Dorsai - Taxi

"If it's any help, I'll be glad to take a shower with you.", I offered.

A moment later, I felt her snuggle next to me again before she softly told me "It does help, and I'd love having your hands on me again before I have to go. Do you want one of the sodas from last night? They aren't cold, but they aren't warm, either."

The idea of tepid soda wasn't all that appealing, but I knew the sugar and caffeine would help get me going, so I said I'd take one. She moved away from me again, and I used the opportunity to sit up and rest against the headboard. She sat up and mirrored my position before reaching over and grabbing both of the drinks left over from the previous night. After she handed me one of them, we both opened opened them and took an initial drink – and both grimaced. Laughing that we'd had the same reaction, we shared a quick kiss before downing nearly all the rest.

With that little bit of a jump-start, both of us got out of bed, and I got to watch her breasts sway slightly as she walked around the bed to where I was. When she got close enough, I took her hand in mine (making her smile) before the two of us went into the bathroom. There, I let her get the shower started while I "helped" by standing right behind her with my flaccid penis tucked into the crack of her ass while I supported her breasts with my hands. When the water was warm enough, she turned and gave me a fake-dirty look before laughing and putting her hands over mine on her breasts and leading the way into the shower.

It was a fun and playful cleanup for both of us, and ended only after she'd gone to her knees and given me one hell of a blowjob – swallowing every drop of my cum when I erupted into her warm and talented mouth. When she stood up again, she had a self-satisfied smile on her face. Once out of the shower, we helped each other dry off; when she started to get dressed, I could see the amused tolerance on her face as I provided additional assistance by making sure her breasts were properly supported, that her panties weren't too tight against her mons, and so on. In return, she checked my shorts for proper fit after I put them on. When she'd gotten her suitcase repacked, I carried it while she carried her samples case out to my car. The blowjob she'd given me had cut enough time out of the schedule that she told me she'd get something else to eat at the airport – which let me know that I needed to get her there, instead of stopping for breakfast someplace.

Once we were at the airport, it didn't take long to get her stuff handed over to the skycap. I was standing with her when she turned around to face me and say "I had a great time with you, Jim. Not just in bed, but going out, and just talking, too. I hope you'll be available the next time I have to come to town."

"If I am, I'll be more than delighted to hear from you", I assured her, "whether it's just dinner, drinks, and a little dancing, or to share your company for the night."

When I'd finished, she gave me a delighted smile, and leaned forward so the two of us could share a kiss before she turned and made her way into the terminal.

I did hear from Peggy a couple of times after that, when she came into town on sales calls. Both times, we had a pleasant evening of socializing before retiring to bed – at my place. She never mentioned whether or not she found another boyfriend, and I didn't ask – I just figured if she did, it was up to him to be the kind of person she wanted to come home to. The last time we were together, she told me that she was up for a little bit of a promotion that would have her working a different group of clients; when I didn't hear from her again, I knew she'd gotten it, and wished her well.

I dropped out of college in my Junior year when I realized that the studying I was doing for a test was all stuff that had virtually nothing to do with the "classical" Philosophy that I had a passion for, and was trying to get a degree in.

With the end of my formal education, I had to find another line of work – and eventually settled on being a cab driver. I wanted a job that would let me deal with the public and engage in what I came to think of as "applied philosophy": using the tools and techniques of philosophical thinking to help people find their own solutions to their problems.

Sometimes, it was just a matter of asking them a few leading questions to get them thinking about things in a different way. Other times, I became much more directly involved.

In either case, it's been a long time since I first got behind the wheel of my first rig, and I thought I'd pass along some of the various experiences I've had…

There was one particular place that several of us cabbies like to go to for lunch. It wasn't real big and kind of off the beaten path, but the food and atmosphere of the place were second to none.

One of the things that I figured out real early was that the two women that ran the place had a special relationship – the way they talked to each other, the way they interacted, the looks I saw them give each other sometimes… I had to figure that they had a serious commitment to each other. I eventually learned that they were a lesbian couple; Elisse (pronounced Eh-lees, a slightly willowy brunette) got absolutely no pleasure from being married, and ultimately divorced. After that, she met Gina, a blond that looked like a scaled-down Dolly Parton. Gina had known she only liked girls from the time she hit puberty, and was the one to help Elisse learn and admit that her interests and pleasures lay in that direction, too.

I didn't learn all of this all at once, of course; just that being a regular in the place, and my interest in people, it wasn't long before both of them were comfortable talking to me when they weren't busy. That I didn't see anything wrong with their relationship, didn't judge them, and simply treated them as the hard-working, decent people they were helped, too.

There were several of us having lunch in their place one day when a new driver with one of the other companies started running his mouth – starting with his prowess with women, and then on to what he'd like to do with Gina and/or Elisse. A couple of the other drivers tried to clue him in that he was being an asshole, but he was too young and full of himself to pay any attention to them. Finally, somebody told him about Gina and Elisse being a "couple", and that really set him off. He was from some jerkwater town in a real conservative part of the country, and he started spouting off about "fags" and "dykes" and a bunch of other trash… until I finally got tired of hearing it, and suggested that he close his yap before it got him into trouble. He wasn't any better at listening to me until one of the guys at the table with him whispered something in his ear. I don't know what was said, but it was enough to convince him to get up and leave.

I contrived to hang around until almost everyone else had left, then went over to try to apologize about him to Elisse and Gina, and make sure he hadn't said anything to hurt them. To my pleased surprise, both of them had simply ignored him once they realized that he was an opinionated jackass with a big mouth and tiny little mind. Elisse assured me that she'd heard much worse, and that she knew none of the rest of us cabbies were like him – and that both of them knew I was even more different from the rest of the drivers. She and Gina shared a Look, then Gina turned to ask me if I could swing by the place again when I got off my shift. I raised an eyebrow in question, and she told me "There's something that Em and I would like to talk to you about. There's something we need some help with, and we figure you're just the person."

Smiling, I asked "Do I get even a hint what it is?"