Dorsai - Taxi

I smiled before giving the tip of her nose a small peck and answering "I can do that. I don't want us to sleep in a big ol' wet spot, either." She blushed again before I asked "So you think you want to stay up long enough for me to be ready again?", teasing her.

Somewhat bashfully, she answered "Yeah, I do. I know that all happened kinda quick for you, and I want to find out how good it can be with you when we take our time."

"Well, I don't think you'll have to wait too long for that-" I replied.

About then, I could feel it as my penis finally started to pull free of her. Doing as she'd asked, I managed to get myself off of her and out of the way as quickly as possible. Cupping her hand against her crotch, she hurried to scoot to the edge of the bed before making a dash into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Amused, I was content to simply lay on my back with my hands behind my head as I waited for her to reappear. When she did, she saw me watching her, and faintly blushed before showing me that she had a damp cloth and towel in her hands. From the way she was looking at me, I got the idea that she wanted to clean my pelvis of our combined juices herself, so I held still as she did just that. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she took the things back into the bathroom before getting back onto the bed with me and snuggling into my side. I put my arm around her so that I could hold her breast in my hand; she sighed her contentment before putting her hand on my chest and resting her arm on me.

We lay there like that in silence for several minutes before I heard her say "It makes me feel so good to just be next to you like this. I'd probably get into trouble with the femininists if they ever heard me say this, but it just feels nice to be laying next to the guy that just made me feel so darn good while he was screwing me. And I like the way you're touching me, too – how you're holding my tit, I mean. I can feel it when you move your fingertips, and I know that you're doing that just because you like the way I feel; you're not getting worked up because you're playing with my tit, you're just enjoying the way my skin feels and that's just where your hand happens to be. And it makes ME feel good, knowing that you like touching me that way. Nobody has ever gotten past just getting their hands or mouths on my tits, and touched me the way you are. It lets me know that you like me for more than just how I look, and that you care – that there's a connection between us, like I like to have."

After hearing that, I couldn't resist running my thumb across her nipple (she tilted her head back to smile up at me, knowing that I was just being mischievous) before I answered "Yeah, I like holding your breast in my hand; it's warm, and soft and firm at the same time, and moving my fingertips around like that lets me enjoy how smooth it is, too. I do care about you, Peggy, and there IS a connection between us. We actually like each other for who we are – for what we see in each other. Yes, you're certainly attractive and sexy; but if we hadn't had the chance to get to chat and learn a little about each other while we were waiting for that traffic jam to clear up, I don't think that either one of us would have given the other another thought after I dropped you off. Then, tonight, we got to know each other better, and found that there's a lot that we have in common – but that there's enough different between us to make things interesting, too. So yeah, there's a connection there, and I like it as much as you do."

When I'd finished, she looked up at me again to smile before nestling her head into the hollow of my shoulder. Both of us were content to just lay there next to each other as we got ourselves recharged for the next go-round. As I continued to delight in the smooth surface of her mammary, she started doing the same to me, and letting her hand wander around my my chest and belly.

I knew that she was feeling frisky again when her hand began to drift lower and lower. Her fingers finally came into contact with my flaccid penis, and after she'd nudged it with her fingers a few times, she took it into her hand and gave it a couple of experimental strokes. When she didn't get the response she was hoping for, I heard her ask "You think we can get this thing working again now?"

I gave her breast a gentle squeeze and ran my fingers across her nipple before answering "I don't suppose it would hurt anything to at least try. Of course, there's no point, really, if that's working and you aren't ready – how about if we see if we can't help each other out a little?"

She tilted her head to look at me again, and I could hear the mix of amusement and pleased anticipation in her voice when she answered "I think I'd like that…"

From there, it took less than a minute before we were in the classic "69" position with her on top of me. As she was taking my cock in her hand, I got my first good look at her deforested mound. Her mons was full and distinct, flowing from the front of her pelvis to between her thighs in a smooth curve; along the lower half of her cleft, the edges of her labia protruded slightly. Visibly soft, they were indeed thinner than most I'd seen. Realizing that I was looking at her must have aroused her, because I saw her thin petals get a trifle darker and thicker. When I shifted my focus, I could also see that the hood of her clitoris was starting to make an appearance. I didn't have any difficulty detecting the unique aroma of her increasing arousal, and finally lifted my head so that I could slip my tongue between the delicate gates guarding her womanhood.

There weren't a lot of her oils available to me, since we'd just gotten started; but the little bit that I was able to gather proved to be light, with a faintly sweet tanginess that I found delightful. With my hands on the firm globes of her ass, I went about seeing just how much fun I could have with her bare playground.

It was certainly a different experience, being able to use my lips and tongue and mouth anywhere on her soft, smooth skin. I didn't have any problem understanding why some guys really went for women that shaved themselves this way, and appreciated that I didn't have to worry about having my nose tickled the wrong way, or dealing with a stray or loose pubic hair. That it also made her look younger – even child-like – didn't hurt things, either. I had a pleasant time using the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris into coming out from under its cloak; being able to directly kiss, and use my lips to nibble on, the tender ridges of her mons was unique and enjoyable. So, too, was gently pulling on her soft labia, and even softly sucking on them. My efforts met with no small measure of success, and I soon had a ready and almost constant supply of her nectar to lap up as she pressed her crotch down in encouragement. She also took me into her mouth; and soon had me erect with the application of an incredible combination of suction, head-bobbing, and tongue action that varied widely from one minute to the next.

After the way she'd responded to having my cock in her, I wasn't shocked when Peggy had a small climax as I was using my tongue on her clitoris; I just welcomed the increase of her tasty juices that resulted, then went back to wreaking whatever oral mayhem I could between her thighs. I managed to get my tongue partway through her opening before her next orgasm pushed it back out again. Then it was back to her clitoris for another orgasm, and then to the entrance to her vagina for a fourth. I cheerfully toggled between bedeviling her clitoris, and trying to see if I could lick her tonsils from where I was, as I again brought her to – and through – a couple more before she let my erection slide from between her lips to tell me "If you don't stop doing that, either we're going to be up all night because you have to wait for me to recover from all the damn times you make me cum, or I pass out and you have to fuck me while I'm unconcious. Now, I need to get some sleep tonight, and I don't think you want to be humping what wouldn't be any better than a sex toy – but it's up to you."