Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This sentence I 'd like to separate you how I met Tex for the first of all time, a biker who has been a close friend to my hubby and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing unspoiled and my first of all born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super glide, a big stride up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to tease on and had n't been able to put many land mile on her. With carol spending the week with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bikes, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as common, plus client stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a taut white son married woman beater army tank top that I had tied in a mi under my boobs, a pair of very curtly daisy duke jean boxershorts and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my pinhead and giving beaver shots to whoever was interested, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls absorption and suggested I go for a drive on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to sustain this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the customer could pick it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the custom body of work we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to pass on a Harley you already owned. practically to the discouragement of the guy wire, I ran upstairs to one of the small apartment above the shop where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual confrontation with citizenry we picked up and did n't need to withdraw home. I left my boys wife beater tank top on, put on a pair of jean blue jean, socks and my leather locomotive engineer boots. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim jacket with me.

Back down at the shop, I went over my pridefulness and joy, stuffed my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my former pride and joy and told him I 'd be back in a couple of hour, it was only 11am. I put my helmet on, straddled my Harley, turned the petcock on, turned the iginition key to the on postion, pulled out the choke coil, then pressed the starter clit. My finely tuned 74 in V-twin roared to life and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's magic on my very turned on and hungry pussy. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a vast grin on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to travel rapidly and entered the traffic of the interstate. A one-half 60 minutes later, being female person, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest area, just south of Lake metropolis, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my lighting key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heating system. Walking kinda funny, doing my proficient not to grab at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet spot on the genitalia of my jeans, but not from having to take a leak. I could n't state you how many culmination I had during that short 70 or so international mile ride. I moved the bike over near one of the picnic mesa in the almost empty rest area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement picnic tables, pulled out my ingroup of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the audio of big H reached my auricle. Then the rain began. diddlyshit ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the regretful of it, all the picnic tables were covered by a low cementum Pole type canopy, but the rain was still blowing in sideways, but I was getting too wet. Then I remembered I had to put the plastic baggie over my carburator or my baby would never restart. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my saddleback bag open, pulled out the plastic and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the time getting even loaded to go to my other bicycle seat bag and get my blue jean jacket, but decided to run for the relative protection of my child's play table. I was soaked. My tankful top, my jeans and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rainfall did feel skillful, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the wheel as the coldness rain cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The closely boys white married woman beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a second tegument, leaving nothing to the imagery. My 34dd milkers looked monumental, my dark, brown nipple were totally erect and every tiny dimple and bump on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My white meat were filled and rock hard, almost to the point of pain, I had n't breast fed Christmas carol since the Night befoe.
The rain was blowing to a greater extent heavily now and the wind was blowing it under my small tax shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my watch, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the patronise lightning would clear up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmas, it kept my butt dry and my goose egg dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hired man and returned my cigarettes to thier dry habitation. I was allso gladiola it was a new pack, it looked like I would be here a while.

My oculus wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The lonesome auto were a full sized windowpane van with a family line all the way down the other end of the eternal sleep arena, parked next to a State Police car. On the other side of a narrow grassy area, three tractor trailer hand truck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my bike, but nonetheless, my nous started imagining being in the sleeper with the number one wood, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge rooster till the storm passed. I 'd done it many prison term before, virtually of the time with Tom waiting out by the piece of cake tables for me to cease.

I was one-half way finished with my bit cigarette, maybe 15 arcminute or LE at the rest surface area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with quiescence bags and cocksucker strapped to the sissybar and plow saloon. He took his meter as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his locomotive, then backed it in, rear wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a estimable # 100 or more pounds then Tom. full phase of the moon, tenacious black beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could fall in me. I laughed and said for sure. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to Florida weather !, '' he said with a jolly laugh, like a very young Saint Nicholas before Father Christmas got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do call up why I came to Sunshine State, your beautiful ... no crime little madam, I call them like I see them. I 'm Tex, thats Bree, '' the big man introduced himself, then pointed to his Harley. I looked at him questionally, `` Thats my cycle gens, Bree, short for half breed, she ca n't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like St. Nick. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, overnice to meet ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to shake up hands with the giant. He took my bridge player in his bear claw, but to my surprisal, he was very mollify. `` The pleasures all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my titty, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his eyes skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this roll in the hay rain and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should make known ya had ya reasons, I 'd care to tank ya now for this screw tempest, making me pull off here and finding this lilliputian Angel Falls sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His gag was contagious. I started laughing too, making my dumbbell jiggle around. I could n't facilitate notice the big man 's center were glued to my dumbbell. `` Ya ol'man taking a leak ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more likely getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala working, I went for a ride and had to turn back to piss ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, hell, I would have just pissed my blue jean as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! cypher unseasonable with a fiddling piss action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing golden showers ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another cigarette and offered one to him. He shook his head yes as he took off his soaked leather jacket and his tee shirt, exposeing a Brobdingnagian barrel of a hairy chest. He had man tit, kinda sexy, and big tit too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the picnic tabular array where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his water logged charge and socks and did the Lapp with them. All he had on was a dyad of very dirty and greasy jeans. He looked sexy. He sat next to me on the table and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Sunshine State looking for work since the oil manufacture was in a drop-off back in Texas, so far he had n't found anything that paid enough for him to dwell. I found out he did welding and sleep together how to drive a wrecker. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to have it off Thomas More about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 years. He could n't believe I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon ! ! !

A one-half hour later, the violent storm seemed to be getting sorry, so I left the little shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay phone to holler Tom and secern him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to come get me in the pick-up truck and trailer, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another couple of hours, I 'd call back and he could come in get me. I hung up the phone and saw a teamster coming out of the mens room, his eyes on my mammilla. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his previous 30 's. I noticed the yearn bulge forming down his left pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the violent storm ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a huge accident just south of us at mile marking 411 and that the totally north and south saltation was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four hr before they could discharge the multipe wrecks and open the main road again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my tits. Well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you retrieve ? Not to bad for being a old tie womanhood and female parent ? '' `` Little pet, I think thier perfect ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen knocker as utter as those, '' He said. I looked around, the cop car and the van had disappeared, only one motortruck was left out in the parking lot. With the highway shut down, no one else would be pulling into the parking lot.

I pulled my wet tank top over my question, freeing my huge milk filled tit. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's eyes tried to follow thier motion. I grabbed my boob, my hands were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my tit, and useing my ovolo and index finger, I began squeezing my coolness. Milk began to menstruate, then small fry in several counselling. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there holy person, do n't liquidate it ... ..I mean, can I have a gustation ? '' I smiled and said, `` wellspring Tex, the main road been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be various 60 minutes before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no automobile to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suck on my boobs if ya let me soak up on your rooster. '' Tex said, `` Angel, you drive a heavy bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused hand around my left tit and fastened his mouth on my nipple. I had a immediate orgasm.

Tex switched to my former boob, suckled it, then I pulled him up and began kissing him as I groped his crotch. I tried to unbutton his jeans, he helped. I pulled his hawkshaw free and was plesantly surprised. It was a skilful 9 column inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the work bench, he stood. I attacked that big turncock and made it disappear down my throat. Tex stood there blocking the prospect from the highway as I sucked on his cock. It took several moment, but I got a Brobdingnagian load out of him. His cock went piano, he pulled out and said he was going to take a piss. He started to turn, I grabbed hold of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my rima oris ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his cock was getting hard. I took the pass in my mouth and Tex asked if I was ready. I knodded with a oral cavity total of his tool. Tex let his puddle menstruum. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the menstruation till I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one extra, frizzy bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his paw cupped my twat thru my jeans. I oppened my blue jean and pulled them down enough for his deep hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My denim were off, Tex laid me back on the board, he sat on the workbench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth cunt. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to screw me. He slid his prick into me and I loved it. His big dick felt soundly inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the trucker that I passed at the restrooms approaching. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a cerebrovascular accident as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me suck his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. rightfield about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went piano. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my oral cavity. Tex sat on the terrace. I leaned over sucking his rooster, the trucker went behind me and shoved his shaft in me. The trucker did n't last long, he came, thanked me and went back to his truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his cock inside me and rode him on the terrace under the protective covering of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a farsighted meter. I got off several metre. After he came this time, I knelt on the solid ground and sucked his cock and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigarettes as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my married man, our bike shop and the diversionist yard. I offered him a job, with outskirt benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my married man was going to get laid watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... niggling favorite, I love twat, I much prefer cunt, but once in a while ... .., '' he started to say, but I finished it for him, `` you enjoy some man and man ?, '' I asked. `` Yeah, Tom is bi, but thats between us, ok ?, '' I confided in him. The pelting began to lighten, the tempest exit. Tex kissed me, gave my boob another sucking, then we dressed, got on the bikes and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville departure and took hwy 441, the spinal column road back to the shop .