Biker Bar
By Pylades
pylades@hotmail.com

We were out with our husbands. Just a normal Friday night, just the two couples.  We live nearby and since Jim and Tanya are about the same age as us and have no kids like us, so it was inevitable that we would become friends. But this was no ordinary Friday in Daytona because Bike Week was in full swing and every normal bar was now a biker bar.
Mark, my husband, is always playing the biker gang this time of year; wearing his jeans and boots and leather jacket and driving a Volvo.
We decided to brave it and go to one of the seedier hangouts to shoot some pool and drink some beer. The crowd was a little different that night, bikes lined the sidewalk and when we entered we saw that there wasn't going to be much of a chance of playing; but we ordered a pitcher and gossiped about the neighborhood as we always did.
Later Tanya and I excused ourselves to go to the ladies room; the stench of urine and cheap perfume was stronger than usual. We were touching up our makeup when two women walked in right out of a biker movie. One was a chunky older brunette in a leather mini skirt and halter that tied in the middle. The other was a skinny redhead who, as my husband would say, looked rode hard and put away wet. She wore jeans and chaps with a leather vest. Tanya and I caught each other's eye in the mirror and I couldn't help but giggle, which caused Tanya to laugh out loud.
"You got a problem," it was the brunette who came over and towered over Tanya who is a wisp of a girl with a nice enough figure. She was right in Tanya's face so I couldn't really see and the redhead had begun to inch her way into my personal space. I suddenly became afraid. "We're really sorry." I started.
"Fuck that," Tanya stood up on her toes to stare down the other woman. "We're minding our business, so mind your own."
"What the hell was so funny?" the brunette meant business and was pushing her tits into Tanya's face.
"Get your saggy tits out of my face," Tanya pushed at the woman but couldn't move her.
"Maybe we should teach you trailer trash a lesson," the brunette grabbed Tanya's golden hair and although she fought like a wildcat there was nothing she could do.
The redhead grabbed me in a headlock and shoved my face into her hairy bush of an armpit. I thought I would swoon from the smell. I heard the door to the stall crash open then a whimper from Tanya. Then I felt my breast being grabbed by the redhead and was shocked to find my nipples getting hard.
I could hear a commotion from the stall and the woman's voice, "How do like these tits now, bitch."
The redhead licked my ear, her hand still squeezing my breast and my nose still buried in skanky armpit. "I think you like this," she whispered in my ear. "I bet you'd like to stick your nose in another hairy bush. If you lick my sweaty armpit, I might just help you out." With that she twisted my hardened nipple between her forefinger and thumb. I had not even tried to stop her at this point, I was so shocked and humiliated, but I tried to pull away then. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tanya's shoes sticking out from under the stall door. "That's it suck it, bitch," came from within. "Damn, that tongue of yours is good, you must suck off all the women in your little trailer park."
Just then my attention was diverted by a sudden pain in my breast and a jerk of the head, "Get that slut tongue of yours out and lick my smelly armpit." I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I stuck my tongue out and touched her bush. Both of our bodies shivered as my tongue made contact.
"Lick it all up you little whore, that's it all up," I heard a whimper from the stall, but just then two more women came through the door.
The redhead let me go and told me to get the fuck out. "But..." "Don't worry she'll be out in a minute.' Then to my utter shock she kissed me on the lips, a crushing kiss like a man, all tongue. My senses were reeling as I walked through the door and wandered for our table.
"Hey, Where's Tanya?" Jim looked a little concerned.
"She wasn't feeling well," I lied. "She'll be out in a couple minutes."
Luckily our tables were situated so that only I had a good view of the ladies door. Seconds ticked by like hours, as I waited until finally all four of the women left the restroom.
"I better go what's holding Tanya up," I practically leapt up. I hurried to the bathroom and couldn't believe my eyes, there was Tanya on hands and knees, her mascara was a mess, her shirt had been slightly torn, her belt was cinched around her throat and she had the look of a wild animal. But I kept staring at the wet stain at the crotch of her jeans.
I helped her up and her arm brushed against my nipple and I squirt my panties. My mind was not thinking right. I wanted to grab that belt and...
She washed in the sink and we made her presentable. She whimpered some but said she didn't want to talk about it. We made our way back to the table and left right after that.
On the way out, I saw the skanky redhead raise her beer as if in salute and I blushed profusely.
When we got home, I practically mauled Mark, ripping his shirt getting it off, thrusting into him as much as he was, screaming crying; but, nothing I could do would help me to come. As I lie awake that night, images of Tanya's shoes hanging out the stall, the redhead's bushy armpit and the wet spot in her jeans caused me to touch myself down there and I exploded. Tomorrow is a workday and Tanya and I will have all day. Maybe she'll tell me exactly what happened in there, or better yet, maybe she'll show me.
