveillance cameras until recently. From our earliest car sex we learned the safest semi private places to play our games. You know, the back lots and edges of malls, shopping centers, grocery stores, rest areas, etc. And of course the many small parking lots along trail heads and parks.
I guess these were really our dog days. I remember many times being totally nude in our car fucking as one or two guys had their heads up against the windows looking in. I’d position my self and Dollie for the best views. I also remember many of them reaching in to fondle Dollie’s tits, ass, or dip a finger in a recently fucked wet pussy. No one seemed to mind not getting to fuck her or get sucked. It was just good clean basic exhibitionism with a little touch feely thrown in.
I believe I wrote a few such stories in CLOSET CLEANING in non fiction so I will leave this as is. Please comment on any of these stories and add your own dogging, lovers lane, or similar true stories. I will try to answer all comments and questions.

Dogging at the Lake
 

Dogging at the Lake
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Now and then I remember an old dogging or exhibitionist fondling and fucking session with Dollie while on a camping trip flashing her tits and pussy. I’m trying not to duplicate stories already in CLOSET CLEANING. Some of our later and kinkier dogging games happened while riding in taxi cabs. We rarely rode in a cab so this was extra exciting. They do match the other dogging games we’ve read altho I don’t remember any others in a taxi cab. Again I ask you to check non-fiction CLOSET CLEANING for our taxi cab games.
We were never out to compete with others or invent new things. Our biggest games were simple tit and ass flashing years ago. Naturally fucking and fondling with others happened when we were in the right places with the right people.

Cum again to the west edge of Lake Michigan not far above Chicago, yet in lower Wisconsin. We found most small beaches and parks by riding around. Usually Dollie was topless and mostly bottomless while doing the riding. Always ready to play. Keep this old saying of mine in mind……….. “You have to dress to play to play.” If you are dressed to play others often ask to fool around. Simple huh? Many of you already do this.

Someplace north of the Illinois state line along Lake Michigan.
I would have never found this place, a large boat manufacturing factory near the Lake.
The parking lot was nicely landscaped. What I figured was an overflow employee lot was at the end of the paved tree and flower lined lane. We followed a few cars. It was a small crowd of young people in swimsuits driving, apparently headed to the Lake. As we went around the back side we could see yachts and medium sized pleasure boats on tall racks with large fork lifts and mobile cranes moving them around. Some of the younger people would hang out the car windows while wearing tiny bikini tops. Seems like a few gals flashed some of the laborers inside the chain link fence.
Seemed like a fun bunch so we continued to follow to a parking lot next to some woods. Must have been parking for fifty cars in nice rows separated by cement dividers with more parking off to the edges along the brush and woods. As people parked, they walked down a narrow trail which ended up at a nice sandy beach along Lake Michigan.
If memory is correct most were in the teen to 50’s. We were maybe in our 30’s at this time. Old enough that Dollie had been showing her pussy and tits without hesitating and we’d fucked many times while “accidentally” being caught. This place seemed like another perfect place to play. Even as I parked we saw young girls changing from street clothes to tiny swimsuits or dressing after returning from the beach. Most didn’t seem to be hiding their nudity. In fact now and then a few gals would tease others by playing with their tits or jumping up and down to attract attention.
At the beach, there were many tiny swimsuits on young women and men. Perfect considering how we were dressed. It wasn’t a large beach but there were other smaller open sandy areas up and down paths leading thru the woods. All great for flashing and later for fucking as we found out.
Normally we’d have to walk long distances to see people naked and having sex at other beaches. Then it was usually only one or two couples. Here it seemed like everywhere we looked or walked we saw young couples fucking or sucking. As far as I remember they were only pairs or maybe threesomes. Like two guys and a girl.

We spent may afternoons at that boat building beach doing what the others did! After parking next to cars with couples fucking in or beside them, we also did that. We never watched any of them long and none spent a lot of time watching us. It was sort of a look, a grin, a comment, and the fuckers were left alone. But it was kinky and fun.
I do remember the single older guys wandering thru the parking lot staring in cars while couples played. Why do those types always look so skudsy and weird? It was kinda spooky but none actually bothered us. A few did occasionally ask to join or help out. Don’t remember taking any of those offers to fuck her. But often let some fondle Dollie‘s boobs as I fucked her. It actually calmed her down when some slobbering middle aged pervert was making her nervous! This happened in the parking lot and in the woods.

As I look back on life, I realize we missed a lot of good opportunities for wild group sex. But with a wife who wouldn’t fuck others I still did what I could to make it fun.
So I guess even though it was usually one on one, this was dogging! And when I did it dog fashioned those voyeurs really got a good view!

Appparently I've bored the members or others haven't found my CLOSET CLEANING stories. I stopped adding for awhile because of lack of interest. One more in this series and I'll just wait to see if anyone really likes these stories. I do know they are boring and not really as wild as many others. But when they are true life adventures of long ago they won't always be wild.

DOGGING AT THE DRIVE-IN MOVIES
 

----------------------------------DOGGING AT THE DRIVE-IN

I suppose most of you have never been to a drive-in movie or have seen one. They were large outdoor screened theaters with a parking lot which had poles with a portable speaker to attach to your car window. Sorta looked like older parking meters. There were small hills along each row so the nose of your car aimed slightly upward to see over the cars ahead.
Of course the movies were played after dark. Young couples sitting in a car in the back seat in the dark often got frisky. We learned how to cuddle at the drive-in. Of course with cuddling comes fondling, then intercourse.
Of all of the times I took my girlfriend Dollie to the drive-in move I don’t remember ever getting completely naked. With a car only three feet on each side and people walking back and forth between cars to the restroom and concession stand it wasn’t practical. But even before fucking I was fondling her boobs and she was gently stroking my penis. It didn’t take many dates before her bare tits were exposed and my cock was out above my jeans.
It all started out innocently. A few people saw Dollie’s bare little boobies exposed. Yes even though it was dark at the movie, the movie screen, the stars, the concession stand lights, and other lights made it easy to see to walk around outside and see in cars.
I soon discovered seeing Dollie’s bare boobies turned me, her, and others on. After experimenting while hiking before this, we found out that I wasn’t the only male who was a boob lover.
After we started fucking at the drive-in Dollie wore looser tops and shorter mini skirts. My jeans were usually at my knees or ankles, her blouse above her tits, maybe her tits out the top, and her skirt up as far above her waist as we could get it. Now we were fucking semi nude with strangers walking within feet of my car windows. Got lots of compliments and free advice while fucking at the drive-in movie.
So I guess this was also a form of dogging. Again, especially good viewing while I had her on her hands and knees dog fashioned. It’s amazing how a young male kid can expose a wet hot pussy while fucking with an audience! Of course I was proud of my hard cock and wanted the gals to see it too. Those long strokes on hot summer nights made dogging fun. I can’t tell you whether or not anyone made any offers back then. Even though we had unknowingly become exhibitionists, we were still shy and would get embarrassed easy.
I’m sorry if our stories seem tame and boring compared to others. But this is how it was back then.

Dollie Thanks OCC
 

Dollie started her own stories listed under DOLLIE THANKS OCC. ;) Dollie thanks OCC-- https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...ght=Dollie+OCC
Here is just a sample of her latest stories. Check out a woman's view of how to live with a perverted husband.


What I've done this summer
Some of this may be repeated but it’s my update. Sorry I forgot all about my posts here. Things sure didn't work the way Denny wanted them. He said I got cock hungry and have been catching up for all those years I wouldn't let men screw me. I’m going to skip much of the details of each guy I’ve had fuck me because it would get boring. But it sure wasn’t boring at the time!
It bothers me to write fuck so I write intercourse or screw. Denny says just write fuck so here goes. Also this makes me sound like a wh*r*. Others say I am a loving caring wife making my husband happy. Hope that’s how you feel about it. This fucking wasn’t easy to start doing and it sure is not easy to write about.
To sort of test these letters we posted them in emails to special friends to get their reactions. I guess they like reading them because many asked for more stories and more nasty details. About half asked to meet for their turn! This is the best I could do with Denny's help.

More !
 

Tell Dolly I love her stories and would love to read more.

Thanks. Apparently not many are finding them. Dollie has written a lot more. As long as she writes it down right away she remembers. Most are basic stories about her latest fuck buddies.
Appparently she is making up for all the years she wouldn't do it with others. She's sure loving it and I can't believe I love watching. Dollie hasn't said no very often.
I'm not much help cutting back on partners because it seems like it's too easy to get her fucked and I tell the men she will meet them. So far most of the guys are all in one area which makes it easy to drive from one to another in one afternoon.