Dorsai - Taxi

I made the first touch of our lips as gentle and loving as I could, and Doris responded in kind. After a couple more osculations, she put her arms around me; in return, I put my hands on her hips and started slowly caressing her sides. Each of our next few kisses increased our mutual affection – and desire. After that, our kissed began to last longer and longer, and increased our passion for each other apace. I'd moved my hands from her sides so that I could enjoy the surprisingly tight globes of her ass when she briefly touched her tongue to my lips; I didn't hesitate to send my tongue out in welcome to hers. It didn't take but a few seconds for them to begin a game of tag that ranged from her mouth to mine, and back again.

She also began pressing herself against me, and I delighted in the feel of her breasts pillowed against my chest – even through the clothes that we had on. I decided to remove any impediments to feeling her body against mine through the simple expedient of taking the tab of the zipper that held her dress closed, and running it down as far as it would go.

The added ventilation at her hindquarters must have drawn her attention to our shared problem; after taking her tongue away from mine, she released her hold on me and took a step back. Looking into my eyes, she didn't hesitate to reach up to the shoulders of her dress and slide them down – and revealing the orbs of her breasts to me. Each was about the size of half of a grapefruit, though slightly pear-shaped, and capped by a slightly puffy areola about the diameter of a half-dollar and just a couple of shades darker than her skin. Her nipples were perhaps three-quarters of a centimeter across, neatly centered, and stuck out roughly a quarter of an inch – that latter figure increasing even as I watched.

When she paused what she was doing, I took the opportunity to lean forward and place a soft kiss at the apex of each mammary before giving it a brief lick. When I raised up again, I could see that that simple gesture both reassured and pleased her. Accompanied by a little wriggling that I found quite entrancing, Doris got her dress down over her hips. With nothing to hold it in place, it simply fell to the floor around her ankles when she let it go; that was when I discovered that in addition to being braless, Doris had been sans panties, too: there wasn't anything else to impede my view of the narrow strip of her muff. Barely wider than the mound underneath, it was as pale as the hair on her head and extended only a little way up her abdomen. Even standing up as I was, I could see that it was soft and lush – and looked forward to feeling it against my lips and nose later.

I hadn't been entirely sure that she'd had stockings on; it was only when she reached down and began to roll one of them down her legs that I noticed the tops of them. She looked at me in surprise when she heard me tell her "Go ahead and leave them on, if you want – I like the way they look on you."

Smiling, she smoothed out the one she'd started to remove; once she was done, she gave me a come-hither look before slowly turning herself in a full circle and giving me the chance to see the delightful ass that I'd had in my hands.

Facing me again, she put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow; recognizing it as the "Well? It's your turn!" it was, I proceeded to extract myself from my best suit – something that took appreciably longer than she'd needed. When I was done, though, she seemed to be every bit as pleased by what she saw of me as I'd been of her. When she stepped close and took me into her arms again, I delighted in the feel of her pubic thatch teasing my semi-erect cock, and her longer and harder nipples boring into my chest.

Our kisses quickly picked up from where they'd left off, and then proceeded to become even more passionate as our hands wandered each other's naked bodies.

There was a distinct aroma of aroused female in the air, and I was appreciably more than semi-erect when Doris pulled her head back to tell me "Kissing is good, but I'm ready for more now!"

That was all the prompting I needed to turn loose of her so the two of us could go over to her bed. I helped pull the covers down, and the two of us met again in the middle.

She readily let me guide her to lay on her back after I got propped up on my side so we could go back to kissing again – but with the added benefit of being able to reach the really fun parts on each other. I was more than a little pleased to discover that Doris' breasts were surprisingly firm for a woman that had borne a child, and just how luxurious her pubic hair was. Judging from the way her cool hand stayed busy with my erect penis, and scrotum, she found me to be more than acceptable, too.

We'd reached the point that it was a tough proposition kissing each other because of how much we were panting with our increasing desire. At great personal sacrifice, I gave up her lips in favor of moving my oral attentions to other places on her body. Starting with her neck and ears and shoulders, I gradually shifted my efforts lower and lower until I was finally able to take the peak of one of her breasts between my lips… something that was accompanied by a moan of pleasure from her. It didn't take me long at all to get her rubbery nipple as long as the first digit on my little finger, and the pink flesh around it tight and swollen.

While I was happily trying to see what kinds of things I could do to her breasts with my mouth and lips, my hand was busy further down. I suspect that I could have spent hours running my fingers through her pelvic thatch, it was that soft and enticing; but there were other parts of her that I wanted to investigate, too. The first time I softly ran the tips of my fingers up the insides of her thighs, Doris moaned deep in her throat as she opened herself up to me. Even with an invitation like that, I didn't immediately begin checking out her womanhood. Slowly and patiently, enjoying what I was doing, I took the time to manually learn as much about her as I could before finally letting my fingers come to rest along her cleft.

Underneath the pad of my middle finger, there was the warmth and wetness at the entrance of Doris' vagina; from there to the base of my finger, I felt what could only be the edges of her labia softly touching me. Simply curling my finger, I was able to dip it between her vaginal lips and draw it lightly across her wet opening before easing it further along between her furrow. Doris moaned again as I did, and even lifted her hips to try and increase the contact I was making. I repeated my efforts several more times, each ending with my fingertip a little closer to her clitoris.

When I finally made the softest and briefest of contacts with that organ, Doris released a deep groan as she tried to open her legs even farther. Carefully and gently, I went about mapping every crevice and every fold of her pelvis between bouts of teasing her opening and toying with the sensitive pearl of flesh that she was granting me access to.

By the time I was ready to concede that I couldn't think of anything new or innovative to do to Doris' breasts, she was moaning almost constantly. When I finally raised my head, I saw that not only had she developed an aroused blush, it had extended partway down her chest. I'll confess to feeling rather pleased with myself as I lowered my head again so I could go back to giving her soft skin little lip-bites and kisses as I blazed a circuitous trail from her mammaries to points south…

She didn't seem to notice where I'd gotten to when my lips finally began to feel the tender touch of her pubic covering. After I'd gotten a little farther along, I found that the feel of it against my lips and lower face were even more pleasant than I'd expected; more than anything, it was as though my skin was in contact with the softness of a cat's belly.