Nate and Connie - Sex Stories

Nate and Connie

... glasses spotless? I remember when you used to visit me, after you left, I found every pair of my glasses were spotless smudge free and sparkling." She showed me a very nice selection of eyeglass chains made with glass beads,and strung on wire with good findings for the ends so I bought a few neck chains. The next Saturday I took another great ride and when I got hungry and needed a cold beer, I rode to the bikers hangout. I had those three nice beaded neck chains for that hot looking barmaid. I think she will really like these. She saw me and came over. "Hi Nate, Thanks so much for that nice tip." I knew she really appreciated an eight dollar tip for a sixteen dollar order of beers and onion rings. "Your welcome Connie, I have something for you I think you'll like. "Oh and what could that be?" she asked with a mysterious voice. I pulled the chains out of my pocket and gave them to her. Connie had no idea what was wrapped in a soft purple cloth auntie had put them in. "Oh Nate, thanks so much! the pairs of glasses I have lost over the years but these are the best pair I ever had and thanks to you, I know I won't lose them." She put the chain on her glasses and had them hang across her lovely breasts which looked like forty four D's.She wrapped the other chains up and put them in her purse. "Oh Connie, they look so nice hanging across you like that." "Thank you Nate, this is so thoughtful, I did see you ride in, but didn't get a good look at your ride." Connie seems to know ...

... how bikers talk, I thought to myself as many bikers call their bike, their ride. "It's the black Low Rider with the helmet hanging off the clutch lever." "So Nate, you don't have a biker chic?" "No, I don't have a biker chick, do you ride Connie?" "I used to but the guy got too weird, he liked to 'lane split' and with cars and trucks flying by within a foot on either side of the handlebars, that was too crazy for me, even though it's legal in California." "Tell ya what Connie, that's to damn crazy for me too, and I'd stay outa California." "Well, I finish at ten, would you like to follow me back to my place? We could have some coffee." "Sure Connie, that sounds very nice." Just as Connie said, she was off work at ten and I followed her back to her place. I was happy to see a Baldwin grand piano in Connie's living room.While she was getting the coffee going I started to play Dylan's 'To Ramona.' I had assumed Connie knew how to play but she was just learning, her Mom had moved across the country and since her daughter expressed an interest in piano, her Mom left it to her. Connie was smiling as she carried a tray with coffee and doughnuts "I didn't know you play piano, Nate" "Well, I did not mention it over at the bikers hangout but I have have been playing for for a while." "A biker that plays piano, I like that," said Connie. "Want to hear some classical?" "You like classical?" "Actually I learned piano to play the classics, Chopin's nocturne and etudes, Beethoven's Moonlight ...