Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd care to tell you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a close booster to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our motorcycle store was doing practiced and my world-class born, my daughter Christmas carol, was just shy of turning one long time old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super soaring, a big dance step up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to rag on and had n't been able to put many miles on her. With carol spending the week with Tom 's parents, I was at the store helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bike, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as usual, plus client stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a stringent flannel boy married woman beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my pinhead, a pair of very little daisy duke denim shorts and a couple of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my dummy and giving beaver shots to whoever was interested, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls compactness and suggested I go for a ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to own 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 impost work we had done. binding in 1981, that was a lot of money to expend on a Harley you already owned. a lot to the dismay of the guys, I ran upstairs to one of the small-scale flat above the store where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual confrontation with people we picked up and did n't want to take home. I left my male child wife beater tankful top on, put on a pair of dungaree jeans, socks and my leather engine driver boots. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my blue jean jacket with me.

Back down at the shop, I went over my pride 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 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 choke, then pressed the starter push button. My finely tuned 74 column inch V-twin roared to spirit and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's magic on my very horny and thirsty twat. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a huge grin on my nerve. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to rush along and entered the traffic of the interstate. A one-half hour later, being female, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest orbit, just south of Lake City, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my lighting key as I listened to the motor ticking from the rut. Walking kinda funny story, doing my salutary not to grab at my cunt I made it to the restroom before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet maculation on the private parts of my jeans, but not from having to relieve oneself. I could n't tell you how many climaxes I had during that short 70 or so mile drive. I moved the bike over near one of the cinch table in the almost empty sleep area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement duck soup mesa, pulled out my pack of Marlboro 's and lit one. A distich of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the sound of scag reached my ear. Then the rain began. SHIT ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the worse of it, all the picnic mesa were covered by a small cementum pole type canopy, but the rainwater 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 open, pulled out the credit card and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the prison term getting even wetter to go to my former saddle bag and get my denim crownwork, but decided to run for the relation shelter of my outing table. I was soaked. My tank top, my jean and my flush were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to allow in the rain did feel good, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the mineral pitch and the bike as the low temperature rain cooled off the heating of the sun. I giggled looking down at my dresser. The tight boy white married woman beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a mo skin, leaving aught to the imagination. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my iniquity, brown nipples were totally raise and every tiny dimple and bump on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My tit were filled and rock hard, almost to the percentage point of pain, I had n't breast fed Carol since the Night befoe.
The rainwater was blowing more heavily now and the jazz was blowing it under my small shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the violent storm. I looked at my ticker, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the patronise lightning would brighten up the orbit. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of butt out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmas, it kept my cigarettes dry and my Zippo dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my cigarettes to thier dry domicile. I was allso happy it was a new pack, it looked like I would be here a while.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only motorcar were a full sized window van with a family clear down the other end of the remainder area, parked next to a DoS police force car. On the early side 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 slumberer with the device driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge turncock till the tempest passed. I 'd done it many sentence before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic mesa for me to finish.

I was half way finished with my second cigarette, maybe 15 hour or to a lesser extent at the rest area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with quiescency bag and shit strapped to the sissybar and handle bars. He took his time as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his engine, then backed it in, prat wheel against the curbing, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my married man and easily a safe # 100 or more pounds then Tom. full, recollective black beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could get together me. I laughed and said for certain. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to Florida weather !, '' he said with a jolly joke, like a very young santa before Saint Nicholas got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do think why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offense lilliputian lady, 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 bike gens, Bree, short for half strain, she ca n't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, dainty to meet ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my handwriting to shake manpower with the giant. He took my hand in his bear chela, 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 tits, which were still wet and getting wetter, then resurrect his heart skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Jehovah, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this fucking rain and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have known ya had ya rationality, I 'd wish to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me root for off here and finding this little Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His laugh was contagious. I started laughing too, making my knocker jiggle around. I could n't help 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 ride and had to stop to piss ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, Scheol, I would have just pissed my jean as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! Nothing faulty with a slight piss action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing golden shower bath ? 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 soused leather crown and his tee shirt, exposeing a huge gun barrel of a hairy chest. He had man dumbbell, kinda sexy, and big nipples too. He wrung out his t-shirt and crown as best as he could and put them under the picnic table where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his piddle logged boots and air sock and did the same with them. All he had on was a brace of very foul and greasy denim. He looked sexy. He sat next to me on the mesa and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for work since the oil industry was in a depression back in Texas, so far he had n't found anything that paid enough for him to live. I found out he did welding and knew how to take a wrecker. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to know 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 trust I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon ! ! !

A one-half hour later, the tempest seemed to be getting worse, so I left the little shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay phone to call Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to get along get me in the pick-up hand 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 get me. I hung up the headphone and saw a truck driver coming out of the mens way, his centre on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his previous 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his left pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the storm ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a huge accident just south of us at Admiralty mile marker 411 and that the whole compass north and south boundary was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four hours before they could clear the multipe wrecks 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 bosom. Well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you cerebrate ? Not to bad for being a old married char and mother ? '' `` Little Darling River, I think thier perfective ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen knocker as perfect as those, '' He said. I looked around, the cop car and the van had disappeared, only one truck 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 army tank top over my mind, freeing my huge milk filled mamilla. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex 's eye tried to succeed thier question. I grabbed my tits, my bridge player were small compared to thier size of it. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my ovolo and forefinger, I began squeezing my relish. Milk began to fall, then squirt in several guidance. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't waste it ... ..I mean value, can I have a discernment ? '' I smiled and said, `` fountainhead Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be various hours before they reopened it ... .so, no dealings, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my pinhead if ya let me take up on your cock. '' Tex said, `` saint, you drive a concentrated deal, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused hand around my left hand tit and fastened his oral cavity on my nipple. I had a immediate orgasm.

Tex switched to my other bosom, 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 dick loose and was plesantly surprised. It was a practiced 9 column inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the Bench, he stood. I attacked that big cock and made it melt down my throat. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his prick. It took respective hour, but I got a huge lode out of him. His cock went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to take a piss. He started to turn, I grabbed wait 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 ready. I knodded with a verbalize full of his dick. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would block up the menses trough I caught up, then startle it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one special, frizzly bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his manus cupped my pussy thru my blue jean. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his slurred 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 bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth snatch. He brought me to various orgasms before I was begging him to be intimate me. He slid his pecker into me and I loved it. His big prick felt right 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 stroke as he fucked me. I motioned for the teamster to let me suck in his prick. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. decent about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went subdued. He pulled out. I let the teamster cock pop out of my mouth. Tex sat on the Bench. I leaned over sucking his cock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his cock 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 bench under the protection of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a farseeing time. I got off several clock time. After he came this metre, I knelt on the ground and sucked his cock and balls plumb.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few butt as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my hubby, our wheel shop class and the wrecker thou. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my hubby was going to love watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... piddling deary, I love pussy, I much prefer kitty, 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 up, the storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my titty another sucking, then we dressed, got on the bikes and Tex followed me back to our workshop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the back route back to the shop .