i’d been going to the nearest state park for a few weeks just to get out of the house and get some sun. i still didn’t go out dressed except for having my bits taped flat and in a bra and panties. i was wearing a pink lace matching bra and pantie set with a masculine shirt and jean shorts. The day was warm, sunny with a nice breeze.

i had been reading in my usual spot when i heard the familiar rumble of Johns’ Harley-Davidson coming up the road. We’d met about month before. i was reading as usually, just trying to get away from the computer for a while and he’d been on a ride. i was at my car getting a water and i complimented his bike as he rode past. He stopped and we talked about bikes for a few minutes before he rode off. Even though i’d been dressing and learning to be feminine for almost 2 years, i didn’t think he noticed anything really untoward since i still presented masculine in public. We’d talked a few times since then but i thought that my secret was still safe.

He pulled up and got off his bike. He was about 5 inches taller than me with a gray streaking his goatee, very muscular and masculine. He pulled a cooler out of the bikes truck and walked up. Not for the first time, i noticed the huge bulge in his tight jeans. i’d fantasized about what it looked like and how it would feel in my mouth and sissy pussy. i knew that i didn’t want him to be my first though. He looked too big and i didn’t think it would be good to try anything, he was married and a biker after all. I still fantasized about it when i was riding my favorite vibe though.

“I brought some of the homemade beer that i promised you last time.” he said as he walked up.