My name is Tina, recently I went with a girl friend (Alison) to a biker pub in the town. We went out of curiosity and a bit of devilment. We'd heard about things that happened, true or not, we wanted to find out. We met a couple of guys who were sort of on the fringes of the gang and they seemed real nice. They had slightly fewer tattoos than many and seemed cleaner than most.
We had a few drinks with them, they told us their names were Hank and "Smithy" they seemed a little older than us, say about twenty five or six, Ali and I are both twenty. We had a good laugh and they invited us to a Biker Rally on Saturday about forty miles away. They would provide helmets for us and told us to wear jeans and if we had leather coats that would be great.
They picked us up on Saturday morning, both Ali and I had been and bought cheapish leather bomber jackets, which we wore over tee shirts and tight jeans. It was really invigorating riding along clinging to the men's backs on the big powerful motorbikes. The vibrations sent a thrill up through my body.
When we arrived at the site in a big field, we were surprised by many things. Firstly the size of the event, it was massive, with catering vans and bars, there were even a couple of mobile tattoo parlours set up in marquees. There was a stage set up on the back of two trucks parked very close together, with various Rock Bands playing all day. We were also surprised, although perhaps we shouldn't have been, by the skimpy clothes worn by some of the women. Many of the men were wearing no shirts under their jackets or waistcoats, so there was plenty of flesh on display for both sexes. "I feel positively overdressed." Ali whispered to me.
"So do I." I confided in her, "But what can we do about it?"
"We could either take off our bras or leave the bras and take off our shirts, but still wearing our jackets." Ali suggested.
"Good idea." I replied, "what colour is your bra?"
"What other colour is there but black for a biker girl?" She giggled
"Snap." I said laughing. Hank was delighted when we told him our plan as we wanted to leave our shirts in the storage on the bikes. He and Smithy decided to do the same, so we all felt like a little gang of our own.
Ali and I felt really sexy with our black bras under our open bomber jackets. and it wasn't long before we were each being walked with a possessive and protective arm around our shoulders. Leather and denim seemed to be uniform even for the girls. Some had shorts and fishnets, others had incredibly short mini skirts and bare legs. It turned out that most of the girls had leather biker trousers to wear when travelling, but got their legs out when on site. Near the stage, there was another small stage where some dancing girls were gyrating to the music. Then it was announced that there was to be a wet tee shirt competition. "Shall we watch this?" Hank asked me.
"As long as that is all you want to do." I told him. "I not entering." He assured me that it had not been his intention to suggest such a thing.
"What's up Hank?" Ali asked laughing, "don't you think she's got the tits for it?"
"What about you?" I countered.
"Maybe another time." she said.
Hank and I stood at a safe distance, but still part of the crowd as various girls, most of whom had tattoos of some description get hosed down and eventually, in the latter stages of the competition rip off their shirts. I felt Hank's hand creeping up under my jacket and hold my bare waist above my jeans. I quite liked it so I did something similar to him, although in my case I ran my hand up his back. He and I looked at each other and smiled. It felt good. I don't think Ali and Smithy were far behind us. After a while in the final of the competition, one of the finalists, undid the button at the waist of her, now drenched, shorts and unzipping them, dropped them to the floor. A roar went up as she was naked under them. The MC picked them up and threw them into the crowd, where there were grabbed and shredded in seconds. The girl laughed as if she knew what was going to happen. She then turned to her competitor and shrugged as if to say, "beat that!"
Afterwards as we strolled back towards the bikes, I noticed Ali and Smithy steal a kiss, so I turned to Hank and said "We've had a lovely day, thank you Hank." then I reached up and kissed him on the lips. He kissed me back again and asked, "would you like to do it again?"
"Yes." I replied and I kissed him again. We still had a little way to go to get to the bikes and resumed our walk. He put his hand on my bare waist again and before I knew what I was doing, I lifted his hand under my jacket and cupped it over my breast on that side. He fingered my nipple through the bra cup and I groaned with pleasure at the feeling. I was a little surprised but didn't object when he reached up my back and deftly with thumb and finger unclipped my bra. This made my boobs much more accessible, of which he took full advantage. His big hand covered my smallish breast and he caressed it and wound my nipple round and round until it was really quite hard.I I also knew that my clit was getting that way too. However I wasn't going to let him fuck me and told him so. But I did say I would give him a hand job. I could feel his erection through his leathers and wanted to get my fingers round it. I knelt down by the side of his bike and fumbled with the fastenings before he opened them for me.
A fine purple headed penis sprang out and I took it in my hand. "Don't let it spit in your eye." he joked.
Not engaging brain before speaking , I hear myself saying. "I might just let it do that." Ali and Smithy came and stood the other side of us shielding us from the bikers now leaving.
"God. Tina are you giving him a blow job?" Ali gasped, "She's got her tits out for him." she continued to no one in particular as she saw my bra gaping under my open jacket. In fact when he ejaculated I directed it to my face and got smothered for my trouble. Then for whatever reason, I took the softening prick between my lips and tasted the remains of his cum. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard, lifting my short jacket up my back and off my shoulders. My bare shoulder blades advertising the fact that I had nothing on under my jacket. But by then I was past caring.
Hank cupped my mound through my jeans. I let him do it too, it was very sexy. However when he tried to undo my jeans at the waist, I stayed his hand with mine saying, "some other time, Hank."
He respected that and we started to get ready to go home.
As they dropped us off near Ali's place, we kissed and watched them go off down the road.
"Would you go again? Ali?" I asked.
She hesitated before saying, "I've already told Smithy I will. He's going to sort out suitable dates and get in touch."
"Good." I said an walked home happy.
A few days later, I got a text, "meet me for coffee at lunchtime, Ali"
"I've got the dates." She told me when we met.
"Dates? Plural?" I asked.
"Mm. Two day event in Derbyshire in a fortnight, - camping." She said and waited for my reaction.
"Camping?"
"Uhuh. Smithy's got a four man tent with two bedrooms. He said we can have one and he and Hank will have the other."
I laughed, "Do you seriously thing that is what they have planned? It is going to be man woman, man woman, be honest, isn't it?"
"I suppose." Ali admitted, "but I didn't want to think that you were being forced into anything."
"We are going to get fucked aren't we Ali?" I said perhaps a little too loud for a town centre coffee shop.
"I hope so." She admitted.
"Right," I said, "We'd better get planning on what we are going to wear."
"Or not." she added with a grin.
"Wet tee shirts to you!" I said as I left the shop, wondering whether I would actually dare to enter such a competition. I am not over endowed in the breast department, they are there, but Ali is better proportioned, so she has more to offer in the way of exposure. During the fortnight before, Ali and I had many discussions on what the good biker chick wore on social occasions. Because my bum is "pert" I settled on adding some very tiny tight denim shorts to my wardrobe for when we got there together, with a black strappy camisole top if the weather was warm enough. Added to this would be extra layers if inclement. Ali was toying with the idea of denim too, but she was contemplating a miniskirt. I thought she was very brave, but she pointed out that she would definitely be wearing panties whereas I... had the option, - the very idea!
Smithy called me and said each of us could have one duffle bag each for everything repeat everything(!) that we needed. Wow this was going to be tight.
When we saw the bikes loaded, it seemed that even one whole duffle bag was a generous allowance. Five duffle bags, (one for food) and a tent with camping equipment made an impressive load on each bike even before we got on them. There was only just room for Ali behind Smithy, I knew her tits would get in the way sooner of later. Even I with my small frame, was snug behind Hank, I don't think either of us minded that too much.
It took us just over an hour to get to the site, riding quite fast, but I felt really safe. Both men knew how to handle their bikes and they weren't burn up boys. I was glad to get there though and Hank selected a site to pitch the tent. It seemed chaotic, but on reflection there was some order about it all. I don't want to call them gangs, but the different fraternities seemed to congregate together, although most visited other pitches during the afternoon.
The boys erected the tent whilst Ali and I decided to do something about getting the kettle on. Almost before the water boiled, the tent was up. I decided to pre-empt any awkwardness by slipping my arm through Hank's and asking "which side is ours, Hank?"