[ModelT-MsDollie]

More pizza and more pussy. Let the games begin.

---Cum again with me for our first ever vacation in New Orleans. We’d heard about how wild it got during Mardi Gras’ and other times. Seemed like the right place to go. Original plans were to ride the old Harley Panhead Hydraglide with tank shift down along the Mississippi River and spend a week right in downtown New Orleans. Dollie kept packing more and more kinky clothes, mostly biker babe type things, so we ended up taking our car. Chances of thunderstorms may have played a part in the change of plans.
---Musta been about 1968. The factory where I worked shut down in July for vacations. That’s when we had to go anywhere. Had the two boys and Dollie was not yet pregnant with our soon to be daughter born in 1970. Dollie’s mother was willing to watch the boys for the full two weeks. Whenever this was, the weather was great but possible storms predicted. I remember we did hit those storms for awhile, half way down there.
---Had reservations just off Bourbon Street in what I’d call a bed and breakfast, with out the food. It was a small hotel type place among family dwellings. Ya gotta go there to understand how they live in the French Quarter.
---Bourbon street and the narrow cross roads became our playground. Only left New Orleans to take a few scenic drives along each side of the lower Mississippi River and a few trips to check out the swamps and fishing villages. In the French Quarter, we were tit flashed and Dollie flashed---a lot. Even police seemed to turn their heads or enjoy the views. We were told that it’s okay inside most places, outside it was possible to be arrested. Usually only if the gals remained exposed too long or drew a crowd. Worked for us on many vacations there.
---For days I was in heaven. It was everything we heard and more. Gals flashing from the sidewalks, bars, and hangin boobs over those wrought iron balcony rails. We’d stopped in a small biker bar which served good pizza, we were told. Cagin food and we were eatin pizza? Mostly a young crowd hung out there. The biker babes were not a bit shy about showing their tits, ass, and pussy when the guys asked… or even when they didn’t. We liked the pizza and the free entertainment. We were in our late 20’s and used to Dollie letting it all hang out. She did well. Bike Nite was coming up and we were told it gets even wilder, ya‘all come back for bike nite.
---Bike Nite at the bar just off Bourbon Street………… Dollie wore a micro mini skirt and only a vest for a top, both biker black. She’d been showing a few pussy shots while in wilder bars ever since we’d arrive in New Orleans and planned on doing it at the biker bar, if other girls did. She was like many women, she’d show skin if someone else did. And this is why we went to New Orleans. Mini skirts and even shorter skirts were in style in the 60-70’s. My favorite time period.
----Still early. Maybe a dozen bikes out front and several dozen male and female bikers inside, plus a few tourists in shorts and skimpy tops. Hell I was seein tits and pussy before we walked inside. The pussy part when watching pantyless mini skirt wearing gals get off the bikes. The tit part was easy because some gals inside were topless. As more arrived more removed their tops. Yep, Dollie too! At first she’d unhooked the few buttons on her vest and it was gaping open. This was as soon as she spotted others topless or hangin out. Told ya, she was a copy cat.
---We were suckin on a beer and I was takin in the view. Yes, even checkin an occasional pussy. Then things changed----for the better. In walked 4 or 5 skinny young gals, maybe 20ish wearing very little. Most in cheek showin micro mini skirts. They headed for a nearby table, tops soon off and a few raising their pantyless skirts when guys yelled kinky compliments. Even though the scenery was already great it seemed like all eyes turned to the 4 or 5, maybe 6 skinny sexpots. Ours eyes too!
---As they sipped their drinks and began looking around at their audience, they saw Dollie sitting on her bare ass, now no top and titties proudly displayed. Lady like, Dollie had her legs together. Those gals were far from ladylike. All thin, with long thin lanky legs. The kind of legs with space between for easy beaver viewing. Soon all spread wide, displaying pink pussys to anyone in the correct viewing angle. I believe I spied at least three cute little spread c*nts, eventually others, as the gals wiggled, turned, and moved about. Admittedly I’m guessing on how things transpired and what was said. But this is roughly how it happened. At least in my mind.
---Dollie was maybe four to six years older, tits twice as large as the biggest of the bunch. But they all looked great to me. A couple of those gals walked seductively over and complimented Dollie, asking if I was her husband or lover. Dollie said both, making me feel good. Some talk about tits and ass and soon they were braggin. “We ain’t afraid to show our c*nts to anyone who wants to look. I’ll bet you’re wearing granny panties, ain’t you?”
---I’ll bet we were both grinnin like Cheshire cats. Not even sure if either of us bothered to answer. I remember Dollie uncrossing her legs, spreading them wide, and lifting her already too short mini skirt further up. Those two girls, and pretty much everyone within viewing range gasped and said things like “oh my and oh shit!” Half dozen sexy cute pussy and tit showing horny gals but Dollie stole the show!
---We were both invited to join the group of exhibitionist gals. Someone moved our tables together and I ended up between 5 or 6 topless skinny women and Dollie. Fondled a few titties and rubbed a few c*nts. Sometime during the tit and pussy rubbing, my cock emerged from where my zipper used to be. A few gals ended up in my pants and up Dollie’s skirt. Well where her skirt should have been. Life was good.
---They enjoyed our stories of how we play tit games and we loved theirs. Not often we’d find like minded tit and pussy showin people but we somehow lucked out. Whether any were married or not I can’t remember. No men were with them ---The entertainment around our tables caused other lovely ladies to put on their own pussy and titties shows throughout the bar room. Oh yea, we did order and eat pizza and drink some more beer. Can’t remember having Anchovies on mine but faintly remember the smell of fish on my fingers that evening.