The last Bike rally in Southern Indiana holds quite a few memories as well as mixed emotions for me this year.
After arriving and getting all checked in and registered we rode toward the back area of the rally.
We finally worked our way through the hordes of partiers and finally found a place to leave our Harleys. We walked around soaking up the sights and having a few beers and before long I was feeling pretty good and enjoying watching the diverse crowd of people strutting their stuff in the various stages of undress (some completely and unashamedly naked).
We wandered all over the backside of the rally and saw stuff I had never seen in my lifetime.
I was feeling a little frisky and jokingly told my husband that I should take off my pants and strut my stuff in a thong and chaps. He told me if I wanted to do it then go for it.
Failing to wear anything under my Harley Davidson jeans I went in search of a thong at the numerous merchandisers under the big tent by the band stage.
After finding one that would fit (size5) and was the right shade of light pink I carried it around in my pocket trying to muster the courage to expose my butt in public for everyone to see. After a few more beers I decided it was now or never so I told my husband that I needed to find a place to change into my thong. He told me to go back away from the crowd a little bit by the tree line separating the main area from the back forty. I worked my way toward the tree line weaving between the tents, bikes and partiers. When I reached the area I had chosen to change out of my jeans into my thong I scanned the area around to ensure I was as secluded from the revelers as possible. Also checking that my husband hadn't followed me to jump up and scare me like he usually always does. After taking off my boots and chaps I undid my jeans and pulled them down over my hips exposing myself completely for the world to see. The cool night summer breeze blew across my bare backside and neatly trimmed pussy and the anticipation of what I was about to do made me feel a little wicked and at the same time a little moist. I slipped the newly purchased thong on and made sure it fit and looked the way I desired. Next I put my chaps back on and then moved onto my boots. While bent over re-snapping my chaps around my boots I felt someone's right arm around my waist and a face pressed into my hair. I let out a little gasp and to this I heard the reply of Shhh.
I then felt his left hand reach up under my Harley shirt and begin to fondle my breasts and my nipples became instantly erect. I reached back to find that my husband had already exposed himself and was hard as a rock. I gripped him with my left hand and thought he seemed a little thicker than usual but I just wrote it off to the alcohol and level of excitement I was experiencing. His cock was very hot in my hand and I swore I could feel the blood coursing through the veins in his dick.
I slowly guided his throbbing cock past the thin strip of thong material and into my already moist pussy. He pressed his body even closer into mine and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. Then he started to stoke ever so slowly in and out of me from the very tip of his penis to the point his pelvis ground into my ass. I ground back against his every thrust, which caused our excitement and tempo to increase until it reached a feverish pitch.