DOLLIE, THOSE THREE, AND ME ... Chicago Style
Somewhere around north Chicago early 70's.
From 1972 to 1974 I had a red 1972 Gran Torino station wagon and fold down RV camper. We were camped along Lake Michigan in the State Park. See, that's how I remember, from material things of the past, and my scribbled notes.
We'd had Chicago Style pizzas from the local grocery stores in central Illinois. But we were sure the real thing was different. We needed a change of pace from hotdogs and burgers on the grille at camp.
Lots of tits and ass and some flashing around the beach by Dollie and a few others. But a nearly deserted campground and semi secluded hiking trails left us both bored and horny. Time for a ride into the big city. I followed the signs to a pizza joint still north of Chicago..
Dollie was wearing a micro mini and most likely a bikini top. We only wanted pizza. Nothing more. A couple of old guys were working inside. At least six or eight gals and a couple of guys, most looking like maybe 20 to 25 were inside. Us in our early thirties acting like teenagers.
This may have been our first experiences around Goth guys and gals, like we'd seen in some of the custom car magazines. They were sort of creepy yet sexy. Dollie and I didn't know how to act or react. But would soon find out.
The pizza place must have been near Lake Michigan, a beach, or a pool because I remember most of the gals wore bikinis, shorts, mini skirts or tiny tops. Three of them had on tiny short skirts. The guys, Speedo type swim suits like I had on under my jeans.
All were friendly and eating pizza or hotdogs, drinking soda. Someone suggested the small Deluxe Chicago style pizza. Okay, as we waited, tits and ass became the topic. One of the young men began daring Dollie to show her boobs and what was under her skirt. Why does this always happen to us?