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Hi guys Lisa Blogging away again..
Having memories of riding on motorcycles. Over the years, dated a few guys with Harleys
love flirting and talking to gearheads and bikers. Find them very attractive.
My husband is the opposite of those boys, that is fine. Learned my lesson with the man who
lived with me before him. Adore gearheads, hate the mess they make.
OK, on to the story.
Fall of 2005 White Sox are in the playoffs and World Series. My recently divorced
friend Linda is at the house. My husband is not around maybe at a 12-hour meeting
or out of town, have no memory of where he was except he was not there at this time.
Linda found some stencils with the Sox Logo. One of us came up with the bright idea
of spray painting the Sox logo in silver on black tights. I thought it would be even sexier to
spray paint a Sox logo on one leg and just wear skirts. Is that safe? Wasn't 100 percent sure.
So, off to Target or wherever to buy black tights. Given my druthers would wear something sheer
Tights have never been my thing, nor have pantyhose but tights do not make me feel sexy.
Oh forgot to mention. much heavier back then 44 years old, size 18. Did not like how I looked
and packing myself into tights which I associate with being in dance class as thin, hot teenager at
that size did not thrill me.
Truth be told, more guys, a lot more guys hit on me as a fat girl.
So Linda figured out how to make the logo look right, she put hers on the side of
her calf. mine was on my thigh. My choice, not being a shy sort the thought
of flirtatiously pulling up my denim miniskirt to show the top of the logo kinda turned me on.
So, we walk to the local bar just to be seen, what time does the game start? We did
not even know, it was a few hours away.
We were only there a few minutes, my eyes catch someone pulling in front on a Harley.
Looked at him, he was a not a typical biker actually he looked like the antithesis, picture
a slightly balding 40ish man a cross between Ross and Chandler from "Friends".
Men like him are everywhere around here but they do not ride Harley's.
I tell Linda my plan and walk over and talk to him. He notices my legs. Did not
bother with the skirt lift. "Wanna Take Me For Ride on Your Harley?". He looks
at me "Yes, I know this wearing a miniskirt", Cmon might even make it more fun.
OK..where do you want to go? ..I have no clue what came into my mind but said
"Let's go to 7-11 and get Slurpees"
We leave, I make eye contact with Linda, let her know, not to worry.
" I am Dave, by the way" , nice to meet you Dave "My Name is Liz", all Elizabeth's
use variations on their name.
He gets on, get on behind him, straddling the seat, he revs it up and that
rumble starts, god damn, wrap my legs around him and pull myself into him.
Away we go. 5 seconds. made the choice, gonna fuck this guy, this is so
much fun, wonderful and wrong. Our marriage has some boundaries. Fucking
another man behind his back while he is at work totally unaware is cheating.
But there in the wind, straddling a Harley seat in a miniskirt, my sex drive was
winning the battle.
So, we stop and get Slurpees.
Put My hand behind his head, come here Dave, Took a uick big sip of my Slurpee
and gave him a massive liquid filled kiss. Do other girls do that? Man always act
like it is a special thrill, out of the ordinary.
We chatted a bit, told him that I really wanted him to fuck me but only
if my tights remained intact. He looked at my left hand..you are married
right? Yes, do not let that stop you honey.
Sorry, do not fuck married women.
Ok, your loss Dave. Lets go back to the the bar.
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