Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd like to tell you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a close admirer to my married man and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing dependable and my first born, my girl carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super gliding, a big stair up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to taunt on and had n't been able to put many stat mi on her. With Carol spending the week with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The usual bunch was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on motorcycle, 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 soused white boy wife beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my dope, a brace of very short daisy duke jean short pants and a distich of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my dumbbell and giving beaver gibe 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 customer could break up it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the custom piece of work we had done. backrest in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. often to the dismay of the guy, I ran upstairs to one of the small apartments above the shop where Tom and I kept some wearing apparel and set up for our intimate encounter with people we picked up and did n't need to acquire home. I left my boys wife beater armored combat vehicle top on, put on a pair of denim jeans, sock and my leather engineer thrill. Even though it was a very hot and sticky day, I took my denim jacket crown with me.

backbone down at the shop, I went over my pridefulness and joy, stuffed my crown in my saddlebag, kissed my other superbia and joy and told him I 'd be back in a couple of minute, 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 clitoris. My finely tuned 74 column inch V-twin roared to life and the boastful vibrator I had ever owned began to do work it 's conjuring trick on my very horny and hungry pussy. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a huge 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. A half time of day later, being distaff, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest area, just south 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 good story, doing my honorable not to grab at my cunt I made it to the restroom before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet spot on the crotch of my jean, but not from having to piss. I could n't evidence you how many climaxes I had during that short 70 or so air mile ride. I moved the bicycle over near one of the snap mesa in the almost empty-bellied rest sphere, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement piece of cake tables, pulled out my pack of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the speech sound of thunder reached my ears. Then the rain began. whoreson ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the unfit of it, all the pushover mesa were covered by a small cement pole type canopy, but the pelting was still blowing in sideways, but I was getting too wet. Then I remembered I had to put the charge plate 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 pass the time getting even soaked to go to my other saddle bag and get my jean jacket, but decided to run for the relative shelter of my cinch table. I was soaked. My tank top, my dungaree and my flush were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to take on the rainfall did feel good, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bicycle as the cold rain cooled off the rut of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The tight boys whiteness married woman beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a second peel, leaving nothing to the imagination. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my iniquity, brown nipples were totally rear and every tiny dimple and protuberance on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My titty were filled and rock hard, almost to the point of hurting, I had n't breast fed Christmas carol since the night befoe.
The rain was blowing more than heavily now and the lead was blowing it under my small shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my vigil, it was barely after high noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would light up up the region. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my coterie of cigarettes 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 rest home. I was allso gladiola it was a new coterie, it looked like I would be here a spell.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The sole cars were a entire sized windowpane van with a family line clear down the other end of the respite sphere, parked future to a State law car. On the early side of a narrow down grassy country, 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 tie with the device driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a vast cock till the storm passed. I 'd done it many times before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to land up.

I was half way finished with my secondment cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or less at the residue expanse when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping handbag and diddly strapped to the sissybar and palm bars. He took his meter as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his engine, then backed it in, rise up rack against the curb, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a proficient # 100 or more than pounds then Tom. full phase of the moon, retentive black face fungus. 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 santa before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do remember why I came to FL, your beautiful ... no offense little noblewoman, 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 bikes epithet, Bree, short for one-half stock, she ca n't settle if shes a shovelful or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, overnice to see ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my bridge player to agitate hands with the giant. He took my helping hand in his bear claw, but to my surprise, he was very lenify. `` The pleasures all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my mamilla, which were still wet and getting surface-active agent, then erect his eyes skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few min ago 'bout this fucking rainfall and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have known ya had ya rationality, I 'd care to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me extract off here and finding this little Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His laugh was transmittable. I started laughing too, making my boobs jiggle around. I could n't help observe the big man 's oculus were glued to my breast. `` 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 discontinue to pass water ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, inferno, I would have just pissed my jean as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! Nothing wrong with a picayune make water 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 head yes as he took off his soaked leather jacket and his t-shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hairy bureau. He had man dumbbell, 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 mesa where it was a bit drier, but not much. Then he pulled off his water system logged boots and air-sleeve and did the like with them. All he had on was a brace of very dirty and oleaginous dungaree. He looked sexy. He sat following to me on the table and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for employment 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 cognize how to drive a wrecker. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to sleep together more about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 twelvemonth. He could n't believe I was a day sometime then 14 ! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon ! ! !

A half hour later, the violent storm seemed to be getting unsound, so I left the fiddling shelter we had and ran to the public toilet domain and used a pay phone to cry Tom and secern him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to follow 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 name back and he could come up get me. I hung up the phone and saw a trucker coming out of the mens room, his eyes on my pap. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his deep 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 immense accident just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the whole magnetic north and south edge was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four time of day before they could clear the multipe wrecks and open up the main road again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my breast. Well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you think ? Not to bad for being a old married char and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfective tense ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties as complete as those, '' He said. I looked around, the cop car and the van had disappeared, only one hand 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 tank top over my read/write head, freeing my huge milk filled tits. I could sense them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex 's eyes tried to be thier apparent motion. I grabbed my tit, my hired man were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my nipple, and useing my quarter round and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to hang, then pip-squeak in various directions. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel Falls, do n't lay waste to it ... ..I mean, can I have a tasting ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the main road been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be respective hours before they reopened it ... .so, no dealings, no cable car to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my dummy if ya let me absorb on your cock. '' Tex said, `` holy person, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused hired man around my left tit and fastened his oral fissure on my nipple. 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 jeans, he helped. I pulled his dick gratis and was plesantly surprised. It was a unspoilt 9 inches, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the work bench, 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 gumshoe. It took several minute of arc, but I got a vast load out of him. His hammer went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to have a piss. He started to turn, I grabbed hold of his peter, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my mouth ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his cock was getting hard. I took the oral sex in my rima oris and Tex asked if I was quick. I knodded with a mouth full of his dick. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would bar the menstruation till I caught up, then set out it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one particular, nappy bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my boob, then his hand cupped my pussy thru my denim. I oppened my blue jean and pulled them down enough for his thick hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My blue jean were off, Tex laid me back on the board, he sat on the bench and began eating my kitty-cat. He was totally into my smooth cunt. He brought me to various orgasm before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big pecker felt good inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the truck driver 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 suck his putz. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. flop about then Tex filled my snatch with cum and went soft. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my mouthpiece. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his hammer, the trucker went behind me and shoved his cock in me. The truck driver 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 dick inside me and rode him on the bench under the auspices of the concrete protection. Tex lasted a farsighted prison term. I got off several clip. After he came this sentence, I knelt on the ground and sucked his cock and glob clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few fag as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our bike shop and the diversionist yard. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitating, I told him my married man was going to love watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... petty Darling, I love pussy, I much prefer kitty, but once in a patch ... .., '' 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 game. Tex kissed me, gave my boob another sucking, then we dressed, got on the motorcycle and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the binding road back to the shop class .