We had attended the rally every year I could remember - it was something of a pilgrimage for locals and tourists alike. The squads of bikers rolling down the highways never scared me like it did my family. I remember my grandmother telling me how Hells Angels surrounded her car one time and "terrorized her" until finagling riding off. I never believed it. I knew that most bikers were really lawyers, dentists, and more enjoying time off of their "normal" lives. But I also knew they got rowdy and they were the most scandalous thing in the area. Which meant bikers made their way into my very first sexual fantasies. What I've written so far is true. The rest is the first fantasy I remember masturbating to.
I knew I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't help it. All I had heard growing up was that I should avoid these people like my life depended on it. But here I was, exploring the motorcycle rally solo. I wasn't ready to wear the barely-there outfits I saw around me, but I made a point to wear a leather vest with nothing underneath and a matching leather miniskirt. Unfortunately, my big tits didn't allow for a lot of modesty with my outfit even if I was considerably more covered than the rest of the people at the campground. Rally campgrounds were notorious - no rules, just respect each other. I laughed to myself as that thought went through my head as I walked past a bucking penis (ala a mechanical bucking bull) where two girls were riding it and trying to stay mounted. And I tried not to notice the vulgar things being yelled at them - or them men that were brushing a little too close to me.
Each night the concerts had a performance and the concert was amazing. I was running on a high from the show, not to mention pretty tipsy, as I ventured into the camping area again. I felt myself getting turned on as I walked around and saw the open craziness. People smoking pot, lounging with tits out, and other things I had never seen. I noticed the tall, muscular man that I had been next to at the concert. Of course we connected in that strangers-in-solidarity way you do at concerts with people you don't know that you have a good time next to. So as he gave me a head jerk to invite me to his area, I figured it couldn't hurt. He quickly introduced me to his friends and a shiver went down my spine as I realized they were almost all men - maybe 2 or 3 women besides me. But I realized it wasn't a trepidatious shiver because it didn't end at my spine - it went strait to my increasingly wet pussy and made it start throbbing.