[ModelT-MsDollie]

GAME THREE----Lookin for a Candid Daleshot Truck Game

---More than a month went by and we’d talked a lot about those two Candid Camera type Daleshot games. Dollie admitted it was fun both times. But these games were not really games we’d planned. They just happened, as so many of our games seem to do. This is the advantage of being ready and being dressed to thrill. But now we wanted to play by our rules and create our own Candid Camera Daleshot truck game.
----We decided to go out and actually play a few Candid Camera Truck Daleshot games. You know, games where you surprise people where and when they least expect it. Dollie put on a very tiny mini skirt. This one was an old standby blue jean skirt along with one of her button down low blouses. Again, those items and shoes, nothing more. The skirt wasn’t as bad as some, she could actually wear this one in public. We had no idea where to go to find a Daleshot truck partner so I just headed north out of town. Pulled into a small filling station and just sat there awhile. Parked in a small bar parking lot and killed some more time. Stopped along the river at a small boat landing. All places had a few vehicles in the parking lots. But no one was coming or going and it just didn’t feel right. Yes, I had backed in all places with decent privacy for our game.
---Took a ride thru a small town on the Gulf and parked at the end of a tiny point where there was camping and fishing available. Again I was parked where the rear of the truck had privacy, unless a fishing boat pulled up. This would be no problem because we would see and hear one if it did. No one around but at least we could look at the Gulf and eat the lunch Dollie had packed.
--- We were sitting at a picnic table under a pole type shelter, Dollies blouse mostly unbuttoned. Again, sitting with her bare ass on the table seat. Two bikers rode down, parked just beyond the shelter, and walked along the shoreline kickin rocks. Hardly seemed to notice us. We finished and wandered over to look at their motorcycles while they were still several hundred feet away.
----Maybe finally noticing us, Dollie’s outfit, or worried about their bikes, they headed back. We’d never seen them around and wondered if they lived nearby. After small talk found out they were from Florida, but nearer Miami, a long way from here. Since Dollie wore a tit showin top, which means it was also a bird tattoo showin top, the conversation soon went to tits and tats. Both of them also had tattoos. See how Dollie’s tattoos have made our job of playing booby games easier?
----Dollie had no problem showing those young men her tittie birds and her butt rose. Would she show them her honeybees and bellybutton wreath? I figured she would. Yet we were here to play our Daleshot truck game. I stopped Dollie before she could even agree to show her honeypot honeybees. Changing the subject, I told her I needed a bottle of water from the back of the truck. She understood. I asked the bikers to lower the tailgate for me, explaining the bad back thing, which is not really true. But what other way are we gonna get people over behind our truck?
----These two young men, (40’s ?) were giving Dollie the once over and complimenting her on her choice of skirts. It really does seem that men still love older women in mini skirts. Up went the topper door, down went the tailgate, and up went Dollie onto her hands and knees. This skirt was even better than that full skirt the last time. It was so tight and short it was immediately above Dollie‘s ass cheeks. Again, she pretended to be looking for a bottle of water, taking plenty of time to give our two new game friends a good long look at her now spread pussy.
----They looked at me, looked at that c*nt, and giggled. One asked me why I wasn’t upset or mad because they were staring. Straight-faced, I told them I’d be upset if they didn’t look. This did what I had hoped. They stared even more and began telling Dollie how nice her pussy looked. I’m thinking she thanked them then crawled backward to get down off the tailgate. No tit shot this time. But she’d already showed both boobs when showing them her tittie tattoos earlier.
----We stood behind the truck talking about motorcycles and bike events…plus tits and ass, for over an hour. One of the bikers brought up the honeybee tattoos again. Once more, Dollie sat up on the tailgate and lay back. As she did her skirt pretty much went up automatically as she slid onto the tailgate. But to make sure the bikers got a good look at her bellybutton wreath too, she worked the skirt up to her waist. Not sure how her tits ended up out of the top. Either they slipped out or she pulled them out. There she lay, basically naked.
---This time her legs were hanging down. One biker stood next to the tailgate on each side of Dollie’s legs. Couldn’t gotten any closer to her. Dollie asked them if they could see all five honeybees. The lower tattoo wasn’t fully visible so they said no. Dollie told them to spread her legs or whatever they needed to do to get a good look. Both bikers spread a leg apart then pushed her crotch even wider to count the tattoos. Even then Dollie’s c*nt was barely spread. Looked more like a slit or sideways mouth.
----One biker mentioned feeling those two bare boobs, the other mentioned spreading that pussy wider and fucking it. Now it was my turn. I told them they can do pretty much anything they would like except stick a cock in her. Both bikers looked at me and said something like “REALLY”. In no time they were both fondling Dollie’s tits as one of them spread her c*nt wide and began finger-fucking her.
----Not sure if it was to be fair to the other, or because his hand was tired, they switched off masturbating Dollie awhile longer. Time stood still. I’m guessing a good half hour was spent playing with Dollie’s c*nt and tits. Even then, several cars and pick up trucks circled the parking lot and left. A few fishermen parked on the far side of the little peninsula but no one came near where we were. My job was to keep watch, which I did, as I watched Dollie get a good workout .
----So far, this new game was working out super. But it still wasn’t being played according to my plans. I didn’t get to ask those questions or even mention this was a preplanned contest or Candid Camera game. Again, it was the two bikers who had to leave. Dollie hugged them both, thanking them. I shook hands and thanked them too. Both repeatedly thanked us for a memorable afternoon and told us to look for them at Daytona during a bike event. Dollie and I jokingly told them then we can do this again. Both loved that idea. Ya never know!