[ModelT-MsDollie]

GAME SIX----Daleshot truck games at The four wheeler Bar

---Seems like there are a hundred small bars around where we live. I class them as three types. Redneck truck bars, biker bars, and neighborhood bars where workin men, farmers, hunters, and fishermen hang out. This is just my general description. They all overlap and sometimes are difficult to classify. I’m not including the big city yuppy and hippy bars or the other fancy joints. We go to the good ole boy hangouts in the boonies.
---Most have very few customers except on weekends and holidays. But all we’ve stopped in have friendly staff and local customers. These small-town and edge of town bars are good for tit games, both watchin and showin. Since we are both on so many medications, we rarely drink anymore. One or two beers has been our limit for years when we do go out.
---Dollie was wearin an indecently short tight skirt and a low thin tank top. We weren’t doing anything except taking a ride in the boonies and lookin at nature. We’d been past that little bar many times but never stopped in. A few ratty lookin jacked up trucks in the parking lot. I had backed into a front row spot away from the door and single picture window, even though playing games wasn‘t on our minds. I guess it was now a habit.
---This area is four-wheeler country and a lot of younger people love mud boggin. The barmaid and maybe half dozen redneck customers were inside. They were friendly and seemed happy we stopped in. Besides the young bartender, there were two cute young girls drinking beer with four or five young guys. The girls went wild over Dollie’s clothing, especially her micro-mini skirt. After everyone in the little bar gathered around, introducing themselves, one girl lifted the back of Dollie’s skirt, asking her if she had anything under there. The girl said something like “whoops, she don’t.” Everyone began making comments about Dollie’s tittie tattoos and large nearly bare boobs. Looked like this was gonna be a fun afternoon.
--- The other girl and most of the boys hadn’t seen Dollie’s ass so the second gal asked Dollie if she could peek. Dollie answered something like “sure.” This gal lifted the left rear of the tiny tight skirt revealing Dollie’s rose tattoo on the left cheek. Everyone loved it and seemed shocked that they saw no panties. A few asked if she was wearing a thong or tiny panties. Of course Dollie said “no, nothing.” They wanted proof, asking to get a better look at the rose tattoo. Using both hands, Dollie pulled up the rear of her skirt, exposing her ass fully. Everyone examined the rose closely. Maybe her ass too! Truthfully only Dollie’s ass was showing during this viewing. She hadn’t bent over or spread her legs.
---The cute bartender asked what we’d like to drink, brought two draft beers, and someone paid. The conversation switched to Dollie’s tits and tats. Her tank top was already revealing much booby. She asked if it was okay to pull them out and show her tattoos. There was a unanimous “yes.” Dollie’s tits were looked at, one girl rubbed Dollie’s hummingbird tattoo, and we drank our beers.
--- I was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. Everyone else was dressed pretty much like me or wearing bib overalls. Since it was cool outside, Dollie was getting chilled being nearly nude in the bar. She said she needed a jacket. Someone offered theirs but Dollie said she’d get one out of our truck. IDEA! We both have jackets and sweaters in the backseat of our pick up. We also have extra clothes in the topper. I told Dollie we could get her jacket out of the truck topper if someone would open the tailgate for me. I explained my phony sore back. Pretty near all the guys offered. Dollie said we only need one helper. Yes, she knew my plan! What if they all went outside?
---I don’t know how we convinced the others to stay in the bar, but only one young guy followed us out to the truck. I say young, as most were mid 20’s-40’s. Kinda young to be foolin around with us old farts. But they seemed to be havin as much fun as we were. This would be our youngest Daleshot truck Candid Camera game partner but far from the youngest for regular Daleshots. Guessing he was around 35. But as long as they are over 21 we feel pretty good about it.
---Dollie prefers older men because our own boys are now grown ups. She feels creepy with anyone too young. Altho now that we are over the hill, every partner is younger. Actually, most games are kinkier with guys less than 30. Older people have seen and done most adult things. Dollie didn’t have to do this. She could have just gotten a jacket from the cab of the truck. She is never forced to play any game.
---By now you know the routine. Open topper lid and tailgate, Dollie crawls inside, looks for jacket, turns around, crawls out. Shows spread pussy getting in. Shows bare boobs getting out. This turned out to be an extended viewing! Dollie spent a lot of time looking for a jacket which gave our young friend plenty of time to study the scenery. Whether she was in a hurry or not, looking in her clothing bag and finding the jacket was gonna take some time and we both knew it. The young guy loved it! I really believe Dollie could have gotten her jacket much faster but was loving the way this young guy was describing what he saw.
---Finally, I get to actually ask questions, explain that this is only a Candid Camera game. Then we waited for his responses. Only problem is this young guy has never heard of Candid Camera but understands after a brief explanation. Yes, he admits he was shocked, surprised, and loved the view. After telling him about Dollie’s bees, he also wanted to see them.
----As Dollie lay on her back in the truck bed, a couple of the other guys come out to see what’s taking so long. Caught Dollie laying, legs spread slightly, skirt up to her waist, both tits out. “What’s going on?,” they asked. We just said Dollie is showing their friend her honeybee tattoos, which they see, as they walk up to the truck. After close examination, Dollie got out, put on the jacket, and we returned to the bar. We visit, have another free beer, and leave.
---We both wondered how long it was before our new Daleshot partners told the others about our game. Another fun afternoon playing fantasy games. This was one of the few Daleshot truck games that went according to my game plans. We’ve talked about stopping back at that bar to see if the same barmaid and some of those young people are there. Mostly, to see if anyone mentions our Daleshot game and the possibility of doing it with some of those other young guys who were there the first time. Someday.