[ModelT-MsDollie]

PECKERS and PIZZA
--------or PENIS’ and PIZZA-------------------finally !
I’ll skip the basic quickie Jack-off games and get right to a few rare surprises.

RETIRED BUT NOT DEAD---------- I’ll start with some masturbation sessions I received shortly after retiring to Florida at two separate pizza places. Both times were so much fun my lovely lady repeated the sessions a few times a year for many more years when possible. She said she was gettin even for all the years I drove her wild in public.
---Dollie enjoyed teasin and pleasing me while the young, sometimes middle aged, waitresses fussed over our table. In time these gals became our table side friends, which made it even more difficult for me. And, as you know, women sense strange things happening. Our secret leaked out with two waitresses. What was scary is knowing women can’t keep a secret. How many more employees eventually knew? The cooks? The clean-up crew? Speaking of the clean-up crew, did anyone figure out what those dried up piles of gooey stuff were on the carpet? Gosh ain’t love grand.
---The stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any similarity of people and places is pure dumb luck. Pizza Joint #1. I’ll just say it wasn’t too far from home and we never expected such a thing to happen at our advanced ages, 55 for me, 53 for Dollie. We’d eaten at the Pizza Palace several times since retiring. We enjoyed the small balcony area with the low wall separating it from the main dining area below. (These descriptions fit two popular fish joints we also used for our games).
---We usually went in mid day when very few others were there, but we liked looking out over the open table area. There was only one way in and out of this elevated area with perhaps 6 to 8 tables. We also could see the entrance, the reception area, and doors to and from the kitchen. Anytime a waitress walked out we had plenty of time for Dollie to slip her tittles back in when we saw the waitress heading toward the few steps up to where we were seated. We’d eaten down below so knew that we could be seen only from the shoulders up.
---Once I began wearing shorts I kept wearing them shorter. I figured if I was gonna get my legs tanned I didn’t want a goofy golfer tan. And another secret I had was I’d stopped wearing underwear soon after we married, which was in late 1957. Dating, I often went without. But living with grandparents I had to wear boxer shorts around home and during school.
---Beginning about spring of 1958 I began swingin free. Still, I didn’t wear regular shorts for several more years. And real men wore long shorts! But times and I changed. With the shorter shorts I had to be careful just how short they were and how I sat. The legs of the shorts were usually loose, making it easy for Dollie to creep up my pants. She was as cock crazy as I was tittie and pussy crazy. Strangely she rarely touched another man’s prick.
--Again I wondered off topic to do some splainin! Back to the Pizza Palace. We sat up on the balcony so I could fondle Dollie’s bare boobies. We never tired of this. Of course playing with titties gave me an erection. Odds are Dollie just reached under the table to see how much of a rise she was getting out of me. Dollie probably just pulled my cock out. This is where that plaid full skirted tablecloth came in handy. She began stroking it slowly. Most often this was all she’d do. Prick teaser! Maybe I said “ I dare you to keep pumping.” Maybe she said “ do you dare me to keep playing with it?” Whatever, she was stroking it good when the waitress arrived to take our order. I remember Dollie had her hands above the table as we ordered. One of us most likely dared the other to have her resume the masturbating after the waitress left. We did a lot of daring back then!
--Seems like a young couple sat nearby and soon a waitress was there to take their order. I remember Dollie stopped pumping but still held my cock. I dared, probably begged, her to keep pumping because I was about to ejaculate. Dollie gave me “the look” and just held my prick. Begging and daring her, she went at it long stroking fast. She knew what would happen but sometimes begging pissed her off. When she was pissed she’d play rough! The pretty little waitress and pretty little female with a young man seemed to be staring. Yet they had no idea what was happening under that table when I exploded into the air. I warned Dollie to keep it pointed straight out and please don’t stop. She did good!
---Our pizza arrived, my pecker drained on the floor and probably on the edge of the chair. We giggled, ate, drank, Dollie reached under the table and helped wipe my cock off, and we left a nice tip.
---We had repeat performances at the Pizza Palace many times for the next 10 years. Waitresses came and went. I came and went. For many years we had the same waitress, Sandy. I’d ejaculate before, after, or during times Sandy was standing next to our table talking. There were times Sandy questioned why I was making funny sounds and lookin goofy.
---Sandy was no dummy. One day Sandy told us she knew what we’ve been doing. Possibly the semen stained carpet was a giveaway. Possible it was when I was gasping for breath and gritting my teeth. She’d already caught Dollie with her titties hanging on the table long ago. We talked kinky with Sandy before and she knew about some of our tit games. Sandy described what we were doing as she spoke. “Tell me or I’m going to look.” I believe I’d just shot a wad or was about to. She agreed to keep our secret. After Dollie and I admitted we were dirty ole perverts Sandy hugged Dollie and kissed me on the cheek. She said it is great we are so much in love. Then Sandy said “I’m still gonna look under the tablecloth to make sure.” Or something like that. OMG, and comments about my dripping prick.
--After that Sandy brought extra napkins and begged us to please use them. “The clean-up crew is getting mad cleaning up your messes.” Sandy often asked Dollie to masturbate me while she visited us at the table. Sandy watched the expressions on my face, telling me she usually knew when I was going to ejaculate.
---I might have told her she couldn’t guess. Then she would say something like “you better get some napkins you’re about to cum.” Things were getting kinky and more than I could handle. Sometimes Sandy raised the tablecloth in time to watch the semen shoot out on the carpet. It was always embarrassing. Sandy enjoyed watching Dollie’s final pumps and my ejaculatory performance.
--- Sandy was around her mid 40’s . Another young waitress later told us Sandy squealed to co workers. We were afraid management may find out so didn’t return for several years.
Sandy is long gone.