Dorsai - Taxi

As our kiss progressed, I gently moved my hands to her hips and started caressing her from them up along her sides and back again. I'd only done that a few times when I felt her begin the press herself against me; taking that as my cue, I gradually expanded my touch to include her back – and finally, the nicely rounded globes of her small ass. She responded to my touch by moving herself even closer to me; I could feel the hardness of her nipples against my chest even as she was pressing her pelvis against mine, and knew that she could feel that I was starting to respond to the feel of her body againt mine. It wasn't until I'd squeezed the cheeks of her butt a few times (delighted by how firm they felt) that I felt her move her hands up to begin unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing. That prompted me to reciprocate the favor by sliding my hands to the top of her dress until I could take hold of the tab of the zipper, and ease it down.

Bowing to necessity, she took a small step away from me so that she could reach the rest of the buttons on my shirt; she didn't seem to mind in the slightest when I slid her dress off her shoulders and it slid to the floor. That left her standing there in just an incredibly sheer bra and all but nonexistent panties. Through the filmy material of her bra, I could easily see that the tips of her breasts were a dark pink and that her nipples were about the size of a small marble – and were already standing out from the small crinkled mounds of her areolas. Farther down, I saw that her panties barely covered her mons; I only got to look at her for a few seconds before she had her hands busy with my shirt again.

When she'd gotten my shirt pulled off and tossed to lay on the small table in her room, her next considered action was to get her hands on my belt buckle. As she was getting it undone, she stayed right with me as I slipped my feet out of my shoes and nudged them aside. By that time, my belt was undone and she was working to get my pants unfastened. I pulled my abdomen in a little, and that seemed to be all she needed; after her trembling hand pulled down the zipper of my fly, she knelt down as she slid my pants down my legs. After I'd stepped out of them, her eyes were locked on where my semi-erect cock was creating a bulge in my shorts. Licking her lips, she reached out again the slip her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly pulled them down. I heard a small gasp when my cock popped free after she'd lowered my shorts enough, and watched as her face began to develope a faint tinge from her increasing arousal.

When my shorts were around my ankles, she softly nudged each of the calves of my legs so that she could remove my socks before collecting my clothes from the floor. Calmly stepping out of the puddle her dress made on the floor, she stepped over to lay my things out on the table before collecting her dress and draping across the back of a chair. As she was doing that, I had the chance to have a nice look at her ass. Small and tight, I could see how smooth and flawless it was because there wasn't anything as mundane as cloth covering it: the material from her panties met at the top of the cleft of her ass as three relatively thin strands, leaving her lovely ass cheeks exposed.

When she turned around, she could see that I had responded even more to the view she'd given me. With a pleased smile on her face, she moved to stand close enough to me that I could have taken her in my arms again. But before I could move to do just that, she looked up into my face and simply told me "Your turn, now."

After I tilted my head forward so that I could start kissing her again, I reached out and slid my hands up and down her waist and hips a couple of times before reaching around and taking careful hold of the back strap of her bra. It took only a few moments to get it unfastened; once I'd nudged it out of the way, I spent several happy seconds caressing the smooth expanse of her back as our kissing intensified. When we finally had to come up for air, I knelt in front of her as I slowly drew my fingertips down and around to the upper edge of the panties she was allegedly wearing. Slipping my fingers underneath, I carefully began to slide them off her hips. My head was close enough to her pelvis that I could easily detect the exciting aroma of aroused female, and I felt my cock growing even longer and harder in response. When I started to lower them, I first thought that she kept her bush trimmed uncommonly small – and soon discovered that she simply didn't bother: she shaved her entire mons, leaving her completely bare. The sight only added fuel to the lustful fires building in my loins.

For the entire evening, I'd thought that she had on a particularly fine pair of stockings; knelt in front of her, I saw that I was wrong: what I'd been pleased about had simply been her bare legs. Legs that I soon discovered were not only nicely shaped, but smooth and firm, as I ran my hands down them while getting her panties low enough for her to step out of them.

Once she was clear of the impediment of her panties, I took the time to run my hands along the length of her trim legs before reaching out and cupping her bare ass in my hands and giving it a few tender squeezes. When I finally stood up again, I got a double surprise: not only hadn't she finished taking her bra off herself, but it so closely moulded to the shape of her that it hadn't fallen off on its own, either. Ever the gentleman, I assisted her by slowly removing that last "obstruction" and setting it aside. Having nothing to impede the view, I could see that her breasts were roughly the size of half a softball, and didn't appear to sag in the slightest. Her nipples had gotten a bit longer, and her areolas protruded slightly from the larger mounds of her mammaries, but weren't the 'puffies' that I'd seen on other women. I couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and place a kiss on the peak of each of them, drawing a soft gasp and pleased smile from her. With both of us naked, I stepped closer to her and took her into my arms. As we held each other close, I softly told her "You aren't just pretty, as you said. I'm an authority on these things, so you can take my word for it: you're lovely. I'm grateful that you would be willing to let me look at you like this."

"You don't look bad yourself, there, fella", I heard her answer. I'd started working out some time before, so I knew that while I didn't have six-pack abs, I was still fit.

We stood there for a few more seconds before she quietly said "Now, about this getting laid business…"

I had to laugh for a moment before releasing her; together, we went over to the bed and I helped her pull the bedcovers down before we both climbed in and met in the middle. After we'd shared a few kisses, she told me "Just so you know, you don't have to worry about birth control. I'm on the Pill, more for convenience than need, I'm sorry to say."

"Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that", I told her, getting a small laugh in return.

Our lips met again, and as we rekindled our passion, I placed my hand over her breast. She released a soft, short moan, and I began to explore the warm bundle of flesh in my hand and its twin; it didn't take me long to conclude that her breasts were as wonderful to hold as they were to look at: each nicely overfilled my hand, and felt smooth and soft on its surface while having the firmness of a marshmallow underneath. My fingertips easily found the circle where her areolas rose up from the surrounding flesh, and carefully mapped their pebbled surface before continuing onward. Her nipples were apparently made of some new rubber-like plastic with amazing capabilities: even as I was gently teasing and pulling on them, they would get longer and harder. When erect, they stood out a good half an inch from their base. I was having a dandy time amusing myself with them when she reached between us and took my semi-erect penis in her hand. As she started slowly and gently stroking me, I figured it wouldn't be polite to let her get too far ahead of me – and reciprocated by caressing my way down her body until my hand was at her pelvis. Her mons being shaved, there wasn't anything to keep me from enjoying how soft and smooth it was; when my fingers first eased between her legs, she quickly moved one aside in invitation for me to explore farther. It didn't take me long to discover that her labia were somewhat long: I could feel their edges simply by running my fingertip along her cleft. Further investigation let me know that they were also thin and soft – and the area between them already wet with her juices.