Dorsai - Taxi

Jenny's small, soft hands felt cool on my skin, just as her skin felt cool and soft under MY touch. I gradually expanded the range of my caresses to include the outsides of her thighs and the small, firm globes of her ass, which was a delight to have in my hands. After a few minutes of our kisses steadily increasing in length and passion, she pulled back slightly so that she could move her hands to my chest. That seemed like a particularly fine idea to me, so I followed her lead. As I'd discovered the night before, each of her breasts would barely fill my cupped hand – but what they lacked in quantity, they more than made up for in quality: each was a rounded cone of soft/firm femininity, capped with a small, dark areola that was barely larger than the equally dark nipple that sprouted from it. With her increasing arousal, and my more-than-willing assistance, her nipples were getting longer and harder as we began kissing again. It wasn't but a very few minutes before I knew that the scent I thought I'd detected before really had been her; the musky aroma of her excitement was threatening to become a fog that enveloped us.

It hadn't taken long for what we were doing to begin to have an effect on me. I could feel my cock – almost completely erect – pressing against her panty-clad mound when she pulled her lips back from mine to tell me "I know that guys can, uh, go longer after they've already cum. The first time we're… together, I want it to last a nice, long time. So I'd like to get you off, you know, with my mouth first – I mean, if you don't have any, uh, problems with that."

"I don't have any problem with it – except maybe from enjoying it too much" I answered, earning myself a small laugh. "I'd just like to do the same for you, though."

That earned me a big smile before she said "Uh, how about next time, okay? Right now, I just want to do that for you…"

As much as the thought of "having lunch at the 'Y'" appealed to me, the idea of being able to just lay back and not do anything but enjoy the hell out of a blowjob sounded even better, and I readily (!!) agreed. She scooted back off my lap and leaned over to nudge my hips toward the edge of the sofa. It only took a moment for me to realize that she just wanted me repositioned to make it easier on herself, and I quickly got myself situated to her satisfaction. She knelt down in front of me, and moved between my parted legs. She reached out and angled my erect cock up so that she could lean over slightly and take the head of it into her mouth. She spent a little time just running the tip of her tongue around on the glans before lowering her head to take more of me between her lips.

I don't know where she learned to give head, and I really don't care, except maybe to try and figure out how to get other women to learn from the same place. I honestly don't know how much of what she did was technique, and how much was just attitude; but whatever the proportions were, she got them right. Most women, even if they're willing to do oral on a guy, it really doesn't do anything for them; I mean, it doesn't get them going, you know? But with Jenny, it was something else, entirely: as good as what she was doing to me felt, I could tell that she was getting more and more excited, too, by the increasing aroma of her arousal. It didn't take me long to figure out that she was doing it because it turned her on, too, and that she was deliberately trying to increase my pleasure as much as she could.

And she was doing a lot to increase my pleasure: softly 'nibbling' every square inch of my cocks surface with her lips; taking nearly my entire length in her mouth and the slowly pulling her head back as she ever so softly let her teeth drag along the surface; taking each of my balls and gently rolling them in her mouth; running the tip of her tongue from the very tip of my penis to the base, and farther, almost to my anus; sucking on me until I thought she'd suck the cum out of me without my having to climax; using her lips and tongue in ways that I didn't know they could be. She brought me to the edge of cumming a couple of times, only to back off and let me get myself back under control before she started in on me again. It must have been half an hour or better before she finally let me climax. And even as I was firing cum-rockets at her tonsils, she kept teasing and stimulating me, making my release longer and stronger as she greedily swallowed every drop of my jism. I was a little 'distracted', you understand, but I think I heard her have a small orgasm, too, just from making me cum.

Even as I was getting my breath and senses back, Jenny was lovingly tending to my poor, tired dick: with a happy expression on her face, she almost worshipfully used her lips and tongue to clean my cock. When she finally stood up again, I could plainly see that the entire crotch of her panties was visibly darker than the rest from how wet and excited she'd gotten. With a look of pleasure at how she'd (obviously!) made me feel, she quickly went into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a couple of bottles of beer. After handing one to me, she seemed to make a point of letting me see her take a drink before she again settled herself on my lap and saying "If you're okay with me doing that, maybe you don't mind kissing me afterwards before I get my mouth cleaned out – but I don't think you should be getting any of your stuff back. That's just the way I am."

I took a swallow of my beer (I needed the fluids), pulled her into a kiss followed by a hug, before I told her "I wouldn't have minded – really. But if it makes you feel better, then that's fine with me."

She looked pleased, and snuggled into my chest while I concentrated on getting myself rehydrated.

We continued to cuddle there on the sofa while I got myself back together. Jenny seemed perfectly content to simply sit on my lap with one of my arms around her.

We'd both finished our beer and set the bottles aside when I finally felt recovered enough to have a go at making love with Jenny. Rather than just telling her "Let's fuck!", I figured to be a little more casual about it, and started using my hand to caress her side – careful not to get too close to her breast, at least, not at first. She didn't seem to notice what I was doing, which left me free to slowly and gradually expand my touch and efforts. I could again smell her arousal before she realized what I was up to – but it was pretty much too late by then.

As small as she was, I didn't have the slightest difficulty in taking her in my arms and standing up, then carrying her into the bedroom, where I gently put her down on the bed. She didn't object at all when I slid my hands under the waistband of her panties and started sliding them off of her; she even lifted her cute little butt off the bed to make it easier for me. After I'd set her panties aside, I turned back to look at her and found myself delighted with the sight she presented: her long, black hair somewhat fanned out on the bed while she lay there letting me look at her nakedness. I quickly saw that the small, dark smudge of her pubic hair that I'd seen through her panties was a patch of sparse, but long, hairs that looked to be as black and straight as what was on her head. The cleft of her sex was easily visible, as was the hood of her clitoris.

She spread her legs slightly when I got onto the bed with her, and I saw that her vaginal lips were small and thin – and the area between them already glistening with her oils. She looked up at me with a little trepidation, and I didn't hesitate to tell her "Just… damn!"

That was all the reassurance she needed to know that I found her attractive; but I didn't waste any time in moving to lie next to her and put my hand on her belly before saying "You've probably heard it before, but you look like a lovely, really sexy Chinese doll laying there like that."