Why We Took A Taxi.
SUMMER 1971 - I knew it was going to be a kinky wild weekend. Dollie would have been 30 and me 32. I'm thinking it wasn't yet company shut down and July vacation. Most likely it was early June and we were on a four or five day extended weekend camping trip.
Dollie had recently had a hysterectomy and other female surgeries right after giving birth to her third child in 1970. She was just starting to dress wild again.
We'd already had some fun at the local strip clubs and bars. Now I was telling her to get some more clothes on and stop being so ornery instead of the opposite! I figured a long weekend in the sand dunes getting naked may be exciting.
Some say these surgeries turn a woman away from sexual desires. I was soon gonna find out what changes she really went through!
We were up above Chicago camping at our favorite Lake Michigan State park. Our last child, daughter, was around nine months old. Dollie's breasts were full, larger than ever, still as hard as rocks, and she was using a breast pump occasionally to remove milk. Finally we could leave the three kids with Dollie's mother and get away to play games.
We always spent most of our time at the south end of the park, at the large beach, and down in the sand dunes farther south. Like this morning, sometimes we would take a morning or evening walk along the wide cement sidewalk, near Lake Michigan, walking north to the end of the park, maybe a quarter mile. A small creek, tall chain link fence and a nuclear plant were at the north end of the park.
Not many people used this area, not even down along the seashore. Although the campground was just over the small dunes hills created by the off shore breezes, Dollie often had her boobs exposed as we walked. She'd usually get them covered before other people got close.
We discovered by turning left, west at the creek, a gravel hiking trail continued along a wooded area and out of the park. More RV sites were farther to the left, or south. Maybe a mile down this path, there was a chain link fence across with an opening and a 6" post in the center of the narrow entrance blocking it from bikes or anything except foot traffic.
Seems like on the right the tall chain link fence continued west, with woods, and tall weeds for another mile. On the left were smaller trees and what appeared to be marshland and reeds, even cane growing. We couldn't really see much beyond that fence on the right or the underbrush on the left.
Maybe another quarter mile west on the trail, an old run down empty industrial park with red brick buildings in disrepair where the chain link fence ended. From there, open spaces and a little used old car junk yard. In the past this was often where we'd turn back.
