THE LAP DANCE ROOM AGAIN Game 14
We were running out of vacation time and it had been a wild one. Dollie had surpassed my wildest fantasy ideas and was still hot and kinky as we talked about more games. It seemed like the wilder the games were and the more her pussy was used, the better our sex was. We'd both talked about some of the stupid daring things we'd done this vacation and decided we had to chose safer places and fewer partners at a time.
The beach near the sand dunes seemed to be her choice. Those dunes blow outs are usually more private. That was until Dollie's noises attract attention. In this lower part of the beach very few sunbath or even hike. So sitting up nearer the top edge of the beach like we used to do is out of view until someone walks past.
Of course when on the main beach, visibility both ways is only limited by your eye site. Playing our quickie games right on the lonely beach really was safer. But it was rare when we actually found anyone who was willing to pose or hold a tittie for a photo.
I'm not sure who thought up the better game to finish our vacation. Probably both of us after I threw the idea out there. A day at the beach or a third trip to the Strip Club lap dance room. Hopefully this time to mess around with the manager/ bartender. The guy was maybe Dollie's age, 40 something and she thought he was cute.
I told her if he chickened out we'd get one or two of those old geezers to go in the little room with us. Several had begged her before. Dollie thought that was gross but after laughing and gripping she thought the change back to an old fart might be fun.
As we fell asleep, we'd finally decided an afternoon on the beach was the best way to end our vacation. After all, we hadn't gotten a lot of sun or spent much time swimming in Lake Michigan.
The next morning the weather made our decision. Rain was in the forecast and it was drizzling. By luck, the evening before we'd picked up most of our things from around the RV and I even cranked up the leveling jacks. I'd already picked up the water hose and sewer hose. Even the TV antenna was lowered. Nothing left but roll up the power cord. Later, I'd hitch up the car to the motor home so we could hit the trail the next morning. Two hundred miles home tomorrow and start work late that night.
While eating breakfast in the RV I asked what we were gonna do today.
Dollie said "remember about going to the strip club? Let's go."
I remember telling Dollie we'd wait until after lunch to go. If the sun comes out we'll go to the beach like we'd decided. Rarely do people go to those strip clubs until in the afternoon anyway. We had good luck there around early afternoons, not crowded.
Since it was now raining harder we just took a little ride. By the way, Dollie put on a micro mini and low top again. When she didn't wear shorts I was sure she was ready to get fingered so I asked.
