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OUR NEW DRESS UP SURPRISE PARTNER and review of early dress up games.


OUR DRESS UP SURPRISE HISTORY, again.
---Way back when we first began camping and playing games I was getting Dollie to wear revealing clothes then taking her places to surprise people, and her. This soon progressed to our strip club adventures, mostly in Peoria, at first.
---The surprise games were played in many ways. I would have Dollie wear a low cut top and usually a mini dress or skirt. I’d have her put on a sweater or coat to hide what she was wearing.
#1 We’d go into a strip club or bar, she’d remove her jacket and check it in at the coat check station.
#2 I'd let her out to go into a club as I parked. This way others would think Dollie was alone. Usually one or two guys would be hitting on her already.
#3 I’d park and go inside as Dollie sat in the car. Then she would join me. All fun ways to shock and surprise the crowd and her.
---It was also her turn to surprise me often. She’d wear something revealing and put on a coat. Then she’d chose one of the above plans. The element of surprise always seemed more fun than just walking in together.
--- Now fast-forward to after 2000, retired in 1994. We were more experienced and daring by now. We had a few dress up surprise partners since retiring to Florida. They were our two regular booby game partners. For the most part only Dale took advantage of having Dollie wear revealing clothes to go out to bike events and bars other times. It was always fun. But really much like Dollie probably would have worn anyway.
---BP rarely left his motel. Never with us. Sometimes he’d have Dollie wear something he chose that she had laying around the room. BP took Dollie to visit his regular steady renters sitting outside their rooms. Basically out of work drunks. BP would fondle Dollie’s bare titties and even get her to bend over to pick up a can of beer now and then. This was after the Daleshot became popular.
---This story continues while camping in the lower east corner of Georgia one hot summer.
---We woke early, around noonish, after a late nite out drinking more than usual. I slipped into only a pair of short shorts and wandered outside with a hot cup of coffee to wait for breakfast-brunch-lunch. At that time Dollie was in her birthday suit. I had no more than sat at the nearby picnic table next to our RV when the guy from the large fancy motor coach said good morning and walked over to visit. I was shocked. It was the same dude from those two strip clubs who had been wearing a suit. At this time he was wearing shorts and a tank top. Introduced himself. All I remembered then was Joe. Joe was friendly. For some reason the main topic of discussion was titties---- strippers’ titties and Dollie’s titties. Much of this is fuzzy, as it was that morning. I do remember the discussion turned to dressing young women in sexy clothing and taking them out to surprise them and other people. Joe said he was married but, in his business, he could easily get young girls to go along with his fantasies.
--- Of course, playing dress up surprise was also one of my fantasies. We’d been playing it almost from the beginning in Illinois, as kids. And recently added others to help play the games. Loving boobs, fantasy games, and other common interests, Joe and I soon felt like old friends. Also sort of fuzzy, Joe soon became our next dress up surprise partner. All of this while Dollie slaved over a hot RV stove inside. Seeing we had company, Dollie slipped into something. Most likely shorts and a halter top or tankie top. I only remember it was cheek showin and booby revealing. Joe mentioned that. Invited Joe for breakfast-lunch and informed Dollie we had a new dress up surprise partner. Joe was likeable. Dollie liked the idea.
---During breakfast conversation Joe asked about our plans for the day. We were kinda thinking maybe a ride to the ocean and some time in the sun. That meant bikinis, picnic lunch, and long walks. Maybe booby games and photos. Joe liked the plan and asked to join. Not exactly in our plans. We love our alone times on the beach. But what the hell. Dollie and I agreed. Joe also decided this would be an ideal time for him to start being in charge of Dollie’s getting dressed. Surprise! Joe asked Dollie to bring out all of her bathing suits. As always, she had a bunch! She laid them on the picnic table, after cleaning up our meal messes. Joe quickly shuffled them around, picking out the tiniest bikini top and bottom he could find. (Nuther note) Dollie had bought a large amount of mixed bikinis at a Daytona hurricane clearance sale for like 50 cents and $1 each piece. She’d bought some way too small.
---Of course, being much like me, Joe chose the tiniest triangle string top he could find. Bottom didn’t match but was equally too tiny! Gave our word. New partner. New friend. New dress up game. After all, we were going to a secluded ocean beach, right? So Dollie and I went inside to get ready for our surprise afternoon with a total stranger.
---Dollie’s top barely covered her tittie tips. Meat was exposed on sides, top, and bottom of her boobs. The bottom didn’t hide her ass cheeks or last few inches of upper butt crack. I wore a bikini also. Joe wore a Speedo. We all put on shorts and T-shirts and were ready for our Saturday afternoon dress up surprise. Actually, for Dollie, it was no longer a surprise. But even I got a surprise!
---Joe suggested we use his car rather than my large Chevy van. We hadn’t seen a car at the next campsite. As we walked around the large motor home, there it was. A larger than life silver Mercedes sedan. Bigger than a Lincoln. Dark brown leather and Burl wood interior. “You drive”, Joe told me. I’d never been in a Mercedes except for one time in an older Gullwing coupe. Biggest car I’d driven were older Buicks and Oldsmobile’s. Hell yes, I’ll drive!
---Then it got a little kinky and scary. Joe opened a rear door and let Dollie in. He then slipped in beside her! I adjusted the rearview mirror and watched Joe all the way to the ocean. An hour, give or take. Joe rubbed Dollie’s titties and legs, as he commented on her lookin hot. Other than that he was a gentleman. With his directions, I was soon parking in a small lot along a highway, next to the ocean. Large endless beach with many people. It was a Saturday afternoon. Still have no idea where we were that day.
---Removed our shirts and shorts, Joe took a large camera type bag from the trunk, and we headed for an uncrowded piece of beach. On the way, Joe had bragged about being an amateur photographer. I sorta expected a photo session at the beach. It was. We helped Joe set up a few of those reflector things and a couple of cameras on tripods. The photographing began.
--- I guess other bathers thought Joe and Dollie were professionals. A crowd gathered. Might have had something to do with Joe soon removing Dollie’s tiny top and adjusting her bottom to different levels of exposure. Thought sure he was gonna remove her bottom or ask Dollie to. That wasn’t in our surprise, yet we hadn’t really mentioned body parts other than boobs. Aside from pulling her bottom down close to her pussy and taking a few of those Coppertone ass shots, Dollie’s bikini bottom remained on.
---Then the Cops! We weren’t far from some small highway and parking lot. Apparently those two policemen were concerned about the growing crowd on the beach. Dollie was politely asked to put her top back on. She was also informed her swimsuit wasn’t really legal for this public beach. Joe took over. He and the cops walked toward the parking lot talking. Have no idea what happened but the police car left and Joe came back to do some more topless picture taking with Dollie. I’ve said it before---money talks. Maybe not cash. But just having it seems to help.
---I believe we stopped at a few other scenic areas along the beach and Joe got a few more photos. Then it was back to the campground. As I drove back, Joe fondled Dollie’s boobs this time. He also made plans for another dress up surprise for the next day, Sunday.
It was gonna be a relaxing fun weekend with no real plans. Now a total stranger was makin our plans for kinky dress up games. Sounded like a good plan!