FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #3
-FINGER FUCKIN IN THE DUNES #3
---A short ride north to a beach we knew about, the Family Beach, while talking about Dollie’s fresh finger fucked pussy. She had never really stopped having orgasms all afternoon. That’s why we kept towels on the seats. This time we were on a nearly flat sandy beach along Lake Michigan. No Dunes again. When opportunity knocks we don’t look for sand piles. The day was young, the weather perfect, and we’d swam in this location many years before.
---During the above pier story and now, I was wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts. For some reason we hadn’t planned on swimming so weren’t wearing our tiny swimsuits. Yet we were about to walk a beach, girl watchin for me, tit teasin and showing ass for Dollie. Keep in mind, to attract attention you should look different than others. In this case different for Dollie was that micro mini skirt only and nipple poppin tit flaunting top at the beach. Except for a few well endowed bikini clad girls, Dollie had more skin exposed than many. Boys, girls, men and women were staring. Some making remarks about being overexposed. Dollie was in a blouse and mini skirt being told she was overexposed by young girls in string bikinis, showing most of what tiny titties they had and ample amounts of cute little butt cheeks! It’s all in how ya look at it. Showing most of a tiny tit is no different than showing some of a large one. But it seems that way. We felt good knowing our plan was working, and Dollie had that special fresh fucked glow!
---We didn’t need to find anymore fingerfucking partners. Dollie had gotten masturbated way more this day than ever in her life. But she was feeling good and had some great experiences. I’d say we were no longer looking for her to get fingered . Actually we never planned any of those games. When we left camp dressed this way we knew there may be a slight possibility, since she’d be flashing her tits and bare ass while dressed that way. It still amazes me that we stayed out of trouble with the law. I repeat that a lot.
---At least a bikini in these places is reasonable. But it’s not everyday you see a grown woman wearing a skirt that exposes her pussy and her ass in public while in broad daylight. I can remember seeing cops, even waving or saying hello. Maybe not this trip. But it happened. Clean livin I guess! I just remembered why Dollie now wore mini skirts and belly covering bikini bottoms. Notes to follow.
----There were not many places to walk far at this beach. Seems like a college is near, U of W, with a sidewalk near the four lane highway. School was out but playing our kinds of games along a highway near a town is not practical. I think we only stopped there to girl watch and let Dollie show off a bit. Flashing and going topless was not possible. Fondling and fingering sure wasn’t gonna happen. I guess my plan was to find someone interested, then meet someplace else. After all, there were lots of other small parking lots and parks like where we’d met the biker.
---Dollie was definitely attracting horny males. Once again, we discovered that being closer to the lake caused the breezes to lift her loose short skirt. Dollie had to hold it down with both hands. We visited with quite a few. Several hinted that they’d love to feel those boobs. A few others mentioned rubbing that bare ass and having sex. Yep, fishing was good! All I had to do was wait for Dollie to reel a sucker in. She would have made a hell of a prostitute! But I don’t think that’s legal in most places. But what we do we do for fun.
----After over an hour, we must have had nearly a dozen offers to meet to play with Dollie‘s boobs, some by minors. A few just wanted her to show them her pussy. After visiting other horny men, we agreed to meet one of them farther north at the larger beach area, a more natural setting. The guy said he was 50. Dollie almost chose the 50 year old and an old guy, thinking he‘d be safer. But we’d already taken a stupid chance with too many men earlier that day. It’s hard to explain. We’ve always been able to feel who to chose and who to lose! Karma? Or our angel? We also didn’t tell the man where we would meet until we got up in the parking lot. Hopefully others wouldn’t follow.
---I’m really screwing with your minds. Not only were there no sand dunes in this story, there was no fingerfucking! In fact for you geographically challenged, as far as I know there are no sand dunes in Wisconsin. Since these stories pop into my head and Dollie finds little notes and letters randomly, that’s how I write. After all, this ain’t a movie or a book. In my defense, much of this time period we were camped in Illinois, just below Wisconsin, where we had our very first sand dunes encounters. Actually those are only tiny dunes, and we mostly took advantage of the hollowed out places appropriately called “blow outs” for our early games consisting of only flashing and getting Dollie‘s titties fondled while I took photos. Had she not feared strange cocks back then it would have been neat to called these games BLOW JOBS IN BLOW OUTS. But I digress again.
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