TAXI CAB STORIES-----1971
_Why We Took A Taxi.
---SUMMER 1971---I knew it was going to be a kinky wild weekend. Dollie would have been 30 and me 32. I’m thinking it wasn’t yet company shut down and July vacation. Most likely it was early June and we were on a four or five day extended weekend camping trip.
---After Dollie’s recent female surgeries and just starting to be able to dress wild again, we’d already had some fun at the local strip clubs and bars. I was now telling her to get some more clothes on and stop being so ornery instead of the opposite! I figured a long weekend in the sand dunes getting naked may be exciting. I was soon gonna find out what changes she really went through!
---------We were up above Chicago camping at our favorite Lake Michigan park. Our last child, daughter, was around nine months old. Dollie’s breasts were full, larger than ever, still as hard as rocks, and she was using a breast pump occasionally to remove milk. Finally we could leave the three kids with Dollie’s mother and get away to play games.
----We always spent most of our time at the south end of the park, at the large beach, and down in the sand dunes. Sometimes would take a morning or evening walk along the wide cement sidewalk, near Lake Michigan, north to the end of the park. Maybe 1/4th mile to the north end of the park property. Not many people used this area, not even down along the seashore. Altho the campground was just over the small dunes hills created by the off shore breezes, Dollie often had her boobs exposed as we walked. She’d usually get them covered before other people got close.
---We discovered by turning left, west, a gravel hiking trail continued along a wooded area and out of the park. There was a chain link fence with an opening and a 4” post in the center of the narrow entrance blocking it from bikes or anything except foot traffic. Seems like on the left there was a tall chain link fence, small woods, and tall weeds. I guess this was park property going maybe a mile toward town. On the right was woods. We couldn’t really see much beyond that tall fence on the left.
----Continuing on the right, an old run down empty industrial park with red brick buildings in disrepair. From there, open spaces and a little used old car junk yard. In the past she had flashed guys going in and out of the scrap yard. Again open spaces for awhile then a small subdivision of small old homes farther in from the trail. Ahead was the Amtrak station, tracks, then nicer homes, then the city. Sometimes when walking this same trail we’d stop for a drink of ice water at the train station and Dollie would tease people waiting, even flash the slow moving Amtrak trains. We’d meet occasional joggers and other hikers. Sometimes bicyclists who had to turn around at the park fence. Even an occasional topless girl, like Dollie. Most often Dollie slipped her titties in. But they were still out enough to draw compliments.
----Normally we’d leave Thursday after work for long weekends. It was at least 200 miles to the State Park and those roads were always crowded. Only time to get the RV set up and walk around the campground. Friday morning, hot and sunny. Our first time up there for a long time. We decided a nice walk along the trail, partially in the shade, would be relaxing. This time I wore short shorts and a tank top, sometimes off while still on the trail. Dollie’s shorts were what we called cheek showing shorts. Hot pants were not out yet.
----When we got into town and looked for a place to eat, we were getting lots of stares and some bad mouthing. This was a religious city and others were dressed more like Quakers or farmers. We’d walked a lot farther than we should have and it was very hot. We were used to walking from morning until evening on beaches and grassy areas. But wearing cheap tennis shoes, the cement was getting to us. In the past we turned back at the RR tracks. As we walked around town we became more embarrassed by the looks and comments.
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---After we ate and walked, I saw several cabs and told Dollie we’re taking one back to camp. Can’t remember riding in a cab but Dollie had a few friends who owned a cab company back home so she rode often. Dollie never has driven. Those old women cabbies back home, one middle aged male cabby, and other people had told Dollie about some wild cab driver stories. According to Dollie, the male driver was often encouraging Dollie to ride with her tits out and her skirt farther up. She said she never did but admitted he got some pretty good crotch shots and booby views.
---I always wanted to try some of those wild things in the back of a cab myself. I often fantasized Dollie being naked and us fucking while riding around town. Today was the time to ask questions and maybe play a cabby game. Cum with us as we make some of my taxi fantasies come true.
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