HEY CABBY! (Friday Afternoon)
I believe that after we'd eaten we walked around town maybe another hour. The rude comments were actually turning both of us on. Now and then a strap would slip off her shoulder and a tittie would be be completely exposed briefly.
Dollie was complaining that her feet were burning. There were a few cabs parked ahead. I leaned in and ask one driver if he'd take us to the State Park and how much.
"Yes, and $4 to our campsite. Or $3 to the Ranger station."
Must have been over a half mile farther past the Ranger station to the campground and we were on the far side. Sounded cheap to us. When I asked how he knew we were camping the driver told us nobody runs around this town half naked except tourists.
This may have been a good time for Dollie to be wearing her mini skirt instead of short shorts. Still her tits were mostly exposed and the driver complimented Dollie on her pretty long legs. He'd adjusted the inside mirror and seemed to be staring back. Life was safer and simpler back then. Those cabs didn't have divider windows or bars. Just air space.
I already had weird ideas of Dollie flashing and flaunting, I'd even thought about fondling her boobs. For years I heard taxi stories. Yes, I'd probably thought about fucking her as we rode right through that town in heavy traffic. But I didn't. I was a trucker. I knew a lot of wild trucker stories weren't true. I was sure these taxi driver stories couldn't be true either.
I can't remember everything, but the subject of Dollie's tits and short shorts came up. She was thin then and those oversized hard boobs looked like cartoon boobs. I actually think it was the cabby who mentioned them.
What I remember next was his offer. "If you pull those big titties out and ride that way to the State Park I'll only charge you half price."
Playing dumber I asked how much that would be.