The Old Dyke Bikers Ch. 01
By FantasizeandRealize
My name is Kayla and I am a 24-year-old accountant working for a prestigious accounting firm. I graduated from an ivy league university and moved in to a house with my boyfriend, Ken a year after we graduated. He inherited an old house in a blue-collar neighborhood from his grandmother. We chose to live in her old house, so that we could save up and pay off our huge college debts. Ken was an engineer and worked for a tech company. We were doing well and would have our debt paid off in about four years. We then planned on getting married and building a dream home.
Ken is a little nerdy but has a nice body. He is 5'8" and wiry. I am 5'6" 120 pounds of redhead fire. I have C sized breasts, a nice round ass, a tight waist, and pure white skin. Luckily, I have no freckles, and I notice men checking me out all the time. I wear the pants in our relationship and Ken spoils me to no end.
We have a good sex life. Both of us have high libidos and we have sex just about every night. Ken is an expert at eating me out. I have no problem blowing him and letting him fuck my ass when we are feeling a little naughty. We have a collection of toys and I love wearing sexy lingerie for him.
The house next door is owned by Big Jade. She is a sixty something year old big biker lady. She rides a big Harley and always has other mature lady biker friends over. They belong to a motorcycle gang called the Devil's Dolls. They party a lot. There is always Heavy Metal music emanating from the house and there are always empty beer cans and bottles littering the lawn.
I always waved when I saw her and her friends hanging out on the porch but never spoke to Big Jade or any of her friends. They all wore jeans and leather and had tons of tattoos. I didn't think I would have anything in common with them.
Ken was away for three weeks in Israel working on a project and I was home alone. Four days after he left, I arrived home from work at 5:30. I was wearing a power suit and made up to the hilt. I always love looking good at work. When I got out of the car, I noticed that Jade was sitting by herself on the porch drinking a beer. I waved to her and pulled my briefcase out of the backseat of the car.
I was walking up the steps to my house when Big Jade yelled, "Hey sweet cheeks, why don't you come over and get to know your old neighbor a little better? I notice that your man is not around. What else do you have to do anyways?"
I was going to politely tell her that I had work to do, but I was feeling a little lonely without Ken, so I yelled back, "Sure. Just let me put my briefcase away."
I unlocked my house and put my briefcase on the kitchen table and removed my blazer. It was nice out so I would be comfortable in my satin blouse and tight slacks. I left the house and walked across our yards to Big Jades house.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable." She commanded. With her presence everything seemed like a command. She was probably 5'9" and around 220 pounds. It was solid weight though. She did not look flabby. Her face and chest were weathered from years of riding in the sun but for a woman in her sixties she did not have a lot of wrinkles. I guessed that her extra weight stretched her skin out. She had short gray hair with just a little black left in it.
I sat in a rocking chair facing Jade. She got up and bent over to get a Coors Banquet beer out of a cooler that was under the window. Her ass and thighs were huge and they filled her Wranglers to the brim. They seemed solid though and her ass jutted out and did not sag. Her arms and massive tits also seemed pretty firm under the leather vest. She did have some rolls around her waist and a pretty big gut.
Big Jade opened the beer and handed it to me before sitting back down in her rocker. I could feel her eyes looking me over but she made pleasant conversation and was polite. Her language was course and she liked to swear a lot, but she was a good conversationalist. She asked me about my education, job, boyfriend and why I was living in a blue-collar neighborhood. She seemed interested, so I answered truthfully. She also told me about her life. I wasn't surprised in the least when she bragged about being a lesbian. I felt that we knew each other quite well after half an hour.
Big Jade told me that her friends were off on a three-day ride. She had some banking business that she had to take care off so she didn't go.
"Since we are both home alone, we are going to have dinner together." Big Jade announced.
I couldn't argue with her because it made sense.
"What is your favorite kind of steak?" She asked.
"New York Strip." I replied.
"Well, I don't have any here so let's jump on my hog and go get a couple." She stated, "You will love riding bitch."
"Oh, I can't." I replied, "I would be afraid."
"Nonsense!" She exclaimed, "If we crash you will be safe with a fat airbag like myself in front of you."
She had such a commanding assertive way about her that I couldn't refuse her.