Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd like to narrate you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a close down Friend to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop class was doing good and my initiatory born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super coast, a big dance step up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride on and had n't been capable to put many miles on her. With Carol spending the week with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop class helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on wheel, 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 cockeyed White River son married woman beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my dope, a distich of very short daisy duke denim shorts and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's boost, I was flirting and flashing my booby and giving beaver shots to whoever was worry, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls concentration and suggested I go for a ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to have this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the client could pick it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the impost employment we had done. spinal column in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. Much to the consternation of the guy wire, I ran upstairs to one of the diminished flat above the shop where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our intimate encounters with people we picked up and did n't require to take home. I left my son married woman beater tank top on, put on a pair of blue jean jean, socks and my leather engineer iron boot. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim crown with me.

Back down at the shop class, I went over my pride and joy, gorge my jacket crown in my saddlebag, kissed my other pridefulness and joy and told him I 'd be back in a couple of hours, 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 choking coil, then pressed the starter button. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to biography and the gravid vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's trick on my very horny and hungry kitty-cat. I blew a kiss at my hubby, then peeled out, a huge grin on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to speed and entered the traffic of the interstate. A half hour later, being female person, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest region, just S of Lake city, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my kindling key as I listened to the motor ticking from the oestrus. Walking kinda funny, doing my best not to grab at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my bloomers. Oh, there was a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans, but not from having to piss. I could n't severalise you how many orgasm I had during that short 70 or so nautical mile ride. I moved the wheel over near one of the picnic tables in the almost empty rest area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement outing mesa, pulled out my large number of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of hassock later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the auditory sensation of thunder reached my ear. Then the rainwater began. bullshit ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the unsound of it, all the piece of cake tables were covered by a small cementum pole case 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 saddle bag subject, pulled out the plastic and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to pass the sentence getting even stiff to go to my other saddle bag and get my dungaree jacket, but decided to run for the congenator shelter of my child's play mesa. I was soaked. My tank top, my dungaree and my rush were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the pelting did feel good, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the cold rain cooled off the heat energy of the sun. I giggled looking down at my dresser. The soaked boys Edward White married woman beater was totally gauze-like, it clung to my dead body like a secondment skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my dark, brownish tit were totally tumid and every bantam pregnant chad and bump on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My chest were filled and rock hard, almost to the point of hurting, I had n't breast fed carol since the night befoe.
The rain was blowing more heavily now and the breaking wind was blowing it under my modest shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the tempest. I looked at my sentry, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the sponsor lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my large number of cigaret out of the leather pocket he had given me for Christmas, it kept my cigarette dry and my naught dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my butt to thier dry household. I was allso glad it was a new camp, it looked like I would be here a patch.

My eye wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only railroad car were a full sized window van with a family enlighten down the former end of the residual arena, parked next to a State Police car. On the other face of a narrow grassy area, three tractor trailer trucks 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 device driver, sucking and getting fucked by some alien with a immense putz till the storm passed. I 'd done it many metre before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to finish.

I was half way finished with my 2d cigarette, maybe 15 second or less at the rest arena when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping bags and shit strapped to the sissybar and handle bars. He took his fourth dimension as he pulled up just past my motorcycle, killed his engine, then backed it in, tail wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a modest monster of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a good # 100 or more than Ezra Loomis Pound then Tom. full phase of the moon, long black beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could join me. I laughed and said 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 remember why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offensive little peeress, 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 name, Bree, short for half strain, she ca n't decide if shes a spadeful or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, Nice to meet ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hired man to didder hand with the hulk. He took my hand in his bear nipper, but to my surprise, he was very gentle. `` The pleasures all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my boob, which were still wet and getting wetting agent, then raise his center skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this fucking rainwater and tinker's damn, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have known ya had ya grounds, I 'd like to tank ya now for this shag storm, making me pull off here and finding this fiddling holy person sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His gag was contagious. I started laughing too, making my boobs jiggle around. I could n't help oneself discover the big man 's eyes were glued to my boobs. `` 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 drive and had to block up to piss ... if I would have acknowledge it was going to storm like this, Scheol, I would sustain just pissed my jeans as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kind of female child ! ! Nothing wrong with a picayune 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 cigaret and offered one to him. He shook his chief yes as he took off his dowse leather crownwork and his t-shirt, exposeing a immense barrel of a hairy chest. He had man dope, kinda sexy, and big mammilla too. He wrung out his T-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the pushover table where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his water logged boots and sock and did the same with them. All he had on was a pair of very grime and sebaceous dungaree. He looked sexy. He sat succeeding to me on the board and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for body of work since the oil industry was in a drop-off back in TX, so far he had n't found anything that paid enough for him to go. I found out he did welding and knew how to drive a tow car. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to have intercourse more about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 long time. He could n't believe I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon ! ! !

A half hour later, the storm seemed to be getting worse, so I left the petty shelter we had and ran to the comfort station area and used a pay telephone set to call Tom and secernate him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to make out get me in the pick-up truck and preview, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the violent storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another span of hour, I 'd call back and he could come get me. I hung up the phone and saw a trucker coming out of the hands room, his eyes on my boob. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his late 30 's. I noticed the long protrusion forming down his left pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the storm ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a vast accident just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the unharmed Frederick North and south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four hours before they could clear the multipe wreck and afford the highway 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 call back ? Not to bad for being a old hook up with woman and female parent ? '' `` Little darling, I think thier perfect ! ! ! I do n't guess I have ever seen bosom as unadulterated 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 armoured combat vehicle top over my head, freeing my huge Milk River filled mammilla. I could palpate them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex 's eyes tried to postdate thier apparent movement. I grabbed my tits, my manus were diminished compared to thier sizing. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my savor. Milk began to flow, then spurt in several commission. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there holy person, do n't waste it ... ..I mean value, can I have a taste ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be various hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no car to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my boobs if ya let me suck on your cock. '' Tex said, `` Angel, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a immense, caloused hand around my left tit and fastened his back talk on my tit. I had a immediate orgasm.

Tex switched to my other boob, suckled it, then I pulled him up and began kissing him as I groped his crotch. I tried to unbutton his jean, he helped. I pulled his hawkshaw free and was plesantly surprised. It was a good 9 inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the bench, he stood. I attacked that big peter and made it evaporate down my pharynx. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his dick. It took several minutes, but I got a huge load out of him. His putz went mild, he pulled out and said he was going to demand a piddle. He started to turn, I grabbed hold of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you heed pissing in my mouth ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his putz was getting hard. I took the head in my mouth and Tex asked if I was fix. I knodded with a oral fissure full of his shaft. Tex let his urine menses. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the stream money box I caught up, then pop it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one peculiar, kinky bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titty, then his hand cupped my pussy thru my jean. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his thick mitt got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My jeans were off, Tex laid me back on the table, he sat on the Bench and began eating my cunt. He was totally into my smooth twat. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big gumshoe felt good inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the trucker that I passed at the restrooms approach. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a stroking as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me suck his stopcock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. right hand about then Tex filled my puss with cum and went soft. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my lip. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his cock, the teamster went behind me and shoved his turncock in me. The trucker did n't lowest long, he came, thanked me and went back to his truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his dick inside me and rode him on the terrace under the protection of the concrete protection. Tex lasted a long time. I got off several times. After he came this meter, I knelt on the reason and sucked his prick and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigarettes as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my hubby, our wheel store and the wrecker yard. I offered him a job, with interference fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to love watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... lilliputian Darling, I love pussy, I much prefer pussy, 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 rain began to brighten, the storm passing play. Tex kissed me, gave my titties another sucking, then we dressed, got on the bikes and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the back road back to the workshop .