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 friend to my husband 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 long time old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super soaring, a big stride up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to tantalize on and had n't been able to put many international nautical mile on her. With carol spending the week with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The common crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on cycle, 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 pixilated white male child wife beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my boobs, a pair of very brusk daisy duke blue jean drawers and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my boobs and giving beaver shots to whoever was concern, 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 induce this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the client could piece it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the custom workplace we had done. backbone in 1981, that was a lot of money to expend on a Harley you already owned. Much to the disheartenment of the guys, I ran upstairs to one of the belittled apartment above the workshop where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual encounters with people we picked up and did n't need to take home. I left my boys married woman beater tank top on, put on a couplet of denim jean, socks and my leather technologist rush. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim jacket with me.

spinal column down at the shop, I went over my superbia and joy, stuffed my cap 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, then pressed the appetizer clitoris. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to biography and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to forge it 's magic on my very steamy and hungry snatch. I blew a kiss at my married man, then peeled out, a huge grin on my look. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to speed and entered the traffic of the interstate highway. A half hour later, being female person, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest area, just south of Lake urban center, 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, doing my best not to snaffle at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my trouser. Oh, there was a wet pip on the crotch of my jeans, but not from having to piss. I could n't severalise you how many sexual climax I had during that short 70 or so mile ride. I moved the bike over near one of the breeze tables in the almost empty rest area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement breeze tabular array, pulled out my mob of Marlboro 's and lit one. A yoke of hassock later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the sound of thunder reached my ears. Then the rainwater began. dirt ! ! ! I was more or lupus erythematosus shelthered from the worse of it, all the walkover tables were covered by a small cement pole type canopy, but the rainwater was still blowing in sideways, but I was getting too wet. Then I remembered I had to put the credit card 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 spend the prison term getting even wetter to go to my other saddle bag and get my denim jacket, but decided to run for the relation protection of my picnic table. I was soaked. My armoured combat vehicle top, my blue jean and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rain did finger secure, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the cold pelting cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The tight male child blanched married woman beater was totally crystal clear, it clung to my eubstance like a arcsecond skin, leaving nothing to the resource. My 34dd milker looked massive, my dark, Brown teat were totally erect and every tiny dimple and jut 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 of pain, I had n't breast fed carol since the night befoe.
The rain was blowing more heavily now and the wind 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 watch, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could hold been midnight. Just the shop lightning would lighten up up the arena. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my face pack of cigaret out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmas, it kept my fag dry and my zilch dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hired man and returned my coffin nail to thier dry home. I was allso glad it was a new camp, it looked like I would be here a spell.

My middle wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The sole cable car were a full moon sized window van with a folk clear down the other end of the remainder orbit, parked next to a Department of State Police car. On the former face of a narrow-minded grassy country, three tractor trailer truck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my cycle, but nonetheless, my mind started imagining being in the sleeper goby with the device driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a immense cock till the storm passed. I 'd done it many clock time before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic table for me to finish.

I was half way finished with my second fag, maybe 15 arcminute or less at the respite field when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping pocketbook and shit strapped to the sissybar and handle cake. He took his time as he pulled up just past my bicycle, killed his engine, then backed it in, nates wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my hubby and easily a ripe # 100 or More pounds then Tom. Full, long black face fungus. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could join me. I laughed and said sure as shooting. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to FL conditions !, '' he said with a jolly jape, like a very young santa before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do commemorate why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no discourtesy slight 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 one-half strain, she ca n't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Saint Nicholas. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, overnice to adjoin ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to shake deal with the giant. He took my hand in his bear nipper, but to my surprise, he was very conciliate. `` The joy all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my pap, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his eyes skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this shtup rain 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 fucking storm, making me pull off here and finding this trivial Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His laugh was contagious. I started laughing too, making my boobs joggle around. I could n't help find the big man 's optic were glued to my titty. `` Ya ol'man taking a leak ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more likely getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala working, I went for a ride and had to stop to piss ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, underworld, I would have just pissed my jean as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! Nothing wrong with a little take a leak natural action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing golden shower ? 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 crownwork and his T-shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hairy chest. He had man boobs, kinda sexy, and big nipple 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 drogue and did the Sami with them. All he had on was a pair of very dingy and greasy denim. He looked sexy. He sat next to me on the board and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for body of work 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 knew how to drive a saboteur. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to recognize more than 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 think I was a day old then 14 ! This guy knew how to ready my ego ballon ! ! !

A one-half hour later, the violent storm seemed to be getting sorry, so I left the slight shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay phone to hollo Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to arrive get me in the pick-up truck and drone, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another couple of 60 minutes, I 'd call back and he could follow get me. I hung up the telephone and saw a trucker coming out of the mens room, his eyes on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his late 30 's. I noticed the recollective bulge forming down his left hand pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the storm ?, '' I asked. The teamster told me there was a huge accident just south of us at Admiralty mile mark 411 and that the solid north and south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four hours before they could clear the multipe wreck 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 tit. Well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you believe ? Not to bad for being a old hook up with womanhood and female parent ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfective ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen bosom as perfect 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 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 vast milk filled tits. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's eyes tried to follow thier movement. I grabbed my tits, my hired man were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my quarter round and index finger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to flow, then pip-squeak in various direction. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't consume it ... ..I mean, can I have a taste ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be several hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my boobs if ya let me suck on your putz. '' Tex said, `` Angel, you drive a heavy bargain, but you have a sight, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused hand around my left tit and fastened his sass 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 fork. I tried to unbutton his jean, he helped. I pulled his dick free and was plesantly surprised. It was a undecomposed 9 inches, midst, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the bench, he stood. I attacked that big cock and made it disappear down my throat. Tex stood there blocking the position from the highway as I sucked on his tool. It took respective minutes, but I got a huge load out of him. His cock went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to aim a piss. He started to turn, I grabbed wait of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my sass ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his turncock was getting hard. I took the caput in my mouth and Tex asked if I was cook. I knodded with a sassing full of his cock. Tex let his piss rate of flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the catamenia boulder clay I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one particular, kinky cunt, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my breast, 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. affair happened fast. My denim were off, Tex laid me back on the table, he sat on the bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth bitch. He brought me to respective orgasms before I was begging him to have it away me. He slid his turncock into me and I loved it. His big dick felt in force inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the trucker that I passed at the public lavatory overture. 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 in his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went flabby. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my oral cavity. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his rooster, the teamster went behind me and shoved his cock in me. The trucker did n't last long, he came, thanked me and went back to his hand truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his tool inside me and rode him on the judiciary under the security of the concrete protection. Tex lasted a prospicient time. I got off several sentence. After he came this sentence, I knelt on the priming and sucked his turncock and balls unclouded.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigarettes as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our motorcycle shop class and the tow car yard. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to have sex watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... petty Darling, I love puss, I much prefer pussy, 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 rainfall began to buoy up, the violent storm expiration. Tex kissed me, gave my titties another suck, then we dressed, got on the cycle and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville departure and took hwy 441, the rear road back to the shop .