It was one of my last few weeks working at the bar before I moved to the city. In the past I had hung out once in a while after work or gone out with my peers to another bar. The last few weeks of working there, however, I went out with the crew almost every night. I really liked 95% of my coworkers and 100% of them were fun to hang out with.
The night in question was late summer and one of my coworkers, lets call her Eva, had her sister, Amanda, in town visiting. Eva was adorable; bright blue eyes, dark black hair, killer body, beautiful face, and great personality. Amanda was equally as cute, a little bit taller, and had gorgeous blonde hair.
I had a standing ‘don’t shit where you eat’ rule about sleeping with coworkers, but that did not apply to their sisters. So, that night, when we all went out to the bars in town, Amanda was my focus. She lived pretty far away and was only in town for the weekend. She had recently broken up with a long term boyfriend and was eager for a distraction. This was a match made in heaven. That night at the second bar the conversation turned to body shots. Not only had I never done a body shot, I had never had tequila at that point either. When Amanda heard that, the game was on and she confidently marched up to the bar and ordered us a round.
The first “body shot” was innocent enough. Salt from her wrist, shot from the glass, lime from her neck. I realized very quickly I had been missing out by not doing this sooner. She did her shot off me the same way, but she kissed my neck a little when she did hers. We immediately got a second round. Salt from the neck, shot from the glass, lime from the lips. We started to make out a little as we secured our respective limes. The bartender suggested we try the actual shot on each other and we thought that was a killer idea so we got another round. Salt on the neck, shot off the tummy (which was mostly a waste of a shot), lime from the lips. Our tongues spent a little extra time getting as much tequila as we could off one another before the limes, which really meant the limes were ignored while we made out.
We may have had more drinks; we may have gone to another bar. I have no idea. The only thing that mattered was tequila and touching each other. My coworkers were having a laugh, but Eva was totally cool with what was going on and that was my only concern. The next thing I remember, Amanda and I are in the parking lot sitting in my car necking like horny teenagers. She was phenomenal to kiss and had been an extraordinary amount of fun to that point. She began to rub my crotch over my pants and pulled out her tits for me to suck on. I finally understood the expression ‘tequila makes her clothes fall off’ and decided it would be my new drink of choice moving forward — there would be consequences in the future for that decision. Heck, there were consequences right then. Suddenly, there was a rapping on my driver-side window and a police officer was there checking in on us
We were both shocked, she got her breasts hidden away quickly and I rolled down the window. The officer was making sure we weren’t driving anywhere and I explained that I worked at the bar nearby. He suggested that I not leave the keys in the ignition while intoxicated; as far as he was concerned he could cite me for drunk driving if I did that. He was going to let me go with a warning — this time — which I appreciated. He went on his merry way, I killed the engine and tucked the keys away, then we went back to work. We made out for what felt like an hour. The cop came back twice in that time; the second time letting us know we needed to mosey on.
Fortunately, I was feeling way less intoxicated — famously dumb things for intoxicated people to feel — and we went to find her sister. She wanted to come home with me, but didn’t want Eva to be freaked out. Sister found, I was given the double thumbs up of approval, and then I drove Amanda back to my parents house a few minutes away. We went to the basement and stripped down to nothing while we kissed each other and fondled one another’s bodies. She had a thick blonde bush — clearly she had not anticipated getting fucked that night — and a great figure. I don’t remember all the details… because tequila… but I distinctly remember her pushing me onto my back and then slowly squatting her pussy down onto my thick hard cock. She fucked herself with me in the most incredible way, grabbing and squeezing her own breasts as she rode me like a bull.
We went at it for a while… probably…
I know for a fact that I finished on her back. She had gotten on her knees and laid her chest onto the soft that was down there and presented her ass to me. I had taken the opportunity to plow into her like a jackrabbit and when I couldn’t take any more, pulled out, stood up, and shot my cum onto her. It was glorious.
We hung out down there for a little while kissing and talking about our lives. It was a nice intimate moment of connection that came after a random hook up. Once we actually felt sober, we got dressed and I drove her back to her parents house a few towns over. We had a great kiss goodbye, exchanged numbers, and that was almost that. We did meet up once again a few weeks later. I drove out to see her — which was about a two hour drive one way — and we hung out. She was on her period and didn’t want to have sex, which was disappointing for me and probably the reason why things didn’t ever continue after that. I saw her again a few years later at her sister’s wedding and she hated my guts. I guess she felt like I had led her on and held a grudge against me for it. C’est la vie.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mnjcoa/tequila_made_us_horny_as_hell_mf