I had a feeling this may be another series of stories.
Fruit Stand Friends MARTHA AND SAM #1
---We’d met an older couple while at the produce stand this week. They seemed like a fun couple and said they were into playing tit games. However they never actually called them booby games before. Just said that Martha has been wearing very revealing blouses and other tops and doing some flashing for over 30 years. Made it very clear that this is the only wild things they do. Invited us to follow them home to visit and look at some photos of Martha on their computer. An invitation I couldn’t resist. Yet I did. It was a dreary rainy day and we still had things to do, like stop for Dollie to give some blood samples, pick up prescriptions that had been ready for days, fill up the thirsty truck, get our mail from the post office, and spread our fortune throughout the town. But I was smart enough to get their phone number and address!
---Off we went to do our thing, or things. Got home in early afternoon and I headed straight for my toy, this damned computer. Dollie put away a few groceries and our prescriptions. Starting to look like a drug shack around here. As I caught up with friends in my computer fantasy world Dollie decided to do a load of laundry. She wanted the shirt off my back, as if she hadn’t taken that years ago! Dollie checked my pockets, reminding me I’m like a kid, putting things in pockets and her washing them. I’d just put the damned flannel shirt on at 8 AM and did nothing but sit in doctor’s offices and the truck. It wasn’t even broke in yet. She removed her latest doctor appointment card from that morning and a small piece of paper, from the shirt pocket.
--- We’d both forgotten all about Martha and Sam, the tit game couple. Now Dollie has a slight case of Dementia, a form of Alzheimer’s disease. Her short term memory causes her to forget appointments and things like that. Me, I just have so many other things on my mind I plum forgot. But I would have remembered after I finished playin on the computer.
---Another thing about Dolllie, once she gets something in her head about doing something, she bugs me till we do it! She wanted me to call Martha and Sam. “You call”, I told her, “I’m busy.” Yea right. Busy flirtin with Purdy gals on the internet and joking with the guys. She called and got Martha on the phone. “They want us to come over now to visit and look at those tittie pictures of Martha,” Dollie said. “But honey, it’s rainin and chilly outside, can’t we do it another day?” Me turnin down a chance to see nekkid titties? I must be getting old!
---I already knew I was gonna have to take her to visit these people. After 50+ years we’ve got each other figured out. Why do I put up with her? I was sittin in my Fruit-of-Looms and a sleeveless T-shirt. Dollie was still wearin her jeans and low blouse. “Gimme the phone and have her put Sam on”, I told Dollie. I got directions and told him we’d be there in 30 minutes. Sam said he’d start the grille and we could have burgers and beer if that was okay with us. Told me the grille was undercover from the drizzling rain. “Sounds good,” I said. “What should we bring?” “Nuthin,” Sam said.
---I pissed Dollie off some more. She wanted me to put my jeans on again. I have no hips and need to wear a tight belt to keep my pants up. I ain’t like those black dudes on the streets, pants on the ground. Jeans and a tight belt ain’t comfortable. I put on a pair of faded tan joggin pants. These are those el cheapo Dollar Store baggy kind that were dark brown till washed a few times. I’ll admit, they’re ugly. But comfort is what I’m after so I put them on. Yes, I was told I’m a slob. I knew that !
--- For some unknown reason known only to Dollie, she can’t wear the same thing twice in front of people. She went wandering through the house lookin for different slacks and a lower blouse. Our 30 minute being there became over an hour! I did stop at a quickie store and picked up a 12 pack of beer. Can’t go empty handed. That 12 pack would last us a week or two at home.
---Finally made it to Sam and Martha’s house. Wow! Martha is HOT. Martha is one of those tiny, sort of petite women. Found out she is 60 and Sam 63. Sam is also small built and lookin good for his age. One of those guys who is always smiling and laughing. Sam was wearing long shorts and a T-shirt. But Martha shocked us both. Her face is like a woman maybe 50’s. Definitely good lookin. But the body of a college gal! From a distance, the side, or rear, you could easily mistake her for a young woman. But Martha has tits! I’m gonna say g****fruit sized, and firm. Yes, I said firm!
---They are honest people. Found out she’s been flashin and wearing revealing tops since mid 70’s, shortly after she got a boob job. Those boobs are still perfectly shaped and erect. As much as I don’t have a hard-on often, I was erect too, when I saw Martha. She wore a black tight fitting mini dress. Not what we call a mini but above her knees. It was what Dollie calls a beach style dress, with string, or spaghetti straps. It was very V-cut and plunging below her Breasts, leaving all her cleavage in full view. Both boobs seemed to float above the top. Martha didn’t need no stinkin bra!
--- After introductions and sharing the beer, we were told that they met and married over 30 years ago when Sam first saw Martha dressed much like this. She’d already been into flashing and wearing sexy low tops, and the games continued since that first day. After all, Sam said, her titties got us together and have kept us together ever since. They did admit they’ve let other men fondle Martha’s boobs, but nothing more. Actually our original plans when we first began our unofficial booby games long ago.
---They both insisted we look at the many pictures of Martha and some of the people they’d met over the years, on their computer. An offer Dollie and I gladly accepted. So, here we were, both gals exposing most of their boobies, sitting and looking at more boobies. As close to heaven as I may ever get. But it got better. We looked at many photos of Martha in many different tops, many different places. And photos of Martha flashing in crowds.
---Then Sam opened another folder. He called it their BOOB FRIENDS folder. There were a hundred or more different men standing next to Martha or holding her boobs for pictures. They explained that Martha wears clothes much like this dress to go out to eat and shop in other towns. She often flashes from their car and while out taking walks on vacations. When they meet strangers, conversation turns to Martha’s titties and they offer men a chance to fondle them for a short photo shoot. All of this sounding familiar?
--- I don’t know who’s idea it was, his or hers, but the next thing we knew we were taking turns fondling Dollie’s and Martha’s boobs for a long photo shoot. Wouldn’t ya know, both of my digital cameras were sitting on my computer desk at home? “Next time”, they both assured us.
--- Time stood still. Probably several hours at least passed. Time to check the grille. Sam and I went out on the covered patio and had another beer, as Sam got the grill going again. Martha and Dollie came outside only long enough to bring the burgers. It was actually chilly by now and still raining. Both women had left their titties completely exposed, teasing us. After they went back inside, Sam began asking about our lives and past games. He was happy to hear that we don’t swap, yet Dollie is so willing to show and do almost everything else. I often repeated that we never really wanted to go beyond tit games like they play.
---We sat at the dinning room table, eating, drinking, and continually talking about our games of the past. Martha and Sam couldn’t get enough of our wilder games. Today was almost a fantasy dream. We’ve met other couples who’ve played tit games. Sadly those understanding and only into the tit games either live very far away, or we’ve lost contact with. Others, like our men friends on the East coast and toward Illinois, expect to see and do more, yet aren't willing to share their wives. Most wives don't even know about Dollie's games.
---I’ll admit, it’s our fault for letting the games get out of hand. We are trying to cut back on those nastier and more intimate type games. Even told friend Mo that we weren’t gonna meet him anymore at the boat landing. If we happen to meet at the Big Box, a little fondling and peeking will have to do. It really isn’t as much fun after the surprise is gone.
---Today was a surprise meeting with new friends Sam and Martha, and the surprises continued. Sam mentioned that later, after Martha trusts us more, perhaps Dollie can teach her to wear micro-mini skirts without panties and show her pussy. Martha giggled. Where’s this going ?
