Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd wish to tell you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a close champion to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing full and my low born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one eld old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super coast, a big measure up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride on and had n't been able to put many land mile on her. With Christmas carol spending the calendar 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 cooler top that I had tied in a Calidris canutus under my dumbbell, a pair of very shortsighted daisy duke denim short pants and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's boost, I was flirting and flashing my boobs and giving beaver shots to whoever was interested, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls concentration and suggested I go for a drive on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to have this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the client could clean it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the custom work we had done. spine in 1981, that was a lot of money to drop on a Harley you already owned. Much to the dismay of the guys, I ran upstairs to one of the small flat above the shop where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual encounter with people we picked up and did n't want to take domicile. I left my boys wife beater tank top on, put on a pair of blue jean jeans, socks and my leather railroad engineer the boot. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my blue jean jacket with me.

backrest down at the store, I went over my pride and joy, pig out my crownwork in my saddlebag, kissed my other superbia 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 entrant button. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to life and the braggy vibrator I had ever owned began to play it 's magic on my very steamy and hungry pussy. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a huge grinning on my cheek. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to speed and entered the dealings of the interstate. A half hour later, being female person, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest expanse, just Dixie of Lake City, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my ignition key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat. Walking kinda funny story, doing my scoop not to grab at my kitty-cat I made it to the restroom before I pissed my knickers. Oh, there was a wet spot on the crotch of my dungaree, but not from having to piss. I could n't tell you how many climaxes I had during that short 70 or so mile ride. I moved the motorcycle over near one of the picnic tables in the almost empty residuum 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 dyad of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the sound of thunder reached my spike. Then the rain began. bullshit ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the sorry of it, all the picnic tabular array were covered by a low 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 baby would never re-start. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my bicycle seat bag open, pulled out the charge card and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the clock time getting even wetter to go to my early burden bag and get my denim jacket, but decided to run for the relative shelter of my pushover table. I was soaked. My armoured combat vehicle top, my jeans and my flush were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rainfall did feel trade good, it cooled me off. I could see steamer riseing from the asphalt and the wheel as the moth-eaten rainwater cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The slopped male child Edward White wife beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a mo tegument, leaving nil to the imagination. My 34dd milch cow looked massive, my dark, chocolate-brown nipple were totally erect and every tiny dimpled chad and protrusion on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My breasts were filled and sway hard, almost to the point of hurting, I had n't breast fed Carol since the Nox befoe.
The rain was blowing to a greater extent heavily now and the wind instrument 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 watch, it was barely after high noon, but the sky was so benighted, it could have been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of coffin nail out of the leather sac he had given me for Yule, it kept my cigarettes dry and my nada dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my mitt and returned my cigarettes to thier dry home. I was allso glad it was a new ring, it looked like I would be here a patch.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The solitary cars were a replete sized window van with a class clear down the other end of the rest country, parked next to a State Police car. On the other side of meat 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 mind started imagining being in the sleeper with the driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge cock till the storm passed. I 'd done it many times before, nearly of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic mesa for me to finish up.

I was half way finished with my minute cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or less at the rest region when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping pocketbook and shit strapped to the sissybar and handgrip bars. He took his clock time as he pulled up just past my cycle, killed his locomotive engine, then backed it in, tush wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a dear # 100 or to a greater extent Cypriot pound then Tom. Full, long black beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could join me. I laughed and said certainly. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to Florida conditions !, '' he said with a jolly jape, like a very Loretta Young santa before Kriss Kringle got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do remember why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offense 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 Santa. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, gracious to forgather ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to shake men with the giant. He took my manus in his bear claw, 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 bed wetter, then produce his middle skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, 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 like to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me pull out off here and finding this little Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His jape was transmissible. I started laughing too, making my dope joggle around. I could n't help notice the big man 's oculus were glued to my boobs. `` Ya ol'man taking a outflow ?, '' 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 stop to piddle ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, hell, I would have just pissed my jeans as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda missy ! ! Nothing wrong with a slight piss action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing lucky 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 crownwork and his tee shirt, exposeing a vast barrel of a haired chest. He had man boobs, kinda sexy, and big tit 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 thrill and socks and did the same with them. All he had on was a span of very bemire 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 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 endure. I found out he did welding and eff how to drive a tow truck. 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 consider I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to prepare my ego ballon ! ! !

A half hour later, the storm seemed to be getting worse, so I left the little protection we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay phone to foretell Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to get get me in the pick-up hand truck and lagger, I told him I was ok, I 'd brave the tempest. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another duet of hours, I 'd send for back and he could follow get me. I hung up the speech sound and saw a trucker coming out of the hands room, his eyes on my bosom. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his tardy 30 's. I noticed the foresightful bulge forming down his left knickers leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the violent storm ?, '' I asked. The teamster told me there was a huge accident just south of us at naut mi mark 411 and that the whole north and south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four hours before they could net the multipe wreck and afford the main road 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 recall ? Not to bad for being a old conjoin adult female and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfect ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties as everlasting 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 main road shut down, no one else would be pulling into the parking lot.

I pulled my wet tank top over my head, freeing my Brobdingnagian milk filled boob. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's optic tried to follow thier move. I grabbed my boob, my script were humble compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my quarter round and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk River began to hang, then squirt in several counseling. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't devastate it ... ..I mean, can I have a gustatory perception ? '' I smiled and said, `` well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be several hr before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my titty if ya let me nurse on your shaft. '' Tex said, `` Angel, you drive a grueling deal, but you have a tidy sum, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused mitt around my give tit and fastened his mouth on my mammilla. I had a immediate orgasm.

Tex switched to my early breast, 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 dick free and was plesantly surprised. It was a effective 9 column inch, midst, 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 putz. It took respective instant, but I got a huge load out of him. His cock went piano, he pulled out and said he was going to accept a urine. 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 dick was getting hard. I took the principal in my mouth and Tex asked if I was ready. I knodded with a mouth full of his tool. Tex let his take a leak flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the flow cashbox I caught up, then start 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 mamilla, then his deal cupped my kitty-cat thru my jeans. I oppened my dungaree and pulled them down enough for his thick hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. affair happened fast. My jeans were off, Tex laid me back on the mesa, he sat on the bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my quiet pussy. He brought me to various coming before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his peter into me and I loved it. His big gumshoe felt sound 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 trucker to let me fellate his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my twat with cum and went easygoing. He pulled out. I let the truckers 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 teamster did n't survive 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 yearn time. I got off various times. After he came this fourth dimension, I knelt on the ground and sucked his cock and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigaret as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our bike shop and the wrecker G. I offered him a job, with 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 ? ... picayune Darling, I love snatch, 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 rainwater began to lighten, the storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my boob another sucking, then we dressed, got on the cycle and Tex followed me back to our workshop. I took the Elisville way out and took hwy 441, the back road back to the shop .