Dorsai - Taxi

When I woke up the next morning, I was flat on my back with Jenny pretty much wrapped around me – and with one of her hands inside the shorts I'd worn to bed, holding my erect penis. Frankly, I wasn't sure what to do about it: she certainly wasn't hurting me (it felt kind of nice, actually!), but I didn't know if it would embarrass HER any if she woke up with us like that. I was still trying to figure out what to do when she did wake up – and after a few moments, realized where her hand was.

While she didn't seem particularly embarrassed, she did ease her hand out and apologetically tell me "Uh, I'm sorry about that. Here I was, wondering if you were going to start anything last night, only to wake up and find that I'm the one groping you."

I couldn't resist grinning at her before I answered "Don't misunderstand, but you weren't bothering ME any; I mean, you weren't hurting me or anything like that. I just woke up a minute ago, myself, and I was getting ready to, uh, correct the problem so that you wouldn't be embarrassed."

She initially seemed uncertain about whether to believe me, or not, and finally seemed to decide to take what I said at face value. I took the opportunity to tell her "If you'll give me a few minutes to clean up and get dressed, I can get some breakfast started for us."

She gave me a small smile and answered "You'll probably be in there before I am" before sliding away from me and getting out of bed. I had the chance to see that she had a very cute little ass as she walked to where she'd left her robe, put it on, and walked out of the bedroom, apparently heading for the other bathroom. I got up myself, then, and went into my 'private' bathroom to get ready to face a new day.

I was in the kitchen making French toast when Jenny came in, dressed in a lightweight pantsuit that looked terrific on her. I told her to go ahead and have a seat at the table, and took her a cup of coffee before asking if she needed anything for it. She told me that black was fine, thanked me, and sat sipping it as I finished getting breakfast ready for us. When asked, she told me that 2 slices of French toast were plenty for her; I made 4 for myself. Along with it, I cooked some sausage patties – two of those were enough for her, as well – and got each of us a glass of orange juice. When everything was ready, I put the plates on the table and sat down; as we ate we talked about what to do that day. It turned out that there were a few sights in town that she wanted to see, so that pretty much settled our itinerary for the day. When we were finished with breakfast, Jenny insisted on taking care of the dishes over my (mild) protests. When those were done, and we'd refreshed ourselves, it was out the door for us.

As a cab driver, I frequently get asked what there is to see or do in town, so I've had to learn a little more about our local attractions than most people around here know; plus I've been to all of them myself, already. So I was able to add a little 'extra' to Jenny's tourist bit. Some of what I told her was extra details that weren't common knowledge; other parts were funny stories and observations about things. Either way, by the time we'd covered the main attractions, the two of us were getting along quite well – even to the point that we were holding hands as we walked around, and sharing jokes and little stories about ourselves with each other. It wasn't until the sun had almost completely set that Jenny finally decided that it was okay to call it a day. Both of us were in a fine frame of mind, if a little tired, as I drove us back to my place.

We were listening to some music on the stereo when Jenny got up off the sofa. I didn't pay any attention to her departure – but her return sure got my attention: again dressed only in panties, she'd foregone the robe she'd worn the night before. Then she opted to plant herself on my lap, her legs outside of mine as she faced me.

Taking my hands in hers, she squeezed them briefly before putting them on her waist and resting her hands on my shoulders as she looked into my face. Mindful of the promise not to 'push' her, I simply waited to see what she had in mind.

A minute or so went by before she quietly asked "You're just going to sit there, aren't you?"

"I said I wasn't going to test you or anything, so, yeah, I'm just going to sit here – at least, until I know what you want."

"What I want is for us to get closer. A lot closer. I had a really nice time today; not just seeing the sights and all that, but with you. You were a lot of fun to be with – telling me all that stuff to make the places we went so interesting and funny, telling me about yourself, really listening when I told you about myself and my family, and all the rest of it. Its been a long time since I spent that much time with a guy and just held hands with him; my ex-boyfriend couldn't go an hour without playing with my ass, or touching one of my tits, or doing something like that. I found out today that you're just exactly the kind of guy I was hoping you were when I came here. And now I'm ready for something more between us."

Rather than moving my hands to play with her tits or ass – which I most definitely wanted to do – I leaned forward slightly and kissed her. Gently and softly, on her forehead. She looked at me in surprise, and I told her "Even though you're ready for something more between us, it isn't my way to just start grabbing at anything that gets my attention – and you most certainly DO get my attention! If we're going to be physical with each other, then I think it should be something that both of us enjoy, and remember with happiness."

She smiled, and gave me a nod of understanding, before I leaned in to kiss her again; my lips touched hers as softly as a snowflake landing on a feather while I let my hands gently caress her sides. When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes and saw something more than mere friendship or desire in them: unless I was grossly mistaken, she was looking at me with love. The next touch of our lips was firmer, and she put her arms around me to pull me close. As our kiss lengthened and deepened, I moved my hands to begin stroking her back. Her tawny skin had a different feel to it than I was used to with the other girls I'd been with, and I marvelled at how it felt under my hands. When we came up for air, she was panting slightly as she told me "I… I want you to get naked, too. I want to feel your skin, they way you're feeling mine!"

I grinned and told her "I'm willing – but that means you're going to have to get off my lap, at least for a little bit."

She just grinned back at me before replying "That's okay – it'll be worth it!"

As she started to scoot back, I thought I caught a faint whiff of aroused female, but before I could decide whether or not I really had, she was standing up in front of me. I stood, too, and began to unbutton my shirt; apparently, I wasn't moving fast enough for her, because she reached out and pulled my shirt loose from my slacks and began working her way up the buttons as I was working my way down. When I reached for my belt, Jenny squatted down and nudged each of my legs so that she could remove my shoes and socks. With those out of the way, she stood again and took over the task of getting my pants undone, and then down around my ankles, where they were quickly joined by my undershorts. There was no mistaking the desire and anticipation on her face – she was certainly no 'inscrutable' Oriental! – when she got them down past my cock and balls. She quickly knelt to pull my pants and shorts away when I lifted each of my legs in turn; when she stood up again, she gently pushed me back to a sitting position on the sofa again and resumed her previous position on my lap. Nothing for me to do, of course, but put my hands back where they were, too…