Dorsai - Taxi

I nodded in understanding before answering "I think I'd like that, Jenny. I know that I don't get to see some of the nicer things and places here in town as often as I'd like; and being able to do them with you would be a pleasure. And you're right: when I'm with a woman, I'm usually a lot more, oh, relaxed, than we were tonight. I'd be more than willing to have you stay with me again tomorrow night so I can show you that there's another way to make love with someone."

Pleased at what I'd said, she smiled and said "I'm glad. But for now, it's getting late, and I think both of us need to get some sleep – I know I sure do!" before leaning forward to give me another kiss. Sitting back up again, she got a mischievous grin on her face before telling me "I can feel that you were nice enough to clean me up some before I woke up… but I'm still feeling more than little used, too. And I can see that I left that huge spot on your bed from how wet you were getting me; I don't think either one of us wants to sleep on that, so do you think that there would be enough room for both of us on the couch – after you take a quick shower with me?"

I grinned back at her and answered "No, I don't think either one of us wants to sleep on that huge wet spot" – she stuck her tongue out at me for teasing her – "either, and I'd LOVE to take a quick shower with you. As for the couch, I think you'll be surprised at just how much room there will be for us."

From the way I said that last bit, she knew that I was somehow going to surprise her, but I could see that she couldn't figure out how. She just gave me a Look, then moved to get off of me and stand next to the bed before telling me "Well, come on, then – let's get that shower so I don't feel so yucky, and so we can get some sleep!"

When I was standing next to her, she didn't hesitate to take me by the hand and lead the two of us into the bathroom – where she had me wait while she got the shower turned on and the temperature adjusted to her satisfaction. When everything was ready, she led the way into the shower, and quickly got started on getting me cleaned up. Once that was done, it was my turn, and I had a great time returning the favor; after I'd gotten her mons rinsed off, she told me "You missed a spot", and when I looked at her in confusion, she just smiled and spread her legs, letting me know that she wanted me to clean her insides, too. It was only a few moments before I had my middle finger back inside the hot confines of her vagina, moving it around to make sure that all of my cum was removed. Apparently, I took a little longer than she thought necessary, because she laughed and told me "Look, that feels really good, but I think you've gotten all your stuff out – and if you keep that up, we aren't going to get any sleep tonight!"

Even so, I still saw a brief regret cross her face when I gently withdrew my finger from her.

After each of us had another quick rinse, it was out of the shower, where we 'helped' each other dry off. That consisted of applying a towel to a spot, then fondling it to make sure it really dry; each of us had to make several attempts before we were satisfied that we'd properly tended the others more 'interesting' bits…

From the bathroom, it was into the living room, where I started making 'magician' noises as I showed her that my hands weren't hiding anything (I couldn't have hidden anything, anyway, since both of us were nude), then proceeded to unfold the couch into a bed – and earning myself a small, tinkling laugh from her before she called me a stinker. As I got some of the bedding from one end table, I told her where the rest was; she got it out, and together we got things ready. Once both of us were lying down, she softly nudged me to let me know that she wanted to lie on my side facing away from her; when I was, she quickly moved to spoon against my back and put her arm around me and hug me. I took her hand and lifted it so that I could give her palm a soft kiss before putting it back again. I heard her release a pleased sigh behind me, and I held my hand over hers as the two of us slowly drifted off.

The next morning, I woke up to discover that Jenny and I had reversed positions during the night: I was now spooning against her back, with the addition of having my hand on her breast. I couldn't resist softly running my thumb across her nipple and felt it erect slightly as she told me "Mmmmmm. It feels so good when you do that. It's not like you're trying to get me turned on or anything, just that you like having my tit in your hand."

Mildly surprised that she was awake, I answered "That's because I do like having your tit in my hand. It's warm, and soft and firm at the same time, and your nipple feels like a hard little rubber eraser" before tilting my head to give the back of her neck a kiss – and feeling her shiver in response before she told me "If you keep doing that, we aren't going to have time for me to make YOU some breakfast this morning – so behave yourself, Mister!", the tone of her voice letting me know that she was at least semi-serious about me not doing it again.

Instead, I elected to play with her nipple a little more as I responded "You're making breakfast, huh? Well, whatever you're going to make, I think I'm going to need two helpings, so you probably need to get started!"

She laughed, and pulled my hand away from her breast so she could scoot over a bit and sit up. Looking down at me, I could see the smile on her face before she told me "Yeah? Well, I think I better have two helpings, too, so I don't run out of energy tonight!"

I put a mock-surprised look on my face, making her laugh before she leaned over to give me a good-morning kiss. When our lips parted, I could see how happy she was before she moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. Telling me "You just stay there, and I'll be back in just a bit", she turned and headed for the kitchen. A minute later, I heard my coffeemaker start; just a very few minutes after that, she was back with a cup of coffee. After handing it to me, she said "You just lay there and rest up for tonight; I'll bring breakfast in here."

After hearing my "Yes, Ma'am. As you say, Ma'am", she was smiling again as she headed back for the kitchen.

I was pretty much done with my coffee, and was wondering whether to go get some more or ask her to bring some, when she reappeared with our breakfast – and more coffee. Looking at how much she'd made – scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, toast, orange juice – I wasn't entirely sure that she hadn't made enough for each of us to have two helpings. But once I got a few bites of it in me, I realized just how hungry I was. I also noticed just how much of an appetite SHE had, too; she barely missed eating as much as I did! By the time we were finished, it turned out that she hadn't made too much, after all: aside from the couple of small pieces of sausage and a little bit of scrambled egg that were given to my cat Demosthenes, there wasn't anything left. When Jenny released a soft belch of satisfaction, I couldn't help but laugh, embarrassing her slightly.

After each of us had a final cup of coffee, she let me come into the kitchen to help clean up and take care of the dishes – and patiently tolerated it when I started playing with her cute little ass, or teasing one of her nipples, or any of the other things I did to molest her in the process. With the kitchen cleaned up and the dishes done, it was time for us to share a shower and get ready to go out for the day.

Jenny and I had one Hell of a time; we went places I hadn't been to in entirely too long, we did things that I very rarely got to do, we had fun, we laughed, we played grab-ass (sometimes literally!), and just generally had a damn fine time together. For me, it was as much the company I had as it was the places we went and things we did. Still, there came the point where both of us were ready to call it a day, and head back to my place – and what both of us knew would be keeping us occupied that night.