Dorsai - Taxi

Once I'd closed the door behind us, I turned around, only to have Jenny plaster herself against my front, pulling my head down for a kiss. Surprised, but delighted, I enthusiastically kissed her back; only when our lips parted was I able to ask "I'm not complaining, mind you, but what brought that on?"

Her arms wrapped around me, and she hugged me close before answering "I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed being out with you today."

"And I had fun being with you, too", I answered, "but you didn't answer my question."

She pulled back slightly to look up at me for a few moments before saying "You really don't know, do you?" I shook my head, and she smiled before continuing "I guess that's why: because you were such good company today. At first, I thought you were being on your 'good' behavior, but then I realized that you're just being you – that you didn't have to make any kind of extra effort to be someone that I was glad, even proud, to be with today. I mean, you weren't some choirboy or anything; goodness knows you patted me on the butt enough times! But you were always careful to only do it when nobody was looking, or could see us. And every place we went, you acted like you went to places like that every day, when know you don't get to visit them very often. It was just that you carried yourself with such… I don't know… class, that you just fit in with everybody else. I know you're educated and everything, but after driving cabs all this time, I wouldn't have been surprised if your didn't quite as… refined as you do. The people we met and talked to, I could see that they figured you were someone like them that they just hadn't met yet; because of how much money my parents have, I've met plenty of fairly wealthy people, and I know how snobby they can be – so if you were able to get the kinds of reactions from the people we met that you did, there isn't a doubt in my mind that they thought of you as an equal. People like that, they can spot someone that's just pretending or putting on an act from a mile away; that's when I knew that you were just being yourself, and realized just how much class and everything you have."

I smile back at her and answer "A lady friend – that is, a friend who is very much a lady – told me that 'class' isn't money or job or social status; that it's a matter of respecting yourself and others, and how you treat people. From what I've seen, I think she explained it exactly right."

Jenny got a pleased look on her face as she exclaimed "That's it! That's what I was trying to say, and why I think you've got class! You respect yourself, but without being on some kind of ego trip, and you respect other people, too. And you most definitely treat other people like you'd want them to treat you."

I just smiled down at her, and gently got her turned around so that I could guide her into the living room. Once there, she found a spot on the couch while I got some Mozart going on my stereo. When I came over to take my own seat, she patted the spot next to her to let me know where she expected me to sit. I did as instructed, and she didn't hesitate to snuggle next to me, and pull my arm around her waist. We spent the better part of a couple of hours just sitting there quietly, content to listen to the music and be next to each other.

It was probably midway through the evening when she finally spoke up to say "I know that I really DO have to go home tomorrow, even though I wish I could stay here with you for as long as you'd have me. And it's going to be a long flight home, so I have to get going fairly soon in the morning. But I still want to find out what it's like to make love with you the way you usually do, too."

Knowing what she was getting at, my response was to simply nudge her slightly so that I could stand up and put my hand out toward her. She took it, and let me help her get up from the couch, and then lead her back into the bedroom. Once there, I told her "I want to be the one to undress you; do you want to do me, or watch me do it myself?"

"I just want to watch you", she answered, and I took a small step back so that she could see me better as I calmly went about getting myself naked for her. I didn't pretend to be putting on any kind of show or anything; but the way I did it let her know that I was fully aware of her presence, and doing it just for HER. Once I was nude, I stood there patiently as she looked me over – I could tell that she was trying to burn the look of me into her memory so she'd be able to 'see' me again in the future.

When her eyes told me that she was ready, I stepped close to her again, and carefully went about removing HER clothes, too. As the different bits and areas of her appeared, I would pause to softly caress them with my fingertips, and gently kiss her exposed skin. By the time I knelt down in front of her to slip her panties down her legs, she was already starting to show an aroused blush on her face and shoulders; and her small breasts were visibly tight, her areolas crinkled with her nipples standing out. Slipping my hands under the waistband of her small, brief panties, I could already detect the distinct aroma of her arousal; I detoured briefly to give the small, firm globes of her cute ass a caress and brief squeeze before slipping her panties down. When the crotch of them pulled away from her mons, the scent of her immediately became even stronger; and when I'd slid her panties a little farther down her thighs, I could see that her clitoris was already peeking out from under its hood, and that her labia were parted and faintly glistening with her oils.

Leaning forward, I placed a soft, gentle kiss on her navel and another on her lower belly, just above her sparse pubic thatch. Standing up again, I guided her to turn slightly, then surprised her by picking her up in my arms. After carrying her over to the bed, I gently laid her down on it – then remained standing next to the bed, so that I could look down at her. It took her only a moment to realize that I was trying to memorize the sight of her, just as she'd done of me, and she readily arranged herself so that I had a full, unimpeded view of her entire body.

Once I was satisfied that I wasn't going to forget her any time soon, I moved to lie next to her on the bed. Resting on my side, I put my open hand on her belly before telling her "I know that you enjoyed what we did last night. There were things that you wanted to experience, and I was able to help you find the pleasure that you were after. Now, tonight, it's my chance to show you a different way of finding pleasure, if you'll accept it."

She looked up at me with, if not love, then certainly affection, and answered "I do want to know another way. I don't know if it's going to be the kind of physical pleasure I had last night, but I do know that it will be something that touches me in my heart, and in my soul – because it's YOU doing it, and how much you've come to mean to me. I accept what you're offering me, gladly."

Hearing that, I had reason to hope that the young woman that went back to San Francisco wouldn't be the same person that had called for me from the airport just a few days earlier.

But all of that was for later. Right then, I had the delectable little bundle of the cute and sexy Jenny to tend to. And 'tend to' her, I did.

Leaning over her, I started by kissing her. Not on the lips, as she clearly expected, but on the end of her little button of a nose. Then it was each of her eyes, the corners of her mouth, and the rest of her face – and only then her lips. She parted them slightly in invitation, but I elected to continue onward, to her throat and neck; from there, it was out to the point of her shoulder and back again, with a detour to softly nibble her earlobes, then back across her throat to the other shoulder. Back at her neck again, I raised up enough to kiss her lips again – that time, accepting her offer for our tongues to get reacquainted. As our tongues danced in each others mouths, I started moving my hand on her body, my fingertips tracing butterfly-light trails across her skin.