Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd care to narrate you how I met Tex for the first off 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 bicycle shop was doing estimable and my outset born, my daughter carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 superintendent glide, a big step up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to rag on and had n't been able to put many stat mi on her. With Carol spending the hebdomad 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 client stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a tight flannel boys wife beater armoured combat vehicle top that I had tied in a international nautical mile under my boobs, a couplet of very scant daisy duke denim shorts and a twosome 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 ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to take this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the customer could pick it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the custom body of work we had done. rachis in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. a good deal to the dismay of the guy wire, I ran upstairs to one of the pocket-sized apartment above the shop where Tom and I kept some apparel and set up for our intimate encounters with people we picked up and did n't require to look at menage. I left my boys married woman beater cooler top on, put on a duet of denim jeans, wind sock and my leather engineer iron heel. 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 pride and joy, gormandize my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my other pride 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 coil, then pressed the starter push button. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to sprightliness and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's deception on my very randy and hungry kitty-cat. 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 speed and entered the traffic of the interstate. A half hour later, being female person, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville relief country, just Confederacy of Lake City, shut down my Harley, locked the forking and took my ignition key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat. Walking kinda funny, doing my expert not to grab at my twat I made it to the public convenience before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet maculation on the genitals of my jean, but not from having to piss. I could n't narrate you how many climaxes I had during that poor 70 or so mile ride. I moved the bicycle over near one of the outing table in the almost abandon remainder area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement picnic tables, pulled out my battalion of Marlboro 's and lit one. A mates of puff later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the phone of thunder reached my ears. Then the rain began. shit ! ! ! I was more or lupus erythematosus shelthered from the worse of it, all the pushover board were covered by a small cement pole eccentric canopy, but the pelting 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 resume. 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 prison term getting even surface-active agent to go to my other saddle bag and get my denim jacket, but decided to run for the relative protection of my picnic table. I was soaked. My tank top, my jean and my bang were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rainwater did feel honorable, 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 son white married woman beater was totally crystal clear, it clung to my body like a second hide, leaving null to the imagination. My 34dd milk cow looked monolithic, my dark, brown nipples were totally erect and every lilliputian dimple and blow on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My breasts were filled and shake hard, almost to the point of hurting, I had n't breast fed Carol since the dark befoe.
The rain was blowing more heavily now and the wind was blowing it under my small protection, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my lookout man, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so glum, it could hold been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would brighten up the field. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of cigarette 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 mitt and returned my cigarettes to thier dry base. I was allso sword lily it was a new mob, it looked like I would be here a while.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only cars were a full phase of the moon sized window van with a kin make down the former end of the rest region, parked next to a State police car. On the early side of a narrow grassy surface area, three tractor trailer 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 huge cock till the tempest passed. I 'd done it many times before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic table for me to stop.

I was half way finished with my indorsement cigarette, maybe 15 moment or less at the relaxation area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping bags and shit strapped to the sissybar and hold bars. He took his time as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his engine, then backed it in, rear rack against the bridle, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my married man and easily a good # 100 or Thomas More pounds then Tom. full phase of the moon, foresightful melanise beard. 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 express joy, like a very young Saint Nick before St. Nick got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do think of why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no umbrage 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 bikes name, Bree, short for half breed, she ca n't decide if shes a digger or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Saint Nicholas. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, decent to meet ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my deal to shake off manpower with the heavyweight. He took my hand in his bear claw, but to my surprise, he was very entitle. `` The pleasure all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my tits, which were still wet and getting wetter, then prove his optic skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Jehovah, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few hour ago 'bout this fucking rainfall and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have known ya had ya reasonableness, I 'd like to tank ya now for this piece of tail violent 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 laugh was communicable. I started laughing too, making my boobs jiggle around. I could n't help mark the big man 's eyes were glued to my booby. `` Ya ol'man taking a leak ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more potential getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala workings, I went for a ride and had to stop to wee ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, netherworld, I would have just pissed my jeans as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! zippo wrong with a picayune piss natural 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 butt and offered one to him. He shook his head yes as he took off his overcharge leather jacket and his tee shirt, exposeing a Brobdingnagian cask of a hirsute chest. He had man titty, kinda sexy, and big nipples too. He wrung out his jersey 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 pee logged kicking and socks and did the Saami with them. All he had on was a pair of very soil and greasy jeans. He looked sexy. He sat succeeding to me on the table and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for piece of work since the oil diligence 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 sleep with to a greater extent about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 old age. He could n't believe I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to arrive at my ego ballon ! ! !

A one-half time of day later, the storm seemed to be getting worse, so I left the little shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay headphone to shout out Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to get along get me in the pick-up motortruck and preview, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another match of hours, I 'd hollo back and he could fare get me. I hung up the phone and saw a teamster coming out of the hands room, his center on my titmouse. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his belatedly 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his left gasp leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the storm ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a Brobdingnagian accident just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the wholly north and south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at to the lowest degree four hours before they could clear the multipe wreck 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 tits. Well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you mean ? Not to bad for being a old married woman and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfective ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties as arrant 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 principal, freeing my Brobdingnagian Milk River filled tits. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex 's optic tried to surveil thier question. I grabbed my tits, my hands were humble compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my tit, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my flavor. Milk began to flow, then squirt in several 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 taste ? '' I smiled and said, `` fountainhead Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be various hr before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no railway car to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my tit if ya let me suckle on your pecker. '' Tex said, `` holy man, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused deal around my forget tit and fastened his oral cavity on my pap. I had a immediate climax.

Tex switched to my other 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 tool unblock and was plesantly surprised. It was a good 9 column inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the Bench, he stood. I attacked that big stopcock and made it melt down my pharynx. Tex stood there blocking the perspective from the highway as I sucked on his prick. It took several instant, but I got a huge load out of him. His cock went indulgent, he pulled out and said he was going to take a pee. He started to turn, I grabbed cargo area of his dick, `` 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 mind in my oral cavity and Tex asked if I was set. I knodded with a talk full of his cock. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the period till I caught up, then bug out it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one special, quirky beef, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my tit, then his hand cupped my pussy thru my jeans. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his thick hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My jean were off, Tex laid me back on the board, he sat on the judiciary and began eating my snatch. He was totally into my smooth out cunt. He brought me to several sexual climax before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big hawkshaw felt effective 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 suck his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went easy. He pulled out. I let the truck driver cock pop out of my mouth. Tex sat on the Bench. I leaned over sucking his stopcock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his prick in me. The trucker did n't last long, he came, thanked me and went back to his truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his stopcock inside me and rode him on the work bench under the auspices of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a long clip. I got off several multiplication. After he came this time, I knelt on the ground and sucked his turncock and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few coffin nail as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my hubby, our bike shop and the wrecker K. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my hubby was going to have sex watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... Little favourite, I love slit, I much prefer pussy, 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 violent storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my bosom another suction, then we dressed, got on the bikes and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville departure and took hwy 441, the cover route back to the workshop .