[Exhibitionist] CLOSET CLEANING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Who was Joe Whuzzit?

---Yep, that’s what we wanted to know. Who was that polite, kinky, wealthy man? And why would an obviously sophisticated, educated, well to do person hang out with bikers and Strippers?
Tuesday, we stopped at one of the tittie bars for a short time. Mostly asking about how safe it was visiting that bikers’ clubhouse. Many of the customers, and Strippers, were members. Someone made a phone call and we were invited back to the Clubhouse. When we arrived, there weren’t really many bikers there. But there were several familiar faces from the first biker party and from the tittie bars. We were asking questions about Joe Whuzzit.
---Someone else made some calls while we were in the Clubhouse. More members came to tell us the tantalizing tale of Joe Whuzzit. Don’t know why. But they felt we needed to know. Seems that several of the biker gals also are strippers, working for Joe!!!!! Most were in Dollie’s situation a time or two, dressed to thrill, and showin off for Joe. Everyone seemed to like Joe, yet didn’t quite like the way he treated some of the women.
---Not only did Joe own the two small strip clubs we visited, he owned the one I couldn’t find, and a few more farther North. Who was Mr. Whuzzit? Joe Whuzzit was a rich man and loved controlling horny women. Those tittie bars and his games with young gals was his hobby. Strip Clubs were illegal there till Joe Whuzzit began opening a few. He was known as the Boss Hogg of the County.
---I suppose this would be a time to paint a mental picture of the basic layout of all three Strip Clubs in these stories. And a time to let those of you who have never been in a tittie bar visualize what one looks like. I feel the more we know about details, the more the stories make sense. There was a small bar running down the right wall, with wooden bar stools, as you enter the front door. And of course mirrors along most walls for easy viewing even when facing the bar. . Each stage was at the rear center of the room. Restrooms on the left of stages, dancers‘ lounge-changing room on right with an entrance to the rear of stage. Tiny round wooden tables scattered throughout, each with two chairs.
---Each of these Clubs had one larger round table right down in front of stage with six chairs. When Joe came in, whoever was sitting there moved and the table was cleared . Of course, the first chair facing the stage was Joe’s! We were asked to join Joe, along with his friends, or a few Strippers. Strip Club number three was possibly four times large. Rather than small wooden rundown buildings needing paint and repair, and dimly lit, the last place appeared to be a fairly new, or remodeled, concrete block building, brightly painted. There were lots of flashing neon signs, lights, and pictures of dancing girls on the outside walls and inside.
---Two more important things were in this larger Club. The chrome pole, and across the base of the stage were low chairs right up front for customers to get close and interact with the dancers. There was no seating stage-front at those two small Tittie Bars. Being small places, first sets of round tables were next to the stages. As I often do, I get off topic. Hey, our life wasn’t a book. Things just happened.
---Dollie was Joe’s first “older” woman and we found out she was already special to him. But, I was an anchor, holding back his real plans. Even those sexy dresses were among the wardrobe Joe furnished for “his” girls and his Strippers. They were made to fit those skinny, small breasted gals. Something even Joe hadn’t thought of. No wonder Dollie couldn’t keep anything in them!
---Some stories were scary about how Joe used the young gals at the Clubs. Some were kinky and wild fantasy type things involving Joe as the Master, the girls his Slaves. About him forcing gals to lie naked on tables, legs spread, showing everything they had to bar patrons till he gave them permission to get up. All to thrill Joe, the boys, and for them to receive a few dollars tip money. One the plus side, no one was allowed to touch any girls. Pay was good, jobs scarce. Those young strippers knew if they didn’t obey Joe, they’d soon be replaced by others willing to do anything to keep a job. Speaking of anything, some gals masturbated themselves for extra tips and extra points with Joe.
--- Basically Joe was using young women to fulfill his and his old buddies sexual fantasies at the upper classed places he hung out. Viagra and other wonder drugs were not invented yet. These old geezers couldn’t get it up, so got their rocks off using women as sex objects to stare at and fondle. Word was that those old farts were paying Joe for the privilege to watch and feel. The money really meant nothing. It was just another kinky thing Joe did.
---Joe’s Strip Clubs were his endless supply of new human sex toys. The women we talked to admitted, except for those embarrassing games he played with them, Joe was good to them and paid well. Of course, the good stuff was only shared with Dollie by the women bikers. For Dollie, there were now mixed feelings. She was relieved knowing she had nothing to worry about as far as getting laid by old geezers. But wasn’t planning on becoming one of “HIS” girls. With us, Joe was only doing things I had fantasized about and discussed with Dollie for years. Joe just took it to a higher level out of our class!
--- Dollie was even willing to go back to visit Joe at another time. We got to mingle with the elite, weird and perverted elite, but at least got to sample how the other half lives….for a short time, anyway. It seemed Dollie could show anything with Joe and get by with it. Did I mention money talks. We left the Biker Clubhouse with some answers. Maybe we still didn’t really know who Joe Whuzzit was. But we knew about his own fantasy game world. And ya couldn’t say bad things about a man who could buy his fantasies. Again, why were some of us born with a plastic fork in our mouth, rather than a silver spoon?
There are a few more dress up surprise stories with our friend Joe Whuzzit.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

All week and Nuthin to Do!

---This story has nothing to do with dress up surprises. But it followed the wild weekend with Mr. Joe Whuzzit. We were registered and planning on staying at that same campground till the next Sunday afternoon. We’d already made new friends and found some fun strip joints.
---Actually, with some help, we finally found the third Strip Club. It was larger and more modern. More dancing girls. More customers. More titties to stare at. It was bound to happen. With some coaxing from friendly customers, and dancing gals, maybe me, Dollie went on stage at the newer Club. She wore tiny panties thinking this may eventually happen. By the time the week was over, she had stripped to her thong panties at all three Clubs. I suppose the locals loved her because she was new flesh…. older than the other gals, yet different meat to stare at. Dollie could never dance the dance. But just wigglin, jigglin, and fondling herself seemed to satisfy those bikers, rednecks, and me.
---But camping out is far more than hanging out in some dark, smoke filled honky-tonk. We alternated by taking drives in the country and walks on the beach. All in all, this was a great week away from our son. Okay, the rest of the week did include some dress up surprises. I picked out a few naughty bar hoppin outfits for Dollie. She surprised me at the beach wearing different bikinis, sometimes flashing the sun worshippers. On the plus side, we got flashed back sometimes, and free drinks at the bars. Sexy games can be fun.

================= Friend Dale , next Dress up partner.
---We spent the rest of that year talking about how out of control our dress-up game went with Mr. Joe. There were times we couldn’t believe what happened and how Dollie was dressed---undressed---in those classy places. But we also agreed it was exciting and worth the embarrassment. Lots of wild sex followed during and after talking about those games! But, would we do it again? I often teased Dollie that I just wanted to drive that fancy Mercedes again.
---We liked our new game. We needed another partner. Later that same summer we were spending a few days at our favorite nude beach across the state of Florida. I may have mentioned our biker-nudist friend Dale. If not, I will tell more later. Since Dale visited us many times already at the nude beach it was pointless to suggest to him about our dress-up surprise games. Hard to dress up and surprise anyone when naked!
---But wait, Dale first met us, and often thereafter, at biker bars at bike events. Dollie first attracted Dale when wearing an indecently short pair of shorts at a large crowded outside biker bar. At that time we didn’t meet Dale. Dale only met her ass from across the pudding wrestling pit. Funny, he recognized Dollie’s ass while at the nude beach much later. Dale is an ass man! Instant friends.
---After many years at the nudie beach and bike events, we decided we’d make Dale a DRESS UP SURPRISE partner for bars and bike events. This was no big deal, actually. Dollie nearly always wore very revealing biker teasin clothing already. And often wore those indecent shorts just to tease Dale. Still, letting Dale choose might be interesting. At the time we drove a full sized van. Actually Dollie’s closet and dressing room. Always full of sexy clothes for all occasions. During a visit, or phone conversation, Dale became our second dress up surprise partner.
---We’d meet Dale at an event. If we knew Dale was gonna be there, Dollie would purposely wear jeans or longer shorts, to make it interesting. We’d go to the van, and he’d pick out something sleazy for her to wear. This sometimes happened several different times in the same bar parking lot. Always Dale’s first choice was a tiny, short, narrow crotched pair of shorts. To Dale, the top hardly mattered. Often those clothes were what Dollie would have worn anyway. But this added to the excitement.
---A few years later, even this got kinkier. Dale discovered several micro-mini skirts in Dollies clothing collection. “Put this on without panties,“ I remember Dale saying. After that day, Dale often choose a mini skirt rather than short shorts. It’s not like he hadn’t seen Dollie’s pussy many times at the nude beach. Still, this was in a public place where others got peeks. Dale loved pulling Dollie’s short skirt up to show his friends. Dirty ole man! This arrangement was more like my original fantasy dress up game ideas were to be.
---Dale remains our dress up surprise partner, although he rarely choses anything for Dollie to wear anymore. Maybe he forgot. Usually she’s already lookin sexy. Or we are at the nude beach. I suppose we haven’t looked for anyone else to play this game because Dollie is usually already wearing something overly exposed.
---A few camping biker buddies occasionally ask Dollie to put on something special. Most often just for pictures with bikes. Still, there was Joe for several more years till we stopped going up that way. Stay tuned for Where’s Joe Whuzzit?

[ModelT-MsDollie]

WHERE’S JOE WHUZZIT ?
---Keep in mind, these events happened 14-15 years ago. Exact words and actions may have been slightly different. However, it’s amazing what you can remember after starting a story such as these.
---Sometime early the very next Summer we decided to go back up to find Joe Whuzzit. We had recently talked about the wild few days we spent letting Joe be in control of our newest game---DRESS UP SURPRISE. Actually, it wasn‘t really new. We had been playing it ourselves, taking turns choosing what Dollie wore, and where we‘d go, for many years. Dressing for Strip Clubs was often a place we’d take turns choosing the outfit for the evening. Someone else being in control was the new part. And now we had some more experience playing the game, as it was really intended, with friend Dale.
---Again, a-campin we would go. We figured even if we didn’t locate Mr. Whuzzit, we’d have fun at those tittie bars, site seeing, and going to the beach. After all, that’s what campers do. It wasn’t easy finding a baby sitter for a grade school kid in our neck of the woods for a week. But we did again.
--- All the way up to the campground, we talked about what may happen this time. Both assured it couldn’t get any worse…or better. Besides, we had our own rules and limits. Of course my rule was do whatever ya want. Have fun. Dollie’s has always been, keep your tool out of my tool box!
---We were pleased to see the three Strip Clubs still open. At least it wouldn’t be just a camping trip. I asked Dollie if she was gonna Strip again. She smiled and only said “maybe, if I get asked enough.” Registered at camp, parked the RV, and decided to check out the Biker Clubhouse first. We’d had a few phone numbers. But our filing system ain’t real purty! We lost the names and numbers. Being Friday afternoon, there were already a bunch of bikes and bikers out front. No more than pulled in the lot when several friendly voices hollered to us. Friends for only a short time, yet they remembered.
---Odd, I have no idea what Dollie was wearing then. Most likely something skimpy, since the weather was nice. Not yet hot, but comfortable. Remember, it’s what the gals wear that gets the action and reactions. We were soon updated on Mr. Whuzzit. Things remained about the same, we were told, and he was in the area. Then a little catchin up on what we’ve been doing. Also an update what some of the biker gals had been doing at the Strip Clubs and going out with Joe to his ritzy hangouts. Joe was still using them as toys and eye candy. Business was slow and the Strippers weren’t staying long.
---A few gals said Joe would be happy to see Dollie again. He often talked about her. From the Clubhouse, we stopped at the first small Strip Club we came to. Place was nearly deserted. Maybe two bikes and a few cars there. Inside were just a few male customers, barmaid, and two skinny girls. it was around 5PM . Last time, the place was doing fair by then on a Friday. No one looked familiar and no one remembered us. Bummer. They also said business had dropped off and dancers weren’t staying long anymore. The two skinny kids were the Strippers. They appeared to be 15 and built like me. Even the female bartender-waitress didn’t turn me on. I will only say she was rather plump for her height. We didn’t stay long enough to buy a drink.
--- Second Strip Joint wasn’t much better. At least a biker couple remembered us. I was thinking she was the gal who we met last year wearing only a vest for a top. Her boobs were mostly covered this time. At least the two young Strippers looked like Strippers here. In fact one gal was doing a fine job entertaining the few male customers there. I paused to enjoy her act, as Dollie ordered a couple beers and visited with the couple we had known. After we finished our one beer each, we left there also.
---Strip Club number three, the nicer and larger place. It was hoppin. In fact I had trouble finding a place to park the van not too far away. Must have been a dozen bikes and that many cages there. (Cars and trucks) We were happy to be greeted by several who remembered us. Hugs, hellos, and free beer. Cain’t git much better than that! Even the dancing gals were prettier, and well endowed, here. Must have been five or six of them. Each stacked better than the last, as I watched them perform. We were havin a good time, at last. ---At times like this, actual time means little. Perhaps an hour or so later, Mr. Whuzzit arrived. Joe walked directly to us, shook my hand and made some small talk. He then hugged Dollie, I remember Joe saying he was happy to see her. Not THAT happy! Altho, not being that kind of guy, I wouldn’t know. Again, some small talk then an apology for making her wear those two tiny black dresses. He admitted he made a mistake. They were for those skinny girls at the other bar. Not gals built like Dollie and the girl on stage dancing now. Joe also said he was notified that we were there and had to say hello. After some updates on what we and he’d been up to, Joe excused himself.
---A short time later, Joe returned----with another black mini-dress! This one appeared small and very thin. It actually sparkled and shimmered. Words something like “put this on Dollie. I’m sure it will fit better.” It did seem to have more material to it. Dollie refused. Joe asked if his membership in our dress-up game had expired. Dollie apologized to him saying she forgot. She got up to go to the public restroom to change. One of the Strippers took Dollie by the hand, leading her to their lounge-costume room. Rather than come back the same way, Dollie walked out onto the stage in that new black mini-dress. She was lookin hot! Yes, this one fit right. Not too short, and covering her well. The top was plunging, yet decent enough for most public places. I’d say the dress was something a woman could wear to a party or night on the town. Very risqué, looking like it was body painted on. The crowd loved her in it!
---It must have made Dollie hot too! She began doing her little thing. Not dancing. Can’t dance the dance. She slipped one booby out and played with it. Then putting it back, repeated with the other, rubbing her nipple with a fingertip, and shaking her tittie. Money began being tossed on stage. After pulling the top back up, Dollie walked to the edge of stage and slowly strolled from end to end. She was wearing tiny bikini panties, nearly a thong. Everyone down front could see. Dollie then pulled the dress up above her belly button, revealing her belly ring. More money was tossed. In fact Mr. Whuzzit tossed a $100 bill to her! Dollie then pulled her top down, nearly to her waist, working her titties. Basically the dress was now a belt--- with tiny panties. Joe tossed another $100 bill and others threw mostly $1’s and $5’s on stage. Probably wasn’t up there ten minutes. When she walked off, the MC-bouncer picked up the money, as he does for the other gals, handing it to Dollie. Including the $200 from Joe, Dollie collected well over $300 for something she would have done free. ---Dollie got quite a standing ovation from the house. Joe admitted he loved Dollie’s show and asked her to keep the dress. Some more small talk, then the proposition.

==================================== ---Remember my habit of adding notes? Note this. Have you noticed it’s the clothing Dollie wears that attracts perverts? Perverts are those male and female type people who love playing perverted games. Our kind of games! Also note this, it’s not the size of the boobs, it’s how a girl displays them and acts herself. We’ve played games and been flashed by women who are literally titless and had fun.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

The Proposition
---Something about Dollie captured this man’s heart. Why didn’t she dump my poor sorry ass and take a chance with this wealthy man? Joe Whuzzit had often complimented Dollie on being able to turn the customers on and repeatedly asked her to come work for him. There was talk about her working in these three Clubs and several others Joe and his friends have.
---Joe began his proposition. He mentioned it was important to move from Club to Club. Regular customers like new flesh to stare at. He tried to convince us both Dollie could make enough to retire well in six months or so. But this also involved being his companion, dressing much like today, and traveling to other States and Countries with Joe on business---and to work real Strip Clubs while there. Clubs where $100 bills, and larger, flowed like $1 bills here.
---At this time, Dollie was still looking hot and seemed to love the attention. This was also before she was bitten by a Brown Recluse spider on her left breast, needing much surgery, which reduced one breast. (.)(.) The other was made smaller to match later. In my pages, there is a story about this. Until then everyone teased Dollie about her large cartoon boobies. Cartoon boobs because they were very high, firm, and rounded. It’s difficult to admit it. But the next ten to fifteen years have aged us both. Exactly why I am sharing our stories and encouraging you to play while you can.
---Mr Whuzzit gave me a card and asked us to meet him the next day at his office in the Big City! Dollie had already made her decision. But still wanted to hear the complete proposition. Next morning, Saturday, we arrived at Joe’s office. It was several floors up in a large business complex. We were greeted by a beautiful receptionist with exposed long lean legs clear up to heaven. She said she was expecting us. After a brief wait, we were shown into a large executive office. Joe Whuzzit met us, smiling. He repeated his offer and added more. We would live in his condo overlooking the Ocean. A tutor would be furnished for Steven, our grade school aged son, and we’d have a pretty young maid to cook, clean, and take care of us. Joe laughed and said both women would help keep Steven and me occupied while Dollie was away. He added that he’d give me a list of HIS special girls if I needed additional company. Obviously trying to sway my decision.
---As mentioned before, Dollie would travel with him on business. Also she would work in Strip Clubs abroad and in various States here, after working his local Clubs to get the feel of it. Joe stressed that Dollie would be his companion at meetings, when attending other various Company functions, and to entertain his friends. Although getting intimate with clients would not be required, the occasion may arise from time to time. It would be Dollie‘s decision how far things may go. But Joe made it clear she would be a play toy for clients and old friends. Much like she and other gals had been right there in town.
---I’m guessing Joe was exaggerating on the possibilities of how much Dollie might make to influence our decisions. But, as I said, we had both made our choice long ago. We were used to the simple life and could never be apart for any length of time. Also, there were too many chances for this to turn out bad. As an unexpected turn of events, Dollie would have had to quit within months anyway. This was the time when major medical problems came up. A time when she nearly died of surgical complications. Then again, in the company of Joe and his companions with money, perhaps she would have gotten better care.
---Anyone reading our stories, and knowing even a little about us, know Dollie chose the left fork in our road of life. Joe Whuzzit said he figured what our decision would be. We remained friends. In fact Joe insisted we dine with him that evening to show there were no hard feelings. Joe laughed and said this would only be a partial dress-up surprise. She would wear the same dress she wore that Friday evening at the Club. The surprise part was we had no idea where we would dine.
---The rest of that week camping, we partied at Strip Clubs, went with Joe to a few fancy dining establishments again, and relaxed at the beaches not far away. Joe picked out dresses that actually fit Dollie. Always revealing a lot of breast. But more suited for those upscale restaurants. All were black except a pretty bright red dress one afternoon. We were met by Joe and his chauffeur at the campground or one of Joe’s tittie bars for our nights out. In a Lincoln, or in a Cadillac. Never the Mercedes. And, no, I never got to drive it again!
---This brings up some questions. Along life’s highway, there are hills, curves, and FORKS IN THE ROAD. We had arrived at another fork. Turn left, or actually continue straight ahead, on our same old path. A path leading to a normal, average, and preplanned destination. Take the right fork down a wide bright highway of possible fame and fortune. A neon road with sex, surprise, and an unknown ending. Given a choice, which way would you turn? Left or right?
(Look for stories about two more black dresses and the red one)

[ModelT-MsDollie]

The Dress-up Half Surprise
---After turning down Joe’s offer of Dollie becoming a professional stripper, Joe insisted we dine with him that Saturday evening. Dollie was to wear that last black dress he had chosen. Remember, this dress was reasonably long----for a mini-dress. Perhaps the hemline fell between Dollie’s knees and crotch. The dress had short sleaves and the plunging neckline was sort of square across Dollie’s titties. That first Friday on stage, she was braless. Her boobs were perhaps one third exposed above that square opening.
---Before leaving Joe Whuzzit’s office, we were instructed that someone would deliver two packages later Saturday afternoon. Clothing for both of us to wear that evening. We went back to camp, after a small fast-food lunch. Some time later a biker brought two packages, as Joe had said. In one was another suit, tie, and white shirt. In the other a note, the square-necked black dress…..and a lacy black bra. I remember Dollie called it a cross between a half-cup and a shelf bra. The note instructed us to wear those clothes, including the bra, and be ready by approximately 7PM.
---Dollie had tried the bra on almost immediately, thinking it was odd Joe wanted her wearing one. Dollie’s titties sort of floated on top of that black lacy thing, looking even larger than they were. Yet both nipples were covered. She could wait no longer. Dollie put on the black dress also. It was amazing how her breasts appeared twice as large as normal! They were at least one half exposed now. Squished together and sort of ozzing over that black straight-cut top. Maybe an inch of the lacy part of the bra was showing, actually looking as if it were part of the dress. I’ve been lookin at those boobs for many years, yet couldn’t keep my eyes off them now! Trying to find words to discribe how they appeared, I can ony think of two full moons dropping over an ocean. (.)(.) This proved the old saying a gal wearing a tiny bikini looks hotter than if naked at a beach. Joe had learned a lot about sexy clothing from the strippers who worked for him!
---A year ago, Dollie wore two different dresses which left her boobs bare and bouncing, for the most part. This dress proved to attract even more attention. On the plus side, it was legal and decent----for the most part. After all, celebrities are seen on TV and in the news wearing tit poppin tops such as this.
---After we both realized we still had no idea where Dollie was headed to be displayed this evening, I got into that damned suit. We spent some time talking about last year’s embarrassments, and the possibilities of more to come. In no time, our ride arrived. A chauffeur driven big black Cadillac. Joe, me, and Dollie slid into the rear seat, her in the middle. Even her entrance and exit were uneventful because of the longer dress and the fact Dollie held it down. We exchanged small talk and Dollie was repeatedly complimented by Joe for looking OUTSTANDING. Yes, Joe made it clear what he loved that was standing out. Like me, he couldn’t stop looking, or keep his hands off.
---This night out was full of surprises. The chauffeur stopped at Joe’s larger Strip Club. We were asked to remain in the car as the chauffeur went inside briefly. He returned with a younger version of Dollie at his side. Blonde, buxom, boobies also oozing out of an identical dress! Only this dress was blue. With his choices of beautiful young women, I was constantly asking myself why Joe was now always choosing Dollie as his escort. Questions!! Joe informed us this would be my date for the evening. I should treat her as I would treat Dollie. Joe explained it would appear better if we each have a date. I’ll just call her Daisy Mae. Joe had been rubbing and fondling Dollie’s titties ever since we left the campground. Seemed like a plan to me! Daisy Mae’s boobs were smooth and firm, as large as Dollie’s. Like Dollie, Daisy Mae enjoyed the hands-on attention. In no time we were driven to the most elegant eatery we’ve ever seen. A whole lot nicer than Taco Bell or tiny G---’s Family Restaurant back home.
---As we sat there in this exquisite dining establishment, just taking in the fantastic décor, we also noticed the other dining guests. Rather than whispering nasty comments this time, even older women in furs and fancy gowns came over to our table to compliment Dollie and Daisy Mae. The place was nearly filled with mostly older couples, plus some single men, and women, alone. There were only three or four old geezers with their eye candy sex toys. You know, their nieces or nurses, as they were often called. Dollie and I were both semi-shocked seeing those skinny young things wearing tiny dresses like Dollie had worn a year ago. Tiny gals with exposed asses and small breasts, mostly slipping in and out of those dresses. Joe also noticed those gals---and our reactions, as we stared. Surprisingly, Joe began to explain why he and those wealthy old men enjoyed the company of such young and sexy gals. And why he took a likin to Dollie. Finally all the answers! ---Remembering back now, I don’t recollect anyone ordering dinner. I remember white wine being delivered, then lots of fancy dishes with red wine. It was difficult eating with so many people stopping to say kind words, and old dudes hugging MsDollie and MsDaisy. There’s still more to this Saturday evening. I’ll call it DRESSED UP COMPLETELY SURPRISED.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

DRESSED UP COMPLETELY SURPRISED.[/
---Mr Joe Whuzzit had spilled his guts that Saturday evening while dining in the most upscale restaurant we’ve ever seen. I suppose we could say Joe cleaned out his closet! Also, rather than sitting watching Joe and other old men looking and touching Dollie, I had my own play toy and piece of eye candy . But, as we were leaving, we were also reminded why we don’t consume mixed drinks with funny names or wine. Struggling outside to the Cadillac and ending up back at Joe’s nicer Strip Club, was a blur. We were taken back there to drop off Daisy Mae, and have a few drinks to unwind. It didn’t take long to figure all four of us were just about as unwound as we could get! I sort of remembered four people huddled up sleeping in the back seat, two black bras hanging over the front seatbacks. And at some point the chauffeur bringing four cups of hot coffee.
---The next thing I remembered was sitting inside the tittie bar drinkin more coffee. It was actually Sunday, like 4 AM, give or take an hour! The manager, a janitor, and two strippers were still there, waiting for us to regain our composure. At Joe’s request both gals went up on stage and put on a little show. Being late, and the Club was closed, both young gals were soon naked….No pasties, no panties! Both Daisy Mae and Dollie soon joined them. Since neither was wearing anything except those dresses, both of them were also naked in no time. The act was short. We were then transported back to our RV at the campground. Bright and early Sunday afternoon we wandered back outside to sit in the shade and fresh air. A couple of bikers arrived later with two more packages and instructions. We were going out again Sunday evening! Be ready at 7 PM.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Many Black Dresses
---We were again invited to dine with Joe the next day, Sunday. After that, we were on our own until our final Saturday evening there. Weekends were Joe’s party days and he was enjoying surprising us. Opening these clothing gifts was like Christmas to Dollie, even though she always returned the dresses later. What would this outfit be and what was Sunday’s destination?
---Relieved, my package contained black dress pants and a T-shirt. A T-shirt with a crest similar to a Coat-of-Arms and the name of a lodge. Could have been Moose, Elks, VFW. I’ll be discreet and call it Possum Lodge, in honor of my Canadian friend Red Green. Yep, Dollie, we’re going to Possum Lodge----wherever and whatever that is! At least it doesn’t seem so high fa-lootin.
---Dollie expected her newest clothing pick to be something sexy but fit for public. After all, Joe had learned that all gals are not created equal. And one size does not always fit all! So far so good, when first looking the next garment over. Lots of material this time. Or so it appeared! Dollie held up another black dress, measuring it to her body for length. Sort of a formal length thing, hem line to her ankles. But, what’s this, she wondered? From the waist upward were two straps, sort of suspenders. They started approximately 6” wide, ending up 2” wide from below her boobs on up over her shoulders and down to her waist in the back! Like suspenders, there was a cross-strap about at her shoulder blades connecting the two straps. ---Always curious how clothing will look, Dollie immediately put this one on. “Not gonna work“, she said. “No matter what kind of lodge, this won’t cover enough.” Nothing was covered except her nipples and that two inch strip of material over the center of her boobs! There were no campers at the RV’s nearby so Dollie decided to leave that thing on and check it out by walking, sitting, and moving about. Surprising both of us, her nipples remained covered. She kept repeating she wouldn’t wear that anyplace except a Strip Club. We both knew this lodge really wasn’t a small time organization.
---Dollie’s plan was to leave it on then b*tch to Joe when he arrived to pick us up. Again, we were in for another surprise. Dollie put a blouse over the revealing dress and we waited. The note had said be ready at 7 PM. Around 5 PM a long white Lincoln limo pulled up. The driver walked toward where we were sitting. Dollie asked him to have Joe come to see this dress. Dollie made it clear she wasn’t wearing it in public. Another surprise, or two! Joe was already at the lodge for a meeting. It would be over earlier than expected. We were to be there sooner than planned for entertainment and lunch.
---After seeing Dollie in that gown and listening to her b*tch and moan, the driver asked us to walk to the limo . The windows were dark and we could not see inside. When the chauffeur opened the door and Daisy Mae stepped out, we were surprised! Again, big boobed Daisy wore the same long gown with those suspender-style straps as Dollie. It was also black. My jaw dropped and my penis rose to the occasion. Most likely what would later happen to most men seeing either of these women! Dollie mentioned those first dresses from a year ago and how she lived through showing everything in upper classed night clubs. She also admitted Joe choose these dresses. She had to follow orders.
---Our chauffeur insisted we get moving. I ran into the RV and slipped into those black slacks and the red lodge T-shirt, then off we went in the long Lincoln to a destination I couldn’t find to this day. All I remember is it being a large upscale lodge along a small river. I had been preoccupied, staring at and fondling four large bare breasts. Again, getting in and out of the car was uneventful.
---A doorman informed us the meeting was over and we were there in time for the entertainment and lunch. We were greeted at the door by two more men, then taken through a large sitting-smoking room. I figured this out when I saw a few old men sitting smoking! We were lead through large wooden double doors, to a massive dining hall. As before, our eyes quickly wandered, checking who was there. Obviously this was a gentleman’s club. And a rich old man’s club to boot. Trying to remember and paint a picture of what we encountered, I’d guess there were at least 200 old dudes there. I didn’t know then. I don’t know now. This is a rough estimate. Still, the large room wasn’t crowded.
---Soon the next surprise. Although most of the old geezers appeared alone at first, we began spotting old guys with their sex kitten eye candy. Each pretty young gal was wearing the exact same black full length gown!!!!!! Eventually, perhaps two dozen girls in all. Most were those barely legal looking skinny girls with pert perky perfect breasts, mostly covered by their suspender gowns. We continued to look around, as we were introduced to various wealthy club members. I spotted numerous full-bodied women with large pendulous titties. These didn’t stay covered, for the most part, as those gals moved about. And, to my amazement and delight, there were several ladies with melon sized breasts, much larger than Daisy Mae’s and Dollie’s put together! It was also obvious that although all dresses were alike, they were sized accordingly for the figures and boobs.
---All those ittie bittie tittie’d girls appeared to be of that barely legal age. Although probably in their 20’s ! But those with more meat on their bodies were perhaps in 30’s thru late 40’s, possibly some 50’ish. More meat, more to my likin.! No matter what their shape or size, the fact each was wearing that identical long gown with small suspender style top was mind boggling!!!!! And it doesn’t take much to boggle my mind at times like those!
---Lookin back, I said 24 gals total. But at least half of them were those Barbie-Doll look-a-likes. They must have been waiting in another room until the meeting was over. With them wandering through the crowd, being passed from old man to old man, made keeping score difficult.
---Daisy and Dollie were greeted as if celebrities. Hugs, kisses, compliments….and squeezes from all corners of the room. Like the other gals, their breasts were mysteriously uncovered and fondled by most old farts during hugs and small-talk. Nearly every old guy passed large quantities of money to Dollie, Daisy, and others. It appeared the gals weren’t there for the entertainment---- they were part of the entertainment.
---The meal was a simple one. Fried chicken or fried fish, with side dishes. Sure brought back old memories of those Stag Movie nites back in Illinois! Cheap food and cheap wild women! Not so cheap here. But, what would the real entertainment be? An X-rated movie? No sooner finished eating when the answer was right in front of us. A few of the gals stepped up on a small stage, removed their gowns, and did their bump-n-grind acts. As they finished, a few more girls replaced them. Usually two gals,but sometimes four or more, naked, dancing right before our eyes. Yes, somehow we were seated with Joe Whuzzit stage front. The larger the amounts of money tossed, the more pink female parts were displayed.
---Of course, it actually got boring in time. (Maybe not!) Ya see one naked Barbie-Doll, you’ve seen em all! Dollie and Dasiy were encouraged to go on stage. Neither did! Even Joe begged them not to! But some of the other older women did. To me, the wildest act was when those two forty-something aged women with the water melon boobs danced naked together! Those humongous titties shook, jiggled, and bounced freely, as they also danced neekid….! ---The climax---in more ways than one, I’m sure----was when they fondled and worked each others’ titties. Bringing back even more old memories, several of the skinny young gals wandered throughout the dining hall, still naked, giving lap dances and letting old guys fondle their perky little breasts. The larger the wads of money held up, the more Barbie-Babies joined the crowd….and the more body parts were made accessable for wrinkled old hands! Let me just say, some of those old dudes who ate chicken had hands smelling like fish! After their acts, both of the very well endowed women, still naked, stopped at our table to say hello to Joe, Dollie, Daisy, and little ole me! Mostly Joe, I believe. I even got those four massive boobs shoved in my face, and a quick feel…! All because my lovely wife asked them to do it. Why do I love thee?
---Dollie was relieved that she was only part of the eye candy, not the entire act. A quick stop at Joe’s large tittie bar to drop off MsDaisy Mae, a few domestic beers, a chance for Dollie to flash her hooters, and a safe return to the camper. We later commented that Joe seemed to have mellowed a bit. A night we would not soon forget.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

THE PRETTY RED DRESS
---One last dress up surprise story about Joe Whuzzit. Then his confession! A week had passed. Joe was a business man and busy through the week. That also gave us a break to relax and just be happy campers. One evening after a ride, maybe Wednesday, we had stopped for a short time at Joe’s nicer Strip club. While there, we were informed by the manager that for our last Saturday Dollie would again be Joe’s escort and Daisy Mae my play toy. Joe had one more dress-up surprise planned before we left on Sunday!
---Joe had this fetish for tiny black mini-dresses. To our relief Joe realized “one size does not fit all.” The clothing he was furnishing Dollie were the same dresses his Strippers came on stage in and the other night club partners wore. Amazingly they weren’t the break-away Velcro attached type.
---We just hung around our RV that last Saturday afternoon, taking a short walk and visiting other campers. The black Caddy pulled up in front of our site. This time Joe arrived rather early…. Noonish, Dollie and I watched for Daisy Mae to step out of the Cadillac, or at least say hello from inside it. Joe told us I didn’t need an escort where we’re going. I was getting used to MsDaisy--- and her big boobies! But, I got over not driving Joe’s Mercedes. I’d get over not driving MsDaisy….more or less.
---In Joe’s hand there was another small package for Dollie. Joe wore shorts and a T-shirt. This is what I wear when camping. So I was ready to party. Joe brought a pretty red mini dress for Dollie to wear. It also covered most important body parts, sort of. All black dresses had varied in length. Each was made differently. The plunging tops all distinctly different . Yes, Dollie had to be cautious about bending and squeezing her arms wearing those black dresses. But we came to realize there were always other young girls with old geezers displaying equal amounts of fine female flesh, easing the embarrassment slightly. This time, neither of us was worried about another indecent outfit. But, as we looked at that rubber red thing, we were beginning to worry again. Dollie hurried into our RV to put the red dress on.
---Joe was good at this dress-up surprise game. We were in for other unexpected surprises this time. An odd request was made while Dollie was inside forcing herself into that thin red vinyl dress. Mr. Whuzzit asked to call Dollie Margie for today! I didn’t care what he called her, as long as we had fun. When Dollie came outside wearing that red dress, we were both pleased with the sexy lookin gal who stood before us. After a few oooh’s and aaaah’s, Joe explained to us that his wife is named Margie, and Dollie reminds him of Margie when they were much younger. Dollie felt this was creepy at first. Then realized it was a compliment. As we traveled to our destination, adding more during the day, answers were answered and things began to make sense about Joe’s desire to have Dollie as his escort. Details in another story………HA! ---The red dress was very bright in color. Seemed to be made of Condom material………with a hole for Dollie’s head. Yes, it was again short, to the point of being illegal and vulgar. Saying it was tight would be putting it mild. It looked as if someone body painted it on Dollie. This one had a deep V-plunging neckline to her waist with straps which became very narrow over each shoulder. On the plus side, it was so tight those straps remained on her shoulders. This time Joe allowed Dollie to wear a tiny bright red thong pair of panties which he also furnished. At the rear, nothing showed as the thongie part disappeared between Dollie’s cheeks. The small amount of material in front barely covered her pussy and frontal area. Still, it made Dollie feel comfortable knowing IT was covered! Half of the dress-up surprise was finished.. the dress! And the added surprise that I was now with Margie!
--- What high classed over crowded upper crust establishment would we end up in this time? Joe escorted “MARGIE” to the black Cadillac and we were off to find out. Yes, Dollie’s (Margie’s) bare ass was fully exposed, as that tiny piece of rubberized material rode upward, fighting a loosing battle with the leather car seat. But, IT remained hidden behind those ittie bittie panties!
---The Cadillac rolled though the countryside, places we’d never been. After what seemed like an hour, or more, we arrived at another tiny Strip Club. The flashing neon sign overhead said it all…. JOE’S JOINT. The place was clean and new looking. We entered to yells from the crowd---reminding me of the place on the TV show, “CHEERS.” Only they were yelling JOE, and MARGIE, not Norm! No, we’d never been there. Wherever there was! But there were some familiar bikers and other customers from some of Joe’s other strip Clubs there. Obviously they were expecting us! Hugs, handshakes, small-talk, then a table in front of the stage. Domestic beer all around. Joe knew we didn’t care for those strange mixed drinks.
---I vividly remember Dollie (Margie) yelling about the cold leather chair, as she sat down on her bare exposed ass! I mentioned about the dress straps being tight and staying where they belonged. Joe’s wandering hands rubbed Margie’s boobs. But this time he didn’t pull down her straps or pull out Margie’s titties. Joe’s friends wandered over for some more small-talk. Meaningless small talk, just to get a close up view of Margie’s titties. It was creepy the way Joe‘s friends automatically called Dollie MARGIE! (Still, Dollie seemed to be enjoying the attention .)
---The dancing gals here seemed more professional, older, ---and better built. Real women with real meat on their bodies. It seems as though we watched two or three gals do their thing on stage. Then we were off for another secret destination. Many people saying goodbye to me, Joe and saying come back soon MsMargie.
---More zig-zags through the backwoods. Another Strip Club. Another surprise! A flashing neon sign similar to the one at JOES JOINT welcomed customers. MARGIE’S PLACE in large pink and blue letters! These were the Clubs that we were told Joe owned further North. This second Club was larger, still not as big as the fancy Club back near the campground. However both of these Clubs were very bright and stages well lit from above and below with neon and colored flashing lights. Floodlights reminding me of those old WWII aircraft spotter lights. Well, maybe not that bright. But giving very good views of naked skin on lovely well endowed ladies. Again, greetings, hugs, hand shakes and free beer. Basically a repeat of the first Club. Watched several dancers dance. Watched Joe fondle Margie’s titties again. And again, he left the straps in position, keeping Margie’s nipples out of site.
---Perhaps an hour of visiting, sipping beer and watchin naked gals perform. The chauffeur came to the table and Joe said it was time to move on. So far, so good! Too good to be true! Mr. Joe Whuzzit had given us many exciting surprise days and evenings. This one was surprisingly different. The big black Cadillac again was pointed into the night. All three of us sort of reminisced about the games we shared with Joe. We repeatedly thanked Joe for all of the amazing times with him.
---Another surprise, Joe never touched Dollie as we traveled back south in the Caddy. Of all places, we ended up at that tiny Mom-n-Pop restaurant near the Biker Club, in the small town near the campground. There were only a few customers there. But, everyone, including the cook and waitress called Dollie MARGIE. Even as we visited, and ate a simple burger and fries, she was automatically referred to as Margie. Perhaps another hour passed. It was just getting dark outside as we left the restaurant.
---Joe continued his confessions, as he did during much of our free time that day and evening. We were nearly to the campground before I realized we were being taken back to our RV. The night was young. Dollie wasn’t asked to go on stage anyplace to strip. And other than having her name changed, ass exposed, her boobs mostly exposed, and fondled a bit, a non-eventful evening.--- Compared to those others with Joe Whuzzit!
---Although we’d planned to visit Joe again, and was asked to do so by him, things happened. Dollie became deathly ill. Had several surgeries. Was given her last rites. Spent many hospital stays and was bedridden for over a year afterward. For awhile, we kept in touch with some members of the biker Club.
---Two years passed. After Dollie regained her strength, we had planned on just a short motel stay to visit Mr. Joe Whuzzit. No details. But Joe had passed away during Dollies’ recuperation period. We took a drive up and visited the Bike Club briefly. Drove by those first three Strip Clubs. All were closed down, as were the others, we were told. I keep stressing have fun while you can. Even money doesn’t help when your time comes!
Rest in piece Mr. Joe Whuzzit, wherever you
are.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Finally, all the Answers
---This story has nothing to do with our dress-up surprise games, or much of anything else concerning us. It does show how fate, and luck, can play a big part in making fantasy dreams come true. So read and enjoy, or just skip to something else out of our closet.
---Back during a night out with Joe Whuzzit and my date, Daisy Mae, Joe told us his story. Rather than put this after the story “Dress-up Surprise”, I figured it would be best to tell about all our dress-up experiences and surprises first. Plus the complete story wasn’t told until the red dress date with Margie. Having concerns about how true Joe’s story was, we began asking around. This is a compilation of everything we learned.
Mr. Joe Whuzzit began his tale of why those other old rich men loved being seen in public with girls as young as granddaughters. Also he revealed how his own lust for young female companions ended up with him owning several Strip Clubs. Without even asking, we were told the rest of Joe’s story!
---I’ll just stick the part about why old dudes prefer young sexy girls over older women right here. Most of you already know. Makes them feel young and important! Their own wife has probably died, divorced, too lazy to leave the house, or looks too ugly and out of shape. (Yes, this story is politically correct) Also their wives never would dress that way no matter what they looked like.
Now on with Joe’s story. It became clear why Joe loved having Dollie as his companion. Simply put, Dollie was the wife Joe first had. Well, a duplicate of her. Joe and I were much alike. Except Joe was born wealthy. Joe loved his young wife, Margie, dressing sexy and pleasing him by flaunting and flashing anytime he asked. Yea, like me. His pretty young bride was happy to please her man by going to night clubs, Country Clubs, and trips abroad with Joe. Always dressing wild and acting wild. Then children, getting fat, and lazy. Something that often happens to beautiful young girls.
---Of course, with kids, Margie stayed home more. Joe had business associates, partners, clients, and others to entertain and show off for. He continued his visits to the upscale night Clubs and a few Country Clubs. And many trips to other Countries. Joe felt lonely and left out without his wife by his side. And he missed the attention he got when people stared and fussed over Margie.
---Joe began noticing some of his friends, and other old coots, having young, semi-clad, pretty girls with them at these affairs. Questioning some, he was told they were nurses, therapists, nieces, relatives, and even clients. Another thing Joe noticed, some of the old guys had much younger wives, after their’s passed away, or left. Joe had a wife. He needed an escort, or secretary.
---Well, Joe lived in a world beyond the streets. He had no idea where to find a pretty young female who would dress sexy, and do the things his wife used to do…those things these young ladies were doing in public with the old men. Joe asked around. An escort service was recommended by most of his old friends. He had his private secretary check into this. Joe Whuzzit soon had a list of escorts. Joe expected those escort ladies to expose themselves in the high classed wining and dining places he was used to attending with Margie. He also expected them to let other old farts fondle them in those public places, like the girls with some of those other Club members. ---After several bad experiences with hot looking escorts, Joe was told he needed a prostitute, more than an escort. Again, Joe had no idea where to look for a prostitute. This time he wasn’t about to ask his secretary to look in the Yellow Pages! He started asking younger guys at his favorite Country Clubs. He was taken to several wh*r* houses. Again, mixed reactions. Most responses were, fuck my girls here, or maybe take them to a hotel. But my girls don’t fool around in public places! Joe hired a prostitute a time or two. He even got a few different gals to attend his parties and classy eateries at times. But, eventually they told him he was a kinky old pervert and if he wasn’t looking for a piece of tail, stop coming back! More than one Madam, and several different hookers, told Joe what he needed was a stripper. They told Joe to start hitting the bars and strip joints.
---Again, the search was on. Joe found some small bars by riding around and by asking men at the restaurants and other places he hung out. No Strip clubs! Joe again began asking younger men at the Country Clubs and bars. Someone took him out into the country to one of those rundown tittie bars. At this time, there were no signs saying what the place was. It wasn’t even legal to have a strip club in the county then. Yet, there were half dozen very young girls, each working their naked asses off on stage most nights. Joe tossed money to the girls as if it were scraps of paper. The pay wasn’t much. Mostly tips from the small crowds on weekends. Several young desperate strippers began taking turns dating Joe. This thing was working out well. Being young, being poor, being amateur strippers, they’d gladly wear anything Joe suggested. And they didn’t mind sharing their tits and ass with Joe’s old friends for the tips those old geezers were handing out.. After all, the most those old guys did was rub and squeeze! This went on for several years. Joe’s wife, Margie, was aware of it. But she was relieved because Joe stopped begging her to attend those affairs with him.
---The story gets a little confusing and blurry about here. Much of what you just read… and the following, came from various sources. But most was repeated in different places. I remember the facts. But not the exact order they happened. Joe’s wife passed away. Joe spent months not leaving his office. He worked, ate, and slept there. Rumor was he only left to go to other Countries on business. When he did finally start attending parties at those upscale night Clubs, he went alone. Joe heard rumors that the Strip club had closed so decided to see for himself.
---Even before this, the County had raided and shut it down several times. It was Joe and his lawyers who bailed out the girls and paid the owner’s fines. Joe Whuzzit knew people in high places. People who turned their heads. Still, County officials had to make it look good when they received enough complaints. Joe got in touch with the owner-manager of the Club. He was through being harassed and fined. As far as he was concerned, the tittie bar was closed for good.
---Seeing a way out, the owner made Joe an offer he couldn’t refuse. Still, there was a small catch. The owner of this small bar also owned another, even more run down, maybe ten miles up the road.. It wasn’t a Strip club. It was just a hang-out bar for local rednecks. It was known for being a hotspot for fights with outsiders. Joe didn’t even drive by to look that joint over. His plan was have it torn down. Joe Whuzzit bought both bars after some wheelin and dealin of his own with County officials!
---Like I‘ve written, money talks. Joe, his money and attorneys, County Bigwigs, and deals involving loose women, soon got Joe special permits for licenses for two Bar Room-Dance Halls. Joe basically had the exteriors cleaned up and repaired. But left rustic looking. Inside both building were redone like other Strip Clubs Joe’s builders had checked out. Sounds like that was a rough job!
---Business was good. Joe had an endless supply of party gals (strippers) who would follow him anywhere---and do anything for the good pay Joe was known for. Joe bought several more Clubs just for fun. Seems he had a monopoly on Strip Clubs---I mean Dance Halls in the County!
---Along came Dollie and I with our silly Dress-up Surprise game offer. Joe always wished his wife, Margie would have been the wild dressing-acting woman Dollie was. Taking us up on our offer, Joe instantly fantasized Dollie becoming his wife. There was one problem…..ME! But even that was to Joe’s likin. Joe was amazed how Dollie and I enjoyed our games, and me letting her play them for fun. His original plans were to convince us to let Dollie go alone with him to those Clubs. But being amazed how I sat back and just let the games happen, he made me part of the games.
---Some say shit happens. Yes, and sometimes honey happens too! We used to think back. What if Dollie dumped my ass and married Joe? Instead of living in the boonies in a double-wide mobile home, we could both be looking out the upper floor windows of a condo on the beach. Just dreamin here. After all, Joe died, left his kids a fortune. We figured Dollie would have gotten part of the fortune. And she swears she would have taken me back!
---But, enough fantasizing. We could never part. We are far richer than Dollie would have been in far away Countries and that condo on the ocean. Remember, this is a true story. We could care less who disbelieves. Yes, some parts may have happened slightly different. Words and exact times may have been different.
---You and I never know what tomorrow will bring. Follow your dreams and your fantasies. Many will be dead ends. But if you don’t go down the road of life, you’ll never know what’s around the next corner.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

KINKY CAMPERS
---We continued to see our Dress-up surprise-/ Biker Buddy-/ Nudist Friend Dale. In fact we visited with him this past Bike Week 2010. We also have another Dress-up Surprise partner who lives within 25 miles of Dale. I’ll call him Al. But, for most visits with either, Dollie is already wearing teasing type clothing. Most stops to see either we’re going to or from the beach or a bike event. You could say we stop to tease. Still we have dress-up days when they tell Dollie, over the phone, what to be wearing when we arrive. Since many now know Dollie lost much weight I will add that at this time she was already much smaller…yet looking firm and sexy. Both Dale and Al noticed immediately. An optical illusion: for every pound Dollie looses, her boobs seem to grow. That was a plus for awhile.
---The only reason I mention these friends is when we last visited each, we were camped with the RV trailer on the East Coast. We had just returned to campground from visiting Dale. Dollie still dressed to tease, and hot from hands on activity. Purely by accident, nothing to do with Dollie’s ass showin shorts and nipple peekin top, I’m sure…… the middle aged bikini clad woman and her partner camped next to us became interested in our company. One thing led to another and we ended up going to the nude beach together. This couple was from out of State. Although they’d gone naked in a few semi secluded places back home, they’d never been to an official nude beach. What better way to SEE what your new friends look like! We just visited that afternoon and found out about our pasts.
---Seems as though we are a rare couple, creating actual planned sex games. This couple was into much the same. However their games were spontaneous. Usually because Millie flashed someone. Yep, she is an habitual tit flasher. Since it was too late, we’d leave early in the morning for the nude beach further South to get a parking spot. We soon learned this couple was very much like us. Into kinky games and her dressing to tease and please. Like Dollie, Millie didn’t put out! But she was playful ! So much like Dollie and I. Yea, I’ll call them Willie and Millie, from Philly! Damned I’m discreet. Millie is slim, yet well filled out. Nice boobs, hanging naturally. Willie has a medium willie, hard much of that first beach visit. Mine no longer gets up. Age and BP meds have a way to hurt old men!
---I have a big gas gusslin truck plus RV trailer. Willie a little fuel sippin car he pulls behind their motor home. Willie decided to drive to the beach. Preplanned, we all wore shorts and tank tops, that’s all. I sat up front to give directions, and because I had no leg room in that little back seat. Perhaps proving they were telling the truth, or just because,….. Millie pulled up her tank top several different times, flashing bikers beside us at a light….or pedestrians along the way. Willie and Millie were into her dressing naughty and acting the same. Yep, Millie loved showing her titties. This was gonna be a fun friendship.
---We only walked a short distance past the NUDE BEACH sign. We hated that area. It’s where voyeurs and regular dressed tourists stop to check out the weird nudists. I couldn’t walk far on the sandy beach since I was still getting my new hips broken in. As soon as we cleared the sign Dollie was neekid! After we all sat our small folding chairs in our piece of beach sand, we all were undressed. Our new friends felt comfortable in no time. They said it was so much more relaxing knowing this was legal. Like us, it was surprising how soon this felt normal and right. Spent the afternoon visiting, lookin at other nudists, even taking a short walk. I remember back when we were embarrassed when we told others we were nudists. I still say we aren’t. Just kinky perverts going naked when we can.
---Afterward, we went to a few biker style bars we knew about, then lunch at a small Pizza type bar. Everyone got a few nice peeks at Millie’s girls. She just seemed to do it naturally when somebody looked at her too long. Kept warning her that the laws were now strick about indecent exposure. At certain bars that we had been in many times, this show and tell became a contest between Dollie and Millie.
---We met some bikers we’d known for years. They rubbed and fondled Dollie’s titties as we talked. Damned bikers ! Dollie dared Millie to let them do the same. She did! They did! Damned bikers ! Yea, we had fun with these new friends. Clean sexy fun. That evening, back at the campground, talk of dress-up surprises of our past came up, among other games involving tits. It was decided I would supply Millie‘s clothing the next morning for destinations unknown. Willie would do the same for Dollie.
---We were near a beach. Millie had been wearing a small bikini when we met. I’d make this easy. I choose one of Dollie’s very tiny bikinis and we’d go to Daytona Beach and other crowded beaches in the area. Daytona Beach City has changed the laws on what’s decent and what’s not. So much for the Bikini State and freedom. Thongs are illegal and the law about what is exposed on top is still a mystery. Something about no side or under booby meat showing. The swimsuit I chose for Millie was most likely not legel. But as long as we stay on the beach and watch for Cops, we should be okay. Luckily it worked out fine.
---I caught Willie off guard. He had chosen a mini-skirt, no panties, and low blouse for Dollie. Since we were gonna take turns deciding where to take these gals, it still worked out. Willie just dug into Millie’s bikini bag for a tiny suit for Dollie. He ended up choosing one of Dollie’s because they are mostly very small cupped. We drove from beach to beach. Both gals accidentally---and purposely “accidentally” showing some bare titties. Too small of tops for those too wasn’t small enough!
---Evening came and it was Willie’s turn. I told him I liked his choice of ladies wear and picked out the same for Millie. We went in a different direction bar hoppin. We had stared at those two asses and four boobs all afternoon. Yet, they appeared more desirable in those sex clothes. Not only did Willie, Waylon, and me enjoy the sights…so did many others!
---Willie and Millie could have been inside their motor home, out riding, or even in another nearby site and we would have never met. How many other Willie and Millies were in that campground, and places we go? Why do we sometimes find the ideal people to share our games with….Other times search for months and find no one? Is it fate? Dumb luck? A God or superpower? The Devil or our special Angel? I can’t say I believe in religion as taught. Yet things in our lives have worked out when we really needed and asked for help. Several times in my life I felt a power was there to make things better. Many will say God would scorn people like us. But didn’t he, in the Bible, create Adam and Eve and make her a little kinky? Who says an intity from above doesn’t have his-her kinky side? -------- naw , it’s just a turn of fate and the fact we attract equal trash!
---Another tiny note. Our camping trip had been early this spring, 2010. We continued to dream about more games. Our bodies are old and tired. Our brains never grew up. At this time, I wonder----was that our last fantasy game come true? Was that our last ride together? I’m lookin up….asking for help, again.