Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd like to secernate you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a stuffy booster to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike workshop was doing good and my start born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super coast, a big pace up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to twit 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 shop helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bikes, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as usual, plus customers stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a tight white boy married woman beater tank top that I had tied in a greyback under my breast, a couplet of very short daisy duke denim boxershorts and a couplet of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my breast and giving beaver gibe 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 make this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the customer could cull it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the customs duty work we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. practically to the dismay of the guy cable, I ran upstairs to one of the small apartments above the store where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual encounters with people we picked up and did n't want to lease home. I left my boy married woman beater tank top on, put on a duad of denim jeans, socks and my leather engineer iron boot. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim jacket with me.

rear down at the store, I went over my pride and joy, overeat my crownwork in my saddlebag, kissed my other pridefulness and joy and told him I 'd be back in a couple of 60 minutes, 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 entrant button. 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 immense grin on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to step on it and entered the dealings of the interstate highway. A half hr later, being female person, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville relief arena, just southward of Lake City, shut down my Harley, locked the fork and took my ignition key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heating plant. Walking kinda funny remark, doing my practiced not to catch at my pussy I made it to the public toilet before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet post on the genital organ of my jeans, but not from having to piss. I could n't tell you how many flood tide I had during that unawares 70 or so Admiralty mile ride. I moved the bike over near one of the picnic tabular array in the almost empty quietus area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement picnic mesa, pulled out my multitude of Marlboro 's and lit one. A brace of drag later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the sound of thunder reached my pinna. Then the rainwater began. SHIT ! ! ! I was more or LE shelthered from the worse of it, all the picnic tables were covered by a small cement pole eccentric 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 sister would never restart. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my saddle bag open, pulled out the plastic and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the time getting even wetter to go to my early saddle bag and get my denim jacket, but decided to run for the relation shelter of my duck soup mesa. I was soaked. My tank top, my jeans and my kicking were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rain did find good, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the cold rain cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my bureau. The blind drunk boys white married woman beater was totally gauze-like, it clung to my body like a secondly skin, leaving null to the imagination. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my dark, John Brown nipples were totally erect 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 shake hard, almost to the stage of hurting, I had n't breast fed Christmas carol since the night befoe.
The rain was blowing More heavily now and the lead was blowing it under my humble shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the violent storm. I looked at my sentry, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could experience been midnight. Just the shop at lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my coterie of cigarettes out of the leather sack he had given me for Christmas, it kept my coffin nail dry and my Zippo dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my handwriting and returned my cigarettes to thier dry base. I was allso glad it was a new ingroup, it looked like I would be here a while.

My center wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The exclusively motorcar were a full phase of the moon sized window van with a family sack up down the early end of the rest area, parked adjacent to a State Police car. On the other side of a narrow grassy arena, three tractor trailer trucks were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my bicycle, but nonetheless, my mind 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 meter before, near of the fourth dimension with Tom waiting out by the cinch tables for me to cease.

I was half way finished with my secondly cigarette, maybe 15 transactions or less at the rest surface area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with quiescency purse and prick 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, rear steering wheel against the kerb, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my married man and easily a right # 100 or more pounds then Tom. full phase of the moon, long sinister beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could link 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 santa before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do recall why I came to FL, your beautiful ... no offense short 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 bicycle gens, Bree, short for half strain, she ca n't resolve if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa Claus. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, nice to meet ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to didder hands with the giant. He took my hand in his bear claw, but to my surprisal, he was very blue. `` The joy all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my tits, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his oculus skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this shag rainfall and cocksucker, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have known ya had ya cause, I 'd care to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me pull off here and finding this little Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His joke was contagious. I started laughing too, making my dummy jiggle around. I could n't help observe the big man 's heart were glued to my breast. `` Ya ol'man taking a escape ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more likely getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala workings, I went for a ride and had to stop to piss ... if I would have fuck it was going to force like this, hell, I would have just pissed my jean as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda missy ! ! Nothing untimely with a piffling urinate action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing golden exhibitor ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another fag and offered one to him. He shook his top dog yes as he took off his gazump leather jacket and his tee shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hirsute chest. He had man booby, kinda sexy, and big nipple too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the walkover board where it was a bit drier, but not much. Then he pulled off his piddle logged iron boot and socks and did the same with them. All he had on was a pair of very begrime and greasy jean. 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 industry was in a slump 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 drive a wrecker. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to know 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 sometime 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 picayune protection we had and ran to the restroom region and used a pay telephone set to promise Tom and tell 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 cry back and he could come get me. I hung up the phone and saw a trucker coming out of the manpower way, his oculus on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his recent 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his get out pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the tempest ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a Brobdingnagian accident just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the whole magnetic north and Dixieland bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four minute before they could assoil the multipe wrecks and give the highway again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my mammilla. well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you suppose ? Not to bad for being a old married woman and mother ? '' `` Little darling, I think thier perfect ! ! ! I do n't reckon I have ever seen tit 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 armored combat vehicle top over my head, freeing my huge Milk River filled pap. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's eyes tried to follow thier motion. I grabbed my mammilla, my workforce were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my mammilla, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to run, then small fry in various focus. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't languish it ... ..I mean value, can I have a penchant ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be respective hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you breastfeed on my tit if ya let me suck on your cock. '' Tex said, `` saint, you drive a firmly bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a vast, caloused helping hand around my leftfield tit and fastened his mouth on my teat. I had a immediate coming.

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 jeans, he helped. I pulled his hawkshaw free and was plesantly surprised. It was a estimable 9 column inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the bench, he stood. I attacked that big cock and made it vanish down my pharynx. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his hawkshaw. It took several minute of arc, but I got a huge load out of him. His stopcock went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to take a weewee. He started to turn, I grabbed hold of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my mouth ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his hammer was getting hard. I took the head in my lip and Tex asked if I was make. I knodded with a mouth full of his shaft. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the flow boulder clay I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one extra, frizzly squawk, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his hired hand cupped my pussycat thru my jeans. I oppened my dungaree and pulled them down enough for his thickset hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. matter happened fast. My jean were off, Tex laid me back on the table, he sat on the bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth cunt. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his dick into me and I loved it. His big tool felt in effect inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the trucker that I passed at the restrooms glide slope. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a shot as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me nurse his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his hawkshaw. Right about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went soft. He pulled out. I let the trucker cock pop out of my rima oris. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his hammer, 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 motortruck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his cock inside me and rode him on the work bench under the protection of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a long time. I got off several times. After he came this metre, I knelt on the priming and sucked his peter and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigarettes as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our motorcycle store and the wrecker yard. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my hubby was going to lie with watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... slight Darling, I love pussy, I much prefer twat, 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 lighten, the storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my bosom another sucking, then we dressed, got on the bike and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the book binding road back to the shop class .