CLOTHING OPTIONAL BIKER CAMP -Nudity preferred.
---Not many years after we retired and began going to bike events we saw a small poster advertising a clothing optional biker campground. A small private home with a few acres in a secluded setting. I wasn’t exactly sure about this. The love of my life was thrilled at the thought of it. It wasn’t far from a few of the famous biker hangouts and I sort of knew where it was. Bike Week had just ended. Until now, we’d been camping at a State Park or a membership campground. Each at separate ends of the biker action. Staying part time at each made seeing almost everything more accessible.
--- Cops still turned their heads when wild women played in the streets. Dollie was into flashing bikers nearly everywhere we went and ran around barely covered at the campgrounds we stayed. No one complained yet. But at least this would keep her from getting kicked out of camp. I called the number and talked to a very pleasant kinky man. He and his wife were into the swinging/nudity scene and wanted to have bikers join them at their place for events. There was a catch. Everyone had to ride in on a bike or trailer one in. Bikers only!
--- I used Dollie as my sales pitch, telling him she is hot and loves running around showing her large boobs, even letting others fondle them. I explained that just because we didn’t have a bike didn’t mean we were not bikers. He explained that most bikers were groups of two or three men alone, staying in tents. He invites a few single horny women to attract the men bikers to stay there. Dollie would be a welcome addition. He told us to come to the next event and he’d let us stay to camp…on trial. I should have been a ploitican!
--- Needless to get into details, we were signed up as lifetime members and automatically reserved for each new event. At this time we were camping in nothing more than a Chevy van. Not a RV or camper type. Just a low roofed van with a sofa that folded into a bed. I added an airbed on the sofa, micro wave, lights, and other necessities. Even had a small heater and a home AC unit in rear door window. I'd bought my first van just to pull a trailer to move to Florida. But this van was a handy weekend camper.
---At this primitive campground there was no electric and only porta-potties and two open air hot water showers. We made do. On cold nights I ran the van heater on high till we got parked at camp. That and our body heat kept us toasty most cold nights. We usually created more body heat than needed after looking at girls all afternoon. Well that and Dollie showing off to bikers.
---For several years it really was a nudist park setting. Almost everyone, including men, were naked or at least topless. The night time activity around the fire pit and at a few camp sights became wife swapping and orgy adventures. Dollie never removed her bottoms for years. But was almost always topless, day and night. There were naked bike games and beer/pizza parties. It was fun and the crowds grew for many years. It was one of the first times I was offered beads to show my cock. Actually they were plastic marijuana leaves on a string. Still have them. A couple of topless hotties camped in a small group came running to see us. We had just parked our van and were taking a short walk around the small grounds. I was wearing short shorts and no underwear, which was typical for many years. At places like that, I’d pull my shorts up until the head of my penis peeked out the lower leg. It was out.
---But those kinky near naked gals wanted to see more. They came running across the grass to say hello to Dollie and I. Dollie was also topless. Removed her top as soon as we pulled up and parked. Remember, we wanted to make a good impression and be able to return again. With their large tattooed titties, I had no problem getting a raise out of myself, as I pulled my shorts leg up, exposing my prick. We found out later, these women were among some of the wildest camped there. One grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and stroked it briefly. I was going to love this campground!
---We were invited to their four RV units camp site back in a corner for later fun and games. All were into swapping and the good stuff. They even had a generator and disco lights. Parked in sort of a square with tables, chairs, etc in center. We did visit them during the daytime now and then. One time Dollie wore nothing but a micro mini skirt while visiting. One of the gals pulled it up, as two men sat in the side doorway of a van, at pussy height to Dollie’s pussy. One guy rubbed Dollie’s pubic area and offered to check her oil. It was always interesting. As you notice, these people never asked. They just did what turned them on.
---Dollie became popular with the bikers, married and single. At first it was my idea to get tit pictures with as many bikers as we could as they came in for the event…and left when it was over. It also became popular and expected by them to hold and fondle Dollie’s booby’s during the photo shoots. In fact, many bikers came to us even before setting up their tent or RV. Often in groups of two or more. Like our early tit posing days.
--- Even before any picture taking was mentioned, it was hello and they were fondling Dollie’s titties. Word of mouth meant we rarely had to ask new bikers as they came in. Seems like someone was always playing with Dollie’s boobs or talking about them. She was offered rides into events or around the campsite. Dollie often did take them up on short rides through the 6-7 acre flat, wide open campground, topless and naked. Other campers would take pictures as Dollie and the biker passed by their campers. Farthest she ever rode with a biker was the few miles to Cabbage Patch Bar and back, mostly topless.
--- Here are a few exhibitionist pranks some of the gals played. There was an entrance gate with a few members who checked everyone in. Some non campers got free shows as they made deliveries. Those who had to return several times seemed to enjoy their brief visits. The Pizza delivery guys, the LP cylinder delivery man, the young guys delivering fire wood and stacking it near the fire pit, the sanitation men in the big garbage truck, and the pooper-cleaner-outer who was there every few days.
---The naked ladies would visit and tease these men as they attempted to do their jobs. Dollie often seemed to be among them! These were some of the kinkiest orneriest gals we'd ever met. And we met plenty! One trick some of the gals did was hurry into the porta-potties when they saw the sewer pumping truck arrive. They’d be standing or sitting in the toilets and wouldn’t lock the doors or answer when the men yelled or knocked. Almost always got a beaver shot or other view. Yes, these were fun loving campers.
---A few words about camper units…RV’s . The mode of travel and type of RV used at those events suddenly changed. Most were originally small to midsized tents and pop-up RV's and a few 20-25' RV's at largest. After about five years, we advanced to a Dodge high topped van for a year and a 21’ RV trailer. Later a Dodge quad-cab to pull the small RV. But others, at this campground, and everywhere, were now driving luxury motor coaches or huge toy hauler RV’s and fifth wheels. Behind these were enclosed bike trailers. Many pulled larger closed bike trailers with an extra pick up truck. Days of bikers riding in with pup tents was mostly over.
---This tiny campground was becoming over crowded. Less bikers were riding in and very few were staying in tents anymore. Wasn’t only there. Bikers changed as bike events did. Not only didn't bikers ride 500 miles or more to events, they didn't ride 50! Also the rules changed at the campground. The law kept forcing changes and there were many court hearings. Police, reporters, and County bigwigs would randomly arrive at the campsite. Somehow the owners were always tipped off and naked campers covered up. Over the years, arguments, perverts trying to force their games on others, a few getting pissed because they had to do all of the planning and organizing of games and parties, and small groups who snubbed others, caused many regulars to stop attending.
---When the bigger rigs showed up, they were more into Rice Rockets and riding. Few campers were nude or even topless anymore. Dollie was often the only female showing skin. Even the owner stopped going topless. Finally the owners got a legal permit for nude event camping. Not feeling it was 100% the reason, we could no longer camp there because we had no bike. We believe it was a few jealous wives who got fat over time. So much for a life time membership and going every year from almost the first campout.
---And it really wasn’t fun anymore. It’s been several years since we attended that private biker camp. But I’m sure we aren’t the only people with fond memories of campouts and booby games there. Aditional problems after that were we dropped out of the membership campgrounds and those parks were getting expensive when we began paying the regular fees. The little used State Park became popular as more bikers began using RV’s. Reservations were now required. We don’t like or get reservations. So it was getting impossible to get in at the last minute for events. We never knew a year ahead of time if we were going.. or would be alive!
---A booby lover saved the day…or days. He met us at a biker bar where Dollie had just won second in a Tee-shirt contest. (actually a tie) He mentioned he loved tits and owned a nearby motel. We began staying at his small motel at a very reduced rate. All Dollie had to do was wear revealing tops to keep his attention and our prices low for Bike and Street Rod events. This proved very convenient for events. Not as much fun, but warm and dry. Yep, there is a story about our motel booby lovin friend buried in the closet.
---We have thousands of stories in the naked city (closet). Most are repeats because we played the same games over and over for 50+ years. Different places, different people, making repeating boring. I’m digging deep into our closet, and my widdle perverted mind, to select those stories that are different when possible. Sometimes Dollie will mention something from long ago and a story soon reappears.
