[ModelT-MsDollie]

Like before,simple bondage games happened again occasionally by accident. I’d almost forgotten the biker bondage adventures back in 1967. Not much, or wild. But after all, it is the only biker bondage game we have.

THE BIKER PARTY

---On my way home from work, I stopped at the local Burger Barn and picked up a bag of sandwiches for supper. I’d owned my old Harley Hydra Glide a couple of years by then. Bought it and a nearly new black Mustang fastback in 1965. So I’m guessing this was 1967, making me 28.
---1949 or 50 was the first year for hydraulic forks and the early 50's the last of a few with tank shift. Some said my 1950 was among the last but we've seen others newer. The confusing part is that's about when many converted theirs to foot shifters. That big chrome ball on the shiny shifter bracket on a coal black tank showed up and attracted many. This was a 74 CI Panhead type engine. Bone stock black motorcycle, wide white wall tires, black leather bags with shiny metal buckles and leather tassels, plus a large blue tinted windshield. Not cool by today’s standards.
--- In cold weather I wore a full helmet with a blue bubble shield to protect my eyes from watering. But when nice out we neither wore helmets. I’d called Dollie from work so she knew I was bringing supper from the little town where I worked 12 miles away. A couple, my age, walked over to look at my old bike. They’d both gotten off late model Sportster’s. He looked like a wrestler, black leather sleeveless bike vest, arms like a weight lifter. Her, maybe six feet tall, slender, filling out her tight fittin jeans in the right places, blonde, pretty face, wearing a man’s ribbed undershirt. Back then I don’t remember women’s tank tops. A lot of gals went braless wearing those thin scooped neck undershirts. The ribbing was very narrow and seemed transparent between the ribs. Well tanned and braless, she almost appeared topless in the sun.
---I may have been looking closely as we talked about my bike. He asked “ ya like those titties huh?” I said YES! From the side they didn’t really stick out a lot from her slim shapely body. But from the front they appeared like two nice sized turtle shells, filling out that ribbed undershirt quiet well. The guy told me he was Ron and her name is Rhonda, handing me a business card. He asked if I had a wife or girlfriend. After answering he said bring her out to our clubhouse this Saturday to party. Food, beer, and boobs are $10 to our guests. Rhonda and some of the other gals will be topless and you can stare at them all ya want. By the way, if your wife goes topless, everything is free.
---Ron went on to ask some personal questions. Like, do you guys swap partners or get into bondage? I told him we have some friends down south we mess around with but my wife doesn’t do bondage or swapping. Either him or Rhonda said only a few of their friends mess around and not many even go topless. The rest just watch. We don’t really care. Just bring your wife and come on out. He scribbled directions on a napkin and I stuffed it in my work pants.
---Several days later, Friday, Dollie handed me the napkin with the directions on it. I told her about Rhonda and Ron. Dollie has always been crazy about bike events and parties. Especially when I mentioned the free and topless part. Seems like it was raining Friday evening and all night. But the weather was warm. Might have been sprinkling Saturday morning but she was beggin me to go to the biker party. She put on one of her low button front tops and short shorts and I wore a tee shirt and shorts. We didn’t care if those got wet. We had half helmets. Hers protected her hair and with my blue bubble shield snapped on, we were ready to ride approximately 25 miles to the biker club.
----The rain was coming down pretty good when we arrived. Still there must have been 25-30 bikes there. More came later. I got teased about our clothes and the factory stock old Harley. But mostly they told us we were real bikers for coming out. We were treated like royalty or old friends. As Rhonda and Ron promised, there was plenty of food, beer, and boobs.
----Rhonda looked a lot different without that tight men’s undershirt. Obviously it was very tight. Her bare titties were now sticking out and lifted upward. Again Ron noticed I was staring. He said something like “told ya you’d like the view.” By then Dollie’s mostly unbuttoned wet blouse wasn’t covering much. She removed it and put it in one of the saddle bags. Her and Rhonda seemed to have the largest boobs in the bunch. But there were many I enjoyed watching as we partied and boobies bounced.
---Whatever we ate we had plenty. But we nursed only a couple of beers, even though more seemed to keep coming. Bikers were wandering throughout the clubhouse fondling every bare boob they saw, including Dollie’s. A group of guys carried one of the well endowed topless gals over to the only pool table, removed her shorts, and tied her with leather straps spread out for everyone to see. No panties. One at a time, several bikers had sex with her, as others played with her boobs.
---After they released the first gal, a few others volunteered to take her place. What we did notice was no one seemed to be forced and only the girl's partner and maybe a guy they'd swapped with had sex with them or anyone else. It wasn’t long before other bikers were fucking on tables, chairs, even the floor. A few gals were tied to chairs as bikers fingered and fondled them. I remember us being asked several times to swap or if me or Dollie wanted to fuck. Apparently Ron had told others we weren’t into bondage or Dollie into intercourse with others. When a few got a little pushy Ron or another friend of his lead the guys away and told them to lay off.
-------All in all, it was a fun evening. Dollie got her boobys fondled and I got my share of touchy feely too. Yes, Rhonda’s titties really were semi-firm. When squeezed or pushed inward, they’d bounce right back out.
---In time the place was crowded, noisy, getting wild, and smoky. We enjoyed the rock-n-roll and country bands, watching others sing and dance. It got late. We thanked a few and left.