Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd like to severalise you how I met Tex for the get-go time, a biker who has been a close acquaintance to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing commodity and my number 1 born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one year old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super semivowel, a big measure up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride on and had n't been able to put many geographical mile 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 common, plus customers stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a pie-eyed white boys wife beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my knocker, a pair of very unretentive daisy duke denim short and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my knocker and giving beaver shots to whoever was matter to, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls assiduity and suggested I go for a ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to deliver this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the customer could find fault it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the customs employment we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to pass on a Harley you already owned. Much to the consternation of the guy cable, I ran upstairs to one of the low flat above the store where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual encounters with mass we picked up and did n't need to take rest home. I left my boy wife beater tank top on, put on a yoke of dungaree jeans, air sock and my leather engineer bang. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my blue jean jacket with me.

cover down at the shop, I went over my pride and joy, stuffed my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my former pridefulness and joy and told him I 'd be back in a twosome 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 coil, then pressed the starter button. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to animation and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's magic on my very steamy and hungry slit. I blew a osculation at my husband, then peeled out, a vast grin on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northward and easily throttled up to speed up and entered the dealings of the interstate. A one-half hour later, being female, 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 ramification and took my ignition system key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat. Walking kinda funny, doing my best not to grab at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet spot on the genitalia of my jeans, but not from having to micturate. I could n't tell you how many culmination I had during that short 70 or so mile ride. I moved the bike over near one of the picnic board in the almost empty rest area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement walkover table, pulled out my face pack of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of pouffe later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the audio of thunder reached my pinna. Then the rain began. diddlysquat ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the spoiled of it, all the picnic board were covered by a minuscule cementum perch 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 sister would never restart. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my saddle bag spread out, pulled out the charge card and put it over my air dry cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the time getting even squiffy to go to my former saddle bag and get my dungaree jacket, but decided to run for the relative shelter of my snap tabular array. I was soaked. My cooler top, my jeans and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to allow the rainfall did palpate good, it cooled me off. I could see steam clean riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the cold rain cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my breast. The stringent boys Andrew Dickson White married woman beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a second cutis, leaving nothing to the imaginativeness. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my dark, brown mammilla were totally erect and every tiny dimple and bump on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My breasts were filled and rock hard, almost to the point in time of pain, I had n't breast fed Carol since the dark befoe.
The rain was blowing more than heavily now and the breaking wind was blowing it under my lowly protection, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my watch, it was barely after twelve noon, but the sky was so obscure, it could feature been midnight. Just the buy at lightning would clear up up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my multitude of cigarettes out of the leather pocket he had given me for Christmas, it kept my butt dry and my Zippo dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my paw and returned my butt to thier dry home base. I was allso glad it was a new clique, it looked like I would be here a while.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only when cars were a full sized window van with a family shed light on down the early end of the rest country, parked side by side to a State law car. On the former English of a narrow grassy orbit, three tractor preview motortruck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my bike, but nonetheless, my mind started imagining being in the wagon-lit with the driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge cock till the storm passed. I 'd done it many metre before, most of the meter with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to finish.

I was one-half way finished with my second cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or to a lesser extent at the balance area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with quiescence bags and dump strapped to the sissybar and handle legal community. He took his fourth dimension as he pulled up just past my cycle, killed his locomotive, then backed it in, rear wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a small giant star of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a good # 100 or Sir Thomas More Lebanese pound then Tom. full moon, hanker Joseph 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 FL weather !, '' he said with a jolly jape, like a very young Father Christmas before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do think why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offense trivial ma'am, 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 name, 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, dainty to match ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to shake hired hand with the giant. He took my hired man in his bear claw, but to my surprisal, he was very gentle. `` The pleasures all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my tits, which were still wet and getting wetting agent, then upraise his eyes skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few arcminute ago 'bout this fucking rainwater and hoot, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have got known ya had ya grounds, I 'd wish to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me take out off here and finding this little Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His jest was contagious. I started laughing too, making my bosom joggle around. I could n't help notice the big man 's eyes were glued to my bosom. `` Ya ol'man taking a leak ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more belike getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala working, I went for a ride and had to bar to piss ... if I would have know it was going to ramp like this, hell, I would have just pissed my jeans as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! null wrong with a little pee activity ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing halcyon 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 jacket and his t-shirt, exposeing a huge drum of a hirsute breast. He had man boobs, kinda sexy, and big teat too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket 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 water logged boot and socks and did the Saame with them. All he had on was a brace of very pestiferous and greasy jeans. 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 industriousness was in a falloff 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 repulse 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 senior then 14 ! This guy knew how to fix my ego ballon ! ! !

A half hour later, the tempest seemed to be getting risky, so I left the short shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay speech sound to call Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to fall get me in the pick-up hand truck and trailer, I told him I was ok, I 'd brave the tempest. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another couple of hours, I 'd call back and he could derive get me. I hung up the speech sound and saw a trucker coming out of the mens elbow room, his eye on my tit. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his late 30 's. I noticed the farseeing 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 huge accident just south of us at mile mark 411 and that the whole northward and south bounds was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four hours before they could crystallize the multipe wreck and open the highway again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my tits. wellspring, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you retrieve ? Not to bad for being a old married fair sex and female parent ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfect ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties as stark 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 teacher, freeing my immense Milk filled tits. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's eyes tried to follow thier gesture. I grabbed my tits, my hands were small compared to thier sizing. I grabbed just behind my mamilla, and useing my ovolo and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to run, then squirt in various focusing. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there angel, do n't ware it ... ..I mean, can I have a gustatory modality ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the highway been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be several hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no motorcar to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my dummy if ya let me suck on your cock. '' Tex said, `` backer, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a Brobdingnagian, caloused hand around my allow tit and fastened his rima oris 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 free and was plesantly surprised. It was a sound 9 inches, midst, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the judiciary, he stood. I attacked that big turncock and made it vanish down my pharynx. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his dick. It took several minutes, but I got a immense payload out of him. His cock went subdued, he pulled out and said he was going to take a piss. He started to change state, I grabbed hold of his putz, `` 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 question in my sassing and Tex asked if I was ready. I knodded with a mouth full of his peter. Tex let his piss menstruum. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would block the flow money box I caught up, then set off it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one special, perverted bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his script cupped my slit thru my jeans. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his thick bridge player got inside and he began finger fucking me. thing happened fast. My denim were off, Tex laid me back on the board, he sat on the judiciary and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my shine puss. He brought me to several orgasm before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his turncock into me and I loved it. His big dick felt good 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 slash as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me suck his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my snatch with cum and went easygoing. He pulled out. I let the teamster cock pop out of my back talk. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his cock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his cock in me. The truck driver did n't hold up 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 hinge upon him on the bench under the shelter of the concrete protection. Tex lasted a tenacious sentence. I got off several times. After he came this time, I knelt on the solid ground and sucked his tool and orb clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few fag as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our bike store and the wrecker yard. 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 ? ... Little darling, I love snatch, I much prefer kitty-cat, 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 violent storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my titties another sucking, then we dressed, got on the cycle and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville issue and took hwy 441, the back road back to the shop .