She was 5'5, had long brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you have ever seen. She rode up to the Squeeze Inn on her motorcycle, dressed in leathers, as usual. She took her helmet off, tossing her head back and forth to fluff her hair. She took her jacket off as she entered the crowded bar. All eyes were on her as she exposed her huge breasts which were barely contained beneath a skimpy cotton crop top. One could see her long nipples from clear across the room!
She slithered up to the bar among all the hi's and how are yas? from the group of people she had come to know. They were always glad to see her smiling face. Of course, most would agree that they also liked to see other parts of her too! And she never minded flaunting them. She wore skin tight jeans that accented her full, rounded butt. She always had a skimpy top on, one that made you think any minute one or both of her full, humongus breasts were going to topple out of. At least you hoped for such a moment and prayed you were there if it happened!
She ordered a Bud Light and handed a five to the bartender. He waved it off, nodding in the direction of a gentleman across the room. He got it...Fred said. Roni, as we'd come to know our sexiest friend, turned, walked over to the generous man and kissed his cheek. We could already tell this was a night we were going to be glad we frequented the Squeeze Inn. Roni had nights where she came in, talked, laughed, and then kicked that old Triumph over and sped away, leaving us all longing. But...other nights, she drank, danced, rubbed her big tits on any man near and took off with one of them on the back of her bike! Any one of us men longed to be the one. Well, I'm not sure that some of the women weren't longing for it and hadn't been whisked away a few times too.
Anyway, this night was going to be the answer to some man's prayer, I could tell. I looked over and saw Roni, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, dancing about as close to someone as was physically possible in a vertical position. Her leg was between his, her pussy rubbing his leg. He had his hands under her tiny crop top, just rubbing the shit out of her tits. Her head was back, her eyes closed. Shit, I and about every other man in the bar had hard ons just watching her.
She spent much of the evening that way. You might call her a tease except for the fact that you knew she was going to do somebody that night. Much to our dismay though, around midnight a bunch of her biker friends came in. There was about 10 of them, all dressed in colors, all looking dirty and all more than half drunk. When Roni saw them, she ran over (which is a sight you'd never want to miss) and kissed every one of them. Insane Wayne, the biggest (and baddest, I've heard), pulled her on to his lap. He sat on the stool, she was facing him and he simply lifted her shirt and kissed her pendulous tit for all to see. Every man in the bar leaned, trying to get a better look, wishing it was their lips touching that breast! Roni laughed but didn't try to hinder him in any way. She loved it.
Fred, the bartender, was a cocky little shit. You could tell by looking at him that he wanted to stop the tit show. Yet, knowing Insane Wayne as he did, he never moved a muscle. Thinking back, I believe the last man that tried to stop Wayne from doing something ended up in the hospital donning multiple casts. He was a well respected man as long as you didn't piss him off.
Roni got off Wayne's lap, danced her way to the bar, slithered between two men sitting there, smiled at the one on her left, and crawled on the lap of the man to her right. Without a word spoken, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up. She ordered another beer and again tried to give Fred her five. Again, Fred shrugged her off as the man who's lap she was on paid for her drink. Roni laughed, knowing she never had to buy a beer at the Squeeze Inn.
