Every once in a while Candy gets a wild hair and wants to 'get into some trouble', as she puts it. Friday evening we had gone out to dinner for sushi, had a martini and then a bottle of wine and she got that evil grin on her face that simply said 'time to do some flirtin' and see if I can find some strange dick'. We had an agreement that whenever she got this wild hair she would need to convince someone, male or female, to kiss her and fondle her tits. If she won I had to eat her pussy until she couldn't take it anymore, if I won she had to give me a blow job. Neither one of us felt we could lose!
We went to the Black Hammock in Oviedo which is not typically frequented by our vanilla social circle. I went in first to make sure, and finding it about half full with no one we knew texted Candy that the coast was clear, although the pickin's were somewhat slim. At one end of the bar were a couple of beefcakes that were deep in private conversation, an aging biker with gray hair and a pony tail, a couple of twenty somethings furiously texting on their phones and paying little attention to even the hot looking twenty something females at the bar.
Candy walked in the door, surveyed the room, looking for a seat at the bar. The biker gave her a second glance and then returned to his beer, neither of the beefcakes noticed and the youngsters didn't look up from their cell phones. Contrary to her typical predilection for 35+ year old men with decent biceps she headed for the seat next to the biker. Sitting across the bar I was hoping I would overhear at least some of the conversation, but could at least observe to confirm the bet, one way or the other.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked, making sure that the biker could get a good look at those perky nipples and unfettered tatas.
"Have a seat, young lady. I've been saving it for you!" he replied.
During the next 15 minutes they appeared to be deep in conversation that I could not hear. And then, out of the blue, she kissed him passionately on the lips. I'm pretty sure there was significant tongue involved because she came away with a broad smile on her face. At this point I was pretty sure I had lost the bet - bummer!
Since I was seated on the opposite side of him I gave her a smile, winked and lip-synced 'have fun', then asked for my tab. I left the bar to sit in the car so we could text back and forth. After another 15 minutes I texted her to make sure she was alright to which she replied 'you lost the bet'.
Candy came back to the car about 10 minutes later and I asked "What happened? I figured you'd be in there for a while trying to negotiate a blowjob in the parking lot."
"I would have, except he really is a biker and that's his bike near the front door. Kinda hard to get privacy for a blowjob on a motorcycle. I got his phone number. He wants to take me on a motorcycle ride tomorrow when I hope to figure out a way to seal the deal."
We both laughed as we headed home so I could pay off the bet.
Candy called Biker Bob, as he came to be known between us, the next morning and made plans to meet Bob at his house at 11:00. They were then heading out of town on his Harley to a biker bar in Daytona Beach called the Boot Hill Saloon. The saloon is known for its rowdy crowd, especially during Bike Week, and for having the best collection of unfettered biker babes that loved to show off their tatas whenever possible. I knew she would be in good company.
Since the next part of the story doesn't make sense from a third person point of view, I am going to turn the story over to Candy.
Candy's Perspective
When I got to his apartment Bob was dressed in full biker leathers. He opened the door and I placed my had on his chest and pushed him back into the living room. "My pussy is wet and I need to take up where we left off last night Bob, so you are gonna give me that hard fuck you bragged about last night."
