[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Notes From the old man, let’s read them.

---As I often do I start a story and get derailed. This was supposed to be a continuation of what happened while camped in the membership park and finding a small nudist park within it. As far as being a bondage story, it barely fits in. Yet it continues the stories above.
------This is about Granny and Pappy, two of the oldest nudists we’d met until our retirement years. I was probably 45, Dollie 43, and new friends Gracie and Charlie also near our ages. Granny Irene, was most likely in her early 80’s, as was Pappy Ira. At that time anyone over 55 was ancient and boring.
-----It was way back then when we found out old people can be kinky and wild, just like young people. As a plus, many old people don’t really give a damned what us young people think. They live for today because tomorrow they may not be here. We also found out you can’t judge how sex crazy people are by their looks or their ages. Let’s read the notes Ira gave us.
---- I’m going to warn you right now, it’s been 30+ years since this happened and I’m only guessing what was written, said, and done.

Dear Denny and Dolly
Our names are really Ira an Irene. We were born and raised here. Actually Irene is the daugter of the farmer who bilt this campground. But we’ll talk about this later. I want to thank you both for making love to my lovele wife Irene. She has always been a one man woman. Sadly I have not been able to service her for over foure years because of age and health. What she did shoocked us both but we do not regrete it.
----But somethin else is on my mind. We know that the couple down the lane trades partners for sex. I hope you understan what I have to say. Like Irene, I am a one woman man. I have never had sex with anothur woman. This was probbly Irene’s only time in life to have sex agin and the onny time with another man. I cain’t thank you both enough.
---But I keep avoidin what I want to aske. I feel you should let me have sex with your lovele wife Dolly. It only seems fair. But we all now thet is not posible even if you agree. To touch and feel her larg beutifull breests wood be as close to heven and sex as I will ever be. When you return to visit plese let Irene and me now.
Ira XYZ
--I read this to Dollie several times as we walked back to our RV. Dollie commented how much those old people were like us. We both mentioned we had no idea old people are so horny. In our golden years we really see this is true. Of course Dollie would be thrilled to let old Ira fondle her breasts. I even think it was Dollie who said Pappy can play with my pussy too. That would almost be fucking me. Maybe that will make his penis hard and he can have sex with Irene. I replied with “or you.” Dollie said “remember how I was going to let your virgin friend at work fuck me? Maybe I will let Pappy try. Something I never expected to hear again! I told Dollie that “as much as Irene loved getting screwed by me old Ira would love getting his last fuck from you.” We actually thought they were pushing 100!
---Dollie agreed that I should write a return note and tell Ira he could fuck her and fondle her boobs. No one else would know and those poor people may not be alive much longer. We both decided that even if Ira couldn’t get an erection Dollie would let him rub his cock up and down her spread pussy and maybe let him stuff it inside her. I’m thinking Dollie was pretty sure old Ira couldn’t get it up! Ira’s cock was always a shriveled 3” stub.
---Following is the note I handed Ira and Irene the next morning. I told Dollie while nearing their RV, once I hand this note to them there is no turning back. Dollie said she understood. To cover my butt I often let her ask people to play certain games. I handed the note to Dollie as we rounded the little curve toward Granny and Pappy’s RV.
MY FIRST NOTE
Dear Irene and Ira.
Thanks for your honesty and friendship. Dollie and I read your note several times. We would be proud to share my wife Dollie with you for an afternoon of sex. Dollie loves when older men fondle her breasts. Of course this causes her to have multiple orgasms . Her wet pussy is always in need of stimulation. But until now it has only been the fingers of other men. Her pussy is waiting for your penis.
---We both welcome you to play with her breasts anytime you’d like. If you have a problem becoming aroused yourself perhaps Dollie can help get it hard. Dollie does enjoy fingers deep inside her so this is almost as good as intercourse. Feel free to use as many fingers as you can for as long as you would like.
---Dollie also said even if you do not get an erection you are welcome to spread her wet pussy and rub your penis up and down inside it. You can use your fingers to force your penis all the way in where you may leave it as long as you want. No other man has done this or had intercourse with her. But since we saw how happy Irene was when Denny had intercourse with her we feel this will be fun for everyone. You don’t have to answer today.


______Love Denny and Dollie.

---We were betting old Ira couldn’t get an erection so Dollie agreed with my letter. The very next morning around 9AM we had breakfast, were dressed, and headed toward Irene and Ira’s place with our little note. After discovering the nude camping area we didn’t worry about what to wear. I usually wore nothing except short shorts. Dollie wore her cheek showin shorts and a low blouse. After all, after a short walk into the nudist park we’d be naked.
---We dropped out clothes at the small storage container and I handed the note to Dollie. It was only a little farther to Granny and Pappy’s RV but I‘ll bet I asked Dollie a half dozen times if she wanted to go thru with this. She giggled and said it would be fun. I still think she was counting on old Ira not getting a hard-on!
---Their car was gone and no one was outside. We intended to visit Gracie and Charlie later so continued down the lane. Irene, granny, stepped out on the deck and waved to us. As she walked down to meet us she saw the note in Dollie’s hand. Irene told us Ira had gone into town for the day then asked if the note was for him. We both told her it was for Ira. Irene asked if we’d mind if she read it and she’d then take it inside for Ira to read later. I mentioned it was sort of private. Irene said something like she hoped we were willing to let that dirty old man play with Dollie’s titties. Dollie smiled and handed the note to Irene. She read the note several times then hugged us both.
----We then went on down the lane to visit Gracie and Charlie. I believe it was much like other times with them. First me, then Charlie fucked Gracie after tying her to some furniture or something. She didn’t really need to be tied up. Gracie was very willing. It was just part of their games.
---After a break we played with Dollie. Seems like we may have walked down to the lake and swam with other nudists and had a picnic. It was nearly dark before we walked back toward Ira and Irene’s RV site and noticed his car was back. Again, it was only Irene who came out to talk. She said she was sorry, Ira had already gone to bed. She handed us another note and said she’d see us another day.
These are copies of the actual notes.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

PART TWO---- More Notes
Here’s Ira’s next note.

Dolly and Denny.
So sorry I wasn’t ther tooday. Thanks for unnerstanding a dirty old man and his whishes. As much as we try we can not get my thing hard anymor.
This week Irene warshed my penise and chewwed on it but thet dinn’t help ether. It sure felt good. Dolly is welcome to try that. Irene will make surr it is verry clean.
It would make me hapy to play with Dolly’s breests and masterbat her.
Irene said maybe she’d hep me get my soft pennus inside Dolly. All I reely want to do is rub those big breests and maybe cheww on the niples. If that do no’t kill me I will try the rest.
Charly and Gracy told us I shoold try liccking Dolys pusy. Woold it be okaee to try this with Dolly. I dono’t evin care if it is durty.
Ira and Irene.

Another note wasn’t necessary because we were just gonna return the next morning and see what might happen with Ira and Irene. But a note would make it more exciting since it was Ira who started writing notes. They’d mentioned Charlie calling Gracie his sex slave. So I got kinky. Our next note follows.

Pappy and Granny,
Thanks for your invitation and my chance to display and offer the honey pot of my sex slave for your enjoyment.
Both you and your lovely wife may use her as your play toy today. She will obey your commands as rulers of this tiny Kingdom.
I suggest a good but gentle spanking. I suggest she have her breasts slapped, pinched, squeezed, and chewed on by both you and the Queen of this land.
I suggest she needs her pussy punished with fingers and your penis poking it as much as you wish.
I suggest she is forced to chew on our Master’s penis,King Pappy .
I suggest that whenever she complains, yells, or tries to get loose, she gets more spanking snd tit squeezing by you and your Queen.
I ordered her to clean her body inside and out several times. As Master we would be honored for you to taste the nectar of her honey pot.
I suggest you have intercourse with my sex slave and force me to watch.
I suggest you make me have intercourse with your lovely wife, the Queen, and force my slave to watch.
---The next morning we returned again to Ira and Irene’s RV around 9AM, naked. Dollie was ready to be their bad girl slave. It was also her idea for me to add the part about me fucking Irene.
---As we arrived on their small front porch, Dollie said something like “ I am here to serve you my Master.” She then handed Ira the new note. He read it out loud then Irene read it again. They, smiled, hugged us both, and led us inside. We were feeling strange doing this with old people and wondered why we offered. Yet they did invite us in. We’d always fooled around with people much younger or closer to our ages. We both decided that this may be their last chance to enjoy sex. Who would know? What may really happen?
---I believe Ira questioned some of the things in the notes. One thing I remember that he first asked “If I ask Dollie to bend over and show us her pussy will she do it?” Without him asking Dollie, she bent over a recliner chair, her pussy spreading wide apart. Actually this was no different than what Irene had done that first time I fucked her. Dollie said something about her pussy is awaiting him.
---Ira rubbed Dollie’s partially spread pussy and slowly slipped a large finger deep inside. She moaned and told him “Master that feels so good. Don’t stop.” Ole Pappy worked Dollie’s pussy for several minutes. His hands were shaking which she seemed to enjoy more. Granny Irene seemed to be unpredictable. She was spanking one of Dollie’s butt cheeks, actually gently patting it.
----From what I remember Ira reached around and grabbed one of Dollie’s tits and began pulling on each of them and fondling them. Ira had those big old farmer hands that were used for milking cows. It almost appeared he was milking Dollie. She yelled and told Ira it felt great. But I’ll bet it hurt. Dollie yelled she was cumming.
---Ira was now pressed right up between Dollie’s legs. I was sure his soft little penis may have been against her pussy. Dollie started squirming and sort of grinding against it. She said “Ira I feel your prick against my hot pussy.” I knew it was hopeless but I said “Ira, slip it in and fuck that nasty little sex slave.” For once Dollie didn’t move away or complain. I think she giggled.
----Again, in minutes he’d backed away and was rubbing Dollie’s pussy more. Seems like Irene told Ira to stick one of his wet fingers in his mouth and see how it tastes. He told Irene it tasted sort of sweet. Again, just guessing. Irene told Ira maybe you better flip her over and see how that honey pot really tastes. Ira led Dollie over to the sofa and she automatically put one leg up on the back, the other foot on the floor. I helped her raise up a bit and I shoved a small pillow under her ass.
---Ira said he’s never done this before. He bent down , spread Dollie’s lips wide, and began licking and sucking Dollie’s c*nt. I’ll swear Ira said “this is just like a kid eating watermelon!“ As I’d told her many times about any sex act, squirm, scream, and moan. Always tell your partner it feels great and you are cumming. …Even if none of it is true! For her it’s usually true.
----At his age old Ira didn’t do anything long or in a hurry. He went over, sat in a nearby chair, staring at Dollie’s spread wet pussy. When Dollie started to move Ira said “don’t move slave, I am enjoying the view.“ Irene started asking Ira how it smelled and tasted. They both shocked and amazed us at times. “Dang it b*tch, if ya wanna know get down there and lick it.” Dollie is against having a woman touch her pussy. She sometimes even gets upset when a gal holds her boobs. As Irene got nearer, Dollie put her legs together and I believe she was going to get up.
----Both Ira and Irene were catching on to this Master/slave game. Seems like both said something like “lay still wh*r*. Granny is gonna taste your honey pot. Irene got on the floor beside Dollie on her hands and knees. One of them said “spread those legs slave girl.” In seconds Irene had her head between Dollie’s legs licking her wet pussy. Dollie moaned and told Irene “I’m warning you old woman, I’m not a lesbian. But I’m going to cum all over your face.” Irene replied “okay slave girl, I’m ready.” Irene sucked and licked Dollie’s pussy way longer than Ira. Dollie seemed to be loving it.
---After some time Irene moved back, spreading and staring into Dollie’s c*nt. She made comments like “does mine look like that?” Just as Irene started to get up old Ira told her to suck that honey hole some more while Denny fucks you from behind. I made up excuses not to do it. But Irene and Ira told me I am also their slave . Irene said do what your master said.
-----By then old Ira was tying Irene’s wrists and ankles with something. He looped a belt behind Dollie’s waist with Irene’s hands tied on each side. Then hooked Irene’s legs to the sofa . This forced granny’s face to remain in Dollie’s crotch. As far as I remember, old granny wasn’t really tied up but she felt as if she were. They discussed this slave/master thing for a while as they kept coaxing me to fuck old Irene.
----I did have a pretty good erection and Irene was in a dog fashioned position. Plus it wasn‘t all that bad the other two times for an old gal. I got old Ira involved too. I said “hey Pappy, dip your finger in Irene’s honey pot and loosen it up for me.” He did good! While he was working her pussy Irene asked “how come you haven’t been doing this all these years?” I had to laugh when Ira said “ well you never asked!”
--- This old couple was more fun than a bunch of kids. When Ira moved away I slowly and gently slid my hard cock in that old pussy. It was almost too tight. I had only about half my prick in Irene when she screamed. It just wouldn’t go any deeper. She remembered what I’d said about getting involved . Irene was moaning, shaking her ass, and letting out screams every time I rammed it in.
---Irene had forgotten about licking Dollie’s pussy. Her face was buried on Dollie’s belly but she was grabbing the pillow under Dollies ass and yelling rather than eating pussy. Irene was dry and getting tighter. It was hurting my penis and I wasn’t able to move in and out much. Suddenly I squirted just a little. This gave some lubrication and I could slide in and out again. This went on for several more minutes. It would get very dry and tight. I squirted a bit more, then finally hit bottom, making Irene scream. I gave her a few more good stabs and finally ejaculated deep in that tight old pussy. Irene was screaming and collapsed on Dollie.
---Damned I killed her, I was thinking. But she was panting and finally said that was the best fuck she’s ever had. I got off, Ira and I helped Irene to a chair, and Dollie sat up. Dollie began asking Irene why she screamed so much this time and not the last two. Irene said ” Ya silly little b*tch this time it really did hurt like hell. That prick felt like it was ripping my guts out.” I believe we all asked Irene if she was okay. “Hell yes, I’m in heaven.”
----Ira was ornery like me. “Ya want him to give you some more honey?” Irene looked at him and said “if you had a cock that big and hard I wouldn’t want it from you right now either! That thing you have hanging there would kill me right now!”
---I don’t remember much more happening that afternoon. Seems like Irene and Dollie made sandwiches and we relaxed on the outside deck after taking showers. I do remember Ira fondling Dollie’s boobs now and then and smiling. But I don’t remember Dollie sucking his little cock or getting fucked by either of us. I think it worked out just the way she expected.
--Seems like her and I just walked down to the small lake together and took a dip then relaxed and visited other nudists on the small beach.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Our Michigan nudest Camping adventure Cums to an End.
---Keep in mind that I was probably 46 and Dollie 44 at this time. I'd say this is the time in a couples life when they fully trust the other and often can figure what the other is thinking before they say or do it. The age of experimenting and testing the other was past. We both knew how far we could get the other to go and had pretty much performed every type sex act by then we were ever gonna do. Altho you may think differently, we were in love with each other and did these things only because the other loved it. With this info cum with us for our last adventure at the Nude Campground up north.

The next day we were headed back to play games with Gracie and Charlie. We were trying to get back to our normal age group. Besides Gracie was a lot better fuck than Irene.
But we had one more note to give our friends Ira and Irene. That note is below. Only four words, as follows.
_____________Thank you very much !
Next time we walked past Ira and Irene’s RV we planned on handing them the above note when we walked by to visit Gracie and Charlie. I’m not sure if it was the very next day or possibly a few days later. After all, we did play mini golf, use the pool, and hot tub now and then in the main campground.
------Another morning, naked, we were passing Irene and Ira’s campsite. Of course, being naked and holding a piece of paper, it was easy for them to see it. Dollie handed the note to Irene. I’m sure they expected to find something kinky and nasty again. But those words, THANK YOU VERY MUCH seemed to be all that was needed. Once more hugs and they begged us to sit on the deck and have a glass of iced tea while we talked about the games we played with them. We did.
---We no longer felt cheap, dirty, or like we took advantage of that old couple. They admitted this was their first time to do anything like that and it would probably be their last time to enjoy sex. Dollie and I both told them that Charlie and Gracie are even wilder than us. Of course they knew that. We said they should talk to those two about games and intercourse. Even if they won’t do it maybe they know another older couple to spend some time together.
---Irene asked one more favor as we got up to go visit Gracie and Charlie. Irene wanted to suck my cock! Actually she did it before we fully answered. Irene got down on her knees right there on the front deck, licked my penis, then stuck a few inches in her mouth and sucked it. Irene gave old Ira a glance and what I believe was his approval smile. Irene removed her teeth and took nearly half my cock in her mouth. She then worked her head up and down as if she’d done this before. I remember warning Irene that I was about to cum. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. I squirted a large wad down that old woman’s throat. Irene gurgle, choked, moaned and kept sucking.
---Ira told her she was gonna choke to death. Irene looked up and smiled then licked and sucked my cock awhile longer. She raised up, stroking the last few drops of jazz from the end of my uncircumcised cock with her hands, smiling and thanking me. Ira said something like “old woman in all these years you’ve never done that to me!” I have no idea what was said then.
----When finished, Irene asked Dollie to do the same with Ira. They both assured us Ira’s cock was clean. Ira was sitting in a rocking chair. Dollie never does this! She wouldn't dare! Dollie got down in front of Ira, wiggled his 2”-3” limp dick and buried it in her mouth. A no-no for Dollie. Ira got less than a minute blow job. Ira loved it. I really didn’t mind getting my cock sucked by a 75-80 year old granny. Dollie didn't seem to mind chewing on that whilted noodle. Dollie did it that one time because Ira’s was soft and she knew it wasn’t gonna squirt.
----Irene kept telling Dollie I was a bad little boy and needed spanked. She asked me to lay over her lap as she sat on the front porch steps. Her and Dollie spanked my ass, actually gently rubbed and patted it. Of course my prick was draining semen all over Irene so she spanked and yelled even more. At the same time ole Ira stood up and spanked Dollie’s bare ass.
-----We only intended to stop there a few minutes. Somehow several hours soon passed. Something funny happened when we again got ready to head toward Charlie’s RV site. Granny and Pappy begged us to tell Gracie and Charlie what we’d all been doing the past few days like they wanted us to brag about it. They kept repeating these were firsts for them. We believed them. We agreed, saying this would help prepare them for finding you two another couple to play games with. Both said they doubt that they will ever do any of this again and just kept hugging, spanking, and thanking us as we got ready to leave.

Of course these weren’t really stories about bondage. Old Irene did get sort of tied up, Dollie got her ass and titties spanked, and I may have gotten my ass whipped.
---I imagine we visited Gracie and Charlie later that day.

Again reminding you I was 46 and Dollie 44. The year, probably 1985. That period of life when we thought we knew everything about sex and were't afraid to keep practicing . This was also the time of Dollie's life when she was starved for intercourse and masturbation. Yes Dollie gave another man a blow job! Secrets untold until recently. Damned nearly 30 years ago.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

As we wrap this one up---------------
---Funny, these were camping trips we nearly forgot about until Dollie found some of the old letters from our partners of many years past. Plus old letters I’d written that came back when no one answered. I’ve been writing notes and sending letters since the early 60’s.
----You aught to hear about the 80+ year old Canadian woman who sent me license plates and became a kinky pen-pal while we were in our early 30‘s. I had only replied in a letter that we love wearing swimsuits around our yard when she mentioned it first . Nudity soon became her favorite topic. She wanted pictures. After she died in a Nursing Home her son found our naked pictures and notes, returned them thanking us for being friends with their mother. She'd had asked for a photo of me with an erection pissing. I still remember what the son wrote “We never knew mom was like that.” I can just hear our kids saying the same thing!
---Even after retiring I sent many kinky pages hand printed to friends while I sunbathed in the yard. Of course the pictures we exchanged were Poloroids. Many copies were in Manila folders in metal boxes and later in my computer in folders. This was way before I had internet. Oh how the memories came back. All true stories. The more we find, read, and I write, the more we remember.
But Dollie's burning our past so our kids don’t find it later.

----We kept in touch by mail with Charlie and Gracie in Michigan. When they told us the Campground membership system was closing the nudist loop permanently the next summer we decided to go back. As our next vacation got closer Gracie’s kinky letters made us want to be there even more. Dollie wasn't fucking but I was getting all I wanted from Gracie! We rarely gave our phone number or address to anyone involved in our games. We only used a post office box. After years of never getting replies we canceled our P.O. Box in Illinois. Now in Florida once again we have a P O box.

---Sadly when we returned to the nudist RV park the next year Ira and Irene were no longer there.
---I'm sure you read about Gracie and Charlie in the main topic BONDAGE. No doubt things happened slightly different and what was said is only approximate. Five years had past. It was now 1990. I was 51 and Dollie 49. Still frisky but making plans to retire in a few years and move to Florida. We got one of those free campground grand opening offers. Another new company had bought the old "Smith farm" which was a membership park when we visited it and the now defunct nudist loop some five years ago. We loved camping in lower Michigan and this could be our last chance to camp up in that area.
----So, just when you thought I was finished, below is another story about the Nudist Campground way up north.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

BE PREPARED, THIS IS NOT A BONDAGE STORY. It is the final episode of the Naked Campground adventures and I felt it should be placed here to end this series. Yes yet another ending.



------------------ CLYDE smelled fishy.

What’s a membership RV Park and Why?
And other useless crap you don’t want to know.

----It was now 1990. I was 51 and Dollie 49. Still full of piss and vinegar. We were making plans for retiring in 1994 but still taking as many weekend camping trips as possible. Got advertisements to camp free at a new membership grand opening at the same RV park where that nudist campground used to be. These always included camping for the weekend, usually in a special nicer site, free steak dinners, a few drinks, and other perks to attract suckers to take the tour.
--We’d been camping often along Lake Michigan in the Dunes State parks, having fun walking the long miles of beaches nude or nearly so. Odds are we’d never get the chance to go up that way after moving. Be fun to check out the old campground and see how that nudist loop looks now. We knew it had been torn down, actually as we spent our last time there so long ago. We also had friends outside Detroit and knew of many scenic and interesting places to go in lower Michigan. Maybe Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village again! So I called and made our reservations for July 1990.
----The RV park had changed dramatically. Not only different name but the place looked totally different with nice paved streets and RV sites. The only catch was we were gonna have to waste a few hours on Saturday listening to a sales pitch. Much like those Condo sales talks. Hell we’ve sat through many of those and said no many times. Well, I did get suckered in twice when we originally joined a membership system and then another $5000 upgrade. At the time we’d planned on selling everything and actually living in the membership system full time. With up to four weeks allowed in each park it sounded great.
---Like everything that’s too good to be true, it wasn’t too good! By the time we retired many of those Home Parks closed down, restrictions about holidays and special events, and other crap, narrowed down those extended stays. Others who were already retired began finding it difficult to find a park to move to next. Too much crap to worry about as they got older.
--- Ending up in State parks and expensive private RV parks, or Wally World parking lots didn’t sound like a plan. So I wasn’t about to say yes to anymore additional memberships. We already had $10,000 and over $300 monthly membership fees wrapped up in this system since the early 80‘s. When camping at the parks was free or $1 a night at some, and we went many weekends a year, it seemed to be a good deal. Even then, it wasn’t free camping.
---Fast forward to retiring. Dues kept climbing with no gauranteed limit. There were no longer any free nites, and those $1 sur-charge campgrounds were $5 and $10 a night. Hell we could stay in some County and State parks for that. There were no membership parks near us now so we just stopped sending our dues. Can’t do that! Funny, if we didn’t pay our dues they threatened to cancel us yet when we wanted to get out of the system we can’t. Okay. I just stopped paying and after a bunch of threats we were canceled. That was easy even though we did loose a lot of money. Still for many years it was the best thing we could have done. Great up scale RV parks with free baby sitters in the way of activity directors and kiddy lodges for our kids to hang out while we played.
---Back to 1990, me 51 and Dollie 49. We arrived at the membership RV park and got a great RV site, signed up for the required sales talk, and decided to take a walk down to where the old nudist campground loop was. We actually had difficulty finding it. The tall privacy fence, the telephone poles and light wires, even the gravel road, were gone. In it’s place was a narrow foot path. All we really found of the little campground was the cement floor and foundation of the old shower house near the small lake. Even the lake shore and the nice trail around it were grown over with weeds and small brush.
--Back at the main RV campground everyone seemed to be dressed for a family affair. Jeans and mostly long sleeved shirts, men and women alike, in July! We wore short shorts and Dollie some sort of cleavage poppin top. We seemed to be getting stares from the others as we parked our rig and walked down toward the woods. Still, force of habit, Dollie removed her blouse as we neared the old nudist park lake. We found the remains of the old sand beach and waded through the weeds to the edge of the small lake.
--We were greeted by a male voice. At first neither of us saw anyone. There he was, sitting on a log close by, fishing. Of course the normal intelligent question I asked “Ya catchin anything?” “Yep” and he walked over to pick up his fish basket, half full of nice Blue Gill and Sun fish. I no more than said “ those are some nice big ones.” when he stared straight at Dollie and replied “them are too.” Dollie apologized and started to put her blouse on. The fisherman, we’ll call him Clyde, said something like “shucks Ma’am, ain’t no need to cover them big titties up. Years back this here lake was plumb full of naked wimmin and boys. This was a nudist park.” Sort of surprised us, as he continued without hardly giving us time to say much more than Yes and no kiddin.
----Like I mentioned, I was 51 and Dollie 49. Clyde said he was 50 or near that. Said he remembered camping there with his mom and dad over 40 years ago when the Smith girls had a nudist camp there in these woods. Said he used to sneak down there with his little friend to stare at titties. What a coincidence this meeting was.
---Dollie told Clyde that we’d discovered the place 5 or 6 years ago and met Irene Smith, who had married and then had a different name. “Yea, she married Ira” was Clyde’s reply. “I sure wished the nudist park was still here. Seein your big titties brings back so many old memories. Thanks ma’am. You made my day.” Clyde got a little cocky as he kept staring at Dollie’s boobs. Them things sure look hard. Wished I could squeeze one of them. I‘d give this whole basket of fish just to touch em.”
--Dollie told Clyde he could keep his fish but she’d be happy to let him feel her boobies. About then Clyde’s fishing rod bent and he reeled in another nice Crappie. I remember him saying “danged, now my hands are slimy and smell like fish. Dollie told him to rinse them in the lake and they’d be okay. It was funny watching Clyde grab those two sun heated titties with his iced cold hands.
---At that time Dollie’s nipples were still at least 1/4th inch long. It was much later I and some friends ripped her piercing rings out numerous times, leaving only the flat nipple areoles. Dollie’s hot breasts being grabbed by Clyde’s ice cold wet hands caused her nipples to pop right out even longer.
--I knew what this caused and just holding her breasts caused it to happen even more. Add to that Clyde rubbing those hard protruding nipples and Dollie began moaning and squirming around. Clyde knew what was going on and he continued working on Dollie’s nipples for quite some time. Dollie finally backed away and thanked Clyde. She was embarrassed and told him she can’t take it anymore.
---I don’t know how we find these ornery perverts. Clyde looked at Dollie and said something like “I’ll bet your pussy is as wet and smelly as my basket of Crappie now.” Okay, I guess I shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t resist. Dollie’s shorts were extremely short with a very special narrow crotch. Of course she rarely wore panties and had none on then. Without thinking, I said “ya want to find out, reach up there and feel it.” Dollie giggled and didn’t say much as far as I remember. But she didn’t say no either. I’m thinking Clyde’s reply was “she might slap me.” I said “Pull your crotch aside dear and let the man feel your pussy.” She did and Clyde did. Must have fingered her c*nt several minutes then went back to fondling her titties and rubbing Dollie’s hard nipples.
--Not sure if we were lucky or things just worked out well. We heard voices and soon saw several other people headed toward the lake. Dollie slipped on her blouse, we thanked Clyde, and went back to our RV. We were being stared at again by other campers so went in our RV and put on jeans and button down shirts.
--The couple next to us, probably our ages, walked over and we sat around sipping tea or beer and talked. Soon another couple joined us. This is what we love about camping. I’ll swear the first gal unbuttoned several buttons of her blouse. Or they just popped open. Soon her titties were showing from time to time as she reached and moved around. Out of nowhere they were all talking about how hot Dollie had looked earlier and how stuffy others looked. The other woman and both men agreed, saying this is a campground. People should look comfortable.
---Maybe we were drinking beer and not tea. I remember one guy unbuttoning most of his wife’s blouse buttons and soon both women were showing ample amounts of pretty titties. Beer does that! One of the gals encouraged Dollie to show them her boobs too so Dollie unhooked a few buttons on her blouse. One of the women pulled it aside so they all could get a better look at Dollie's titties.
---Out of nowhere she shocked us. The woman leaned over and began kissing then sucking Dollie's tittie right there at the picnic table. Lucky we were facing away from the road and it was getting dark out. We sat around several hours eating, drinking, staring at titties, and talking about sexy women as they let their titties peek out. Those sort of accidentally on purpose semi-flashes women do.
---Again we were surprised. The tittie sucker asked if any of us had known there used to be a nudist camp here in the park. She said her and her husband camped back there a few times and really enjoyed it. Seems like we talked about that for another hour or more. Before Dollie could say anything else I’d called her into the RV to help bring out food or beverages. I’d actually called her in to ask her not to mention us at the nudist campground and asked what she thought about getting her tittie sucked by another woman. Dollie actually loved it!.
--- Funny, earlier Clyde had walked by with his basket of fish and yelled out “Hello MsDollie. Hope I see you down at the lake again.” We could have met Clyde to play again and probably talked at least that one couple to join us at the old nudist camp loop. But we spent the weekend listening to the sales presentation, lounging in the new pool dressed like old foggies, and talking to our new campground neighbors while the women exchanged sneak tit shots. That woman had to have been a lesbian. She often reached in and fondled Dollie's boobs while her husband and the other couple watched. Me too!
--- Five years passed and we still had a bit of excitement at the old nudist camp. As I often say, you just can't plan this stuff! Is this Karma crap real or is there such a thing as kinky Guardian Angels? We really have been blessed.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

_Why We Took A Taxi.
---SUMMER 1971---I knew it was going to be a kinky wild weekend. Dollie would have been 30 and me 32. I’m thinking it wasn’t yet company shut down and July vacation. Most likely it was early June and we were on a four or five day extended weekend camping trip.
---After Dollie’s recent female surgeries and just starting to be able to dress wild again, we’d already had some fun at the local strip clubs and bars. I was now telling her to get some more clothes on and stop being so ornery instead of the opposite! I figured a long weekend in the sand dunes getting naked may be exciting. I was soon gonna find out what changes she really went through!
---------We were up above Chicago camping at our favorite Lake Michigan park. Our last child, daughter, was around nine months old. Dollie’s breasts were full, larger than ever, still as hard as rocks, and she was using a breast pump occasionally to remove milk. Finally we could leave the three kids with Dollie’s mother and get away to play games.
----We always spent most of our time at the south end of the park, at the large beach, and down in the sand dunes. Sometimes would take a morning or evening walk along the wide cement sidewalk, near Lake Michigan, north to the end of the park. Maybe 1/4th mile to the north end of the park property. Not many people used this area, not even down along the seashore. Altho the campground was just over the small dunes hills created by the off shore breezes, Dollie often had her boobs exposed as we walked. She’d usually get them covered before other people got close.
---We discovered by turning left, west, a gravel hiking trail continued along a wooded area and out of the park. There was a chain link fence with an opening and a 4” post in the center of the narrow entrance blocking it from bikes or anything except foot traffic. Seems like on the left there was a tall chain link fence, small woods, and tall weeds. I guess this was park property going maybe a mile toward town. On the right was woods. We couldn’t really see much beyond that tall fence on the left.
----Continuing on the right, an old run down empty industrial park with red brick buildings in disrepair. From there, open spaces and a little used old car junk yard. In the past she had flashed guys going in and out of the scrap yard. Again open spaces for awhile then a small subdivision of small old homes farther in from the trail. Ahead was the Amtrak station, tracks, then nicer homes, then the city. Sometimes when walking this same trail we’d stop for a drink of ice water at the train station and Dollie would tease people waiting, even flash the slow moving Amtrak trains. We’d meet occasional joggers and other hikers. Sometimes bicyclists who had to turn around at the park fence. Even an occasional topless girl, like Dollie. Most often Dollie slipped her titties in. But they were still out enough to draw compliments.
----Normally we’d leave Thursday after work for long weekends. It was at least 200 miles to the State Park and those roads were always crowded. Only time to get the RV set up and walk around the campground. Friday morning, hot and sunny. Our first time up there for a long time. We decided a nice walk along the trail, partially in the shade, would be relaxing. This time I wore short shorts and a tank top, sometimes off while still on the trail. Dollie’s shorts were what we called cheek showing shorts. Hot pants were not out yet.
----When we got into town and looked for a place to eat, we were getting lots of stares and some bad mouthing. This was a religious city and others were dressed more like Quakers or farmers. We’d walked a lot farther than we should have and it was very hot. We were used to walking from morning until evening on beaches and grassy areas. But wearing cheap tennis shoes, the cement was getting to us. In the past we turned back at the RR tracks. As we walked around town we became more embarrassed by the looks and comments.
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---After we ate and walked, I saw several cabs and told Dollie we’re taking one back to camp. Can’t remember riding in a cab but Dollie had a few friends who owned a cab company back home so she rode often. Dollie never has driven. Those old women cabbies back home, one middle aged male cabby, and other people had told Dollie about some wild cab driver stories. According to Dollie, the male driver was often encouraging Dollie to ride with her tits out and her skirt farther up. She said she never did but admitted he got some pretty good crotch shots and booby views.
---I always wanted to try some of those wild things in the back of a cab myself. I often fantasized Dollie being naked and us fucking while riding around town. Today was the time to ask questions and maybe play a cabby game. Cum with us as we make some of my taxi fantasies come true.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-----HEY CABBY !__________FRIDAY MORNING
----I believe that after we’d eaten we walked around town maybe another hour. Dollie was complaining that her feet were burning. There were a few cabs parked ahead. I leaned in and ask one driver if he’d take us to the State park and how much. “Yes, and $4 to our campsite. Or $3 to the Ranger station.” Must have been over a half mile farther past the Ranger station to the campground and we were on the far side. Sounded cheap to us. (1971 prices!) When I asked how he knew we were camping the driver told us nobody runs around this town half naked except tourists.
---This may have been a good time for Dollie to be wearing her mini skirt instead of short shorts. Still her tits were mostly exposed and the driver complimented Dollie on her pretty long legs. He’d adjusted the inside mirror and seemed to be staring back. Life was safer and simpler back then. Those cabs didn’t have divider windows or bars. Just air space. And these cabbys spoke English.
---I already had weird ideas of Dollie flashing and flaunting, even thought about fondling her boobs. For years I heard taxi stories. Yes, probably thought about fucking her as we rode right through that town in heavy traffic. But I didn’t. I was a trucker. I knew a lot of wild trucker stories weren’t true. I was sure these taxi driver stories couldn’t be either.
----Can’t remember everything. But the subject of Dollie’s tits and short shorts came up. She was thin then and those oversized hard boobs looked like cartoon boobs. I actually think it was the cabby who mentioned them. What I remember next was his offer. “If you pull those big titties out and ride that way to the State Park I’ll only charge you half price.” Playing dumber I asked how much that would be. “$2.” I’d guess Dollie had her boobs out before the cabby actually answered. He nearly had an accident several times. I told Dollie to cover her titties up until we got out of town or he’s gonna kill someone, or ourselves. On the two lane road to the park she pulled them out again.
----All this time I was asking the cabby burning questions about women flashing tits, pussy, and men playing with them as cabbies drove. Roughly this was what we heard and remember. The driver said these are things other drivers have told and what’s happened in his cab in the past 5 or 6 years he’s been driving. Remember Dollie 30, me 32, and the driver said he was 40+. We’ll call him Clyde the Cabby. Clyde was driving slowly, trying to stare at titties and trying to make this trip last.
----Clyde said the biggest problem many drivers have are under aged girls, as young as 12 or 13, showing their pussy and tits. Usually in groups of two or more. He said if they appear under 18 he makes them cover up and sometimes makes them get out. He said the next wildest group seems to be women in their 40’s and 50’s riding alone. Those he loves watching. Young adult couples, like college age and our age seem to be the ones wanting to be exhibitionists fondling and fucking. Clyde apologized for saying FUCK. Dollie told him we do it and the word does not bother her. Clyde also mentioned hookers with johns trying to save motel costs by fucking in cabs. Said he charges them extra. And those single girls trying to bribe him into a free cab ride by either showing or offering to show anything he wants to see. I teased Clyde and reminded him he bribed us by giving a discount. Clyde said he does that too if a woman looks especially hot. Dollie had to thank Clyde for that.
---Here are some random figures Clyde told us. He’s had several 100 girls flash their boobs. Maybe another 50 ride topless like Dollie is. Many proposition him for sex. In the past six years he’s seen only a dozen spread bare pussies. Many guys pulled women’s titties out and fondled them. Maybe another dozen fucked. But only a few of the women were totally naked. Clyde said he loved seeing the spread pussys and naked people fucking best of all. He told us other drivers talk about threesomes and more.
---Clyde said he would pull over someplace and watch some people fuck or fondle. But most got mad and just got out of the cab or stopped fucking. Said he only remembers two actually getting naked and doing it a long time as he watched in a parking lot. Most were quickies up a skirt or shorts.
------Clyde told us he’d pay to watch a naked couple fuck if they did it so he could see tits and pussy. I told him not many would do something like that. Teasing I asked just what positions would those be. Clyde said, “dog fashioned, or with the woman sitting on top, and like that. I love to see spread pussys and bouncing titties.”
---I believe I answered “yea, so do most guys but women won’t do it.” (I was already making fantasy plans in my head.) “What would you pay Clyde?” I think he said “it would depend on the woman and what I saw.” Still teasing I said “Dollie wouldn’t do it for anything.”
---I had no idea how long we’d been parked in a small strip mall lot, the one where we would shop for groceries. Clyde was turned around with his arms over the front seat staring at Dollie. I’m not sure if the cab was a Checker. But it sure had a large roomy back seat. Dollie was entertaining Clyde by rubbing and squeezing her tits. Her legs were wide apart. Those shorts were short with a narrow crotch. I really don’t know if Clyde saw pussy or pink. I do remember he said the meter was off if we wanted to fool around. In my straightest honest face I told Clyde “we’re not that kind of people.” You’re lucky she’s in an ornery mood today.
--Clyde took us to our campsite and thanked us. Seems like he mentioned that he hopes we’ll take his cab again, giving us his card. I told him we’d better not. It could be embarrassing and illegal. Clyde was smiling and said “I hope so. But as long as I don‘t complain it‘s legal.” How do these things happen to us?

[ModelT-MsDollie]

ANOTHER RIDE WITH CLYDE, the Cabby
----That evening. Friday, We giggled and discussed the possibilities of future taxi cab games. I reminded and quizzed Dollie on what her cab driver old man and women cabby friends back home told her and repeated Clyde’s experiences. I also told Dollie it seemed safe and exciting. Clyde had admitted he and other drivers enjoyed their bonus’. Dollie had already just done everything Clyde talked about, well not sure about the showing pussy. I’d bet he saw a lip or two peeking out the crotch of those short shorts.
---Dollie questioned me about how far I wanted to go with our games. I reminded her again that Clyde had only seen a few women totally naked getting fucked in his cab. And that was unusual because some of the other drivers he knew saw way more. I told her I’d bet down in Chicago customers probably really got wild. I said those cab drivers need some new stories to share. Let’s do everything Clyde said he would love to see. Maybe he’ll pay you. Dollie said she’s not a wh*r* and don’t want any money. It’ll be for fun or nothing. She agreed that the cab drivers back home even mentioned customers fucking! Dollie said whenever she’d ask about calling the cops the drivers just said it ain’t none of their business.
Saturday morning
----Plans were made that evening and next morning, Saturday. We didn’t want to walk all the way into town again this week. Too damned hot already around 9AM. Dollie said we can go to the rest room and use the pay phone to call a cab. Yes, she appeared eager to fool around! We only paid $2 so a few dollars more would be less than what we pay to get in some strip clubs and some of the bars we’ve fooled around in. I like it when she helps with the kinky game plans. Keeps me out of trouble. I told her we’ll tip Clyde $5 or $10 first and hope for a nice long ride.
----My next question was “when?” Dollie’s answer was how about today or now?” I believe I mentioned wearing a real short skirt and a top that can be unhooked or removed fast. She started to change immediately but I stopped her. What she did eventually wear was a very plunging button down top with skinny straps and a short mini skirt that wrapped around and had only a few buttons to unhook, making it easy to remove. Don’t remember seeing that one!
----“We need to call the cab first to make sure he will be here.” I even let Dollie call to keep the blame off me. She got a male dispatcher and asked if we could get a cab to come to the State Park campground and take two people to town. He asked the site number and told Dollie it would be $4 and a 30 minute wait. I quickly reminded her to ask for Clyde. She’d forgotten. I guess the dispatcher figured it out, saying Clyde would be there. He said Clyde had told the crew about you and all three of the other drivers are arguing over this fare. (You being Dollie.)
---We went back to the RV and got ready. I wore my normal short shorts and a Tee shirt this time. Dollie wore what she’d laid out. That skirt would never be legal walking around in that town and none of her blouses or bikini tops fit anymore! We waited outside the RV for Clyde the Cabby. When Clyde pulled up around 10AM he jumped out smiling and shaking my hand. He then hugged Dollie so tight her tits oozed mostly out of her tiny top. As we stood there I explained we just want a slow scenic drive around town and maybe just out of town. But not downtown. I handed Clyde a $5 or $10 bill and told him this is just our tip. As long as the fare is not over another $10 to town and back, it will be fine. Had to force Clyde to keep the money.
---- I don’t remember how I worded it but I questioned some of the past things Clyde and other cabbies saw in their back seats. I also hinted about all those things he’s seen in the past. Clyde told us as long as it didn’t involve murder or drugs anything is okay. I also told Clyde “we won’t jump out if you stop to watch something exciting in the back seat. We want this day to be memorable for all of us and filled with surprises.” I remember telling him “we wanted it to be a secret but now it ain’t.” I reminded Clyde I was 32 and Dollie 30. “There are things we don’t do or share. But we’ve been exhibitionists for years and love spur of the moment surprises.” I believe that’s when Clyde said he’s 45 and his wife is too religious to even dress sexy.

---Every time I think of us in that back seat I am shocked how roomy it was. Don’t remember being in a Checker cab or other brand but I’m betting this was a stretch model Checker. Back then Midwestern vehicles didn’t have tinted windows either, making seeing in easy. This was gonna be a fun taxi ride.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

----TAXI TEASIN
SATURDAY
----I’m sure from the time Dollie slid into that taxi cab back seat, and the hours that followed, Clyde saw things memorable. As we left the campground I also remember telling Clyde not to hold back. Tell us what you are thinking and feel free to make suggestions. I also told him no matter what happens stay in the driver seat. I also may have overdone saying we like to surprise people in sexy ways and be surprised.
---Clyde no more than passed the Ranger station when Dollie was naked. I actually don’t know if I had a part in that or not. Just beyond the Park entrance Clyde pulled over on the shoulder. He turned around and stared at Dollie sitting there naked. Clyde said if I was serious about saying what he’s thinking or suggesting he suggests Dollie spreads her legs wide. She did! Then Clyde asked “if I ask you to spread her pussy lips wide will you get mad?” I just reached down and spread them till she said “ouch.” After Clyde was satisfied he continued toward town.
---I suppose I was fondling Dollie’s boobs and rubbing her pussy by the time we got to the residential area before town. Clyde was weaving along that road, one lane each way. I told Clyde he needs to pull over for awhile if he is going to stare. Again, he pulled into the small grocery store/strip mall parking lot. I told Clyde we’d play awhile to make him happy then he could continue our ride. I even asked him what he’d like to see us do. Being a normal perverted male Clyde said he’d like to see Dollie masturbate herself. Without asking me, she did for maybe five minutes, moaning and saying it was making her cum a lot. As far as I can remember this was something new. Dollie had masturbated for many years while her girl friends watched and did the same. But I can’t remember letting males watch her. Dollie was changing and neither of us yet realized it.
---I told Clyde to watch this, as I played with Dollie’s nipples and she masturbated herself. This got her squirming and yelling even more. She was begging me to stop. Of course I hoped she wanted me to continue so I did. Together we put on our little show for at least 30 minutes with me also finger fucking her as she squeezed her own tits. After a few male shoppers heard Dollie’s screams and stared in the windows, I told Clyde we’d better go. That was exciting.
----I think Clyde was asking me to fuck Dollie before and after we left the strip mall. I do remember him saying not many drivers get to see naked customers fucking in their cabs. I said something like “yea, and I’ll bet you’d tell every cab driver you meet about it.” Clyde grinned and said something like “yep, it’s locker room gossip.” I told Clyde we had all day to get it done as long as he kept driving. I’d whispered to Dollie to occasionally beg me to fuck her. That added to the excitement. After awhile I’m sure she was really wanting fucked!
----Seems like we were riding very slowly in maybe an industrial part of town, occasionally passing grain trucks or construction trucks. We were attracting a lot of parked truckers, I remember that. Clyde got kinky and would pull up along side a parked trucker, sometimes at a light, or other intersection, watching the trucker staring at me fondling Dollie. Got a lot of air horns and yells.
--- It was summer and hot. No AC in the taxi cab and we were moving slowly. But it had power windows. Clyde rolled all of the windows down, front and rear. None of the windows were tinted but it just seemed like we were now even more visible. One thing for sure, we could here the kinky comments and yelling easier.
---Clyde the Cabby, Dollie, and several different truckers were yelling for me to fuck Dollie. So I did. I switched off with her sitting on my lap facing me and facing forward. Clyde and many others liked that forward position.
Many seemed to like it with her sitting on me as I laid on the seat too. Any position putting her boobys in full view brought smiles. In years past they’d jiggle and bounce. Now they just stuck out there and quivered. I also fucked with Dollie on the seat but Dollie was pretty much covered up by me then. We tried different ways because Clyde mentioned it the day before. I remember Clyde begging us to do it again in those positions when he finds someplace to park and watch.
---I think Clyde circled back around past many of those same truckers. Dollie was now sitting on me faced toward the curbside. Her back was to me. She gave me a slow fuck as I squeezed her titties from behind. We didn’t expect this trucker bonus. We both think Clyde knew about this place and did it on purpose after finding out I was a trucker.
---While at the campground I asked Clyde not to drive downtown where there was a lot of multilane stop and go traffic. Also I was concerned about tall buildings with lots of upper windows. We already knew how people looking out upstairs windows can see in cars. Dollie and I were now laying down slow fucking and hadn’t realized we were right downtown. The sound of people, horns, traffic, and the fact the cab stopped, made me raise up and look around.
---We found out where we’d caught the cab the day before was the taxi office. There were at least two other cabs parked at the curb as Clyde parked in his spot, Dollie and I naked and fucking! Clyde told us to keep low and keep on fucking. We also hadn’t heard Clyde call in and tell the other drivers to be outside to see his passengers. Can’t remember exactly, but there must have been at least two or three cab drivers and the dispatcher staring in the back side windows of our cab as we fucked, or laid there hooked together!
---Clyde got out and was introducing us as the best customers he’s ever had. All the drivers were so polite. I thought they deserved a better look. I ungracefully rolled off onto the cab floor then on my knees. Just as ungraceful, Dollie was laying there with her legs and c*nt spread wide. She gave them a few minutes to enjoy the view, then sat up.
---That small group of taxi drivers seemed to love looking at Dollie and at my erection. When a few mentioned my prick Dollie held it and stroked it briefly. All were complimenting Dollie on looking hot and sexy. More than one asked if he could be next. Clyde told them we are married. Putting on a show is all we do. Clyde told the crew he has a job to do and climbed back into the driver seat and left.
----Can’t remember how long Clyde was parked there. It seemed like forever! We had told Clyde while at our campsite we love surprises. This was our second one so far! Funny, our original plan was to surprise Clyde the Cab driver. So far everything we did he expected. Dollie and I stayed low in the back seat until Clyde got out of town.
---Someone mentioned being hungry. Dollie couldn’t be seen in public in that skirt. We got dressed and Clyde drove the cab thru a drive-thru for something to eat. Seems like he rode along the Lake Shore and stopped to eat at a small park. We were just sitting there in the back seat, Dollie naked again, or her skirt folded open, looking at scenery, eating, and fondling each other occasionally. We were fucked out! Clyde was eating and looking in the back seat at Dollie with her legs spread, at the scenery! Maybe at her boobs too! He continually thanked us for the best taxi driving day in his life. We couldn't believe we'd done that!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

-Trying to surprise Clyde the Cabby, and me!
Saturday afternoon


---After eating and teasing Clyde some more, he continued up the Lake Shore. Dollie had to pee so buttoned her clothes when Clyde stopped at a marina restroom. The skirt was nearly butt cheek high and flapping open at least half way up as the breezes caught it. The blouse nipple low. Dollie looked sexy and attracted more than a dozen older men boaters nearby.
---- I don’t know what was said but she returned with two old geezers, like 70’s or more, wearing captain hats and nautical type clothing. They climbed into the cab with Dollie between them and we were sort of introduced. Dollie asked Clyde the Cabby to drive around in the large marina parking lot. Clyde also took other roads to smaller lots where people fished off small piers.
------Apparently those two old sailor types had mentioned looking at and feeling Dollie’s body parts. They had her tiny top and tiny short wrap around skirt completely unbuttoned and unwrapped. Told ya it was handy! Both old guys were sucking titties, fondling, and soon taking turns dipping fingers in Dollie’s wet used pussy. I’d bet they were getting some mothers milk too. Clyde was having trouble driving in a straight line, or even around curves! He parked and we watched. I'd always told Dollie she'd make a good hooker. These old geezers looked like paying customers.
--- Maybe in 30 minutes Dollie said we’d better take you guys back before you have a heart attach. From the time they got in the cab until they left they must have fooled around an hour. Clyde drove them back where they’d gotten in the cab. Clyde told the two old guys that someone has to pay for the cab fare. Each handed Clyde a wad of money, thanked us all, and got out.
---Clyde offered to give us half the money. Have no idea how much it was. I told him Dollie is not a prostitute. We do not take money for having fun. He told us that at least it will cover the next few hours fare. As he started to drive away, several more of those old boaters waved and came up to the cab. None ran. They could barely walk! They wanted to go for a ride too. Dolle told them only two can go with us. I don’t remember if there were three or four standing there that time.
---Same thing. For old guys they sure had her clothes off fast. One would suck a tittie and play with it as the other fingered her. Several times they swapped. Clyde had parked in a fishing area and we were enjoying the show again. Clyde was timing these two. He said your fare is up men and started driving back. I don’t remember money being mentioned. Both handed Clyde some money. Before getting out of the cab they tried to coax Dollie and I into going for a boat ride with them. Yachts the guys called them. Yea big boats! We refused and told Clyde to get out of there, as a few more old geezers headed our way.

---Clyde told us he had enough money to drive half way thru Wisconsin and back now but was running out of hours. He said he works 5AM till 5PM. Clyde explained they have two ways of charging. By the mile and by the minute. We were on the clock by the hour. He said he could take us back to the office to transfer to another cab or even have a driver meet us someplace. I told Clyde to just use his own judgment about time and take us back to our RV before he has to quit. We must have rode around with Dollie naked another two hours, me fondling, fingerfucking, and slow fucking. Sometimes Clyde parked and watched, especially the fingerfucking and fucking.
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---Other than stopping someplace out of town to eat, and Dollie’s pee breaks, we’d been in that cab from 10AM until nearly 5PM when we were taken back to the cab office. Clyde had called another driver to take us back to the State Park and our RV. But things happen.