Dorsai - Taxi

"I was going to, yeah. Would you rather I didn't?"

"Christ, no! I love it when a guy eats me; I was just hoping there was some way I could do you, too…"

She'd told me that she was still able to move her head fairly well, so I didn't doubt that she'd be able to do something. The problem as I saw it was getting us situated to where she could.

After looking around, and thinking about it a little bit, I thought I had a solution. Looking at Evie, I asked "If you're on your side and your legs are bent a little, do you think you could hold yourself like that?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Hearing that, I moved around so that I could roll her onto her side. Knowing that I was trying to help her do something she wanted to do, Evie helped as much as she could. When we were done, she was lying on her side, with her knees bent to give her some front-to-back stability while leaving her comfortable. I quickly grabbed one of the pillows and got it under her head; a little adjustment, and she was in a position that I thought would let both of us have our 'fun'. When I lay down in front of her in a position the would let me get my head between her thighs, she understood why the change in her position: just as my head was even with her pelvis, hers was even with mine – and once I moved close enough, she would be able to do what she wanted with little effort on her part.

Knowing that her range of motion would be limited, I moved myself closer to her until she told me the distance was right. Then I had another thought, and got her arm draped across my hip, telling her "If you want me to move, you can give me a little push or pull whenever you need or want and I'll stop when the pressure stops. That way, I'm never too close or too far for very long."

"Sounds like a plan to me – of course, there isn't any point to all of this unless you let me have your cock!"

Hearing that, there was nothing for me to do but reach between us and lift my semi-erect penis to her lips. When I did, she opened her mouth and fastened onto it like one of those fish you see stuck around a shark's mouth in those nature movies. It took me only a minute to realize that she wasn't going to be able to actually move her mouth on me the way most women would have; but she more than made up for it with the varying combinations of suction, tongue, lips, and enthusiasm she applied.

As for myself, I had a wonderful time after I'd gotten her 'top' leg positioned so that I simply had to apply a slight pressure to keep it in place – that is, out of the way.

I was more than pleased at the sight she presented me: the dark delta of her pubis did little to hide her glistening inner labia – and nothing to block the view I had of her opening and clitoris. Her eager attentions to my manhood only encouraged me to start my own efforts at pleasing her as much as she was pleasing me. My first considered action was to fasten my mouth over the entrance to her vagina and see if I could manage to lick her tonsils from the wrong direction. It turned out that I couldn't, but she made it clear that she appreciated the attempt. With the end of that small endeavor, the next thing to try was to see if I could manage to clean her of all the oils between her legs, using only my tongue. I had some success with that, up until her arousal reached the point that her fluids were leaking out of her as fast as I could collect them. Giving that up as a lost cause, I moved on to see what kind of mischief I could bring to her clitoris; and found that that was a challenge I was able to 'win' – if the number of progressively stronger orgasms I helped her through could be thought of as her 'losing'.

While I was busy with all of that, I still left a part of myself 'on watch' for the pressure of her arm on my hip to let me know she needed or wanted me to move. I have to admit to no small surprise that she was able and willing to take, and keep, my growing penis between her lips. Even when I'd reached full erection, she had over three quarters of my cock in her ever so talented mouth without indicating any discomfort or difficulty.

I'd been able to get my two smallest fingers into her and move them around while teasing her clitoris, and brought her to a fourth orgasm since starting to use my mouth on her when I finally felt her nudge my hip to let me know to move back. I quickly complied with her wishes, and when I'd moved far enough that my cock slipped from her mouth – she managed to give it a kiss before it got too far away – she told me "Fuck, that feels good! Christ, I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed all this, until now! But what I want, now more than ever, is to have you in me. I know I was too damn tight at first, but after what you've been doing with your fingers – which felt great, by the way! – I'm ready to get laid. And it's pretty damn obvious you're ready, too", she finished, with a laugh.

"I guess I can do that, I suppose…" I replied, teasing her.

I heard her start to splutter a little before she realized that I was teasing; then she laughed a little before telling me "Okay, you got me. Ha Ha, very funny. Now, if you're through being a comedian, you might want to get one of those big towels out of the bathroom. I used to get pretty wet inside, and it wasn't anything special for me to leave a big wet spot. I don't think that has changed any, and I doubt that either of us wants the hassle of trying to explain to anybody why there's a big puddle on the bed that smells like used pussy – even if we are both over legal age and consenting adults. Besides which, it's nobody's business but ours."

What she said made sense, so I got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve a towel. When I got back to the bed, she told me "The way I feel, you'd probably better fold it over – and maybe put one of those plastic covers from the drycleaning under it to make sure nothing gets through before we get me shifted around."

All of that sounded a little like overkill to me, but I had to trust that she knew her own body. Besides which, the extra layer of the drycleaning plastic would make sure we didn't leave any incriminating evidence. So I got the plastic cover off some of the clothing she'd had drycleaned, folded it over a couple of times, then put the folded-once towel on top of it. With that done, the next step was to get her repositioned, as she'd said. She was able to help some, so it wasn't but a minute or so before I was able to lift her up enough to slip the plastic and towel under her – making sure that everything was positioned to ensure it caught and contained any 'overflow'.

When I finally moved to get between her legs, it turned out that I had to help her spread them a little more; to my surprise, she was a little embarrassed by it – and a little annoyed, too, until I told her "Evie, it's okay. We both know that there were going to have to be adjustments before this could happen. In this case, the adjustment is physical, instead of something else. it's no big deal, okay?"

That settled her down easily enough. The next thing I knew, though, she was telling me "It looks like you could use a little, uh, freshening up."

It took me a second before I understood that she was referring to my slightly-deflated penis. I hadn't lost much of my erection while we'd been getting situated, but I wasn't fully erect, either. When I looked at her questioningly, she just smiled lecherously and said "If you'll move up here, I think I can take care of that for you."

I had to smile back as I answered "I'm sure you can!"

We tried a couple of things that would let her use her mouth on me again, but neither of them was satisfactory. Finally, Evie just said "Go ahead and straddle my body, and then lean forward. It'll look like hell, but I know you won't put too much weight on me, and I think it's the only way that'll get us lined up right."