An old Story about Mo
------THE BIG BOX STORE PERVERT RETURNS--
(Happened today May 27th. 2011 at 3PM)
I wasn't going to tell this little story. But Dollie is rethinking her life and how little time we have left. She's already talked to our friends Sam and Martha who live near. But she still needs several more men to complete her fantasy. It involves those threads about a wife in bondage.... and one woman with several men. She accidentally spoke out loud saying that looked like fun with one woman being penetrated in all three holes plus other activity. She's never done even one of those things with others. Together we looked at many pictures and she got excited. Will it happen? Maybe I should show her more pictures.
---Anyway that's why I added the Martha and Sam stories and am adding this old Mo story. It gives you readers a peak into our past with these friends. Mo is the only other player living reasonably close we trust. Somewhere we'll find at least two more men. Dollie says Martha can be her leaning post to give her courage to go on.
Cum along as you learn more about Mo.
--- It first happened in Mid-September 2010 at our local Big Box parking lot. We sometimes looked for Mr. Pervert, our mini skirt peeking friend, when we returned to shop. Dollie even occasionally wore a micro mini minus panties and a low top to tease and please our temporary kinky partner. Rare for our own hometown.
--- But, by this time we had forgotten about him and forgot what he looked like or drove. After all, it was purely by accident that we first met, and the odds were not good that we'd see him again. We'd gotten a late start going to town on this Friday morning, May 27th. 2011. It was noon before we left the house. By the time we got our mail, meds at the drug store, had lunch, and Dollie shopped at the Box, it was nearly 3PM.
--- As is often the case, I dropped her off at the door to the Big Box and parked near the garden center area. Not a good location for girl watchin. Nope, not even any goofy lookin subjects to laugh at under my breath. The thermometer in the truck was hangin around 96+ degrees and I was in the sun on asphalt. None of this was makin me feel any better! About thirty minutes had passed and Dollie assured me she only needed a few things........... Good for anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours!
--- Around 50' away a guy waved and yelled hello, as he wheeled his shopping cart my way. Slightly familiar, but couldn't really place where I knew him. Called me by name and asked how MsDollie was. I kinda sorta thought he might be Mr Pervert, the mini skirt peekin man. When I asked, he laughed and said he was..is! Basic greetings, questions, and a review letting him know we still play our kinky games. Like it was planned, Dollie came walking up to the truck carrying only a few small bags of things she couldn't live without.
---Often when going to town to shop, pick up mail, and have lunch, Dollie dresses conservatively. Maybe not what a great granny would wear, but nothing outstanding. This time a pair of blue jean shorts. Probably shorter than most older women. But not cheek showin or anything really sexy. For a top, just a plain highnecked blouse, braless of course. Not the items to flash or draw attention.
--- After a brief chat with Mr. Pervert Dollie walked around to the passenger side of the truck and got in. Happy to say she remembered our new temporary pervert friend. If you remember from the original story, he never actually saw anything except some booby cleavage and her butt cheeks that time in September 2010. But he remembered Dollie and remembered about our games. This time there was nothing exposed. No chance for fun and sexy games!
---For some reason, games have had a twist of fate in recent years. Games we planned and waited to perform for hours, just seem to happen now. We had no games planned today and Dollie was not dressed to show even a small amount of cleavage or butt cheek. As Mr. Pervert stood next to the driver's door, looking in, we talked about our recent past. This, of course, included mention of Dollie's new tattoos! As I've written many times in these closet capers, getting those tattoos was for the purpose of showing Dollie's titties. As you see from my stories, it works! But tattoos are like those familier tatter chips, ya can't have just one!
---Showing her booby tats is usually easy. Parts of them are often already showing from her top. But this was a hightop and the only way to show those tattoos, which are at her upper breasts, is to pull her blouse all the way up from the bottom. No sooner did our perverted friend ask to see Dollie's birdie tats, did she pull that blouse up to her neck, exposing both boobs and all her birdie tattoos! Mr. Pervert has a name. I'll shorten it and call him Mo from here on. Mo loved Dollie's tats. Dollie's tits. Dollie's tit tats, and he said so! But Dollie had mentioned her butt rose and mentioned something about bees on her honeypot!
---These large store parking lots have serveilance cameras, often on light poles and on the roof. I was checkin and double checkin the nearby light poles. By luck, I had parked in a fairly secluded area where the only light pole seemed to be camera free and at an angle that should have been safe. (?) Also, as long as Dollie remained seated, the truck was a natural shield from anyone walking past.
---Mo repeatedly asked to see a few of Dollie's honeybee tattoos. Those shorts were tight and awkward to pull down or open for viewing of her pubic area. But those tattoos are even farther down than just her fuzz zone. Again, Dollie loves showing her tattoos and it was her that pulled her shorts down, exposing at least three of the five bees near her honeypot. In the past, I asked, even begged, Dollie to play games and show private parts. This sometimes caused arguements, especially later. Since Dollie now enjoys our games, and is far wilder than in the past, I just stand by and enjoy her surprises.
---Mo, still lookin in the driver side window, began counting bees. He said he could only see three! Dollie was raising up above the windows, working her tight shorts still lower. I was begging her to be careful who and what she was showing. I pointed to the nearby light pole and mentioned cameras. I also told Mo that he could see much better on the other side of the truck.
--- Mo didn't hesitate to push his shopping cart around to the side where Dollie sat. This game got exciting about then. Mo knew about our special friends and our games. Without asking he began rubbing Dollie's birdie tattoos. Actually that's all he did as far as tit fondling. Mo began touching each bee tat one by one, counting them. Still only three were exposed. All this time Dollie was rasing up and working her shorts below her crotch, attempting to bare all five honeybee tattoos.
---Still feeling bees and counting, Mo's other hand disappeared into Dollie's shorts, between her legs. His hand was in motion. It was obvious what Mo was doing to Dollie. She was smiling. Now Mo was touching and looking at the other two bee tattoos and rubbing Dollie's pubic area... and below! His other hand was still moving as one finger wiggled up and down. I couldn't see where it was because the shorts were still covering Dollie slghtly. But I was sure what was happening. Mo never asked to play. He just knew he could.
---I mentioned that we wanted one more bee even lower and to the left. Mo wanted to see where that would have been. Mo stopped playing. Dollie eventually got her shorts all the way down below her knees. I asked Dollie to spread her legs, as I pointed to the area between her pussy and left leg. Mo was lookin closely. Dollie's pussy was tightly sealed. But it didn't stop Mo from slipping a finger partially in and masturbating Dollie again. I still couldn't see how much finger Mo had inserted because those shorts made it impossible for Dollie to spread her legs.
--- Surprising us both, Mo didn't play with Dollie's pussy long. When he stopped Dollie raised up, showing Mo the rose on her butt cheek. Again, Dollie was above windshield level and making me nervous. We soon discovered that Mo was much like our old friend and playmate Dale. Without asking, Mo opened the truck door and stood partially inside, out of view of anyone near. His truck happened to be the next one on that side. I never knew this till Mo left.
---This was where I had parked before, in September. And where Mo apparently usually parks. With this information, plans were made to meet again next Friday. No eight month's wait next time! But, I am keeping you in suspense. At this time, Dollie and I were also in suspense. I just figured Mo wanted to have an easier angle to play with Dollie's pussy by standing inside the opened door. Wrong! Mo, without asking or hesitation, unhooked his pants and pulled his erection out. His uncircumsized medium cock was already dripping. He was very close to Dollie and gently stroking himself. Again Dollie shocked and amazed me. She reached out and began masturbating Mo. Mo was now draining considerably and I warned Dollie to be careful where she aimed that thing.Dollie stopped playing. Mo took over and began stroking himself fast. He was grinnin and moaning, telling Dollie she really turned him on. Within minutes Mo was ejaculating onto his hands.
--- This all happening right in the middle of a busy parking lot on a hot Friday afternoon. Lucky there was no one behind the truck watching. Even though nobody could actually see Mo's front, it wouldn't take a rocket scientest to figure what was happening. And there is that constant worry about seveilance cameras. Dollie to the rescue. We keep a box of tissues between the two front seats.... to blow noses on. Dollie gave Mo several, and then several more, to clean up his mess. Mo thanked us both, made arrangements to meet again, and realized he had ice cream in his shopping cart, in the hot sun, in 90+ temps , in a hot asphalt parking lot!
---We had no plans to play games. Not even dressed to show skin. Me not feeling real perky. Yet we had as wild a time as possible in another unplanned fantasy game........ By the way, I felt real good on the way home! We both laughed, talked about what had just happened, and Dollie agreed it is another Closet Cleaning story that will never be buried in the closet. After all, here it is, written the same day. (Well it was.)
--- In case you are wondering, Dollie told me that Mo only had his finger in to about the first knuckle! It's the thought that counts. Still turnin perverts on at her age!
---As you may have read, we met Mo off and on until recently for even more fingering games. Like most of Dollie's special friends, Mo is always wanting to butt fuck or fuck Dollie. Mo even came to the house a little over a year ago to put a new power transformer in my old computer. A perfect gentlemen.
-----With Dollie making plans to be one of those single women with a group of men, she needs Mo and his small prick. He won't last more than a few minutes, tops!
---Yet, she's never been fucked by anyone else in her life! Should I thank OCC or stop letting her look at those posts?
----------Who in their right mind would fuck, butt fuck, and get sucked by a 73 year old woman while her husband helps? Sam. Mo, and Dale would.
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