Welcome to the
Love and Limousines Chain Story
. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be.
I hope you will enjoy the individual stories and let us know what you think of the hot stories.
SexSweetheart
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It was a typical day at Love Limo's; the chauffeurs were in the break room waiting for their assignments. They sat around chatting, reading, playing cards {such as, hearts, poker, solitaire}, and enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There were always plenty of things to munch on as well.
The more experienced drivers had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the strange things that had happened in the back seats of their limos. The stories were the usual, told over and over again by drivers.
The chauffeurs even had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Each story teller tried to outdo the others with the outrageous nature of their experiences, whether real or pure fiction. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, and men with their girlfriends or the reverse.
It was driver Ariel's turn to tell her story about the adventure in the backseat.
All eyes turned to take in the lovely woman, Ariel, who was thirty-five years old. She hid her slightly shy, self-protective and reserved nature with mannerisms which many mistook as being boisterous and overbearing. She stood five foot five in her stocking feet, plus she had generous sized breasts with a nice hourglass shape and a bit of extra padding, but all in the right places.
Ariel's beauty was enhanced by her long blonde hair which framed her fair skinned complexion. Her locks were naturally very straight and thin, which she hated with a passion. Every six months she would renew her perm to keep her hair curly, wavy, full, and bouncy. She always thought she looked better after refreshing her perm and having her curls highlighted with a lighter shade of blonde. Once her hair looked good to her, she felt better and walked with a bouncy step.
Her eyes were a sexy shade of azure blue with long curled eyelashes on which she used brown-black or blue mascara. She wore light shades of blue, brown, green, or purple shadows, with a hint of bone or gold overtop and a touch of pink or a light reddish-tan blush. Sometimes she would use a gold or silver glitter over her eyes and cheeks to make them sparkle in the light. Her lips shined with a frosty pink lipstick. The shades of her lipstick varied from a very light to a dark pink. When she smiled, it could light up the room because her smile was gorgeously bright and wide. It would show her slightly crooked teeth.
Her slacks, skirts, or split skirts were usually black, brown, or navy, with an ivory or white blouse. Many times she wore a matching jacket to go with the slacks, skirts, or split skirt. There were times that her jacket just laid on the passenger seat waiting to be put on.
Many would call Ariel's breasts voluptuous with an incredibly deep cleavage. She was known to wear blouses that were either low cut or else unbuttoned to show off her irresistible loveliness. Being proud of her shape, she let all the male drivers at Love Limo's think of ways that they might trick her into showing a little more. Their little stunts included having her bending over or reaching so that her blouse might hang down to reveal more breasts and cleavage and on occasion pop open. Other tricks had been designed so that the men might have an opportunity to crowd against her and rub their arms, backs, or chests against Ariel's treasures.
She always enjoyed watching them getting hard and aroused at their little games. Sometimes she would bump into one of the male drivers just to throw him off balance, or make him get a little aroused. After all, it was only fair to turn the tricks on them.
Ariel watched the women sitting back enjoying their beverages. As for the male population, they were getting bothered a little from the allure of her newest revealing blouse. She could see some of their eyes exploring her neckline as she began her story in a very sexually enthusiastic voice . . .
The day was going slowly and nothing of interest was going on in the backseat. The romantic audio story I had been listening to had finished and I forgot to bring additional dreamy or mystery stories to listen to. So far it had only been business people discussing their business affairs and going to the airport . . . Boring, boring, and more boring.
The driving was relaxing though, at least until my last fare. They were a strange couple, with the man being very rigid and unreasonable, as far as I could see. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't and still can't place him. I must have driven him before, but then again, faces start to blend together after seeing so many of them. But there was something about his presence that was strong and demanding. Yet, there was something extraordinarily alluring about him too that made butterflies start to take flight in my tummy.
Of course, I had the limo with the broken window between the driver seat and the backseat that day. That's what one gets when they arrive late for work.
{Everyone chuckled at the reference, knowing how true it was. Regaining her composure, she continued her story.}
This was okay when I was driving the business people because you can hear some great stock tips that way. I've listened to several of these tips and made a few bucks, not a fortune but enough to get a few extra necessities in life. Things like a forty-two inch plasma digital television, DVD player, a new car, etc.
{She got a few dirty looks from the other drivers – looks that said,
* Why didn't you share them with us? *
There were a number of tips that failed, or took a long time to turn a profit, as well, that's why she did not share.} Ignoring this, Ariel forged ahead with her tale.
This couple was exceedingly different than any other couple that I have driven before or since. They were not romantic, in a lovey-dovey way. He was demanding and seemed to be a little uncaring about the woman with him. I truly had wished the window was working at that point. I just didn't like the atmosphere around them.
Okay, let's back up to the beginning of the drive, before the man got in. Let me tell you about the woman that got into the limo around four in the afternoon.
A beautifully sexy woman named Yolanda was waiting near the waterfalls that had been built into the corporate building where I was to pick her up. She had to be in her thirties or forties and wearing a red business suit. She walked up to the limo as I pulled to the curb at the address the dispatch had given me. With her was a rolling case of some kind, something like a suitcase or a backpack, with a garment bag attached to it. I started to take it from her, but she refused to allow me; with ease, she took it into the limo with her. She put it on the backseat with her, along with her handbag and briefcase.
The woman was tall and slender, with fiery red hair that was luminous in the setting sun. It made me wish my hair could have that kind of beauty to it . . . {Ariel's voice drifted off with a wistful look before she shook herself back to reality and telling her story.}
Oh, well, back to the woman. The way the sunlight caught her head getting into the limo, it looked like her hair could be on fire. She had medium sized breasts that looked very firm, and long muscular legs. The skirt of the red suit she wore was down to her knees, but form fitting; it did have a small slit in the back that showed a little of the back of her legs above the knee. I wondered, with the skirt being that tight, how she could have the ability to take such long strides in her three-inch heels.
Ouch, my feet hurt to just look at those shoes. They had to be killers, being so high and pointed. Oh, my, they make my feet hurt just thinking about them now. Yet, she walked to the limo with an easy pace, as if the shoes weren't even there, almost as if she were walking on air or floating.
{
* I wear pearlized metallic sandals, shoes or boots, which were always flats to one and half inch heels. Since I have high arches, everything I wear has rubber soles to give an extra bounce to my walk. *
Ariel thought of her own foot comfort.}
Under her suit jacket there was only a white camisole with a lace appliqué that made you think she was wearing a tank top or a shell. The overall appearance of the woman would be very alluring to any straight man, and would make most women jealous and most gay women interested.
{Ariel noticed the other drivers were starting to get a little antsy. Some of the guys were rubbing their cocks, while others wiggled uncomfortably in their chairs. She just smiled to herself, at the reaction to just the description of this woman.
* What would they be like when they heard the rest of the story? *
she thought to herself.}
She was on her way to . . . let me think . . . oh yeah, to a men's club. The drive took around an hour or so, out into the countryside. During that time, she spent part of the time chatting about business on the phone; at least, I think it was business. She spoke so softly, I couldn't hear much of what she was saying. Then she started to change her clothes.
