[ModelT-MsDollie]

Some of these stories turned into tales of our lives. But there's still a little fun in here someplace.

Fifty Three years of fun and games
Oct 13th,2010 was our fifty third wedding anniversary.

---With so many things happening, we had no real plans for celebrating. Since it was always midweek, and I worked for a living, we usually just went to a local restaurant to eat. Sometimes Dollie fixed a home cooked meal. A few times I totally forgot. Not a good thing !
---But in our earlier anniversaries we often went to eat then a strip club. Dollie loved those places as much as I. She’d dress like a Stripper and get a lot of attention. We hadn’t done that for many years. Man time flies!
--- Since moving to Florida we first went up to Panama City Beach right on the Gulf for a few days and nites. We often ended up in the nearby H(.)(.)TERS.
---Later, we spent our anniversaries going a few days early to Daytona Biketoberfest. We’d end up in a tittie bar or a Biker Bar, after eating supper. Almost like the good ole days in Illinois. We had no plans for Biketoberfest this year.
---We’d recently met a mini skirt pervert in town who told us of an adult bookstore adult movie house around fifty miles from home. This was a kinky idea for our anniversary. But my plans were more romantic. We’d take the short thirty drive to scenic Cedar Key. I figured we’d walk around the small island town playing tourist, eat a light lunch, maybe go to the beach or a boat ride around the small islands, then have supper in one of those quaint restaurants on the Gulf. After that, we’d just sip some beer or wine and watch the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico.
--- After spending weeks laying tile and laminate wood flooring, we were both ready to get the hell out of the house for a day. For weeks Dollie was planning places to stay for several nights. With other problems, I was afraid to leave the house unattended. Another reason we missed Biketoberfest again. When I explained repeatedly, her final answer was just forget it, we’ll stay home.
--- On the morning of our anniversary I gave Dollie my two choices… or pick a place she’d like to go to for the day. She was being difficult. How did I stay with this woman fifty three years ? Dollie didn’t want to just go out for a day. But the idea of playing horny newlyweds again sounded like fun. She choose to go to the adult shop and watch an X-rated movie or two. I’m not sure but I believe this is one of those places where single men or couples go into a tiny room alone. I still thought the Cedar Key sightseeing trip was more romantic and better suited for a fifty third anniversary celebration. But it was Dollie’s choice.
---Now….what to wear. Since this was a bit more formal than my typical shorts and t-shirt attire, I put on a pair of new jeans and a long sleeved western type blue shirt with pearl buttons. It wasn’t a wedding or funeral so that’s about as dressed as I was gonna get. Now for Dollie. This could take awhile. It didn’t ! The very first gown she put on was a winner to me. Ankle length, slit nearly thigh high up one side, body hugging with shiny swirls on a deep maroon material. Very low cut in back with a few tiny string straps around her back and over each shoulder. Best of all, her boobs were mostly exposed. Both nipples were slightly peeping out. Both birds on her tittie tattoo in full view. I was actually shocked she’d wear something like that on this occasion.
---After trying on several more gowns, most equally revealing, varied lengths, tight, and sexy, she settled on that first gown. All were the type a woman would wear to a prom, New Years party, or other formal event. None could be worn with a bra unless she wanted to look like a redneck. To be extra kinky, she also wore no panties. Now I remember why I stayed with her fifty three years !
---I actually wanted Dollie to wear the gown she’d worn to the BBQ restaurant we’d stopped at on our way home from Illinois. With her clothes still in suitcases, the truck, and closets, and the condition our place has been in lately, she couldn’t find it. (We'd been trashed during vacation) But, the gown she chose was just as flattering and nearly as revealing. Again, since I felt this was her day, I let her decide what to wear. Could have been jeans and T-shirt, mini skirt, or that fancy evening gown. I was very pleased that she chose the low cut gown.
--- By the time we got on the road and headed East, it was after noon. Not really thinking or planning ahead, we found the place….. closed ! Of course, stores such as this are usually only opened evenings, or perhaps just weekends. Silly me ! Dollie wasn’t really upset. In fact, we were both now very hungry. We had food on our minds. I wandered haphazardly around the small town and along both intersecting highways looking for a nice little restaurant…. and a bar. The reason for searching for a bar was to show Dollie off a bit and see if we could find out about the Adult Shop. Since it was very hot outside, a cold drink didn’t seem like such a bad idea either. We found a small BBQ joint but no bars or night clubs. We passed on the BBQ.
---South of Gainesville is a truck stop strip club we’d been to several times with friends for birthdays and other occasions. Food was good, dancing girls very friendly. Besides, they bare ALL ! We were East of Gainesville. I don’t have a GPS and didn’t even have an atlas with me. But I sorta knew the place was that-a-way…. South !
---We ended up in horse country near Ocala. Beautiful rolling scenic hills, fancy horse farms, a nice drive with very little traffic. Eventually I found the interstate highway and passed under it. The same highway that the strip club truck stop was on. Only problem was that the little country roads we were driving on had no ramps on or off the highway.
I wandered in a Northerly direction as best I could, noticing the fuel gauge on our gas guzzling Hemi powered truck was wandering closer to the empty mark.As Dollie said “ we are together and having a good time. We’ll find the place sometime today.” And, in a very short time, I spotted a sign for a small town with an East-West road ahead. Turning East, sure enough there was a ramp to the interstate. Problem was…… which way is the tittie bar ? It had to be North. And it was.
--- As things turned out, we were treated almost like celebrities, after Dollie mentioned it being our anniversary. We had a nice meal and saw lots of titties and pussy. When they advertise that THEY BARE ALL, they ain’t kidding ! Those pretty girls bend over, climb poles, spread wide, and fondle their own breasts while smiling and gyrating for great lengths of time. By sitting up at the stage, donating dollar bills, they will stick that bare spread thing almost right in your face. Of course, while sitting back farther, eating, and being entertained, pussys, c*nt lips, and bouncing boobies are still constantly displayed in all their glory for anyone near enough to see the stage or any of the many mirrors. We were seated directly across from the stage so no mirrors were necessary. Yet handy for viewing things not aimed our way.
---Most gals had a few tattoos. When Dollie made comments about them the girls asked to see her exposed tittie birds. Dollie ended up showing all her other tattoos. Nearly everyone, dancing girls, and male customers, got a peek at Dollie’s ass and titties. A few saw more, depending which mirror they were looking at. Even with six beautiful young women showing their bare boobs and spread c*nt, Dollie got attention too. Been a long time since I’ve seen that much naked exposed pussy in one place. Made eating our meal rather challenging at times.
---Something that makes me proud. Rarely are there female customers in those type places. Usually if so, they are gals picked up by strangers, or just lovers. The only women in this place that afternoon were the strippers, waitresses, and cashier. Dollie was welcomed and treated politely by customers and employees. Also, how many wives or girlfriends would give their partner dollar bills to buy a close up view of a pussy ? Dollie did because I had no small bills with me. She even walked up and chatted with one of the gals who was showing me her small spread pussy only inches away.
---The girls love talking to and teasing customers. I placed another dollar in her garter and mentioned I’d sure love to reach up there and spread that pretty little thing wider. Later there were two slim beautiful black strippers on stage. I told Dollie that it’s been years since I’ve seen a black c*nt up close. She slipped me a wad of dollar bills and I sauntered up and sat down in front of the black gal who’d been smiling and flirting with me now and then. Before I even had any money out, she was spreading her long lean legs and displaying that black lipped pink hole. With each dollar I put into her garter, she gyrated and wiggled that wide spread pink thing within inches of my face. I could almost smell and taste it ! When she asked if I’ve ever seen a black Pussy before I had to tell her about some old girlfriends of many years ago. Yes, it was just like the good ole days back home. Fifty three years of fun and games and still having fun together.
---Hey, there’s more ! As we stood at the cashier’s desk, the backside of the entrance counter, a young man entered. He didn’t have cash and was not allowed to enter. I got one of those kinky brain stormin ideas. I told Dollie that the poor guy didn’t get to see any bare boobies. She should go outside and show him her titties as we leave. Dollie was game for that game. But the man had already left while we were getting directions for a scenic shortcut home.
---I took some pictures of Dollie standing in front of the Club, as the man returned. No cameras or phones allowed inside. He had gone across the street to a gas station to get cash. In an ornery mood, Dollie and I told him our previous plans. The guy loved the idea, although he was now ready to enter. He also couldn’t take his eyes off Dollie’s nipples peeking out. I informed this total stranger that there were six beautiful dancing girls inside. But only two had nice sized titties. The others tiny erect boobs. I asked if he’d like to see a pair of bigger tits before entering the Club. A quick yes! How much?
--- Since they have surveillance cameras, according to the signs, I had Dollie stand under the entrance overhang, near the building. I should have charged him a cover charge. He loved Dollie’s boobs ! Taking this to the next level, I told him he was going to get to see six bare young c*nts inside. Would he like to see a 70 year old pussy ? Like who’s going to say no ? I hadn’t asked Dollie about doing this. Yet, she didn’t hesitate to pull her slit dress apart and up to her waist.
---In all honesty, all he got to see was that Dollie had no panties on, her belly button tattoo, and her pubic fuzz. Still, we all got a cheap thrill. The man wandered up to the entrance door, then stopped. As I put my camera away and hooked my seat belt, he walked back, close to the front of our truck. He just stood there staring, sort of in a daze. I just know he wanted to say something. But he didn’t. Dollie and he waved at each other. As I drove off, he went inside the Club. Yes, after fifty three years, Dollie is still just as ornery and daring as ever.
Since this is actually a truck stop with several tractor-trailer rigs parked in an adjoining lot, I drove slowly through the truck area, looking for a photo opportunity. I had planned on maybe having Dollie pose next to a few big rigs for pictures. But, I didn’t stop. I did spot a big black dude who was in the Club earlier. He was headed for his tractor-trailer. On a roll and in a very kinky mood, I asked Dollie if she’d be willing to show that guy a pair of big hooters. Like I mentioned, there really weren’t any large titties in the tittie bar.
---I first made small talk about having fun inside. Then asked if he’d be interested in seeing a pair of older larger boobs. “Maybe”, was his answer. After looking in the driver’s window across at Dollie in that low gown, his answer became “sure, why not ?” Dollie whipped em out of her gown and the man thanked us both. Hell, I’m on a roll ! After he said those were some really big firm lookin tits I asked if he’d like to feel them. Don’t remember his exact words. But it didn’t take that big guy long to walk around our truck and rub one of Dollies’ titties briefly. All he said was “ those things are big and soft.” Some more small talk and thanks from us all. I just told him I was a retired trucker and I was repaying for some of the cheap thrills I had gotten over the years.
--- I remembered that big black trucker putting dollar bills into girls’ garters and starring at their pussys. I asked him when was the last time he saw an older pussy. His answer was “never.” Dollies’ top was still below her bare boobs. When she lifted and spread the slit gown open, then raised her ass upward off the seat, exposing her pubic area to him, she was mostly nude. Really not a pussy shot then either. But it’s the thought that counts. Notice, I had asked Dollie about showing the trucker her titties. I had not asked her about letting him feel them or to show her Pussy. She just did it, like a good little sex slave ! Dollie has never liked being bound but enjoys being a slave.
---Rather than the busy highways home,I was going to take the back country roads we were told about. Since that Club doesn’t serve alcohol, we hadn’t had our anniversary drink yet. There is a friendly little bar in a small town not far from home we’d be passing later.Dollie didn’t feel that wearing her evening gown was proper for that biker bar. She told me she had other things in the truck to change to. Without first looking for something to put on, Dollie slipped off her gown, sitting there in the truck completely naked. She stayed that way, as I drove through more horse farm back country roads. She was enjoying the AC blowing on various body parts and the hot sun on her bare boobies. This part is already in a story. But our stories often do overlap.
---I had to make a stop then right turn at a tiny corner grocery store next to the two roads. There were several men sitting in a pickup truck and a few more in front of the store. Being ornery, I told Dollie we should stop and ask for directions. Her answer was a simple “okay.” Might have been fun ! Figuring this might not be the smartest move, I made my turn and kept driving. Yep, getting older. Cell phones and modern cameras also make a difference.
---Perhaps thirty minutes later I suggested she look for something to put on. Dollie dug around in the truck and came up with a very short micro mini skirt that zipped up the front and a blouse which looked like a doily thingie. Sort of a wrap with a hole for her head. No arms or sides, very revealing, with large knitted type holes. Kinda looked sexy. But, as she moved around, nothing was really covered. If she lifted an arm slightly, an entire bare breast was exposed. And her nipples showed through the large openings. More of a thing she may wear over a low gown like she had worn, for semi coverage. Dollie asked if I thought it was okay for the bar. “Like NO ! You’re topless !” But I did tell her it was fine if that’s what she wanted to wear. I believe she was testing me. Or we were testing each other.
---She dug deeper into her stash of sex clothes in the center consol-seat area. She always brings an assortment for special occasions such as this. Dollie found a nice sexy halter type blouse which left a lot of tit exposed on each side and in the center. The same top which she’d worn in Illinois this past summer at several places. Her bird tittie tat showed. With care, her nipples remained covered. Good enough for a quick stop at the small town bar.
--- Every seat was taken at the bar. But, with a few friendly patrons, a couple of extra stools appeared. Dollie got a lot of attention and we were both congratulated for many years of putting up with each other. A couple of cold draft beers and our anniversary celebration was over.
--- As we headed home Dollie said this was one of the best wedding anniversaries in a long time. Yea, I think so too! Even the rides through the quiet country back roads were fun. Most of all, it was unplanned.
Can’t wait till the 54th. ! So what did you young people do on your wedding anniversary?
Oct 13th, 2011, 54th anniversary came and went and we did nothing. Everyday isn't exciting! But we are still together and alive!