THREE BEACH BUNNYS and #2 OLD HIPPY ALICE
This also may have happened in the mid-60's. We were still young and learning, being shocked, surprised, and amazed by other pretty women. We were again maybe a mile north of the Park boundary on the beach, dressed as we almost always were.
This part of the beach, far from the main area, had few people on it. We could see three young women headed our way. Dollie was having fun daring me to hang my cock out as those bikini clad and topless cuties walked toward us. She was daring me again like I dare her to flash.
I'm still amazed how I kept out of trouble. Being with a topless woman and times being so much simpler must have helped. I remember writing about some similar games with pretty girls so I will make this one short.
All three gals were probably 25 to 30, which we were now near. All were golden brown and slender with nice bare boobs and cute bodies. Needless to dwell on it, if I didn't already have a hard on, I did as I watched those six quivering tanned titties walking our way.
At times like this I can't help myself. I must have been drooling and slobbering, while staring directly at those titties! We never know what to expect. Most often women like this will just keep walking on by. Other times they at least say hello and maybe stop for a quick greeting. Yet we may end up talking for a considerable long while, giving me time to get a good look. This was one of those good look times.
One of the first things I believe they said was "why are you staring at our tits when your girlfriend has bigger ones?"
Most likely I said "because yours are beautiful and different," something like that.
Admitting I have no idea exactly what was spoken, I do remember the conversation switched to my erection and "why is your cock so hard?"
We talked pussy, peter, tits, and ass for maybe an hour, as other sun worshippers passed and stared. Another fun afternoon at the beach.
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OLD HIPPY ALICE
I'm sorry. This short story grew.
In life and in our world everything and everyone is not perfect. This time, in our early 30's, driving my 1972 Gran Torino wagon and Travel Master RV. That's how I remember dates. Again at the dunes State Park in Michigan camping for at least a week in the summer.
Apparently all of our choice sites along the sand dunes were already taken. Actually many other sites were shadier and more level. But we chose the sites by the dunes so we could sneak out from our camper and up the sand hill already wearing nearly nothing.
I remember setting up the RV trailer across the campground loop in a nice little wooded area. It was a level end site with water and electrical hookups. In this new site, the nearest other RV was a VW van with an old woman camping alone.
I wouldn't call her fat. I wouldn't call her cute. I suppose she was stocky with sort of an ornery look on her face. Just the sort of person I picture living in a VW van out on the west coast. It even was painted brightly with flowers all over it.
Old Alice called herself the last of the Flower children. She had some interesting stories to tell and we enjoyed listening. Old Alice told about the wild pot parties and burning her bra back when she was a teen. In fact old Alice was still braless as a 60 or 65 year old.
I'm guessing the age because old Alice wouldn't tell us. But we didn't have to guess about old Alice being braless. She mostly wore long hippy type dresses. Brightly colored like her VW van.