Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This metre I 'd care to tell you how I met Tex for the firstly time, a biker who has been a closing Friend to my married man and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bicycle shop was doing serious and my 1st born, my girl Christmas carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super glide, a big whole tone up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to cod on and had n't been capable to put many miles on her. With carol spending the workweek with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The common crew was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bicycle, 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 tight egg white boys wife beater army tank top that I had tied in a slub under my pinhead, a couple of very short circuit daisy duke denim short pants and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my dumbbell and giving beaver shots to whoever was concerned, 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 foot it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the customs duty work we had done. binding in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. Much to the dismay of the guys, I ran upstairs to one of the humble apartments above the store where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual clash with masses we picked up and did n't want to take home. I left my boys married woman beater tank top on, put on a pair of denim jeans, socks and my leather applied scientist boots. Even though it was a very hot and steamy day, I took my dungaree cap with me.

Back down at the shop, I went over my superbia and joy, stuffed my crown in my saddlebag, kissed my other pridefulness and joy and told him I 'd be back in a mates 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 choking coil, then pressed the starter motor push button. My finely tuned 74 in V-twin roared to life and the bountiful vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's magic on my very aroused and hungry pussy. I blew a candy kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a Brobdingnagian grin on my font. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to hie and entered the dealings of the interstate. A half hour later, being female, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville quietus area, just south of Lake city, shut down my Harley, locked the fork and took my ignition key as I listened to the motor ticking from the estrus. Walking kinda funny, doing my serious not to take hold of at my pussy I made it to the comfort station before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet berth on the private parts of my jeans, but not from having to wee. I could n't distinguish you how many orgasm I had during that unawares 70 or so geographical mile ride. I moved the bicycle over near one of the breeze tabular array in the almost vacuous rest field, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cementum picnic tables, pulled out my ring of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the audio of roaring reached my capitulum. Then the rainwater began. SHIT ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the worse of it, all the walkover tabular array were covered by a small 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 credit card baggie over my carburator or my infant would never restart. 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 drop the time getting even sloshed to go to my other burden bag and get my denim cap, but decided to run for the relative shelter of my picnic table. I was soaked. My army tank top, my jean and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rain did feel good, it cooled me off. I could see steam clean 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 sozzled boy white wife beater was totally transparent, it clung to my eubstance like a instant cutis, leaving nothing to the imagination. My 34dd milcher looked massive, my iniquity, brown mammilla were totally upright and every tiny pregnant chad 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 stop of hurting, I had n't breast fed Carol since the dark befoe.
The rainwater was blowing more heavily now and the wind was blowing it under my diminished 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 colored, it could have been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would brighten up the expanse. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my ring of fag out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmas Day, it kept my cigarettes dry and my zip dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my cigarettes to thier dry family. I was allso glad it was a new multitude, it looked like I would be here a while.

My middle wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only cars were a full sized window van with a family clear down the other end of the rest area, parked next to a State law car. On the other side of a constrict grassy area, three tractor dawdler motortruck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my cycle, but nonetheless, my judgement started imagining being in the sleeper with the device driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge putz 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 finish.

I was half way finished with my second cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or less at the rest area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping grip and diddly-squat strapped to the sissybar and handle bars. He took his time as he pulled up just past my motorcycle, killed his railway locomotive, then backed it in, rear wheel against the AMEX, like I had mine. He was a small titan of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a commodity # 100 or More Syrian pound then Tom. Full, foresightful black whiskers. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could connect me. I laughed and said sure. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to Florida weather !, '' he said with a jolly laugh, like a very youthful St. Nick before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do think why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no crime 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 cycle name, Bree, short for half breed, she ca n't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa Claus. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, dainty to satisfy ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to throw off hand with the goliath. He took my hand in his bear claw, but to my surprisal, he was very gentle. `` The delight all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my tits, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his eye skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few bit ago 'bout this fucking rain and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should give known ya had ya reasons, I 'd wish to tank ya now for this screw storm, making me deplumate off here and finding this minuscule Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His jape was contagious. I started laughing too, making my knocker joggle around. I could n't help oneself notice the big man 's centre were glued to my tit. `` Ya ol'man taking a news 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 halt to make water ... if I would give birth know it was going to force like this, Inferno, I would accept just pissed my denim as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my sort of girl ! ! Nothing wrong with a little piss action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing gold showers ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another cigaret and offered one to him. He shook his mind yes as he took off his soaked leather jacket and his t-shirt, exposeing a vast barrel of a hairy chest. He had man titty, kinda sexy, and big pap too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the breeze tabular array where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his water logged boots and socks and did the Saame with them. All he had on was a distich of very dirty 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 piece 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 do it how to drive a saboteur. 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 believe I was a day aged then 14 ! This guy knew how to make believe 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 public lavatory orbit and used a pay headphone to hollo Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to come 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 call back and he could amount get me. I hung up the earpiece and saw a trucker coming out of the hands room, his oculus on my titmouse. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his belatedly 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his left knickers 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 mile marking 411 and that the totally Second Earl of Guilford and south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four 60 minutes before they could exonerate the multipe wrecks and spread 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 think ? Not to bad for being a old espouse fair sex and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfect tense ! ! ! I do n't imagine I have ever seen bosom as perfect 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 main road shut down, no one else would be pulling into the parking lot.

I pulled my wet storage tank top over my head, freeing my huge Milk filled tits. I could sense them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's eyes tried to follow thier motion. I grabbed my tits, my workforce were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my zest. milk began to course, then pip-squeak in respective focal point. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't neutralise 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 respective hr before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my breast if ya let me lactate on your cock. '' Tex said, `` saint, you drive a knockout bargain, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a vast, caloused hand around my left tit and fastened his sass on my nipple. I had a contiguous orgasm.

Tex switched to my other bosom, 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 peter disembarrass 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 cock and made it evaporate down my throat. Tex stood there blocking the scene from the highway as I sucked on his shaft. It took several minutes, but I got a Brobdingnagian shipment out of him. His cock went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to train a peeing. He started to turn, I grabbed detainment of his tool, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my oral fissure ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his pecker was getting hard. I took the heading in my back talk and Tex asked if I was set up. I knodded with a mouth wide of his prick. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would discontinue the menstruum till I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one particular, kinky bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my bosom, then his hired man cupped my slit thru my dungaree. I oppened my jean and pulled them down enough for his thick bridge player got inside and he began finger fucking me. things happened fast. My jeans were off, Tex laid me back on the table, he sat on the bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my shine cunt. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to roll in the hay me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big dick felt good inside me. The violent 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 fortuity as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me take up his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. decent about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went flabby. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my mouth. Tex sat on the work bench. I leaned over sucking his shaft, 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 motortruck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his stopcock inside me and rode him on the work bench under the protection of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a long time. I got off several times. After he came this fourth dimension, I knelt on the earth and sucked his cock and bollock 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 pace. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to have a go at it watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... fiddling 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 rain began to relieve, the storm release. Tex kissed me, gave my bosom another sucking, then we dressed, got on the bike and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the rear route back to the shop .