Ariel laughed as she fell into the back seat of her waiting limousine. She had just finished yet another successful concert, and finally convinced one of her colleagues to join her for a little fun that night. Her flowing black skirt revealed more than a little thigh as she reclined across the seat, waiting for Tim to get in.
As he stepped into the limo Tim caught sight of Ariel's long, slender legs and decided to make his move while they were still high from their performance. He sat next to Ariel and leaned close, his hand grazing her inner thigh as the limo moved away. Tim caressed her legs, teasing, yet denying Ariel any sort of relief.
The first touch was like an electric jolt for Ariel. She was still buzzing from the concert, and not really caring that her colleague was feeling her up. Something should have screamed at her to stop it here, before it got awkward, but all she could think about were those musician's hands massaging her legs when she so desperately needed to come. How was not important.
They fooled around in the back seat for a little bit, doing everything but what they both really wanted. Tim spotted a familiar bar through the window and asked Ed, their driver, if they could stop here for a while. Both men knew this was a bar whose patrons had a tendency to start fucking at their tables, while those who were interested looked on from their own seats. Ed's shift finished in half an hour, and he decided to join them for a quick drink.
Ariel looked around as she walked into the bar. There were two older guys sharing a beer near the door. They looked like truckers, in their beer stained flannelette shirts. The windows were blacked out, although she couldn't figure out why. She sat at a table in the corner while Tim and Ed got the drinks.
'This place should be packed on a night like this,' she thought. It seemed like a semi-decent place, and the music was good. Ariel tried not to move to the music while she was sitting on the stool, half fearing looking stupid, or attracting the trucker's attention. Tim came over with the drinks while Ed made a phone call. They each downed a shot of sambucca while they relived the highs of the concert.
One drink quickly turned into four, and Ed, who by now had finished his shift, joined them in a round of tequila slammers. Ariel, who was feeling more than a little naughty, suggested the guys lick the salt from her breasts. She giggled during the first round, unaccustomed to the feel of one man's tongue on her breasts, let alone two.
Ariel downed her drink as Tim licked her chest ready for the second, and moaned with pleasure as his tongue explored all of her cleavage. He lingered over her hard nipples, his tongue swirling and teasing in way Ariel did not know was possible. She found herself wondering what else he was so good at, when she was snapped back into reality by a shot being placed in her hand and a wedge of lemon between her breasts. Ariel could not believe she had worked with Tim all these years and not once thought about what else he might get up to.
