The Biker Meeting

Finally, the day of the biker meeting, which we have been looking forward to for a long time, is dawning. It is the ideal opportunity to enjoy ourselves to the full once again, detached from everyday stress, from this whole routine of the daily routine, from all conventions. We want to start early in the morning, the weather is kind to us, the sun is shining and the sky is clear, it will be a hot day. Amidala looks beautiful in her dress, has skintight jeans and a light blouse, through which her wonderful breasts are cheekily visible when she opens the leather jacket.

After a hearty breakfast we get on our bikes and off we go, enjoying the landscape that passes us, the wind, the slight shaking of the machines. Amidala usually drives in front of me, it's a perfect picture, how special the 440LTD is made for her, we also searched for a long time before we found this Kawa. She sits like a glove on this low chopper, every now and then I pass her, enjoy her profile, we wave at each other, laugh at each other, my XV750SE roars adventurously again, I should have stayed with the original exhaust, this Harley replica is just too loud. We've been on the road for a good two hours now, we've covered half of the distance and we take a short break at a parking lot on the side of the road.

It's getting really hot, we peel off our leather jackets, the black leather gets very hot in the sun. The fine beads of sweat on our skin make the fabric stick to the skin and become almost transparent. Next to us is a Passat, the driver is just coming back from the forest, it takes him incredibly long to find his car key and unlock the car, the whole time he can't take his eyes off the sight that Amidala offers him through her stretching exercises that she does next to her motorcycle.

With her hands on her hips, she bends her upper body forward and then far back, her breasts are clearly visible through the damp blouse fabric, and I feel tight in my leather jeans as I watch. Come on, let's drive on, before I attack you here in the parking lot - you don't just make that poor guy horny with your gymnastics" I say to her, she laughs and we continue towards our destination.

Arriving at the site we park the motorbikes, it is already busy, the most adventurous people with motorbikes of all kinds arrive.

There are a lot of bikers my age represented, but there are also much older and younger ones, across all professional areas. We stroll arm in arm across the site, look into the still empty marquee, where the preparations for the evening are already being made, a band is setting up their equipment. We draw our attention to a number of motorbikes that have been set up, selected beautiful special models and conversions that are exhibited here for awards and arouse the visitors' lively attention. We strike up conversations with other viewers of these bikes, discuss particularly interesting parts, and then stroll on to the area with the stalls selling accessories, clothes, and the smaller tents where you can get tattooed.

One of the stalls has a large selection of leather goods, I show my wife a vest made of black, soft leather and ask her if she likes it. She likes it, we bargain a little with the seller and she puts it on right away, it suits her really well, I hadn't thought how youthful and daring it looks. In the meantime it is noon, we go into the big tent and eat a little something, in the heat our hunger is limited. After that we join a crowd of people who watch as some brave people ride up and down the back wheels of their machines and perform other tricks.

It's very hot, I've taken off my leather jacket, am wearing only a black T-shirt with a wolf's head and my leather jeans, and I'm standing behind Amidala, blowing lightly on her neck, my lips brushing the delicate skin on her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, the tip of my tongue pokes cheekily into her ear and I whisper to her: I'm crazy about you".

She turns her head to me, we kiss hard. We slowly stroll on, look into the tattoo tents, and marvel at the enthusiasm with which some people here have the most unusual motifs tattooed on their skin. we'd rather not," we agree, but we look at what's happening with great interest. We walk towards the marquee again and I hug her, put my arm around her and my imagination slowly starts to create more and more horny situations in my head.

My hand wanders to the buttons of her blouse and I undo the top three so that now only two buttons close the blouse and a wonderful view is possible.

We sit down in the tent, have two beers brought to us (everyone drinks beer here, the waiter doesn't have anything else on his tray) and amuse ourselves with the stares from the waiter as he places the glasses on the table. Amidala obviously makes a strong impression on him, which is no wonder, she looks really charming in the tight jeans, the half-open blouse and the tight leather vest, which emphasizes the fact that her breasts are almost dark areolas enclosing her nipples. The mood is already very good all around, and soon the remaining seats at our table are taken. Two couples in worn leather clothes, a younger man in jeans and a T-shirt and a slightly graying motorcyclist in overalls have sat down with us, we have a lively chat about the machines, the weather, holiday tours and all sorts of things.

The first band begins to play, you have to speak louder to understand yourself. When the young man next to Amidala says something and she bends slightly towards him to understand him better, he gets stare eyes every time. She nudges me lightly, gestures subtly at him, smiles amusedly and nods in that direction to show me that he looks quite baggy. There is something in her smile that makes me really nervous, a tingling runs through my whole body.

Her hand rests on my thigh, moves up, strokes my lap and pauses briefly on the slowly swelling tail, which presses against the leather of my trousers, which Amidala can clearly feel.

I put my hand on her back, let it slowly wander down, go under the waistband of the jeans and feel the edge of a panty, far below the waistband, it must be very tight. I didn't see what underwear she was wearing this morning, I'm also happy to be surprised. It's getting dark outside and I whisper in her ear: come on, let's walk around a little longer'.

Hand in hand we walk out of the tent, in the direction of the campfires that have been lit in different places in the meantime, we sit snuggled up against one of the fires and kiss, my tongue explores every corner of her mouth, she is always aroused to kiss, even after all these years of marriage. We can hardly breathe, break away from each other, breathing heavily.

The young man from the tent sits down next to us, hands over two cans of beer and asks if we've seen his buddy in overalls. We say no, get back to talking and have a lively conversation. Logs of wood are thrown into the fire again and again, sparks fly up and around. it would be a shame about the blouse if there were a burn hole in it," says the young man and I add: ä Take it off to be on the safe side, you're still wearing your vest, it's made of leather and more resistant to sparks."

After a moment's hesitation, Amidala plucks up courage, takes off her vest, undoes the remaining buttons on her blouse and strips it from her body.

Waves of excitement run through me, my cock throbbing and pressing harder and harder against the leather of my jeans as I watch them shirtless by the campfire. She puts the vest back on and fastens the thin leather strap loosely in the eyelets. The leather only slightly covers her magnificent breasts, from the side you can see up to the nipples, which are already erect, when she leans forward. And she does that from time to time, poking at the embers with a stick, and I can tell from the looks of those around us sitting by the fire that they all notice it.

The second man from the tent now also comes to the fire, carrying a bag from which he takes cans of beer and passes them around. Amidala takes the two cans for us and passes one on to me. He also gets deep insights and can hardly take his eyes off her breasts.

She notices his nervousness, decides to tease him a little more and bends over to him, asking him which motorcycle he drives. He replies hesitantly: "an intruder,” he can hardly concentrate, he is so fascinated by the sight.

"I want to bring the blouse to our motorcycle, are you coming with me?” Amidala asks me, I nod and we say we'll be right back and walk in the direction of the parked machines. She stows the blouse in the luggage bag, I stand behind her and my hands go under her vest, stroke her breasts, feel her hard nipples. She begins to breathe harder, my hands slide further down, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding them down.

The white of the skimpy panties she's wearing underneath glows in the semidarkness of the moonlight, and my hands cup the upper edge in front, pulling it up slightly while I kiss her neck and shoulder. I pinch the leg openings together so that the fabric is narrow enough to fit the crotch completely, rubbing against her clit.

I move my hands slowly, I know how wild this feeling of being almost tied up by this strip of fabric and its movements makes it so wild. Then I also push the panties down, she leans slightly bent over the motorbike, lasciviously stretches her bottom towards me. I undo my belt, pull my jeans down and she feels my stiff cock ride up the inside of her thighs, the glans presses against the labia and I spread them apart with two fingers, pushing my cock millimeter by millimeter into the wet , hot hole. I slowly begin to thrust, holding her by the hips and pulling her tightly to me.

We breathe harder and harder, the thrusts get faster, harder and we feel the trembling of the other body as the orgasm builds up, coming with a loud moan.

We look around, still very hot, and scared Amidala whispers look, there's someone standing there" to me, indeed, diagonally opposite, a figure is leaning on a motorbike, it's the one in overalls. I didn't want to disturb you while you were shagging," he calls over to us, but I wanted to ask you to keep my wallet in your luggage bag, I easily lose it in overalls, and my plane doesn't have one". With these words he comes over to us, holding up his wallet. Amidala is still wearing the vest, I'm still wearing the T-shirt, and the motorcycle is between him and us, hiding us a bit. Well, we can do that,” Amidala answers and stretches out his hand, he gives her the wallet and has gotten so close that he can see over the machine. So I disturbed you after all” he says in a voice that is filled with excitement, I hope you are not angry with me”. I see goosebumps flying over my wife's upper arms, her body is trembling a little, she can literally feel his eyes clinging to her densely haired but short-cropped Venus mound. As if to protect himself from his eyes, she puts her hand between her legs, feeling my juice run out and she slowly begins to move her fingers imperceptibly. Look at the jumpsuit," she whispers to me, do you think the same as me?"

The jumpsuit does indeed have a large bulge, and when the man turns slightly to the side, this is clearly visible in the glow of the flickering campfire.

"You can hardly part with such a beautiful sight," he says, and turning to Amidala you can see what you have done". what do you mean done?” she asks provocatively, and continues to move her hand between her legs. That's what I mean” comes the answer, and he pulls the zipper of the jumpsuit all the way down, climbs out of it and stands naked in front of us, pointing to his tail, which is standing straight up. Amidala breathes in heavily, feels my hands gripping her hips more tightly, how my cock moves, and is captured by this strong feeling of lust and lust, which is building up more and more, just like me.

I step out of the pants that are still around my ankles and bend down, pushing the jeans and panties all the way down her legs as well. The machine still stands between us and the other, almost like a protective wall. As if in a trance, she grabs the leather strap of the waistcoat, pulls it open and lets the waistcoat fall on the floor, is now also completely naked.

"I too peel off the T-shirt. well "she says in a husky voice if I've done something I have to take care of it too, right?" and leans over the seat of the machine in his direction, grasps his cock and pulls him towards her, cupping his lips around it.

This sight turns me on so much that I penetrate deep into her again, completely filling the wet and horny grotto, which is so inviting to me, with my thick cock, which has become stiff again. My opponent also begins to move, she has to slow him down a bit so that he doesn't push his cock too deep into her mouth. The shivers of lust that flood us are getting stronger, this situation is indescribable. Loud gasping and groaning fills the air, I pull Amidala away from the motorcycle seat and lie on my back.

She lets go of the other cock, breathes come over here, and sits on top of me, taking me in deep as she does so.

She leans on my shoulder with one arm and looks up at the figure that has come to stand next to her. His cock is right in front of her face, facing her, and we notice that he's shaved, which wasn't visible before in the semi-darkness. Curiously, she grasps the shaft again with the other hand, continues to stroke his stomach, his testicles, it is a strange sight to have a very large cock so completely naked and bare in front of you. I can watch her rub it, take it back in her mouth, and it's such an awesome picture that it makes me moan loudly.

She barely moves on top of me and I push my hips up and pull them back so I can fuck her from below. Now she moves her head back again, rubs the cock harder and harder with one hand and then suddenly stops because she feels that he's about to cum, and then he squirts out of it, he kneels slightly, his cock is right in front of her chest, the juice squirts on her breasts, stomach and she rubs it on her body.

The sight of a squirting stiff cock right in front of me, the enraptured expression on my wife's face as she rubs the juice and the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal muscles put me in an unprecedented ecstasy, and I pour myself into her in such a strong orgasm, I feel while she comes too and I get wet as she gets up and leans against the bike, I get up too and we all three look at each other like we're waking up from a dream. That was the greatest thing I've ever experienced," says our counterpart, you're really great". I look into my wife's eyes, read in them a strong feeling of affection and trust, kiss her and hug her to me.

"Let's go back to the fire," I say, picking up our clothes and holding out her jeans for her to climb into. and the slip?” she asks, sees my eyes twinkle and whispers to me: aeon yes, I know”, puts it in her trouser pocket and puts the jeans on straight away, tying the vest loosely. I, too, squeezed into my leather jeans, pulled on my t-shirt and the other dutifully climbed back into his overalls.

Together we go back to the fire, are greeted by the others with loud hellos and salacious remarks, apparently we were a bit loud after all. here, something to cool down” calls the other man from the tent and hands us a few cans of beer, they are actually nice and cold.

The one in overalls sits down next to him, they talk quietly, look over at us. Amidala blushes a little because she can guess what you're talking about. With a mixture of defiance and provocation, she says to the one in overalls: ä- What is there to whisper about," and he replies only good things, of course only good things" and both come around the fire and sit down next to us.

We talk for a long time, they say that they came to this meeting together, they are members of a biker club near Austin, are here with the tent and are at a meeting for the first time. and it couldn't have started any better," says Hank, who is the older of the two.

You have now introduced yourself, the other is called Jules, is a lawyer, and Hank works in a publishing house. The circle around the fire slowly thins out, the music is still coming from the tent, the beer is gone. I'll get some supplies while there's still something left," I say, grab the bag for the beer cans and make my way to the tent. There is still plenty going on there, the mood is exuberant, it takes a moment until I get my order off and go back to our fireplace with 3 six-packs.

I'm amazed to find that almost everyone is gone, Amidala is sitting deep in conversation with our new friends, next to them only a couple is lying in the grass and is completely occupied with herself.

Read the second part: The Biker Meeting - Part 2