PEOPLE WATCHING

[ModelT-MsDollie]

Following is a mini series-- It's called PEOPLE WATCHING

---This is the first part in the series PEOPLE WATCHING #1 thru #8.
----If I was good at this I'd be rich and famous.
MY LAWYERS, PSYCHIATRISTS, THOSE MANY VOICES IN MY HEAD, AND WIFE MADE ME ADD THIS.
---You can’t sue me, I’m legally insane and I may be an illegal alien. I have written that I believe in treating women as equals. Yes, that is true. But, we all have to admit they are different than us men, in many ways. Women are also smart. Women are strong. Women are hard workers. Women put up with a lot from us men. But women can also be sexy and wild. I joke about those obese ladies. I talk kinky about those luscious ladies with nice boobs and cute bodies. There is no doubt about it the female body has been cause for many deaths, wars, and crimes of all types. We men, and you women, use your bodies for advertising, personal gains, and pleasure.
--- So don’t get your panties in a bind when I write stories just for fun. Life is too serious and we all need to forget about politically correct crap and sexual discrimination. Does calling you obese or diamatorily challenged really make you feel slimmer? If you’re a fat slob, male or female, you already know that. So, either get used to the name calling and stares, or loose some weight! We weren’t born fat and no one has big bones.
---If we can’t laugh at ourselves and each other we are doomed. I try to write about men, women, and children of all ages, shapes, and sizes. I can’t help it if those out of shape, lazy, funny dressed people of Wal-Mart, as the latest emails show, are….well fat slobs!
-----So come, sit with me in the big red truck, as we PEOPLE WATCH.


------------------------------------------First we gotta fill the big red truck with gas.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

People Watching #1 RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD FART….or Is mental imbalance a handicap?
Sorry this first story has no sex or talk of nudity. But for some reason it's where I started this series.

----When you’re old, retired, tired, and broke you have to find cheap entertainment to pass time. When my hips went bad and I spent more time sitting in parking lots this old hobby began to escalate. I have two brand new titanium hips now, but still enjoy this pastime.
---It really ain’t a new form of entertainment, it’s been around as long as Adam began killing time watching Eve cavorting naked, stealing apples, and figs from the orchard. It’s called people watching. In my case, mostly people of the opposite sex, for reasons I need not explain. I learned from Adam. Again, it was Adam who beat me to this form of fun.
--- As humanoids evolved pictures on cave walls prove this pastime continued, as it does today. But sometimes evolution goes through slow periods, even reversing at times. Come with me for an afternoon as I wait for MsDollie to shop.
---Yes, here in NW Florida and other places we wander, we have evolved. As MsDollie shops in the Big Box and shopping centers I sit confortably in my big ole red Dodge multi-door pickup truck in a field of asphalt decorated with fancy painted lines of white and yeller. Like trees in a forest, sign posts and signs abound throughout the area informing us what we can and shouldn‘t do. You figured I was going to write about cute little gals in hot pants and low cut blouses. This is a different story of different homosapians. Yes, some still walk hunched over, finger knuckles dragging the asphalt. Evelotion is slow here in paradice.
--- Let’s just start with yesterday. It doesn’t matter when yesterday was from the time you read this. Most yesterdays were all the same. Don’t tell, but I cheat just a little. I use one of those blue handicap thingies that I hang from the inside rearview mirror. My surgeon got it for me. Lets me park closer to the entrance doors, even for those times I don’t go inside. That’s the cheatin part.
---At first I felt bad using a handicapped card and not actually waddling into the Box. This is a good time to mention this other phenomenon. Kids, well at my age, those teeny bopper boys and girls, and those lazy assed healthy lookin people in their 20’s and 30’s seem to look like kids. When I see them park in handicapped zones, jumping out of their cars, and often running into the stores I get pissed. So, it almost makes my sitting in a handicapped spot while MsDollie shops legal.
---Which leads me to the next type person I am going to b*tch about. Cause that’s another thing us old farts do…b*tch. I’ll just pick one humanoid at random so as not to confuse you too much. Because, I don’t know if you are a college grad or a redneck. It’s been proven, some college graduates are actually as smart as rednecks. Don’t get me wrong, after moving here to NW Florida I are a redneck. Iffin ya don’t join em they’ll kill ya, or at least tease ya a lot.
---Don’t laugh, this story is mostly true. I dropped Dollie off at the Main entrance to the big box and found a parking place right near an end row in front of the store. I believe this one was a non handicapped spot for a change which I will take if possible. Still, gotta be an end row or next to those shopping cart storage racks because I am picky about dings and dents…. which is another story.
---Best I remember, I sat in the truck awhile listening to my favorite country music station and people watchin. Maybe even looked at a well endowed girl or three. Because I do like hooters and pretty little poopers. This dude around 42 ½ years old pulled up right on top of those yeller and white lines with his bumper touchin the sign NO PARKING FIRE LANE as close to the entrance doors as possible. It wasn‘t because the other 852 parking spaces were all taken. I‘d bet 501 were empty. . I was pissed!
---But then that fat assed bastard sort of slithered outta that big fancy pick up truck loaded with chrome and fancy paint and sort of waddled slowly right in front of traffic toward the big box entrance. Aw gee, I felt badly for what I’d just thought and was feelin sorry for the poor guy. My favorite Country song was over and I too waddled into the big box. Remember, I recently had two new titanium hips and it takes awhile to get them working properly without hurtin too bad.
---Still feelin sorry for my feelings toward that poor disabled young man, I looked for my lovely wife. But, it was Mr illegally parked fat ass I saw first. There he was, down the snack isle. He had three two litre bottles of non diet sodee pop under one arm, a handfull of Hershey bars and some kinda chips in his hands. As I saw him slowly shuffling toward a shopping cart, I noticed it was already half full of other junk foods. Holly shit, I was pissed again….!
--- So let’s review. This fat fart drives a large expensive truck, parks in NO PARKING ZONES, obviously is handicapped by the way he looks and walks, yet to keep fit he buys more crap to eat. Being the ignorant smart ass I am, I asked the guy why he parked in a NO PARKING ZONE. Smiling, he said because I can’t walk far or very well. I mentioned the fact he wasn’t helping his health by eating 8000 calories of sugar based junk and walking only a short distance. I also reminded him that there are 50 special parking spaces well marked for handicapped people. I believe he mumbled something under his breath about some old nosy bastard tryin to cause trouble. But I may be wrong.
---Dollie grabbed me by the arm about then and gave me THE LOOK ! I won’t even go there right now. If you are a married man you know what THE LOOK is. As cute as that ole gal is normally, THE LOOK is plain scary and ugly.
---I went back outside to the sanctuary of my truck, to continue people watching. A local Cop drove past the big white illegally parked truck blocking the end zone fire lane and handicapped cross walk, several times. He was probably too busy lookin at scantily dressed young girls to notice the truck. Of course, he would have had to get out of his air conditioned squad car in 100+ degree heat to put a ticket on the guy’s windshield. Two shopping cart gatherers passed the area several times, doing their job returning carts. I’m thinking they should also be reporting illegally parked vehicles. Seems odd to put all those lines and signs in place and not enforce what they are there for.
It’s fun bein a grouchy old fart ! I have many more people watching stories because people are strange animals. Some are actually sex looking.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

People Watching #2 PEOPLE WATCHING--POLITICALLY INCORRECT BUT TRUE.


---Holly crappola. I didn't realize this is another non sex type story. Maybe people watching hasn't been so productive for me. Since you're here read it anyway.
I’m sure by now ya all know what the BIG BOX store is. There seems to be one in most every city, sometimes several different brands. Here I am back at the Big Box in own small southern town, sittin in the pick up truck while MsDollie buys all the important things we need to survive another few days.
--- I see her load up the truck with bag after bag of food, toilet paper, and paper towels. But whenever I’m sitting around doing important stuff on the computer, mentioning I’m hungry, she says we have nothing I’d like. Makes me think I should be helping her shop. But whenever I pick up a package of meat or a can of veggies, I put it back, sayin I ain’t paying that much for this crap! And for some reason she always says "go out and sit in the truck!"
---So, once again, I’m listening to country music and people watching. It’s warmed up so there is a lot of femine flesh exposed for me to ogle. And ogle I do. I am pleased when I spot a few cute young things in low tops, displaying ample cleavage just for me. There went a few more in Daisy Duke type short shorts. Kinda makes me forget about the latest country oldie playin on the radio. But, those cutie pies are few and far between. Seems we have more ladies around here who are well endowed with big bellies and middles, thunder thighs and fat butts, than the few slim and slender gals.
--- Here comes one now. I will try to be gentle, but honest. I’m almost sure it’s a woman. Because she’s too damned ugly to be a man! Wearing bib overhaul shorts, a low cut tankie top, her black bra straps hangin down her shoulders, truly a Woman of Wal-Mart. One of her large melon sized titties occasionally rollin out from the side of her low top and her bibbles. Almost forgot, the cutest lookin huntin boots I’ve seen in a long time. Those bib overall shorts came down to just about some of her knees.
---Trying to remain gentle, like I wrote, I’m guess-in she’d dress out around 325#, give or take 25#. She’s one of those carry over make-up queens from the 50’s, altho she doesn’t appear much over 25! Bright red lipstick applied by Crusty the Clown and that pink powdery stuff liberally applied to both cheeks with a mop. Real sexy, I must admit. Sorta reminded me of Mimi on the old Drew Cary TV show.
---But the outstanding part, among other outstanding body parts, was her kinky, curly black hair all the way down her back. Nearly out done by the lavish amounts under her armpits. You are seeing quite a beautiful picture about now. Personally I love long haired ladies. But, since she was bald on top, it wasn’t as pretty a site as you picture here.
---You may think I am exaggerating a bit. You may think this story is over. I am an equal opportunity people watcher. This doll was draggin, physically draggin, two snot nosed toddlers along side. Being the well educated mother she appeared to be, she was instructing them on their behavier while walking into the store and what she expected after they got inside. Mother redneck must have had a drunken Sailor for a father. Because she sure knew how to talk the talk to those little ones! Kinda makes me understand why they grow up callin everyone M%@+#ers and such!
--- The kids were dressed a bit more conservatively, and since they were minors, I will let it be. But, this time there was actually a daddy, making this a real family. I’m sort of assuming this dude was their daddy, neighbor, lover, or at least a good friend. Because he was rubbin his mate’s butt and slappin it as they waddled into the Box store. Again, I may be a bit off.
---This guy, who I will call String Bean, sort of sauntered in with long strides. I don’t know how many of ya remember Abbot and Costello, the comedy act of many years ago. But if you do remember, you have an idea of how these two looked walking across the parking lot. Her 5’…in all directions. Stringbean 6’ 11” and maybe 125# soakin wet. Stringbean also had bib overhauls and no shirt. Couldn’t see his feet because the pants drug the pavement. But his straw hat looked mighty dressy for shoppin in that exclusive Box store.
And then they were gone, into the store. Perhaps headed for the clothing department for a new wardrobe. Don’t be angry I only tell it the way I see it….!

[ModelT-MsDollie]

People Watching Pt #3 TOP DOWN IN TOWN

--- Back at the big Box Store again. MsDollie spreading my wealth inside. Shopping, visiting friends, strangers, employees, and talkin to babies. She only went in for a gallon of milk and some cereal. I’m good for an hour. So, I’m doin what I find relaxing and entertaining, people watchin again. It’s a hot afternoon, and I have the windows down on the pickup truck. Women of all ages are wearing less clothing and lookin good. Well, some are. But even fat gals look good when they are displaying the goodies. Okay, it was a long cold Winter. I’m desperate to see wimmin neekid, or partially bare. At least I’m man enough to admit my feelings.
--- Basically the same old scene. For every hundred obese women passing by, one or two lookers are spotted. But I’ve always figured if all women looked like Pamela Anderson, I’d get bored. Somehow I’m willing to take that chance. I was actually listening to the country music more than people watching. Then it happened. A topless sports car pulled up in the space right next to my driver side. Two young women who looked like good sports were inside, also topless. Even me, Mr. Professional Booby Watcher, was shocked. Four of the finest lookin bare boobs were attached to two of the nicest lookin young women I’d seen in a long time. I’d died and gone to heaven. At first they didn’t see me glancing… well staring down at them… those!
---Let me complete the picture. The car may have been a Vette. May have been a sailboat. I wasn’t really lookin at the car. Both cute slender young things, possibly 30 somethings, were wearing short shorts. The kind that show lots of butt cheek, even when sitting. Both tops were down to their pretty little waists. Breasts appeared to be firm, erect, and possibly store bought. Nipples erect, as was myself at that time. They looked up and saw me lookin down into their car.
---Now at this point, sitting in a crowded video surveillance big Box store parking lot, an old pervert slobbering down the side of his pick up truck door like a friendly Pit Bull dog, you‘d thunk they would have put their tops on or covered their breasts with their arms and hands. No sir, to my pleasure and amazement, they fondled themselves and each other as I watched. After what seemed like an hour…minutes probably, they put their tops on and climbed out of the little red, blue, yellow, whatever color car it was, smiling and waving to me. To the best of my ability I thanked them both and watched them wiggle their bare cheeks toward the Box store doors.
---Some days are like that. Others are just regular boring days waiting in the parking lot of the Big Box! Ya gotta be lucky. Ya gotta be there. I’ve experienced female exhibitionists in other parking lots through the years. I’ve seen breasts slip out as pretty young lasses remove groceries from shopping carts into their vehicles. I’ve watched as gals ran across parking lots and jiggled or bounced till boobs fell out of low blouses. Believe me it happens. I know an older gal who’s done similar things.
--- Accidents? On purpose? Who cares? Of course sometimes it’s obvious it was no accident.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

PEOPLE WATCHING Part #4---Life’s a Beach
--- Once again an adventure in people watching. The weather here in Florida is finally beautiful so we are going to the beach. Beaches everywhere are great for people watching. Especially my kind of people, women people. Ladies, I apologize for not writing and describing macho males on the beaches with bulging biceps and cute tight asses. I admit, they don‘t interest me. As an old, balding, beer bellied, horny, perverted male, I dig female flesh.
---Summer beach girl-watching is not the same as mid-winter girl watching in town. It’s like a field of melons, they all look great just laying there ripening in the sun. For us a regular public beach is quite different than secluded, or semi private beaches, hiking trails, nudist resorts, and public nude beaches we have accidentally stumbled upon.
---I have written that we got our training by accident when, at a young and careless age, we were caught topless, semi naked, and naked by other nature lovers. Contrary to what non nudists think, it soon becomes normal and comfortable. We still enjoy being naked, alone or in public crowded areas. The scenery is as varied and interesting as the people we meet. However, the suspense and fantasies of hoping for a nipple or breast to be exposed are not there. They are already in full view.
--- Everyone’s idea of the perfect woman, the sexiest looking gal, is not the same. Many prefer those skinny young Playmate, Hustler centerfold, and Biker Magazine babes. Small cone shaped B-cup breasts may be your choice. Mine are DD or larger melons. Still others prefer pendulous or over proportioned titties looking more like cartoon boobs. My daddy used to say… “that gal’s built like a brick shithouse.” To me, never visually appealing.
---Come with me for an afternoon on a crowded public beach as we each search out those perfect California Baywatch Babes of our dreams. As I mentioned, no matter how many women are laying, walking, swimming, and cavorting in the sand and sea, I’ve already narrowed down my search. Of course, I’m looking for gals slim, well stacked, longhaired, and smiling. Paying special attention to those laying on their tummies with their top straps unhooked. Because I know it’s only a matter of time before one of them is gonna raise up, swat a bug, or roll over giving me a quickie peek or nice long look at their mammary glands.
---Also, gal watching as we walk the beach, paying attention to those itty bitty bikini tops with hooters oozing in and out of those small cups, as those beautiful lasses walk toward me, is a must. But the ultimate goal is watching gals gone wild jogging, playing Frisbee, volley ball, and other active games. For some reason, I find watching these sports very interesting.
---So, head for the beach of your choice, get a tan, and enjoy nature at it’s best. It’ll take your mind off the real world… and it’s the right thing to do!
---Believe me, as much as you get the finger, name calling, and THE LOOK, they’re loving every second of the attention. And you thought I was doing it just for me.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

People Watching part #5 _____B(.)(.)BY WATCHING MEMORIES
---There are many more stories and many more strange people in the parking lots and the isles of the BIG BOX and the other stores in Boonieville, Florida. Many are similar. Since my last story was about my favorite people watching pastime, boobies, I remembered an old parking lot booby story, both humorous and sexy. This is a very short story. One that happened back home in Central Illinois at our local Kroger grocery store. The year could have been 1975. But I will just say it was mid to late 70’s. This was the only other period of our lives that we had pickup trucks. And I distinctly remember sitting in a pickup. Coulda been our red 1975 or our metallic honey gold 1977.
---But, as my stories often, well usually, go, I will begin with some facts and questions having nothing to do with the bare bouncing boobies I am about to tell about. Aaaaw shucks, I gave away the punch line. Almost like sayin the Butler did it! As this tale resurfaced in my deteriorating brain, other pictures also emerged. I saw few, if any, obese people in my past. Even back in dear ole High School, a large class, I can not remember more than a dozen fat students, teachers, or parents.
---Fast forward, or backward, to that afternoon in the grocery store parking lot, and the same picture came up. Slim thru stocky men, women, and children. Not one fat assed slob can I remember. Also, do you remember handicapped parking spots back in the 70’s and 80’s? Not where we lived! Was it microwaves, margarine, fast food, all those electronic devices like TV’s and video games that changed healthy bodies into oozing pathetic diabetic creatures? Makes ya wonder as you wander through the parking lots and isles of stores today.
---Anyway, the scene in the Kroger parking lot was of people actually walking and running back and forth before my eyes. People parking between the lines, not on them. The parking lot was smaller also. No handicapped areas. Not a bunch of zigzag lines and signs saying don’t do this or that. Maybe 200 car spaces total for the grocery store and the large furniture store in the brick wall surrounded corner lot.
---My favorite people watching space was to back in at the side spaces on the West side of the paved lot. From there I could watch everyone coming and going, even the entrance to the grocery store. I believe even back in my younger days, Dollie preferred me to “keep my ass in the truck” as she so fondly said now and then. Since she has always been the boss of me, I obeyed.
---It was a hot Summer afternoon. I dropped the love of my life off at the entrance to the Kroger store and backed into a center spot along the low brick wall. Not many people parked in this area. Most parked closer to the entrance in the center of the lot. Again, I was listening to my favorite tunes on the local Rock-n-Roll / Country station. People watching was boring. People dressed casually, like you would expect for the 70’s. Gals did wear short shorts and halter tops during summers. Halter tops were those things that looked like swimsuit tops, leaving various amounts of breast uncovered. Dollie and many young girls and women wore those in the 70’s and 80’s.
--- I occasionally looked up and out as a cutie walked too or froe, hither and yon. Well, in and out of the store.
This would be the time to tell about the target car. It was an average sedan parked directly across the isle from my truck. I didn’t know this was my target vehicle at the time. Two ladies (women) in their late 50’s… old women to me at the time…. came running out from the store to that car. I remember them both wearing shorts. Don’t remember how short because this had nothing to do with why I remembered this brief encounter. From what I do remember, they both wore halter tops with ample amounts of titties protruding. In fact, this is why I write the story. It seems their nice sized mammary glands were of the pendulous, soft, maybe mushy variety. As they both ran my way, those boobs bounced completely out of their respective hiding places which had been partially within those halter tops.
---Woman #1 stopped and placed her udders back in her top. But, as she saw me glancing… okay staring… she began running again to catch up with woman #2 who was watching me watching her boobs bouncing freely in the wind. By an act of gravity and other phenomena that I do not know or don’t care about, woman #1’s hooters once again emerged, jiggled, and shook from side to side…possibly up and down also. This event only took minutes. Both ladies, now laughing hysterically, jumped into the car… the target vehicle ….. waved, and left. In an act of kindness, I waved back.
--- I sat there dumbfounded, amused, and probably aroused, waiting for Dollie to bring out our groceries. As I loaded them into the pickup truck, I told her what had happened. Of course, being a woman, she wanted to know if it thrilled me. “Well, no dear, they were old women!”
Actually I did tell her how exciting the little show was. Must have been. I remember it to this day! Keep watching, keep waiting, there are many “MsDollie’s” out there in the real world teasin and pleasing anyone lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time……………
And all you sexy females, you can put smiles on the faces, and erections in the jeans, of many men just by dressing sexy and showing us what you’ve got.
Accidents can happen and memories last a lifetime. LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

People Watching #6 At The Big Box Again.

--- Here I am sitting in my big ole red truck at the Big Box Store. This can be any store in your area or mine. MsDollie, once again, is shopping as I sit and listen to the radio and relax. Not really planning on doing any people watching. It’s just something that happens as I sit here alone on this asphalt jungle with vehicles, lines, and signs all around.
--- The weather is summer like here in NW Florida, making for less clothing and more chances to see skin. For the most part, girl watching, which is my preference, seems to be left to mostly obese and ugly wimmin. After all, I am in redneck country and most of the pretty gals seem to live someplace else. Don’t get me wrong, occasionally a knock-em-dead-gorgeous woman passes by. I’m a hunter, Hunter of pretty girls. And this girl watchin thing is similar to fishin, duck, squirrel, deer, and other types hunters. Ya spend a lot of time waiting for a keeper to wander past.
---Yonder comes a throw-it-back right now. Dressed pretty much like a few others I’ve mentioned in my ramblings. She’d dress out around 298# if she was neekid. But she ain’t naked! This un’s wearin typical camouflauged bib overhauls and some kind of halter top thingie under it. Yeller tennis shoes with no socks. Her hair is in a ponytail and she’s wearin way more make-up than the entire Dallas Cheerleaders squad.
--- Nuthin special or outstanding, considering half the wimmin passin by are dressed and lookin pretty much the same. Makes that one in a million looker really worth lookin at. But, as she gets closer, I am overcome by feelings. Laughter, sadness, pity, grief, and even a sort of kinky wild passion overcomes me for a few moments.
---This redneck woman has been walking a great distance down the aisle through the large parking lot ready to pass directly in front of my big red truck. It’s not until she is nearly right in front of me that I notice her left breast is fully exposed. Yea it was. Hangin out the left side bib overhaul strap opening, her halter top under that humongous white pendulous protrusion called a boob. It was shakin too and fro like a large clock pendulum, bangin on her arm, as she sashayed past me.
---I wanted to warn her. I wanted to say something sexy. I wanted to crawl onto the floor of the truck and split my gut laughing. But, I did nothing except continue watching as she disappeared into the Big Box Store. Other people, male and female, stared. Many laughed, many had silly expressions on their faces. No one warned or told the redneck woman her tittie was hangin free. But she had to hear and see thew other people.
--- That female mammary gland was as big as a cow’s udder. It was shakin and wigglin right out in full view. Wind and sun had to be creating a natural sensation upon it. Add to the fact that large mass of flesh was rubbing back and forth on the woman’s arm, there’s no way in hell she didn’t know it was out. My questions to myself: did she pull it out before even getting out of her car? Was she doing this to give herself and others a cheap thrill? Was she playin a booby game of her own? I suppose we won’t know until she opens her own group closet.
---This store is quite large with many people shopping. The odds of Dollie seeing MsRedneck were slim. But, first thing Dollie asked me as she pushed her shopping cart to the truck………”did you see that fat woman with her tit all the way out?” Also the odds of me seeing her were slim, too. That woman could have passed down any other aisle or gone in another door, and I would not have seen her.
Funny how things happen.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

We are not only people watchers.. we are people watched by other people.

People Watching #7 Elegant Dining---or THE BBQ JOINT
This is another BBQ joint story. There are probably others.

---We were in the Big City this week and felt like trying out a few new places. Heard about a small BBQ place and figured we’d try their ribs. Dollie was wearing shorts and V-cut blouse. I was wearing a Tee-shirt and shorts, kind of short for an old man. But I’ve still got cute legs. So, high classed eateries were out of the question. Which is fine with us. We eat because we are hungry, not for the atmosphere or ambiance. I’d rather spend my $20 on a meal than the tip! Therefore this BBQ joint would suit us well.
---Dollie’s top seemed lower the longer we were out. Especially when seated. Both boob tattoos were easy to see, as were both boobs, for the most part. Again, just fine with us. We go in this BBQ place and there were only around a dozen other couples eating. By chance, two or three of those women were also wearing tittie showing tops. It’s now warm here in NW Florida and this Big City is a college town. It brings out the breast in college gals…and their mothers, it seems.
---We ordered, sipped a beer, and enjoyed small talk…which included compliment comments all around, between those seated near us. Yes, tattoos now dominate our conversations, as well as boobs. Used to be only boobs. But this tattoo idea has really paid off in showing off Dollie’s……boobs…er…. tattoos.
---As is normal, we were concerned that we’d be asked to leave or at least cover those boobs more. Ah contraire, first our waiter, then the manager asked to see Dollie’s booby tats completely. Dollie, being the shy, innocent, sweet young thing she is, whipped out one tittie completely, giving everyone in the joint a pretty good look at her birdie tattoo. Not to be forgotten, after what seemed like an hour, she also pulled the other tittie fully out of her blouse, explaining in detail about where, what, who, and why she got the Hummingbird on that particular place on her right boob.
---As far as we knew, only one other sweet young thing had a tattoo even near her breast. Of course, not all women are as brave or willing to show their boobs in a public restaurant. Basically hers was on the shoulder or breast bone. But that didn’t seem to stop her from fully exposing her perky little boob to show everyone the rose.
--- Still another woman, 50’ish, seemed to think we should see the star design on her right butt cheek. Now mind you, this is a small public BBQ place along a busy highway. For reasons I don’t know, or don’t care, another gal from across the room walked over and basically flashed us. Well, not just a flash. She lifted her top and described her breast implants and how much nicer they look now. I did have to agree they looked nice.
--- Somewhere during this exhibitionism, everyone’s meals arrived, we ate, we thanked each other, and we left. By the way, the ribs were excellent and the service great.
-----------Why do things like this happen to me? I’m getting too old for this.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

People Watching #8 CHECKIN OUT A BIKER BAR

--- Even though gas is taking most of my retirement check, we just have to get out and ride. Sadly our mode of transportation is a gas guzzlin Hemi-powered big ole truck. But ride we do! Just shorter trips. Less than 75 miles south of where we live, we had been wandering around flea markets and yard sales. These are the kinds of places MsDollie loves to find her bargain clothing buys. Though it was quite warm, she was being a good girl. Dollie wore tight jeans and a high necked tight fitting blouse. I had warned her about that blouse before. But she does have a bull headed streak now and then. In the medical profession it’s called being WOMAN. She wore it anyway.
---Only a few weeks before, Dollie wore a thin, nearly transparent, blouse to the Big City Mall and then local Long John's to eat. We both loved the attention and compliments she got then, even though most didn‘t actually know it was her bare boobs and tattoos they were seeing and not the pattern in the blouse.
--- This time her blouse was even more transparent in the sun and bright lights. In fact, it was transparent in the shade or inside buildings. Almost like wearing dark pantyhose. But, being WOMAN, Dollie wore it no matter what I said. I don’t think she actually realized it was nearly like going topless. Of course, that really doesn’t bother her either. Many years ago, we decided that as long as she didn’t get arrested it didn’t matter how much boob was exposed.
---- It was quite a distraction at the two flea markets and half dozen yard sales we wandered through. But fun distractions. As is always the case, there are those boob lovers, like me, who have to make multiple passes to stare and make comments. Often these people only cause others to look even more. And there are the few who make it clear that Dollie is being indecent. Lost track of all of the people making phony phone calls as Dollie passed by!!!!!! ---All in all, a very kinky fun adventure. Dollie got special attention and some great buys on already cheap sexy clothes at the yard sales and flea markets. Still haven’t found and replaced her missing biker leather things after the house was ransacked during a vacation.
---As we rode around a few small towns, we saw several interesting small bars. One had bikes out front and had that Key West cool island look. We sold our Harley when I retired but we are still biker wanna-be's. We haven’t really gone out much in a long time. And sure haven’t been drinking much. But we do enjoy checkin out those type places. Found a parkin spot away from the entrance and the motorcycles. Must have been a dozen of them right up front.
--- Country music was heard and the neon lights were flashin. Laughter and loud voices also came from inside. Just like in a western or biker movie. All we needed now was Miss Kitty standin inside the swingin doors. Miss Kitty wasn’t there, but several sexy lookin waitresses and female customers, all showing ample amounts of breasts. Even with all of that bare tittie bouncing and in full view, Dollie became an instant subject of conversation for many in hearing distance. I guess it was the angle of the lights shinin on her blouse, as she walked through those swingin doors.
--- Never been there before. But treated like we had. We were seated about in the middle of the place and a cute little waitress was instantly there to take our orders. I noticed her jugs..... and frosted mugs of beer at other tables. I no sooner mentioned ice cold draft beer when free beers were flowing like water from new biker friends. The table was almost filled instantly with complimentary drafts from all directions. So we just ordered burgers-n-fries.
---People, mostly bikers, introduced themselves and thanked us for stopping in. Noticing Dollie’s tattoos through her transparent top, several asked to see them…… Tattoos, not tits. I think! But, as you now know, she can’t show one without the other. Again, being proud of her tats…and her tits… Dollie pulled her blouse up to her neck and proudly displayed her tattoos. Without asking, several cell phone cameras were in action. Did I mention…ain’t no privacy anymore….? Always wonder who sees those pictures and what internet sites they may end up on. I've never seen any yet that I didn't post.
---Almost like our BBQ adventure a few days earlier, several of those biker babes displayed their tits and their tats. Not many gals seem to have them right on their boobs. Mostly above their titties. But biker women are a special breed. When most show their chest area tattoos they also show their titties. Maybe that’s why I love biker chicks! ;
---Again, butt cheek tats and belly tats were displayed. When someone asked Dollie if she has any more tattoos she proudly showed her butt rose, belly button wreath………….. and finally her honey pot honeybees. Amazingly, even some bikers don’t know where a honey pot is until Dollie tells or shows them. But they all love lookin at her bees! Honestly, Dollie rarely shows her actual honey pot at these times.
---Yep, it’s only spring. But looks like it might be a fun summer for us two old farts. Who knows, it may be our last summer. At our ages it’s something we constantly think about now. Oh to move the clock back to our younger years. Have fun while your clock is in it’s early hours.

-------------------------------------------------------Dollie's honeypot and honeybees.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

THE CELL PHONE

---I wrote this after seeing another PEOPLE OF WAL-MART bunch of pictures and then seeing the real thing. MsDollie and I often stop for lunch when in town for mail and shopping. We walked into our local Huddle House restaurant for a cheap meal. Thar she was, a very large boned black woman wearing a very short micro-mini skirt and very low cut blouse. Large boned as in extremely fat! Politically correct for this picture in words.
---Sitting there at a booth, leaning on her well endowed arms, her bare ass was totally exposed as she sat there stuffin her face. Likewise well endowed were her udders, hanging nearly in one of her many platters of food. On most women I would call those things tits or boobs. But in this case udders fit the picture appropriately. Picture Black Angus!
---There was a male partner, perhaps husband, and a small child also at the table. Both well dressed and neat. They are not really part of this tale. What makes this amazing to me is the fact that tucked partially inside this ladies partly exposed pink bra was a cell phone. The exact picture I’d recently seen in the Wally World Wonders photos. This could have been the very woman of Wal-Mart person!
---Dollie and I sat and ordered our lunch. Trying not to stare, we were occasionally fascinated by the amount of food consumed by that lovely lady. I was almost hoping she’d get a phone call so I could see what would happen. But no luck. (These are the types of people who tell friends “ I cut back on what I eat. But just don’t seem to loose any weight.”) As they finished grazing o their their meals and stood at the counter to pay, we nearly lost control of containing our laughter. It ain’t proper laughin at others when they aren’t tryin to be funny!
---Butt--But our subject person of interest being watched by us was a funny sight. Her already too short skirt had not slipped back down to it’s designated position near Mrs. Fat butt’s ass cheeks. It was up to her waist exposing her bikini panties. ---(A few words must be added about those panties. Those things must have been special ordered. They were indeed cheek showin semi-crotch showin non-regulation style bikini panties. However they were of the XXXXXX large size.) To draw even more attention, this people watched female was scratchin her ass and pullin her two tight panties out of her butt crack. Picture butt crack as in small gulley or ditch!
You're nasty. You’re laughing!
---Both big black boobs were still pretty well exposed, right down to partially showing big black nipples the size of chocolate chip cookies. Even the black bumps upon them looked like chocolate chips. In the typical redneck style many execute down here, Mr. People Watched had to run out to the fancy late model Lincoln for some money. Seems as though several credit cards were not worth the plastic they were made of. This gave the employees and others eating in the diner time to admire and enjoy the beauty of our Wally World wonder.
---This only proves to us that those wonderful Persons of Wal-Mart are real live people and they can be spotted in other places. Kinda makes us proud to be Americans. And some of you wonder why we are people watchers! Like goin to the zoo without leavin town.
-------------------Please don't look at these stories as indorsements for those Big Box stores. This is NOT Spam.
----And I am not purposely picking on any race, sex, or religeous group. If you're gonna look like a clown people are going to follow you to the circus!