Dorsai - Taxi

With that settled, she reached for the buttons on my shirt while still looking up at me. When I didn't express any objection, she smiled again and started unfastening them. Once she was done, she opened my shirt to expose my chest; after running her hands across it for a little bit, she leaned forward so that she was pressed against the front of me before reaching around to hold me close. I was more than happy to do the same, and we stayed like that for several minutes.

The silence was broken when she told me "As much as it pains me to say this, I still have to get up and go to work tomorrow – earlier than you do, I'm sorry to say. So I think that it's about time that the two of us went upstairs…"

"I think you're probably right", I agreed. A few moments later, I felt her release her hold on me and quickly opened my arms so that she could get off my lap. When she was standing in front of me again, I stood up, too, before taking her hand and saying "Lead on, MacDuff", making her laugh. With her naked as she led us up the stairs, I got a delightful view of the way her lovely ass moved; I was so fascinated by watching her ass cheeks clenching that it's a wonder I didn't fall on my face from not watching where I was going. At the top of the stairs, she led the way to a bedroom at the back of the house; the room across the one she led the way to had the door open, and I could see that it was patently her daughters – at least, if the stuffed animals on the bed and decorating were any indication.

Bonnie's bedroom was large and sparsely, but comfortably, furnished; the bed, a dresser, a wardrobe, makeup table and chair, and a few small rugs at strategic locations on the hardwood floor. She pointed toward the chair in front of the makeup table as she told me "You can put your clothes there…" before releasing my hand and going over to pull the covers down on the bed, and then climbing into it. As I started getting undressed, she didn't even pretend not to be watching. When I was done, and turned to move to the bed, I could see that she'd enjoyed the involuntary show I'd given her – her breasts appeared to be tighter than they'd been before, and both of her nipples were standing tall and proud from the crinkled rosy volcanoes of her areolas. When I started to get into bed next to her, she rolled onto her side and told me "Please… on your back. I want to snuggle next to you."

I did as she asked and discovered that when she said "next to you", it meant next to me. I think the only way she could have gotten any closer would have been if we'd been grafted together. It did have its good points, though – I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples pressing into my side, as well as the soft, lush mat of her pubis against my hip after she'd curled one leg on top of mine and nestled her head into my shoulder. When I put my hand on her waist, she released a soft sigh before telling me "I've missed just laying with someone like this. I don't care if it would piss of the Women's Lib types, or not – it just feels good to be snuggled up with someone that's bigger and stronger than me. It makes me feel safe, and protected… and even… loved, a little."

"I do love you, Bonnie", I told her. She tilted her head back to look at me, and I quickly explained "No, I'm not trying to get you into a relationship, or professing eternal undying love. I'm simply saying that the affection I feel toward you is much the same as I have for any of my female friends; it's just a little more because of how I admire the strength and determination you've got inside to get your daughter back, no matter what, or how long, it takes. I'm telling you I love you because of what I see in you, not because I want anything from you or as any kind of claim or demand."

She looked at me in silence for a few seconds, then said "When I first got away from my ex, I was afraid all guys were like him. Then, over time, I figured out that he was more toward the 'complete jackass' end of the spectrum. Having met you, and learned who you are and what you're like… and now, hearing what you just said… I know there are guys that are about as opposite from my -ex as they could be. You're one of them. And now I'm even MORE glad that I met you – and more certain than before that I want to share myself with you, because I know that you'll show me what it's supposed to be like when a man and woman are together. Please, Jim… help me learn what CAN be, so that I'll have the strength and patience to wait until I meet the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Looking into her face, I could see that she really did want to experience what it was like to be with somebody that would treat her differently than her ex-husband had; it wouldn't be "rebound sex", it wouldn't be "I'll-show-him sex", or anything other than a simple affirmation that sex could be better than what she'd experienced up to that point.

To try and lighten the mood a little, I put a troubled look on my face and answered "Well, I suppose I could do that…"

Much to my amusement, it took her a second to realize that I was teasing her – and the look on her face was priceless.

But she did realize I was teasing her, and smiled up at me for a few seconds before suddenly shifting from being next to me to laying on me, straddling my hips and resting on her elbows so that her face was right in front of mine. She took a few seconds to look at my face before slowly lowering her head to give me a soft, gentle kiss on the lips before saying "Thanks, Jim. Even joking with me like that makes me think that you care."

"I do care, Bonnie."

"I know. That's what makes you so special. But we aren't here to get all philosophical or maudlin – we're here to fuck!"

I had to smile at her enthusiasm before asking "And just what did you have in mind?"

"I was never really a participant before. Since I got divorced, I've found out that there's a lot that I maybe missed out on. If… if you don't mind, I'd kinda like to, um, make up for that."

"You want to be the one 'in charge', and try stuff that you've read or heard about?" I asked. She slowly nodded her head, and I told her "That's fine, Bonnie. I'm not going to feel threatened, or like I'm any less of a man just because you want us to do what YOU want. And so you don't have to ask or worry about it, I'll tell you up front that the chances that you'll do or want anything that'll put me off are pretty slim. If you're not sure, go ahead and try it; if I've got a problem with it, I'll let you know nicely, okay?"

I could see that she was relieved by what I'd said, and put my arms around her as she lowered her head to kiss me again. It was soft, and affectionate – and went on long enough that I was able to give her a gentle hug before sliding my hands down to hold the firm mounds of her ass.

Our next kiss went on even longer, so I had plenty of time my hands to learn that her cute little buns were as smooth as they'd looked on the stairs, and as firm as they'd appeared when she walked. And given the way her arousal was increasing as our kisses continued, she liked what I was doing as I alternated between softly caressing them and giving them gentle squeezes. Only when I was satisfied myself that hers was one of the finest asses on the planet did I release them to begin stroking her back and sides. After I'd been doing that for a bit, she broke off our kisses to raise her body over mine and give my hands free access to the most obvious signs of her femininity. I was cupping one of her breasts in each hand when I finally raised my head and fastened my lips around one of her nipples; as I started softly sucking on it, she released a soft moan of obvious pleasure and arousal.

I happily spent the next few minutes focused on her bust: caressing, kissing, tenderly 'biting' with my lips, sucking on her nipples, teasing her nipples and areolas with my thumbs, and generally acting like any teenage boy with his first set of real tits. And while I was so engaged, Bonnie was making any number of soft noises that let me know she appreciated my efforts.