It all started when she came to my home to see Joan, my wife and her daughter. I was doing up some pork ribs and she stayed awhile and had some with me. I guess I kept an eye on what she thought were her boobs but, actually, my eyes were on her silver oval style glasses which were using her boobs as a shelf as they hung from a nice glass beaded neck chain.
She asked me why I was looking at her boobs and I told her I wasn’t.
She chortled, “You’re not?”
I said, "I like the way the light sparkles in your glasses as they lay across your boobs. I know she liked that.
Shortly after that, I went to her house and we took a nice bike ride. After the ride we went to the doughnut joint and, from a lacy silky bra, she produced her pair of silver ovals. She lifted the neck chain over her head and handed me her glasses, asking me to clean them as they were all steamed up. Those glasses were so not ready to be looked through and I really liked it that she wanted me to clean them for her. I used a bikers bandanna and had those silver ovals truly sparkling and I have enjoyed doing that many times since that day.
~~~~~ One year later ~~~~~
I had really been hankering for a ride up to North Carolina to see my sister Anne. She is a lot like Andrea and I wanted to take Andrea to meet her. I hadn’t seen Anne for a while and figured it was a good time to visit her. I penciled out a route and, knowing we would need at least one night with good sleep, I made a reservation for a small log cabin. We would need bedrolls and so we got our stuff together and headed north.
We were halfway through Georgia when we put up for the night. We had really enjoyed the ride and close to the campground we found a BBQ joint and went in for our supper.
“Ray," said Andrea. "Want me to get funky with my patent black fuck-me pumps?”
“The heels with the ankle straps? You brought them with you?” My cock twitched.
“Well yes, those and a few pairs of half-glasses. You need to see a shrink, and I am her. You need another fetish and I’m thinking bondage. Do you like that idea?”
“That's worth getting tied up for."
I went through that plate of food like I hadn’t eaten in a week. Biking will make you hungry but I was starving for some good old kinky sex. So I paid and we left the BBQ joint. Since there was still some daylight, I decided to gas up the bike to save time in the morning when we’d hit the Waffle house for breakfast.
The temperature had dropped twenty degrees while we were eating supper but that little log cabin was warm and cozy. We put the sleeping bags on the bed and Andrea was wearing her hot red patent heels when I came out of the bathroom.
“You all right?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You were in there a while.”
“I had a biker magazine.”
“Well, the shrink just called; can’t make it tonight, so it’s just Ray and Andrea.”
We got up on the bed and Andrea used a skinny red belt from one of her skirts to tie my hands behind my back. She had her black half-square glasses on the end of her nose and the beads of her neck chain swayed gently as she rubbed her sexy patent black heels all over my cock and balls.
“So, you really like a bit of the kinky sex, huh Ray?”
“Sure, it’s not like we’re trying to make rug rats.”
"I like it too but more because you do," Andrea said with a warm smile .
"I think half of the fun of sex is experimenting, like trying a bigger carburetor on a Sporty 1200 like the Shorty with an S&S air cleaner as compared to stock."
Andrea's gold ovals hung across her 42D-cup boobs and they looked so fetching.