INTRODUCTION NUMBER TWO
--- I will start adding those quickie things that seemed to just happen unexpectedly. Not really stories at all. As I’ve always written, because of how we dressed and how Dollie acted, these things did happen.
---As I wrote short stories in this new topic I realize many are not short at all. But they were surprises for both Dollie and I. So even before I begin I’ve retitled this topic
RANDOM SURPRISE STORIES because most did surprise us and others involved.
---I’ll begin this topic with a little more repeat history of how and why we ended up being sex crazed exhibitionists. Yes, it’s embarrassing but what the hell, we only go around once. Believe me, it wasn’t really planned early on. Even though I never looked really manly, I sure as hell was never gay! It took much begging and threatening before I’d even wear shorts. Then only at a company campout. The least I’d wear swimming were my old men’s style Speedo suits.
We had a tiny city lot for our first five years of marriage. Only chain link fences and not many bushes for privacy. For Dollie to sunbath we went to small lakes and the local rivers where I would fish as she relaxed in regular two piece swimsuits. It wasn’t until after we moved to a larger place with a pie shaped lot when I enclosed a small 50’X75’ section of our backyard next to the large garage with a 6’ corrigated plastic privacy fence and installed an above ground pool, in the ground. Dollie and often one of her girlfriends would spend hours outside while I worked or slept days. (I write girlfriend meaning her old school mates, GIRL FRIENDS.) Of course, they sunbathed topless. Dollie went topless until our kids were at least in their teens. They knew mommy went topless in public. Our daughter griped more about this than the boys did. The boys didn’t pay attention to Dollie.
Trying to make this short, Dollie became friends with several young strippers who gave Dollie some tiny stretch material bikinis. Most were plain solid colors. She and her girlfriends talked me into first wearing them in the privacy of our yard. Next thing I knew I’d wear them in secluded campgrounds and at fishin holes. It felt like wearing nothing. I liked them and so did the girls. I had to keep Dollie and the girls happy. I was getting all the pussy I wanted from many of them! This was also when I began getting a tiny bikini tan which the girls also loved. Sometimes acting feminine was manly!
---We spent many long weekends and two week vacations around both sides of lower Lake Michigan. We even rode the old Harley up there a few times camping. We loved climbing the sand dunes and walking the miles of secluded beaches that went beyond the State parks. Anyone who’s walked sand dunes knows it’s three steps up and slide two back. From many years of climbing up and down sugar sand dunes we also discovered it’s a good way to see titties! Gals who would never show their breasts would be fully exposed even wearing high topped one piece swim suits while crawling on those dunes. I noticed those things!
---The tiny bikini tops would often let boobies slip out top or bottom of the tops. Aaaw! I was never a dummy about lookin at boobs. I learned who to look at and where to stand or sit while resting in my quest to the top. Early on Dollie learned that I was a tit-aholic. She even told me where to look and why. She still does! Of course, top heavy gals like Dollie just let them hang out after awhile. It really did get aggravating shoving those things back in while trying to get over the hill. Musta seen thousands of titties, large and small, fat, skinny, pointed, and flat, over the years thanks to the sand dunes of Lake Michigan.
---We lived in central Illinois so either side of the lower lake was between 200 and 250 miles. The problem back then most of this was on two lane narrow highways and thru many towns, including Chicago. We finally learned to go straight up above Peoria and Rockford then work our way east north of Chicago. Once you get close to the Wisconsin boarder and make a right, you’ll end up in Lake Michigan. Didn't need no stinkin GPS.
---From the mid 60’s,70’s, and 80’s we mostly tent camped, then had small RV’s. We’d get secluded sites which means no electric and tried to set up right beside the sand dunes. That way we could be wearing our tiny bikinis from morning till night. We’d slip and crawl up over the dunes then walk from morning till night. Well, it depended on the scenery on the dunes how fast we hurried! I can still picture those older perverts staring and taking pictures of Dollie. Like a pervette, she’d just smile and pose for them! More training.
---As we’d walk along the lake my suit would end up rolled to look like a G-string. Dollie’s bottom would also. She’d be topless as soon as we were away from most other sunbathers and hikers. Most of my bikini bottoms were made of some satiny type slippery stretch material which often caused my nutz to slip out below without me knowing it. Dollie usually knew and was as ornery as I. She often didn’t tell me until we’d walked past several giggling girls. After a few guys mentioned my sunburnt balls and grinned, I started checking when others approached from a distance. Of course, still later, I was purposely sunbathing my prick when we did stop alone for awhile. After it got golden brown I wanted it darker so now hung my penis and balls out the crotch or even out the top of the tiny pouch. This created dares and more games.