PIZZA
_____________PIZZA AND PUSSY.
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-----There were older Pizza games but I will start here........... It all began in Daytona during a Bike Week event. Probably 1995, our very first one. Found out it was everything we had heard. Tits and ass everywhere and bikers having fun. Recently retired the previous spring, we’d been 56 and 54. With luck got a neighbor to watch our now six year old son for the entire week of Bike Week. She was also his bus driver so this worked great. I drove a non-high top Chevy van. We were parked several blocks from Main street on a narrow side road very near International Drive. Across from where I parked for several years was/is a small pizza parlor. Rumor was they had a great deluxe pizza. Yea they did! Of course Dollie was wearing a very revealing top and probably hot pants. The place was run by two guys maybe 50+.
--- Both guys were friendly and seemed to appreciate looking at tits. Not a bit shy about telling us so. Dollie’s were mostly exposed and in view. As the man took our order tits seemed to be on top of the pizza list discussion, as we ordered the house specialty supreme with everything and a couple cokes or beers.
--I can tell this now because, after many years, the two men, 70+ at this time, are probably dead, or have dementia, plus the pizza place has changed owners. By now it may not even be there.
--Many other things have made us realize we no longer have reason to hide in our closet. We’ve out lived most who have played our games and our relatives. Sharing our fun and games seems like the right thing to do when others may enjoy and wish to follow our footsteps.
(My confessions deserve a few more comments. Seems that from between ages 50 and 65 we were extra horny and daring. Especially after 55 and retired to Florida. Don’t get me wrong, we were very wild and crazy right from our beginnings together. Now nothing seemed to embarrass us. The bike scene there was hot and wild and we were trying to make the most of our new adventures. Many bikers and biker babes were playing the games we’d played for years. And more, in open crowded public places)
--And now back to our story----As soon as the pizza and drink issue was over Mr. pizza #1 continued his descriptions about Dollie’s ample exposure and how much he loved the view. This was at the beginning of Bike Week. I’m sure he’d seen lots of tits in the past. Since we’d spent hours along Main and adjacent streets, Dollie’s flashing and me being entertained by other well endowed females flashing, we were both in a rather kinky mood. Dollie was already squirmin in her seat and squeezing her arms to create even more cleavage and exposure. “Wanna see em?” she asked. Believe it or not a few guys have said no. But this is rare. Dollie said this because many gals on Main Street and along the way were asking that same question.
--Pizza guy #1 excused himself saying he’d pass the order to his partner, the cook, Pizza guy #2, then be right back to gladly look at those tits. He did and she did. Whipped em out right there sitting in the pizza joint. No one else was there at the time. In fact most times we stopped not more than a few other customers were there. I suppose because we were always there after lunch time in the middle of the day.
--Pizza guy #2 brought our drinks and appeared surprised but delighted. Both stared and made a fuss over Dollie’s browned boobies and nipple rings. We decided to enjoy the warm day and walked outside to watch cars and bikes go up and down busy International Drive highway, as the pizza cooked. Even though Dollie slipped her titties back in, they were mostly exposed as we sat there at a tiny table near the sidewalk and highway. People riding by and walking waved, whistled, and yelled at Dollie. She sucked this all up.
---Pizza guy yelled that our pizza was ready, asking if we wanted it out on the patio. We went inside to eat one of the best pizza’s ever. Yes, we’ve said that before at other places where they advertise “the best pizza in the world.”
In the world we were in at the moment this was it! Sometime later we discovered another “world’s best pizza” joint nearly across the street. Maybe it really was the best!
---At least one male customer came in as we ate, drank, and visited with both pizza guys and that customer. The discussion was about biker babes and boobs mostly, using Dollie’s for reference. Paid, handed Pizza guy #1 a tip. I pulled Dollies tiny top down and said, “here’s the rest of your tip.” Then we left. I know, you’re thinking, what’s this got to do with pussy?
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