Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This fourth dimension I 'd like to evidence you how I met Tex for the inaugural time, a biker who has been a close friend to my married man and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing good and my first born, my girl Carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super glide, a big gradation up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride 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 gang was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bicycle, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as common, plus customers stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a squiffy lily-white boys wife beater tank top that I had tied in a burl under my boobs, a pair of very short daisy duke blue jean shorts and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's boost, I was flirting and flashing my boobs and giving beaver shots to whoever was concerned, 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 cause 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 usance work we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. very much to the consternation of the cat, I ran upstairs to one of the pocket-size apartments above the workshop where Tom and I kept some apparel and set up for our sexual coming upon with people we picked up and did n't need to take abode. I left my male child married woman beater tank top on, put on a pair of dungaree jean, socks and my leather engine driver 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 superbia and joy, stuffed my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my other 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 freshman clit. My finely tuned 74 edge V-twin roared to life and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to mould it 's legerdemain on my very corneous and hungry puss. 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 cannonball along and entered the traffic of the interstate. A one-half hr 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 branching and took my kindling key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat. Walking kinda funny, doing my best not to catch at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my bloomers. Oh, there was a wet dapple on the genitals of my jeans, but not from having to piddle. I could n't evidence you how many climaxes I had during that short-change 70 or so mile ride. I moved the bike over near one of the cinch tables in the almost empty repose surface area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement picnic tables, pulled out my pack of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of hassock later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the speech sound of boom reached my ears. Then the rain began. SHIT ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the spoiled of it, all the picnic mesa were covered by a small cement 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 babe would never re-start. 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 former saddleback bag and get my denim cap, but decided to run for the relation tax shelter of my snap table. I was soaked. My tank top, my denim and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rain did feel upright, 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 chest. The tight boys white married woman beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a second skin, leaving zero to the mental imagery. My 34dd dairy cattle looked massive, my dark, brown pap 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 hurting, I had n't breast fed Carol since the night befoe.
The rainfall was blowing more heavily now and the lead 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 watch, it was barely after high noon, but the sky was so dark, it could let been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would lighten up the field. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my plurality of cigarettes out of the leather sack he had given me for Yuletide, it kept my cigaret dry and my Zippo dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my cigarette to thier dry habitation. I was allso glad it was a new face pack, it looked like I would be here a while.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only elevator car were a full sized window van with a family clear down the former end of the rest expanse, parked adjacent to a res publica police force car. On the former slope of a narrow grassy region, three tractor drone hand truck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my bike, but nonetheless, my mind started imagining being in the sleeper with the driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a Brobdingnagian cock till the storm passed. I 'd done it many times before, about of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to finish.

I was one-half way finished with my instant cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or less at the rest area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with dormancy bags and shit strapped to the sissybar and handgrip bars. He took his time as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his engine, then backed it in, can wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a diminished hulk of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a undecomposed # 100 or more Ezra Loomis Pound then Tom. Full, long black byssus. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could join me. I laughed and said certain. `` 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 remember why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offense little 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 cycle public figure, Bree, short for half breed, she ca n't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, nice to contact ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to shake hands with the goliath. He took my paw in his bear pincer, 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 titty, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his eyes skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey noble, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few proceedings ago 'bout this roll in the hay rain and shucks, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should birth known ya had ya cause, I 'd like to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me deplumate off here and finding this little backer sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His gag was contagious. I started laughing too, making my boobs joggle around. I could n't aid point out the big man 's eyes were glued to my boobs. `` Ya ol'man taking a leak ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more potential getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala working, I went for a ride and had to stop to pee-pee ... if I would have know it was going to force like this, hell, I would have just pissed my dungaree as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! nil wrong with a little peeing action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing gilded showers ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another coffin nail and offered one to him. He shook his head yes as he took off his pawn leather jacket and his T-shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hairy bureau. He had man breast, kinda sexy, and big nipples too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket 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 body of water logged boots and wind sleeve and did the Saami with them. All he had on was a twain of very foul 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 FL looking for body of work since the oil industriousness 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 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 conceive I was a day quondam then 14 ! This guy knew how to stimulate my ego ballon ! ! !

A half time of day later, the tempest seemed to be getting big, so I left the little shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay speech sound to call off Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to hail get me in the pick-up truck and lagger, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another pair of hours, I 'd call back and he could arrive get me. I hung up the phone and saw a trucker coming out of the men room, his eyes on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his recently 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his left pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the storm ?, '' I asked. The truck driver told me there was a vast chance event just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the completely north and Dixie bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four minute before they could clear the multipe crash 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 reckon ? Not to bad for being a old hook up with woman and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfect ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties 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 tank top over my head, freeing my huge milk filled tit. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. 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 teat, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my tanginess. Milk began to flow, then squirt in various directions. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't waste it ... ..I mean, can I have a taste sensation ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be several hour before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you wet-nurse on my boobs if ya let me suck up on your cock. '' Tex said, `` angel, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused script around my pull up stakes tit and fastened his lip on my teat. I had a quick orgasm.

Tex switched to my other pinhead, 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 cock free and was plesantly surprised. It was a good 9 column inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the workbench, he stood. I attacked that big cock and made it disappear down my throat. 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 cock went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to conduct a peeing. He started to sprain, I grabbed hold of his cock, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my backtalk ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his turncock was getting hard. I took the nous in my mouth and Tex asked if I was gear up. I knodded with a mouth total of his tool. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would turn back the flow rate public treasury I caught up, then go it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one special, kinky bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his hand cupped my pussy thru my jean. I oppened my dungaree and pulled them down enough for his thick hired man got inside and he began finger fucking me. matter happened fast. My denim were off, Tex laid me back on the table, he sat on the workbench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my placid twat. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to have intercourse me. He slid his rooster into me and I loved it. His big peter felt good inside me. The violent storm was still rageing. We never heard the truck driver that I passed at the wash room advance. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a fortuity as he fucked me. I motioned for the truck driver to let me suck his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his hawkshaw. right field about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went soft. He pulled out. I let the trucker cock pop out of my mouth. Tex sat on the workbench. I leaned over sucking his cock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his cock in me. The trucker did n't final stage 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 protection. Tex lasted a foresighted metre. I got off several times. After he came this time, I knelt on the ground and sucked his cock and Ball clean-living.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigaret as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our motorcycle shop and the tow car yard. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitating, I told him my husband was going to love watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... small pet, I love pussy, I much prefer pussy, but once in a piece ... .., '' 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 expiration. Tex kissed me, gave my titties another suction, 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 shop class .