[ModelT-MsDollie]

For those of you who like motorcycles there are 15+ short stories to follow. If you don't like bikes...... tough shit.
-----Let us go way back to our earliest motorcycle adventures. Mid 60’s and 70’s. We were in our mid-20’s, just two skinny, almost innocent, kids out havin fun and experimenting with flashing games. I was convincing Dollie she needed to wear sexier clothes and show more skin. She was willing at times. Yet she didn’t want men seeing her nipples up close…or her beaver in anyway! My work was cut out for me. I still have no idea why I became so infatuated with showin her titties and ass. Most men want to keep it to themselves. But here is my excuse.

More repeat crap for members who skip around. This part has nuthin to do with motersykles so just read it anyway.
---We married young and had a wild sex life with Dollie’s girlfriends. There always seemed to be one or two living with us and several more just hangin around our small house. Wasn’t long before Dollie and the girls were playing with my tool and Dollie was showing them how to fuck, as I slept. I worked days and attempted to sleep nights. I was the young kid in a factory full of older men and women. For some reason they all had to explain to me the facts of life. Ya know, how to do it doggie fashioned, how to eat pussy, and most of all, how to get my bride to suck my cock. Back then we thought they were makin this stuff up!
--- To skip the repeat info, I ended up banging many of those young girls as Dollie watched …and sometimes didn’t watch. For some reason those young gals liked my hard cock. Surprisingly Dollie never took the offers to be fucked by the girl’s boyfriends or any of our other friends …. something I originally tried to get her to do. My reasoning was I’d get more girls and more sex. I was hungry for that stuff!
---Oh yea, Dollie was also teachin the girls how to suck my cock…as I slept ….Yea right! Somehow I did eventually sleep. Went to work many mornings tired, with a sore cock. I sure miss all of that! Moving, different job, kids, gals getting married, most of the fun came to an end after 8 or 10 years. Adding to this amazing fantasy come true, I seemed to always be lookin at Porn magazines. They just showed up. And a few very good friends were always inviting us over…or bringing X-rated movies…to our house to watch.
--- One friend was a Cop who borrowed confiscated 16MM movies they got in raids. His wife was one of the gals at the factory teaching this good boy how to go bad. The other guy was Dollie’s ex-boy friend, Donnie Davenport, who ran one of the few Porn movie houses in the County. Yep, we were supplied and watched all the latest… and many oldies of porn. Donnie hated being called Donnie but I called Donald Donnie cause I hated him. He's the guy who fucked my wife long ago.
---Also I was going to a Men’s Club several times a year with co workers for supper and Porn movie nite. This virgin sheltered white boy was soon being educated. Add to all of this, we were going to Peoria, Ill to the second rate strip clubs quite often, especially in Winters. All of this porn stuff became imbedded into my tiny misguided brain. I was soon trying to get Dollie to dress and act like a porn star. As I look back, I shoulda sued someone! That’s the American way! That’s my excuse and I’m stickin to it!
---With this background to set the scene, it's back to the motorcycle trips. We lived South of Peoria, Illinois, on the East side of the Illinois River. About 75 miles North is a State Park we enjoyed hiking in.. Starved Rock State Park, named for when Indians were trapped and starved on the flat rock outcropping, forced to jump to their death on the rocks beside the Illinois river. White man bad medicine! Lots of nice secluded trails above and below the small canyons. Most are now closed because modern man was also too stupid to stop falling over the sides when hiking. Most of them weren’t even hungry! There are two more small State Parks and some County Parks in the same area. Many, including Starved Rock, with camping. All with steep steps, metal wrought iron stairs, or trails. Great for lookin up skirts and things, we learned. See how I'm lernin ya things?
---For many years we camped with the kids or my brother and his family up there. When we found babysitters on nice weekends, we took the old Panhead Harley, a one man pup tent, $1 air mattresses, and basic supplies and rode up the river to camp different places. We weren't soft back then.
---On this trip, we were goin to Starved Rock to get kinky. Dollie was beginning to enjoy showin skin. Flashing from a distance became fun for both of us. In fact, she loved riding behind me on the Harley topless in short shorts. Since we took back roads and went through small towns, she could ride most of the time that way. I wore tankie tops and short shorts. No no helmets. We were really big time biker dudes! We made trips to Des Moines, Wisconsin Dells, Detroit, Western Indiana, and Southern Illinois that way. As far as I can remember we wore cheap tennis shoes. Lucky, we never fell down boom.
---For these earlier trips, Dollie had me create special flashin riding clothes. I obliged. If she wasn’t wearing a low blouse, bikini top, or halter type top (Much like a bikini top) She wore tube tops. Dollie had many of these.
They were some sort of knitted, thin material. Found out most were see-through in bright light. In their original design, they fit just about from her tittie tops to her waist. But since she wanted to pull them down like a belt, I cut most in half, or some one third off. These pieces didn’t go to waste. She began wearing the 1/3 tube top when riding or camping. From what I remember these pieces were barely 4” wide. Enough to cover her nipples and become a nice little belt.
---Since we were bike camping, we needed to keep our supplies to a minimum. All we had were those leather saddle bags with fringe and silver buckles. So another uncut tube top became her mini skirt. For other times, I cut a few pair of blue jean shorts super short, showing both ass cheeks and having nearly no crotch. Over time, some became nearly crotch-less. Perhaps ½ to ¼ inch, which was often pulled up inside her pussy and out of sight. It was Dollie who asked me to redesign those clothes. But they were more--- or less-- than she expected. I shoulda been a politician.
---Somehow I got her to put on one of those outfits for our bike camping trip. Griped at first. By the time we were part way to the campground she was lovin it. Going through towns and in traffic she pulled the top up. When hiking and in secluded campsites, she wore them like belts, getting caught by others occasionally. Getting caught, showing her nipples, wasn’t so bad after all. Getting compliments, Dollie was lovin the attention.
---And…..wearing those tiny crotched short shorts let her pussy show when climbing off and on the bike, or moving about. Climbing up the many wrought iron stairs at the other park, and steep hills proved interesting with guys behind us. Somehow they seemed to appear as we used the stairs, politely letting us go ahead. This also became fun. Dollie even tried this wearing micro mini skirts. Dollie wore those partial tube tops, along with a tube top for skirt, mini skirt, or narrow crotched ass showin shorts all that weekend.
---We rode, she got off and on in front of people, we climbed rocks, hiked hills and dales, and sat around along the river teasin fishermen. Each day that weekend Dollie got braver and more willing to show off. The campground was along the Illinois river bank back then. There was a nearby iron highway lift bridge into the nearest town on the other side. When tugboats with barges passed, they blew an air horn. The bridge tender honked a horn in reply, lights blinked and bells rang, as the bridge went up or down. At night, the tugs shown bright lights along the river banks. Dollie often stood flashing the men on board. It was easy to know when they saw her, many with binoculars. The horns would blow again and men would yell and whistle. Dollie loved doing this all along the river, day and night.
This was our first real flashin biker campin weekend. Can’t remember how many more there were. But each seemed more exciting than the other. Ya see, it took many to train Dollie. It wasn’t till in the late 70’s when we met some male nudists at another State Park and, just for the heck of it, got Dollie to pose for a few pictures. And the rest is history.
I cheated. This is a recent photo on son's Honda at home.