Still in S.E. Georgia where we'd met 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, you noticed 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. Another time, with some coaxing from friendly customers, dancing gals, maybe me, Dollie went on stage at the newer Club. 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, 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 the kid.
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.
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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.