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Elisabeth and Me
By
Jan
When I became a widow, I chose to start a new life and moved to southern California because my old high school girlfriend, named Elisabeth, had moved to the Silver-Lake area of Los Angeles. We had enjoyed a lesbian relationship before she fled from the homophobic State of Oklahoma.
Elisabeth had encouraged me to come by train because Union Station was close to where she lived. She picked me up with a van, because I had brought with me everything I owned, in a couple of steamer trunks. When we arrived at her place I was impressed by her home. It was a split level with a large garage on street level. The living room, kitchen/dining areas were on the second floor, and the third floor was the bedrooms with a patio attached to the bedrooms overlooking the street. The view was of the Silver Lake. I had to ask why the lake was covered with plastic balls. She told me that the city covered the lake with three-inch black plastic balls to reduce evaporation and keep ducks and geese from crapping in the city water supply. When we returned to her bedroom, we embraced and fell onto the bed.
It took several days for me to get settled in. I had sent my resume to several businesses and movie studios. I was contacted by a few of them, I made appointments for interviews. Some were perfunctory and a waste of time, but when I met the personnel manager for Universal Studios, I sold myself and was hired at a good salary to work in the accounting office, because the Studio was just over the Santa Monica hills from Elizabeth's home. It took me a couple of months to become comfortable with the job.
Elizabeth was having a great time showing me all around southern California. We visited all-of the normal tourist attractions: from Hollywood, Malibu, Disneyland, and she drove us up Angeles Crest Highway to have a look at the cities below from Mt Wilson. The interesting thing was she not only had a car in the garage there was a Harley Davidson motorcycle. She told me that she belonged to a Ladies Biker's Club. She took me to a club meeting and introduced me to the club members.
At first, I was intimidated by the women in the club. The club president was a tall woman, named Dawn, that looked almost like a male blue-collar worker, her hair was cut short and no makeup with a square jaw. She was wearing blue denim work shirts, blue jeans, thick soled boots, black chaps, a black leather vest with an emblem on the back depicting a big woman riding what was identified to me as a chopper motorcycle with the words 'Sine Dolore' (Latin for without regret) over the emblem and the words 'Los Angeles Chapter' under the emblem. She also wore a typical black leather motorcycle jacket. All her leathers showed distress from years of use. She made a very intimidating looking image. If it weren't for the massive breast under her clothes she could almost pass for a man. I was impressed by the other women because they were so comfortable with their lesbianism. They talked openly about who and what they wanted to do to each other.
There were always at least twenty-five members present at the meeting, but I didn't know how many there were. Many of the members looked like the president. But some of them looked very feminine and pretty, even in black leather. There was one that really drew my attention.
She was called Cookie. She was a Mexican-American that was very pretty. She was no more than five-feet two-inches tall and no more than a hundred pounds. Her wavy dark brown hair had a red tent, and was very full. She must have been at least forty plus years old, but pretty enough to be a cover girl. I found it interesting that she rode an old three-wheel meter maids Harley behind the big saddle was a lacquered square flat bed with oak rails instead of the typical metal box. I asked Elisabeth to tell me about her.
Elizabeth explained to me that she was a professional stunt girl. She performed dangerous stunts in movies and TV shows for actresses. She was paid well for crashing cars, riding horses, and falling from great heights. She told me that she has found that old 1940's meter maid's bike a junkpile and replaced the old 45 cubic inch leaky flathead with a modern EVO engine, and removed the metal box and replaced it with a polished oak stake bed. She had a lot of the metal work chromed. (At that time her description of the bike was lost on me.) Cookie had a young blonde that rode bitch with her on that huge reupholstered stock saddle. The girl looked like an underage teenager, and their relationship fascinated me.
Elizabeth encouraged me to join the club. She planned for me to take lessons from a school called Iron Horse. I learned that everything I would have thought logical was completely wrong. When I felt almost adequate at controlling a bike, I let Elisabeth, tell me to buy my own bike.
Elisabeth took me to the Glendale Harley Davidson Dealership so that I could look at a virility of bikes. That dealership caters to the Hollywood crowd. Lorenzo Lamas bought the springer bike he used in the TV series Renegade from them. Some of the other celebrities that frequent the dealership are: Larry Hagman, Peter Fonda, and Jay Lino. They often act as Grand Marshalls for the annual Love Ride. While I was shopping for a bike, I was thinking of a sportster but Elizabeth explained to me that the best bike for a woman is a Dyna Low Rider, because the saddle is only 25-inches off the ground. She explained that even though Harleys are 657-pound vibrators, the rubber mounted motors reduce the amount of vibration, and the Hight of saddle is ideal for short women's legs. So, Elizabeth helped me select a blue one. She pointed out all stock Harleys come with black powder coated frames. Only the tanks, finders, and oil tanks are painted different colors. The one she selected for me had been rebuilt from the ground up and the frame had been powder coated to match the light blue and cream colors of a 1950's Harley and a lot of chrome had replaced stock bright work. It also had leather saddle bags, and the dealership gave me a Department of Transportation (DOT) approved helmet.
Elizabeth insisted that I should buy my leathers from a leather shop in the valley because they would be custom made for me and cheaper than Harley labeled leathers. She helped me distress my new leather so that I wouldn't look like a new-be. The chaps and jacket had a leather fringe, so we strung colorful glass beads on the fringe to give the leather a feminine look. The leather shop sewed my club patches on my vest for free and. I bought from the three-chrome leash like chains that were 8- inches long with nickel snaps to attach to the vest. That way I could wear the vest over the jacket when I wanted to do so.
I went on a few club rides that taught me how to ride with a group. They were pretty-long rides that would take us to interesting locations. The first long ride was to Sea World in San Diego. Another one ended at a rural bar that catered to lesbians. While another ride ended at a nudist resort that welcomed our lesbian club.
Elisabeth and I even grew bold enough to go on a couple of club rides only wearing the chaps and vest under our jackets. That meant that on the ride to our destinations our cunts and butts were fully exposed. When we arrived at our destinations and removed our helmets and jackets Our breasts were easily seen because we both had three chains that were one-8-inches-long with nickels capping the snaps attached to both sides of the vests. The weight of the chains was enough to hold the vest against our bodies, but our bellies were visible, and when we moved our tits would be exposed.to anyone interested enough to look, as well as our butts and hairy cunts. Our little exobiotic displays in public would turn us on so much that we would kneel before each other and eat pussy and rim each other's asshole in front of club members.
When the club planned to go to the Love Ride, sponsored by Glendale Harley Davison, Elisabeth and I made the ride without leather on. But the ride is from the dealership to Castaic Lake on Interstate 5 in November. Twenty-five thousand riders assemble in front of the dealership before the sun comes up. It is cold so we wear breakaway sweatpants and sweaters, to protect us from the cold before the ride begins. Elisabeth and I pulled the sweats off and put them in saddlebags before we were ushered onto the freeway by the California Highway Patrol. There are so many riders that it takes hours for all the bikes to get to the lake. It is two continuous lines of lowered bikes from the dealership to the lake in the middle lane of the 5-Freeway. A lot of the people in the cars are terrified driving on either side of a long line of Harleys, but the kids are thrilled by all-of the noisy colorful bikes. People Park on the overpasses and stand at the fences watching the bike lass under them.
When the bikes get to the lake, they mill around looking for a place to park. They are only moving about five mile an hour around the parking lots and grassy mounds looking for a place to park. The weekend rides are revving their motors to make a lot of noise but all that does is over heat their engines. When they turn off their motors the engines make pinging noises because the oil is overheated and you can smell the frying oil.
We traveled around the party with the club. We enjoyed the looks we got when people realized that our butt and crotches were fully exposed. We checked out the vendors selling stuff and ate the food, drank beer, and watched the musical performances. We knew very well that the Highway Patrol would be weighting near the freeway onramps to stop every biker they suspected of being drunk or were speeding or not wearing helmets and eye protection. Our club made sure none of our members over drank. When the party was ending it was getting cold again, so Elisabeth and I put back on the sweats before We headed home. We left in groups of fours or fives because we were less likely to be stopped.
Elizabeth was well-aware of how much I was enamored with Cookie, so she invited her to bring her girlfriend home with us for dinner.
When we arrived home, there was plenty of room in the garage for the three bikes. We went upstairs and we showed Cookie and her blonde girlfriend our home. We opened a bottle of wine and we enjoyed the view of Silver Lake from the patio over the garage. When the chilly night air drove us back into the house, we enjoyed the warmth of the forced air heater. Cookie took me by the hand and led me to the couch and as she sat down next to me, she tucked her left leg under her right leg allowing her to turn her body towards me and she took me into her arms and kissed me. She covered my mouth with hers and pressed her cheek against my nose and sucked the air out of my lungs. When I began to struggle to breathe, she filled my lungs with her lungs. She did that to me until I was becoming dizzy. When she ended the kiss, she proceeded to remove my leathers including my custom black cowboy boots. When I was totally naked, she ran her hands all over my body, like someone looking for flaws on something a person was about to buy. I must have pleased her, because she began licking and kissing me from my toes to my face.
She stopped long enough to remove her own boots and stood up to peel off her leathers and the jeans and sweater. I thought she looked absolutely-adorable in her lacy lavender bra and hip hugger panties. Her caramel brown skin tone was flawless. Her measurements were 36-D- 20-38. Her legs were those of a dancer. When she reached behind her back to unhook the bra and removed it, I fell in love with her tits. They were perfection and the areolas were the size of silver dollars and they and her nipples were the color milk chocolate. My mouth watered because I wanted to suck on her tits. As she began pulling down her panties, I looked over at the chair where Elizabeth was sitting with Cookie's girlfriend sitting on her lap.
The girl's name was Victoria but went by Vicki. Everything about her cried jailbait. She was a petite girl that had an angelic face and golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. No one would ever suspect just looking at her that he was a horny little bitch. Her breasts were barley a C-cup. Physically she looked like a 12-year-old but the blonde bush gave testimony to the fact that she was at least a teenager. Elisabethe was kissing her and finger fucking her. When I returned my attention to Cookie she was stepping out of her panties.
I was captivated by the sight of Cookie's crotch. Her pubic patch was trimmed to a narrow strip above her vagina opening and her labia minora protruded out of the opening of her labia major and was the same milk chocolate color of her areolas. As she lifted her leg to step out of the panties her vagina opened to expose her clitoris. It was about the size of the first joint of my little finger. I was jolted out of my trance of looking at her crotch, when she used her index finger to wipe her wet opening and waved her finger under my nose.
She moved close until her shins were pressed against the couch, and she placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my face against her moist humid crotch. I let out a moan and proceeded to lick her cunt like a hungry animal. When she was approaching her orgasm, she placed both hands on the back of my head and smashed my nose against her warm moist cunt and when she had an orgasm, she squirted her fluid her bodily fluid into my mouth. When she stepped back Viki got off Elizabth's lap and came over and licked my face clean. Elizabeth joined us and while Cookie ate my pussy Vicki sat on my face. Elizabeth took it upon herself to rim Cookie's asshole. I had never had so much fun as I did that night.
I was horny as hell when I went to work the next day. It was hard keeping my mind on my work. Close to noon my phone rang and when I answered the phone I was surprised to hear the voice of the club president. She wanted to invite me to dinner after work. I told her that I would have to call Elizabeth because she might have something planned, and I would call her back.
I called Elizabeth right away and told her that the club president wanted to take me to dinner. Elixabeth chuckled: "Marcie wants to fuck you! Would you like to get fucked by a big strap-on dildo?"
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all Marcie and I are old friends. If you want to have dinner with her, t bs fine with me."
I was a little disappointed that Elizabeth wasn't a little jealous of me going out with Marcie. So, I called Marcie back and told her that I would love to have dinner with her.
When quitting time arrived, I had a few things to do before leaving the office. Normally, Elezabeth would meet me in front of the office in her car. When I stepped out of the main entrance I looked to see if Marcie was in one of the cars parked at the curb, but I didn't see her in any of the cars. I was starting to get concerned that she wasn't going to show up, and I would have to call Elizabeth. Then I heard the distinctive roar of the loping sound of a Harley Davidson motorcycle in the distance coming up the road towards Gate 3. As the bike came into view there was no doubt that it was Dawn. As she rolled up in front of the gate the security guard gave her a look and looked puzzled as I stepped up on the buddy peg and hiked up my knee length tight skirt around my waist and I placed my left foot on the other peg and sat down on the little rectangle Bitch pad on the rear finger and leaned back against sissy bars, Dawn handed me a peanut helmet, and while I was buckling the chin strap, she whipped the bike around and roared up the road.
She asked: "Is there a place you would prefer to have dinner at?"
"I don't know the area well yet! I'm open to anything you have in mind!"
Dawn was an aggressive rider and we weaved through the traffic and hopped onto the 101 Freeway back over the hill to Hollywood Blvd. She pulled into an ally behind the buildings on Highland Ave. and parked behind what was obviously a restaurant. We entered the back door of what turned out to an Egyptian restaurant.
We were ushered to pillows against a wall that we had to sit cross- legged behind a low table. She ordered drinks and she ordered an Egyptian lamb dish. When the food was served, she told me that in the middle east the left hand is not used while eating. It was a struggle for me not to use the left hand, but I managed. During the meal there was a four-piece combo playing middle-eastern music. I looked around the room and noticed the patrons were couples, but the couples were men with men and women with women. I also noticed that they openly embraced each other and even kissed. As the dishes were cleared away the floor show began.
A woman that looked to be in her mid-forties started dancing to the music. Around her waist was attached what looked like overlapping brass coins and coins around her ankles. The skirt under the coins lightweight yellow and orange almost see thru and the halter top just managed to cover her areolas. She was performing a dance and she moved her body in an erotic dance that the tinkle of the coins on her body were adding rhythm to the music. Looking at her you would think she was a little flabby but as the dance became more erotic, she crested wrinkle in her upper belly and making a rolling wrinkle under the first one was able grip the coin by the second wrinkle and the first wrinkle diapered a third wrinkle appeared to grasp the coin. By doing this she was able to continue her erotic undulating dance she was able to walk the brass coin up and down her belly from just under her breasts to below her belly button. The heavy coins and skirt rode so low that she obviously shaved her pubic area. She moved around the dance floor to spend a little time in front of every table. She obviously preferred to show off in front of the tables occupied by women. At the conclusion of several dances, she was sweating profusely. No amount of perfume could cover up the smell of body odor.
As she disappeared from the room another girl appeared to continue dancing. This girl was younger and better looking and her costume was even more revealing. As she danced in front of each table her gyrations revealed glimpses of her areolas, the gash of her vagina, and her brown ringed asshole. I was sure the food administration would never approve of the exposure of sex organs in an establishment serving food, but it was very sexy. I was getting turned on.
The first dancer reappeared in a fresh costume and her body was dry. She either already knew Dawn or she had an affinity for dykes because she came straight to our table and joined us. She wanted to know what the two of us did for a living. Dawn admitted to owning a Peterbilt 379 semi big rig. She told her that she delivered milk from the central valley to the bottling plants in the LA and San Diego areas. The dancer coyly mentioned how much she would like to ride in a big truck. Dawn couldn't help getting a big smile from her obvious flirtatious comment. She even said: "Give me your number and the next time I'm coming through here on my way to San Diego I will give you a call.
Then she looked at me and said: "Forgive my rudeness, I didn't mean to buy in and interrupt your date?"
"Don't worry about it! Dawn and I are just friends. She asked me to dinner and brought me here obviously with the intention of bedding me later. Only I intent to fuck her brands out first!"
Down almost choked on her gin and tonic. When she recovered, she said: "Why are we wasting time here?" Dawn paid the bill and pocketed the dancer's number. We exited the back door. when she fired up the bike the neighbors all the way to Hollywood Blvd. must have heard the bike. We pulled into Dawn's home. She drove the bike into the back and parked the bike under the patio awning and we entered her home through the back door. She offered me a drink and I simply wanted water and to use her bathroom to empty my bladder.
When I joined her in the cozy little living room, we sat together on ger couch. She had removed her jacket, vest, and chaps. She is wearing her blue adenium work shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. She is such an imposing figure of a woman. Her big body sits so much higher than me. I felt like a child sitting next to her. She took me into her arms and leaned me against the back of the couch and kissed me for a long time. We were smelling each other's breath and she stuck her thick tongue into my mouth. While she was kissing me, she was feeling me up. When she ended the kiss, she stood up and pulled me to my feet. She led me into her bedroom and while I studied what her bedroom looked like; she started undressing me.
Her bedroom wasn't that large but it was a feminine appointed in pastel lavender. Dawn carefully removed my business suit and placed it carefully on the hope chest at the foot of the bed. When I was completely naked, she carefully placed me on her bed after she had pulled the bedding and sheet down to the foot of the bed. After I was laying on the middle of the bed with my head resting on a couple of pillows, she began removing the rest of her clothes. She sat on a dressing chair to remove her boots and socks. Then she sat up and unbuttoned the work shirt and stood up to unbutton the jeans and peel them down her thick legs. With the removal of those items, she was standing there with only a huge bra struggling to hold up her massive G sized breasts and cotton white panties with the moist stained crotch. When she removed the bra, her tit reached her waist and swung when she moved. Her mauve areolas were the size of a tea cup saucer and the nipples were large as well. When she pulled the panties down, they fell to the floor around her feet and she stepped out of them as she approached the bed.
I couldn't take my eyes off those swinging tits and the triangle of dark pubic hair wedged between her thick legs. As she mounted the bed, I could smell the leather still clinging to her body. When she hovered over my body to kiss me, her warm heavy breasts covered my body. She used her strong hands to kneaed my flesh like a Swedish Masseur. I was so relaxed that I was almost ready to go to sleep, until she claimed my right nipple with her mouth and started massaging my crotch. She masturbated me until I had an orgasm before she reached for the drawer of her nightstand and retrieved a strapless dildo.
She got on her knees and moved down between my legs and started licking my cunt until I was sopping wet before she rubbed that latex rubber penal replica was covered with my bodily fluids. before she stuck her bulbus end into her own vagina before she mounted me and fucked me like sailor that hadn't seen a woman in nine months. When I had my orgasm, I passed out for a moment and when I woke up my legs were jerking like I was receiving an electrical shock. There was nothing left to do but do my best to make Dawn cum as strong as I just received.
I pulled the strapless dildo out of Dawn's vagina and proceeded to eat her puss. At first I got a slight taste of the rubber dildo. That was quickly replaced by the taste of her meaty pussy. When Dawn had her orgasm she wrapped her thick thighs around my head and almost smothered me. When we were finished, we bathed together and we got dressed and Dawn rode me home to Elizabeth's home.
One the word got around at the studio that I was a lesbian biker I drew a lot of attention. Women were wanting to have lunch with me to find out what it was
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