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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
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part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
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Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
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taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
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crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me


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Taxi - Chapter 13


I was majoring in Philosophy in college when I realized that the
majority of the "modern" stuff they were trying to teach me was
basically just bullshit.

The thing was that I still had an interest (even passion) for
philosophy and how to use it to solve problems in the Real World. So I
chucked the whole thing and decided to find a career that would let me
meet people and try to use philosophy (in the classical sense) to help
them.

I finally settled on driving a cab instead of becoming a barber or cop
or bartender or anything else that would let me meet a variety of
people. Along the way, I've been able to do what I could to help
people the way I wanted to, and had some pretty unique experiences.
Some of them came as a direct result of my driving a cab, while others
only peripherally involved my profession. Then there were those
occasions where my job simply provided the opportunity for something
else...
break

I was in line at the airport after getting one of my regular fares out
there for his flight to some business conference, and idly speculating
about some of the people in the line for cabs when I saw a woman exit
the terminal and take her place at the end. Dressed in a lightweight
blouse, and skirt that stopped a few inches short of her knees, she
was far enough away that I couldn't make out the details of her face;
but even from where I sat I thought she looked pretty damn good: blond
hair pulled back into a pony tail that hung to about the middle of her
back, slightly buxom, slender waist and trim hips, a compact little
ass, and a pair of legs that went from 'here' to 'there' REAL well.
When I got close to the head of the line, it started looking like the
rig behind me was going to get her as a fare, but what I'd thought
were two separate people turned out to be together -- meaning that I
won the jackpot, as far as I was concerned, when I reached the head of
the line the same time she did.

I hustled out of my cab and did my usual helpful-and-friendly schtick,
and got a chance to look at her a little closer -- and was glad I did:
looking to be maybe in her middle twenties, she was an absolute
knockout: light pink complexion, ice-blue eyes, straight slender nose,
and slightly full red lips. I also discovered that if she was wearing
a bra, it had to be the lightest and thinnest model on the planet; I
didn't have any doubts about where her nipples were. All in all, she
looked like the prototype for your classic California Blond.

Once I'd opened the door to my rig for her, and handed her inside, it
was behind the wheel for me. In the relative confines of my cab, I
could detect the soft pleasant scent of her perfume and started
debating whether I should ask her to marry me before or after I found
out what her name was. But my mouth took care of business for me by
asking her where she was headed, and much to my surprise, she gave me
the name of one of the cheapest decent hotels in town. The place she
was going to had the basic hotel stuff covered, like room service and
the like, but didn't have much to offer beyond that: no concierge, no
laundry, no conference rooms, or any of that. Even their BEST room
would barely qualify as acceptable in the high-end places. But it was
decent, and most of all, cheap -- and did a fair amount of trade with
the businessmen-on-a-budget crowd.

Telling her I knew right where it was, I got us out of the airport,
and started on the longish drive back into town. I'm a damn good
driver, in part because I'm always watching what's going on around me;
not just looking at the couple of vehicles in front of me, but even
farther. So I noticed when the spacing between the vehicles up ahead
got smaller and smaller as they gradually slowed down -- and finally
came to almost a complete halt. I tried to ease my way over to the
righthand lane as soon as I saw what was happening, but didn't get
very far when a group of big trucks got in the way. That left us in
the middle of a four lane parking lot just a few minutes later. My
fare could see what was happening, of course, and was listening
closely when I switched on the radio I keep in my rig for when I
expect to be sitting for a while. I dialed in an all-news station, and
it didn't take but a couple of minutes for them to report that there
had been a big accident up ahead... a good TEN MILES ahead of us, in
fact. I let dispatch know where I was and what was happening, so they
could try to warn as many other drivers as possible to avoid the mess.

I asked my fare if she needed or wanted to get word to her hotel that
she wasn't going to be there quite when she'd expected, and she
decided that it would probably be a good idea. After getting her name
(Peggy Davies), I asked dispatch to call her hotel and let them know
she'd be late. They said they would, which she heard. She thanked me,
and I told her that it wasn't a problem and that I was glad to do it.

After we'd listened to the radio station go through their news cycle
and get back to the accident ahead of us, I asked her if there was
anything she wanted to listen to. She said she didn't, so I just
turned it off.

With nothing else to do, the two of us started making conversation
with each other; I learned that she was in town to make sales
presentations to a couple of stores for the line of womens wear that
she worked for. I also learned that she was single, twenty-eight, and
didn't have any regular guy at home because she spent so little of her
time there due to the fact that she was the most junior of the
salespeople. After a little questioning from her, I had to explain how
I'd ended up driving a cab after dropping out of college; that I'd
done so deliberately simply baffled her. But it didn't stop us from
continuing to chat about different things, and discover that we got
along pretty well. When the meter in my cab hit what the normal fare
to her hotel would be, I stopped it. She saw what I did, and thanked
me after admitting that she was limited by the company on what she
could claim for business expenses. She also gratefully accepted the
coffee I offered her from my thermos.

It took a good nearly an hour before we could go anywhere at all; then
another fourty-five for us to move more than fifty feet. But once
traffic started moving, it didn't take all that long until I had us
moving along at the stately pace of five miles an hour. Even though my
focus was on my driving, it didn't demand enough of my attention to
keep me from maintaining the conversation with Peggy (as she'd
insisted I call her). It was coming up on three hours after she'd
gotten into my rig when I finally pulled up in front of her hotel. She
was relieved to learn that the cab company had called as promised, and
that they'd held a room for her, even though it was past their usual
deadline. I helped get her luggage inside, and up to her room (the
place didn't have anything like bellboys, either); once I'd set her
couple of suitcases on the floor, she dug into her purse and pulled
out enough money to cover the fare -- and a fairly nice tip. After
handing me the money, she said "That's not the way I would have wanted
to spend the last couple of hours, but if it had to happen, I'm glad I
was in your cab."

I accepted it, and thanked her before telling her "I wasn't overjoyed
about it, myself... I'm glad I had somebody as nice as you to make it as
pleasurable as it could have been", earning myself a pleased smile
from her. I started to turn away when she asked me "Jim? I'll be
giving both of my presentations tomorrow, but won't be flying home
until the next day; would you be interested in showing me a little bit
of the nightlife around here tomorrow night?"

"I'd be delighted to", I assured her. "I know a place that serves some
real good beef, if you're interested in a nice supper first."

She looked delighted, and agreed -- but only if she could pay for
dinner, as a way of thanking me for making sure she didn't lose her
room. The place I had in mind was pretty reasonably priced, so I
agreed. It took only a few moments for us to agree that I'd be there
to collect her at 7:30. That settled, made my exit so I could finish
what was left of my shift.

With the prospect of a pleasant evening out in the company of a smart
and pretty girl the next night, the rest of the afternoon passed
easily enough.
break

I got an early start the next morning so that I'd be sure and have
time to get home and get ready for my "date" with Peggy. Seven thirty
found me softly knocking on the door to her room; it took a few
seconds before it opened to reveal that she was ready to go -- in more
ways than what I'd expected. Her hair was tied back in a loose
ponytail, and revealed her soft and slender shoulders had only the
thin straps of her dress to interrupt their loveliness; I wasn't about
to try and guess whether or not she had any makeup on, and really
didn't care. When my eyes dropped a little lower, I could see that she
was showing a nice amount of cleavage while still staying classy. The
dress was a simple design, very tasteful, and moulded to her shape
VERY nicely. It ended about mid-thigh, leaving a delightful expanse of
nicely-turned legs showing. The pumps on her feet made her only a
little bit taller, bringing the top of her head up to about eye level
on me. I released a soft whistle to let her know that I appreciated
the way she looked, and she graced me with a smile that let me know
she was pleased with my reaction. After she'd closed the door behind
her, she took my arm and the two of us went down to my car.

She was delighted by the small steaks we had for supper, and almost
giddy by the time she'd finished the Key Lime pie I'd suggested for
dessert. From there, we were off on a night of visiting some of the
better (and lesser-known) places that I knew of that offered live
music. We chatted, we drank (a little), we danced, and generally had a
pretty damn good time with each other for the next several hours.
Along the way, we started holding hands like a couple of kids; and she
even blessed me with a few happy kisses on the cheek. It was coming up
on midnight when we left the last place, and she was holding my arm
while we walked to where my car was parked. When we got close to it,
she released her hold on me and said "As much as I'd like to stay out
with you like this all night, I still have to get home tomorrow -- so
even though it's the last thing I want to do, I suppose it's time I
got back to the hotel."

I just smiled and answered "Of course" in a way that told her I was
disappointed, too.

I'd kept her company back to the door to her room, and we chatted for
a few moments before I slowly leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on
the lips so that she'd know I was glad to have spent the evening with
her. When she returned it in kind, and let it continue, I gently put
my hand on her hip and held it there so she'd know I wasn't trying to
make any advances. Several seconds passed before I felt her start to
pull her head back, and I didn't try to draw the kiss out any more
that she was comfortable with. After she'd pulled back far enough, she
considered what she saw in my face for a bit before seeming to come to
a decision.

"I had a real good time tonight, Jim. Better than I can remember
having for a long time, in fact. I told you that I don't have a
regular boyfriend. The truth of the matter is that I don't have any
boyfriend; the last one I had broke up with me after I had to go on a
two week sales trip -- and that was six months ago. I've been out with
guys, and had a nice enough time, but there hasn't been anything even
CLOSE to what we had tonight. I know I'm pretty... I mean, I can see the
way a lot of guys look at me. Don't get me wrong: it's nice, knowing
that. But it seems like almost all the guys I meet ONLY see how pretty
I am, and don't get past that. From the way I've seen you looking at
me, I know you like how I look, too; but you're one of the few guys
that has actually taken the time or trouble or whatever to actually
talk to me and try to get to know me. And you've even DONE that more
than the others, too."

Taking a deep breath, she went on "I like sex; I like it a lot. But
only when it's with someone that I have some kind of... connection with:
someone that I like, and that likes ME for what's inside me as much as
what I look like. I mean, if all I wanted was to just get fucked, I
wouldn't have any problem with finding a guy willing to hump me for as
long as he could get it up. But like I said, I want it to mean more
than that. So what happens is that I have a couple of toys at home
that I can use when the physical part of it gets too bad, but getting
someone that I actually want to be with is a big problem. Now that
I've had a chance to talk to you, and get to know you better, I figure
that you're not the kind of guy that just jumps into the sack with
girls -- that you're kind of picky, even. I never liked the kind of
pretend coy bullshit that most girls are into, and we don't have the
time to hint around at it and be polite. So I'm just going to ask you
straight out: would you be willing to help me get laid like I want,
and maybe even spend the night so I have someone I actually like next
to me when I wake up in the morning?"

As she'd talked, it had become pretty obvious what she was getting at;
the only thing that surprised me even a little bit was how direct she
was about asking. The thing was that I did like her, and understood
what she'd said. So not only was I perfectly willing to accede to her
request, but looking forward to the chance to wake up next to HER.
That she was interested in the two of us getting belly-to-belly only
made it better.

"I'd like that...", I told her, "not just getting you laid, but waking
up next to you."

Hearing that, she moved closer and put her arms around me. I happily
took her into my arms, and when she tilted her head back to look at
me, I didn't hesitate to kiss her again -- trying to tell her through
my lips how much I thought of her, and how happy I was to be there
with her.

I can only figure that I succeeded, since she began to kiss me back
the same way. Only when our lips parted by mutual accord did she tell
me "I think I'm going to be glad I had the guts to just come out and
ask you to stay..." before gently pushing me back so she could turn
around and get the door to her room open. After taking me by the hand,
she led the way in before turning to close and lock the door. Facing
me again, she simply told me "I don't have to be at the airport until
a little before noon, so there isn't too much of a hurry; I just want
us to be together as soon as we can..."

With that, she simply moved past me. I followed her the rest of the
way into her room, and got my first look at what the place was like.
As I'd known, the hotel catered to the low-cost business crowd, and
didn't offer much in the way of amenities and services -- and it showed
in the room, too. Not that the place was dumpy or wasn't clean or
anything, just that it was pretty minimalist: she had a bed, a small
table and couple of chairs, dresser, TV, phone, a cheap generic
painting on one wall, a heavily curtained window, and that was about
it. If she'd had a way of getting around, she likely could have gotten
the equivalent at one of the discount motel chains strung along the
freeway for a bit less. But what really mattered to me was that the
room had HER in it. After setting her small handbag on the dresser and
slipping her shoes off, she turned to face me again. I thought I could
see a trace of nervousness on her face, and didn't delay in going over
to where she was standing and taking her into my arms again. The next
kiss that the two of us shared was appreciably more friendly, and
began to take on the undertones of the desire that we felt for each
other.

As our kiss progressed, I gently moved my hands to her hips and
started caressing her from them up along her sides and back again. I'd
only done that a few times when I felt her begin the press herself
against me; taking that as my cue, I gradually expanded my touch to
include her back -- and finally, the nicely rounded globes of her small
ass. She responded to my touch by moving herself even closer to me; I
could feel the hardness of her nipples against my chest even as she
was pressing her pelvis against mine, and knew that she could feel
that I was starting to respond to the feel of her body againt mine. It
wasn't until I'd squeezed the cheeks of her butt a few times
(delighted by how firm they felt) that I felt her move her hands up to
begin unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing. That prompted me to
reciprocate the favor by sliding my hands to the top of her dress
until I could take hold of the tab of the zipper, and ease it down.

Bowing to necessity, she took a small step away from me so that she
could reach the rest of the buttons on my shirt; she didn't seem to
mind in the slightest when I slid her dress off her shoulders and it
slid to the floor. That left her standing there in just an incredibly
sheer bra and all but nonexistent panties. Through the filmy material
of her bra, I could easily see that the tips of her breasts were a
dark pink and that her nipples were about the size of a small marble --
and were already standing out from the small crinkled mounds of her
areolas. Farther down, I saw that her panties barely covered her mons;
I only got to look at her for a few seconds before she had her hands
busy with my shirt again.

When she'd gotten my shirt pulled off and tossed to lay on the small
table in her room, her next considered action was to get her hands on
my belt buckle. As she was getting it undone, she stayed right with me
as I slipped my feet out of my shoes and nudged them aside. By that
time, my belt was undone and she was working to get my pants
unfastened. I pulled my abdomen in a little, and that seemed to be all
she needed; after her trembling hand pulled down the zipper of my fly,
she knelt down as she slid my pants down my legs. After I'd stepped
out of them, her eyes were locked on where my semi-erect cock was
creating a bulge in my shorts. Licking her lips, she reached out again
the slip her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly pulled them down.
I heard a small gasp when my cock popped free after she'd lowered my
shorts enough, and watched as her face began to develope a faint tinge
from her increasing arousal.

When my shorts were around my ankles, she softly nudged each of the
calves of my legs so that she could remove my socks before collecting
my clothes from the floor. Calmly stepping out of the puddle her dress
made on the floor, she stepped over to lay my things out on the table
before collecting her dress and draping across the back of a chair. As
she was doing that, I had the chance to have a nice look at her ass.
Small and tight, I could see how smooth and flawless it was because
there wasn't anything as mundane as cloth covering it: the material
from her panties met at the top of the cleft of her ass as three
relatively thin strands, leaving her lovely ass cheeks exposed.

When she turned around, she could see that I had responded even more
to the view she'd given me. With a pleased smile on her face, she
moved to stand close enough to me that I could have taken her in my
arms again. But before I could move to do just that, she looked up
into my face and simply told me "Your turn, now."

After I tilted my head forward so that I could start kissing her
again, I reached out and slid my hands up and down her waist and hips
a couple of times before reaching around and taking careful hold of
the back strap of her bra. It took only a few moments to get it
unfastened; once I'd nudged it out of the way, I spent several happy
seconds caressing the smooth expanse of her back as our kissing
intensified. When we finally had to come up for air, I knelt in front
of her as I slowly drew my fingertips down and around to the upper
edge of the panties she was allegedly wearing. Slipping my fingers
underneath, I carefully began to slide them off her hips. My head was
close enough to her pelvis that I could easily detect the exciting
aroma of aroused female, and I felt my cock growing even longer and
harder in response. When I started to lower them, I first thought that
she kept her bush trimmed uncommonly small -- and soon discovered that
she simply didn't bother: she shaved her entire mons, leaving her
completely bare. The sight only added fuel to the lustful fires
building in my loins.

For the entire evening, I'd thought that she had on a particularly
fine pair of stockings; knelt in front of her, I saw that I was wrong:
what I'd been pleased about had simply been her bare legs. Legs that I
soon discovered were not only nicely shaped, but smooth and firm, as I
ran my hands down them while getting her panties low enough for her to
step out of them.

Once she was clear of the impediment of her panties, I took the time
to run my hands along the length of her trim legs before reaching out
and cupping her bare ass in my hands and giving it a few tender
squeezes. When I finally stood up again, I got a double surprise: not
only hadn't she finished taking her bra off herself, but it so closely
moulded to the shape of her that it hadn't fallen off on its own,
either. Ever the gentleman, I assisted her by slowly removing that
last "obstruction" and setting it aside. Having nothing to impede the
view, I could see that her breasts were roughly the size of half a
softball, and didn't appear to sag in the slightest. Her nipples had
gotten a bit longer, and her areolas protruded slightly from the
larger mounds of her mammaries, but weren't the 'puffies' that I'd
seen on other women. I couldn't resist the urge to lean forward and
place a kiss on the peak of each of them, drawing a soft gasp and
pleased smile from her. With both of us naked, I stepped closer to her
and took her into my arms. As we held each other close, I softly told
her "You aren't just pretty, as you said. I'm an authority on these
things, so you can take my word for it: you're lovely. I'm grateful
that you would be willing to let me look at you like this."

"You don't look bad yourself, there, fella", I heard her answer. I'd
started working out some time before, so I knew that while I didn't
have six-pack abs, I was still fit.

We stood there for a few more seconds before she quietly said "Now,
about this getting laid business..."

I had to laugh for a moment before releasing her; together, we went
over to the bed and I helped her pull the bedcovers down before we
both climbed in and met in the middle. After we'd shared a few kisses,
she told me "Just so you know, you don't have to worry about birth
control. I'm on the Pill, more for convenience than need, I'm sorry to
say."

"Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that", I told her,
getting a small laugh in return.

Our lips met again, and as we rekindled our passion, I placed my hand
over her breast. She released a soft, short moan, and I began to
explore the warm bundle of flesh in my hand and its twin; it didn't
take me long to conclude that her breasts were as wonderful to hold as
they were to look at: each nicely overfilled my hand, and felt smooth
and soft on its surface while having the firmness of a marshmallow
underneath. My fingertips easily found the circle where her areolas
rose up from the surrounding flesh, and carefully mapped their pebbled
surface before continuing onward. Her nipples were apparently made of
some new rubber-like plastic with amazing capabilities: even as I was
gently teasing and pulling on them, they would get longer and harder.
When erect, they stood out a good half an inch from their base. I was
having a dandy time amusing myself with them when she reached between
us and took my semi-erect penis in her hand. As she started slowly and
gently stroking me, I figured it wouldn't be polite to let her get too
far ahead of me -- and reciprocated by caressing my way down her body
until my hand was at HER pelvis. Her mons being shaved, there wasn't
anything to keep me from enjoying how soft and smooth it was; when my
fingers first eased between her legs, she quickly moved one aside in
invitation for me to explore farther. It didn't take me long to
discover that her labia were somewhat long: I could feel their edges
simply by running my fingertip along her cleft. Further investigation
let me know that they were also thin and soft -- and the area between
them already wet with her juices.

Farther up, her clitoris had started to make its appearance; with the
encouragement it got from my fingertip, it soon threw off its cloak so
that I could tend to it properly. The size of a small pea, it proved
to be very sensitive to my touch. Peggy's soft moans quickly and
steadily grew in frequency and volume when I used the oils she was
producing to lubricate things as I softly petted it. That also
inspired her to stimulate ME more, too, and it didn't take much time
before she had me fully erect.

Once she was satisfied that I was as ready as I needed to be, she was
panting softly as she told me "I want you in me... it's been too damn
long, and you're making me crazy. I'll do whatever you need to get
ready again, but I've got to have you in me now!"

I'll admit to being surprised at hearing that so soon; but if she said
she was ready, then I had to figure she was. When I eased my hand from
between her legs, she moved from laying on her side to being on her
back before pulling her knees up and spreading her legs. I got to my
knees so that I could move to between her legs, but before I could
start to move she told me "I know I'm already so wet inside -- but
it'll be easier if you let me get YOU wet on the outside" before
licking her lips suggestively. I moved closer to her head, and she
raised her body enough to support herself on her elbow before turning
her head and opening her mouth. Before I had time to even think about
it, she'd taken half my length into her mouth and was using her tongue
to do some rather interesting things as she applied her saliva to my
manhood.

While I would have been willing to let her continue her efforts for,
say, the next couple of years, she was satisfied sooner than that:
with me as hard as possible, and suitably lubricated, she let me slip
from between her lips and lay down again. It took me only a few
seconds to get myself in position; then I took a few more to look her
over: the firm thighs that led my gaze to her bare mons, with her
slightly parted inner labia visible at the bottom of her cleft. Even
as I was looking at her, she reached down and covered the lower part
of her mound before using her fingers to open herself up to me and
letting me see the glistening ring of her opening. I could swear it
winked at me before I heard her plaintive "Please?"

Leaning forward, it took only a few moments for me to get the head of
my erection between her fingers and gently pressing against the
entrance to her womanhood. As I pressed myself forward, I could feel
her deliberately relaxing herself as I slowly penetrated her farther
and farther. When the head of my cock slipped through, I held myself
still for a few seconds -- both to see if she needed or wanted time to
get used to me (she HAD said it had been months for her), and to let
myself get used to the incredible warmth and tightness of her.

She pulled her hand from between us, then put it and the other on my
ass and pulled on me, trying to get me farther into her; apparently,
the only problem she had was that I wasn't moving fast enough for her.
Lowering my body so that I was supporting myself on my elbows, I
nuzzled her ear as I arched my hips and started sliding more and more
of my hard cock onto the tight confines of her pussy. I was able to
keep filling her with that slow thrust until my balls were resting
against the bottom of her ass -- something made possible only by the
combination of how wet she was, and the liberal coating of saliva
she'd left on my cock. Both of us could feel that I was inside her
about as far as I could go, and I heard her softly say "Damn, that
feels good!".

I had to agree, since her warm sheath was wrapped around my entire
length, feeling like it was at LEAST one size too small. Feeling how
wet she was inside, and from how she'd wanted me to get my cock in her
as soon as she had, I didn't figure that there wouldn't be any
problems if I wanted to start moving in her. After taking a moment to
enjoy the feeling of her vagina clamped around me while the warm
pillows of her breasts pressed against my chest, I began slowly easing
myself back out of her until only about a quarter of my penis was
still inside her before reversing direction and filling her again.
Arching her hips up in welcome to my penetration, she released a deep
moan of pleasure that lasted until my pelvis came into contact with
hers. I repeated my actions several more times, each a little faster
and harder than the one before, and her response left no doubt that
she really did enjoy sex -- a LOT.

It wasn't long before I was steadily pistoning in and out of Peggy's
girl chamber, and hearing as her increasing wetness added a distinctly
liquid tone to our activity. The abundance of her fluids also resulted
in the unique aroma of aroused female getting steadily thicker in the
air. And as if all that wasn't enough to keep me interested, she was
also considerably more vocal than most women I'd been with. Not that
she was loud or anything, but that she was actually talking as I moved
in her -- telling me such things as "Oh, god, yes, fuck me!" and
"Ohhhhh, that feels so good!" and other such verbal encouragements. I
already knew that I was a good lover from the reactions I usually got
from women; but the kind of feedback I was getting from Peggy was as
clear and unambiguous as could be.

I was in that phase where the sex was feeling better and better, but
not yet approaching release, when she started having a series of small
orgasms. I doubt that the first one lasted more than a couple of
seconds, but she clearly found it satisfactory. A couple of minutes
later, she had another one that was a trifle stronger. After that,
they started happening for her with gradually decreasing time in
between, and increasing intensity. With each one, she would get
tighter around me and her vagina would go through a number of mild
spasms; by the time it was over, she'd be a little wetter and even
warmer inside -- and just as tight around me as when I'd first entered
her. The end result was that each of HER climaxes was pushing me
closer and closer to my own. It was when she had three progressively
more powerful orgasms in what couldn't have been longer than a single
minute that the cumulative effect of all the stimulation got to me.
With a deep groan of my own, I buried myself in her as far as I could,
just ahead of the first eruption of my cock. I don't know if it was
because I was trying to fill her with my cum, or simply because that
was what her orgasm was going to be like anyway, but the clenching of
her vagina didn't begin to taper off until after I'd emptied myself in
her.

Panting slightly, I was holding myself over her when I felt her wrap
her arms around me and pull me close so she could shower my face and
neck and shoulders with a multitude of kisses as she repeatedly
thanked me and told me how good I'd made her feel. She finally
released her hold on me, and I was able to raise up enough to see her
face; still a bit flushed from her arousal, there was no mistaking the
sheer joy on it. Her eyes were twinkling when she told me
"In-fucking-credible! I knew I was going to have orgasms, but I never
expected them to be like that... I've had guys tell me that the way I
feel inside when I orgasm makes them climax sooner than they want to --
so there haven't been a lot of times that anybody has been able to
make me feel THAT good. And now you're being such a dear by staying
with me, instead of pulling out and going to sleep. I thought you were
someone special before... but now...!"

I got her to quiet down through the simple expedient of kissing her;
if I'd had any doubts before then, the way she returned my kisses made
it amply clear that I'd brought her no small measure of satisfaction
and pleasure.

The next couple of minutes were spent with the two of us
intermittently sharing small, soft kisses -- not just lip to lip, but
to each other's face, neck, and shoulders, as well. While we were
doing that, my penis was gradually shrinking inside the tight confines
of her womanhood. When it was clear that I wouldn't be able to stay in
her much longer, she surprised me by blushing slightly before telling
me "When you slip out of me... I... I'd kind of like it if you could, um...
move off of me, that way" -- nodding her head the direction away from
the door where I figured the bathroom was -- "so I can get out of bed
and into the bathroom. I'm not worried about getting pregnant or
anything; I just don't want to make a big ol' wet spot we'd have to
sleep in, and I want to clean up a little so I'm ready when you are
again."

I smiled before giving the tip of her nose a small peck and answering
"I can do that. I don't want us to sleep in a big ol' wet spot,
either." She blushed again before I asked "So you think you want to
stay up long enough for me to be ready again?", teasing her.

Somewhat bashfully, she answered "Yeah, I do. I know that all happened
kinda quick for you, and I want to find out how good it can be with
you when we take our time."

"Well, I don't think you'll have to wait too long for that--" I replied.

About then, I could feel it as my penis finally started to pull free
of her. Doing as she'd asked, I managed to get myself off of her and
out of the way as quickly as possible. Cupping her hand against her
crotch, she hurried to scoot to the edge of the bed before making a
dash into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Amused, I was
content to simply lay on my back with my hands behind my head as I
waited for her to reappear. When she did, she saw me watching her, and
faintly blushed before showing me that she had a damp cloth and towel
in her hands. From the way she was looking at me, I got the idea that
she wanted to clean my pelvis of our combined juices herself, so I
held still as she did just that. Once she was satisfied with her
handiwork, she took the things back into the bathroom before getting
back onto the bed with me and snuggling into my side. I put my arm
around her so that I could hold her breast in my hand; she sighed her
contentment before putting her hand on my chest and resting her arm on
me.

We lay there like that in silence for several minutes before I heard
her say "It makes me feel so good to just be next to you like this.
I'd probably get into trouble with the femininists if they ever heard
me say this, but it just feels nice to be laying next to the guy that
just made me feel so darn good while he was screwing me. And I like
the way you're touching me, too -- how you're holding my tit, I mean. I
can feel it when you move your fingertips, and I know that you're
doing that just because you like the way I feel; you're not getting
worked up because you're playing with my tit, you're just enjoying the
way my skin feels and that's just where your hand happens to be. And
it makes ME feel good, knowing that you like touching me that way.
Nobody has ever gotten past just getting their hands or mouths on my
tits, and touched me the way you are. It lets me know that you like me
for more than just how I look, and that you care -- that there's a
connection between us, like I like to have."

After hearing that, I couldn't resist running my thumb across her
nipple (she tilted her head back to smile up at me, knowing that I was
just being mischievous) before I answered "Yeah, I like holding your
breast in my hand; it's warm, and soft and firm at the same time, and
moving my fingertips around like that lets me enjoy how smooth it is,
too. I do care about you, Peggy, and there IS a connection between us.
We actually like each other for who we are -- for what we see in each
other. Yes, you're certainly attractive and sexy; but if we hadn't had
the chance to get to chat and learn a little about each other while we
were waiting for that traffic jam to clear up, I don't think that
either one of us would have given the other another thought after I
dropped you off. Then, tonight, we got to know each other better, and
found that there's a lot that we have in common -- but that there's
enough different between us to make things interesting, too. So yeah,
there's a connection there, and I like it as much as you do."

When I'd finished, she looked up at me again to smile before nestling
her head into the hollow of my shoulder. Both of us were content to
just lay there next to each other as we got ourselves recharged for
the next go-round. As I continued to delight in the smooth surface of
her mammary, she started doing the same to me, and letting her hand
wander around my my chest and belly.

I knew that she was feeling frisky again when her hand began to drift
lower and lower. Her fingers finally came into contact with my flaccid
penis, and after she'd nudged it with her fingers a few times, she
took it into her hand and gave it a couple of experimental strokes.
When she didn't get the response she was hoping for, I heard her ask
"You think we can get this thing working again now?"

I gave her breast a gentle squeeze and ran my fingers across her
nipple before answering "I don't suppose it would hurt anything to at
least try. Of course, there's no point, really, if THAT'S working and
you aren't ready -- how about if we see if we can't help each other out
a little?"

She tilted her head to look at me again, and I could hear the mix of
amusement and pleased anticipation in her voice when she answered "I
think I'd like that..."

From there, it took less than a minute before we were in the classic
"69" position with her on top of me. As she was taking my cock in her
hand, I got my first good look at her deforested mound. Her mons was
full and distinct, flowing from the front of her pelvis to between her
thighs in a smooth curve; along the lower half of her cleft, the edges
of her labia protruded slightly. Visibly soft, they were indeed
thinner than most I'd seen. Realizing that I was looking at her must
have aroused her, because I saw her thin petals get a trifle darker
and thicker. When I shifted my focus, I could also see that the hood
of her clitoris was starting to make an appearance. I didn't have any
difficulty detecting the unique aroma of her increasing arousal, and
finally lifted my head so that I could slip my tongue between the
delicate gates guarding her womanhood.

There weren't a lot of her oils available to me, since we'd just
gotten started; but the little bit that I was able to gather proved to
be light, with a faintly sweet tanginess that I found delightful. With
my hands on the firm globes of her ass, I went about seeing just how
much fun I could have with her bare playground.

It was certainly a different experience, being able to use my lips and
tongue and mouth anywhere on her soft, smooth skin. I didn't have any
problem understanding why some guys really went for women that shaved
themselves this way, and appreciated that I didn't have to worry about
having my nose tickled the wrong way, or dealing with a stray or loose
pubic hair. That it also made her look younger -- even child-like --
didn't hurt things, either. I had a pleasant time using the tip of my
tongue to tease her clitoris into coming out from under its cloak;
being able to directly kiss, and use my lips to nibble on, the tender
ridges of her mons was unique and enjoyable. So, too, was gently
pulling on her soft labia, and even softly sucking on them. My efforts
met with no small measure of success, and I soon had a ready and
almost constant supply of her nectar to lap up as she pressed her
crotch down in encouragement. She also took me into her mouth; and
soon had me erect with the application of an incredible combination of
suction, head-bobbing, and tongue action that varied widely from one
minute to the next.

After the way she'd responded to having my cock in her, I wasn't
shocked when Peggy had a small climax as I was using my tongue on her
clitoris; I just welcomed the increase of her tasty juices that
resulted, then went back to wreaking whatever oral mayhem I could
between her thighs. I managed to get my tongue partway through her
opening before her next orgasm pushed it back out again. Then it was
back to her clitoris for another orgasm, and then to the entrance to
her vagina for a fourth. I cheerfully toggled between bedeviling her
clitoris, and trying to see if I could lick her tonsils from where I
was, as I again brought her to -- and through -- a couple more before
she let my erection slide from between her lips to tell me "If you
don't stop doing that, either we're going to be up all night because
you have to wait for me to recover from all the damn times you make me
cum, or I pass out and you have to fuck me while I'm unconcious. Now,
I need to get some sleep tonight, and I don't think you want to be
humping what wouldn't be any better than a sex toy -- but it's up to
you."

I didn't figure I liked either of those choices, either. After running
my tongue between her labia and getting one last taste of her, I
answered "Well, if that's the way you're going to be about it, I guess
I'll just have to stop. Just when I was getting good at it, too!"

That last part drew a laugh from her before she told me "If you think
that's just 'getting good', then I don't want to be anywhere NEAR you
for what you'd call 'excellent'! You'd kill me, likely as not!"

After I kissed the inside of her thigh in response, she carefully got
herself off of me; when she'd turned around so she was facing me, she
said "After you made me feel so good, I'd like us to go a little
slower now, and do something for you."

Playfully, I told her "If you want to be on top, then climb aboard. If
you're doing all the work, then that just means I get to play with
your fun parts!", making her laugh and give me the fish-eye before
getting to her knees, and then straddling my waist. When she reached
between us to take my erection in her hand, I made a little bit of a
show of reaching up and cupping her breasts in my hands. With an
amused smile on her face, she leaned forward and lifted her cute
little butt up so that she could position the end of my cock against
her opening; when she did, I raised my head and torso far enough to
get my mouth on the peak of one of her breasts, and start sucking on
it as I tongued her nipple. Even after she'd gotten me wedged against
the warm, wet entrance to her vagina, she stayed where she was so that
I could duplicate my actions on the other breast -- leaving both of
them sporting erect nipples that shined with my saliva when I finally
lowered my head again.

Feigning a tone of weary resignation, she asked me "Are you happy, now?"

Grinning, I answered "For now...", causing her to give up any pretense
of being serious when she smiled down at me. A moment later, I felt it
as she started to lower herself onto my erection; there was a brief
struggle between the tight ring of her opening and the end of my cock
-- it took only a couple of seconds before the head slipped through,
causing her to gasp slightly. From there, it didn't take her long to
get herself securely mounted on me, with the bottom of her ass resting
against the top of my thighs. As she held herself still on me, I
gently squeezed the firm masses of her breasts, and ran my thumbs
across her nipples, several times before she finally started to move.
Though her initial efforts were small and slow, it couldn't have taken
two minutes before she was enthusiastically sliding herself up and
down nearly the entire length of my manhood at a steady clip.

As nice as her ass had felt in my hands when she was holding still, I
had to find out what it felt like when she was putting it to use as
she was then. Releasing her breasts, I slid my hands down her body,
then around, so that I could hold the cheeks of her ass as she
continued to bounce herself up and down on me as though she were on a
pogo stick. Beneath my hands, I could feel the muscles of her ass
clenching and relaxing as she moved; I could only wonder at how
something that fit and strong could still look so good, and so sexy.

Above my head, I saw that Peggy's breasts were swaying slightly in
time with her movements; raising up a bit, I was able to stick my
tongue out far enough so that one of her nipples brushed across the
end of it. It took a couple times of that happening before she looked
down to see what was going on; when she did, she managed to give me a
brief smile before once more getting lost in the pleasure she was
getting from her self-impalement.

I wasn't able to continue that for as long as I wanted to, and finally
had to let my head rest on the bed again. But rather than just lay
there, I released the soft hold I had on her tight buns in favor of
using my hands to begin caressing her. With a variety of touches, I
mapped every square millimeter of her soft skin that I could reach --
from her earlobes to her shoulders to her breasts to her back and all
the way down to the calves of her legs, there wasn't a part of her
that I didn't go over several times, slowly and in lovingly gentle
detail. By the time I was finished, I could see that her breasts were
somehow "tighter" than they'd been, and her areolas puckered well out
from the flesh that supported them. She'd also developed a slight
flush that extended all the way down to the upper slopes of her
breasts; even her breathing was coming faster between her exclamations
and assurances that she liked what we were doing.

Her movements on my hard penis had gradually gotten shorter and
faster, and she was wearing a fine sheen of perspiration that looked
lovely on her when she practically slammed herself down, and then
tried to press herself even farther onto me as she started what was
clearly a powerful release for her. The climax I'd had with her had
still been to recent for me to do anything but enjoy the sensation of
her hot, wet pussy rhythmically gripping the entire length of my
manhood. Knowing how much effort she'd exerted, and seeing how her
orgasm was hitting her, I was watching closely when it began to taper
off. Near the end, I saw her eyes open just ahead of her arms
beginning to shake from the effort of holding herself up. I quickly
took her into my arms and told her "C'mon, lay down, and get yourself
together, okay?" She nodded her agreement, and let me guide her down
so that she was laying on top of me. Her firm breasts made for a pair
of nice, warm pillows around the nipples that were pressing into my
skin; her head was resting against my shoulder as I put my arms around
her, and began softly stroking her back while murmuring soft words of
comfort to her.

It took a couple of minutes for her to get her breathing back under
control, and perhaps half again as long before she had enough strength
back to raise up and kiss me before telling me "I don't know who
you've been having sex with, but she is one damn lucky woman. As nice
as it felt to have your cock in me, the way you were touching me was
the icing on the cake -- I knew I was going to have a nice orgasm, but
you made it SO much better with what you were doing."

I happily kissed her back, a couple of times, before answering "It
isn't just one; I just tried to learn something from each of them so
that I could make the next one feel that much better, is all."

With a snort, she told me "Judging by how you've been making me feel,
I'd have to guess that you've probably been with six different women a
day for the last ten years to have learned THAT much!"

I couldn't help but smile at her exclamation before gently pulling her
back down so that the two of us could exchange several tender and
affectionate kisses. With more of her strength back by then, Peggy
started to lift herself up again -- and felt my hard cock move inside
her. The stunned expression on her face was almost comical, and I
managed to keep my expression neutral when she almost demanded "Didn't
you cum? Mine was enough that I couldn't tell; I just figured you did.
Is something wrong?"

She let me pull her close and kiss her again, then I answered "No, I
didn't cum, and no, there's nothing wrong; it's just still a little
too soon from last time. If you want us to keep going, then it'll
probably happen next time."

It took a second before she was able to respond with "If I want us to
keep going? Hell, yes, I do! I wanted to get laid, and you're doing a
damn fine job of it, mister! You're making up for months of doing
without, all by yourself. IF I want us to keep going...", the last in a
tone that let me know she thought I was being particularly dense.

To try and mollify her a bit, I gently pulled her into another kiss --
one that went on longer than I'd initially meant for it to, due
primarily to her tongue teasing mine into a rousing game of "Tag".
Only when it was over (damned if I know who won, and don't care) did
she pull back again to say "I'm all for us going on, but not like we
just did -- I'm too damned tired to finish it."

"I think I can take over from here", I assured her. "Think you'd be
okay with me behind you?"

It took only a second for her to brighten up and answer "I think I'd
be way better than just 'okay' with it!", and giving me a quick kiss
before raising up and then easing herself off of me -- and softly
moaning in disappointment as she did. When she got herself clear of my
body, I saw her seem to go "inside" herself as I got to my knees. By
the time I was facing her, she'd come out of whatever place in her
mind she'd been, and was looking at me rather speculatively.

I simply stayed where I was, looking at her as I waited to see if
whatever it had been was something she wanted me to know about. I
wasn't anywhere near prepared to hear her tell me "If... if you want to...
I mean, if you don't think it's gross, or anything... I... I'd like to
find out what it's like to... to be fucked in the ass."

I could only raise my eyebrow in question, and she told me "It's
something I've thought about before, and the idea of having a guy
doing that to me really turns me on. I never asked anyone to do that
before because I didn't want them to think I'd do it ALL the time, if
I didn't like it for some reason. I'm not so much worried about it
hurting, 'cause I wouldn't want to do it with someone that I didn't
think would take it easy on me, as I am what he might think about me
for wanting to try it. But I don't think that you're the kind of
person to judge somebody about something like that, and I know that I
can trust you to be nice about it, and even stop if I want you to. If
you don't want to for some reason, that's fine -- I mean, I know that
you fucking me the regular way is going to feel good, and make me have
another orgasm, and everything. I just wanted to know if you'd be
willing to help me find out what that felt like."

While it wasn't my first choice for how to have sex with a woman, I
certainly didn't have any objections to Peggy's offer to let me have
her anally. She was (obviously) a grown woman, and after she'd
explained herself that way, there wasn't anything for me to say,
except "If that's what you want, we can give it a try. But the minute,
the second, it hurts you, we call it off, right?"

"You betcha!", she hastened to assure me. After a second, she realized
that if we were going to do that, it was to her benefit to get
something to make it possible; after telling me "Just a sec...", she
scrambled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. She reappeared a
few moments later with a small plastic bottle in one hand, and a
couple of hand towels in the other; when she was on the bed with me
again, she told me "This is some baby oil I use to keep my skin soft.
Ummm... how did you want to do this?" -- then blushed when she realized
what she'd just asked before adding "Getting the oil on, I mean..."

I couldn't help but grin at her as I answered "Probably be easier if
you got me lubed up, then I did you.", deliberately making the
double-entendr�, making her blush even deeper ... and her nipples
re-erect.

It took a moment for her to regain her composure; when she did, she
set the towels aside and opened the bottle; after she squirted a
healthy dollop of the oil into her palm, she reached down to where my
erection was waving in the air in time with my heartbeats. It took
only a few seconds for her to get me thoroughly coated with the baby
oil, and after she'd wiped the surplus off her hand, she handed me the
bottle saying "You're not going to be stingy with this stuff, right?"

I assured her that I wasn't, and she turned away from me before
lowering herself so that her shoulders were on the bed. Reached back,
she put her hands on her ass and spread herself so I could apply the
oil. With her spread that way, I could easily see that her labia had
gotten darker with her increased arousal -- and perhaps a bit longer
and thicker, too, in anticipation. After squirting a little of the oil
into my palm, I let it warm up for a few moments before cupping my
hand at the top of her ass and gently pouring it so that it ran down
the crack of her ass and across the pucker of her anus. Using a
forefinger, I gently spread the oil around before adding a little more
to what was already there; then I slowly and carefully worked into her
nether opening, and a little beyond. As I was doing that, I heard her
release a couple of soft moans as the area between her labia got
visibly wetter.

Once I was satisfied that I could get into her that way, I close the
oil and set it aside before wiping my own hand off. Moving closer to
her, I levered my erection down and held the end of it so that it was
touching -- but not pressing against -- the rosette of her rectum before
telling her "Just so you know, this is only going to happen as fast as
you LET it. I am not going to push you, and if you want me to stop at
any time, I will."

She turned her head enough to look back at me before answering "I know
you're not going to do anything to hurt me, but thanks for saying it,
anyway. Go ahead, whenever you're ready."

With one hand on her hip to steady myself, I used the other to hold my
cock in position as I started pressing myself against her -- gently at
first, the slowly increasing the pressure to not only reassure her
that I was going to take it easy on her, but also to give her time to
let me know if she was having any problems or second thoughts.

Once I felt her begin to open up to me, I carefully maintained the
same pressure against her so that I kept my promise to her that it
would happen only as fast as SHE let it. I could feel it as she went
through a period of relaxing enough to let me in a little ways,
tightening again, then relaxing. There were a few times when we (she)
lost a little progress, but over the course of the next few minutes,
we got closer and closer to getting the head of my manhood through the
tight portal of her back entry. I could feel that I was almost through
when she suddenly rocked herself back hard and far enough to make it
happen.

Other than releasing a loud gasp, she didn't indicate that she had any
problems with having me in such an intimate place as she held herself
still again. I asked if she was okay, and she didn't hesitate to let
me know that she was before adding "It doesn't actually hurt, or
anything -- it just feels damn strange to have something in me like
that... GOOD, but strange. And you feel positively huge! Just let me get
used to it a bit, could you?"

I told her that was fine, and waited patiently while I felt her
gradually learning to accept what was happening. She released her hold
on her ass in favor of filling her hands with some of the bed covers;
perhaps a minute went by without my feeling any change in her when she
told me "Okay, I think I'm ready. Just take it slow at first, until
I'm sure, okay?"

Putting the hand that had been holding my penis on her other hip, I
slowly began to press myself farther and farther into her. I could see
that her grip on the bedding had turned her knuckles white, but the
low moan she made as I carefully sank my manhood into her bowels told
me that I was far from hurting her. I stopped my forward movement only
when my pubic hair was the only thing between my pelvis and the crack
of her ass.

It seemed to take her a few moments to realize that I was in her as
far as I could go; when she did, I heard her tell me "This feels so
much better than I thought it would! The rest of you was easy, once
you were inside; it felt like your dick was ten feet long, you were
going so slow."

Though she still had something of a death-grip on the covers, I could
see that her knuckles weren't white any more. Comfortable that she was
okay, I held myself still in her for a few seconds before slowly
easing myself back out of her for about half my length. After only a
brief pause, I pressed myself back into her, then held still. When I
didn't move again for several seconds, she told me "That was fine, you
moving your dick like that. Keep going!"

That was all I needed to hear, and I gladly went about sliding my
oiled cock back and forth through the tight ring of her anus... slowly
and gently at first, but as she let me know that she was ready and
willing for me to become more "active", with increasing speed -- and
even force. It wasn't but a very few minutes before I felt her have an
orgasm; not just one of the "little" ones that she'd started out with
before, but something much closer to the last one she'd had. The
clenching of her vagina along the bottom of my penis as I see-sawed in
and out of her felt incredible, and moved me a good way toward finding
my own release. A couple more minutes went by, and I could feel that
she was getting ready to climax again; and I also knew that when it
happened, I was almost certainly going to cum with her because of the
increasing pressure in my groin from how good it felt to be fucking
her tight little ass.

Trying to draw out, and intensify, the pleasure for both of us, I
slowed and lengthened my strokes into her warm bowels; I doubt that I
delayed our releases by more than a minute or two, though -- both of us
were simply too aroused, and the pleasure too great.

When I felt her start to clamp down with the start of her orgasm, I
practically slammed myself into her as far as I could get; the
sensation of her vagina underneath my cock caused my climax to be
stronger and longer than any I'd had in a good, long time. Only when I
was able to draw a breath again did I realize that I could hear a
high-pitched noise; when I looked, I saw that Peggy's head was thrown
back and the tendons in her neck were stretched out like steel cables
-- and the noise I was hearing was a whine coming out her nose because
her jaws were so tightly clenched. It was the first time I'd ever seen
anything like that, and it actually distracted me from how my cock
still felt in her for a couple of seconds.

For good or ill, the human body can only stand so much pleasure for so
long before it has to take a break; when that break came for Peggy, it
left her exhausted. I'm sure that if I hadn't still had my hands on
her hips to hold her steady, she would have simply collapsed right
where she was. I judged it prudent to rescue my quickly-deflating
penis from her nether regions before carefully easing her over so that
she was laying on the bed. When I looked into her face, I could see
that she was awake and somewhat alert, and plainly stunned by what
she'd just experienced. Pulling my pants on, I made a quick run to the
vending machines the hotel had by the elevators, and brought back a
couple of sodas for each of us. After setting them where I could reach
them, I slipped my pants back off and got back into bed. After I'd
gotten the hand towels refolded and positioned, Peggy wasn't able to
provide any help as I got her sitting upright and next to me so that I
could hold her. Getting one of the soda, I opened it and drained
nearly half of it before turning and putting it to her lips. When she
realized I was offering her something to drink, she opened her mouth
enough for me to pour just a small sip between her lips. I saw her
swallow it, and a few seconds later, she indicated she was ready for
more. Over the course of the next couple of minutes, I managed to get
about half of what was left of it into her before she managed to tell
me "Gimme minnit", in a hoarse voice.

I drained the rest of what was in the can, and took a couple of health
swallows from the next while waiting for her to let me know when she
wanted some more. When I saw her reach for it, I helped her hold it as
she carefully took several sips from it before lowering it again. She
still wasn't back to normal, but she was in considerably better
condition when she told me "If I'd had any idea that a guy fucking me
in the ass could do THAT to me, I'm not sure if I would have done it
sooner, or not done it at all. And you didn't help any by slowing down
like that at the end, either!"

Doing my best ignorant innocence ploy, I told her "Well, you acted as
if you wanted to like it, so I figured I'd try to make it better for
you when you came that second time..."

It didn't fly even a little bit, and she told me "That FIRST orgasm I
had should have told you that I liked it. If I didn't know better, I'd
think you were trying to kill me! I can just see the death certificate
now -- cause of death listed as Terminal Orgasm!"

I couldn't help laughing at something like that, and it took only a
moment for her to join me. When we'd both settled down again, she said
"I'm really not upset with you -- not at all. I asked you to do that,
and you were as NICE about sticking that telephone pole of yours up my
ass as I could have wanted. And then you gave me those two incredible
orgasms while you were fucking me. I don't have anything to bitch
about or be sorry for at all. You've been a perfect DEAR ever since I
got into your cab."

I gave her a hug, and she relieved me of the soda I still held so she
could finish it off. I set the empty can aside, and asked if she
wanted another. She said to save them for later, and when she started
to nestle herself into my side, she realized that she was sitting on
the hand towels. Blushing furiously, she asked "You put those there?"

I simply answered "I didn't figure either of us would want to sleep in
THAT big ol' wet spot, either.", causing her to have a fit of giggles
that alternated with more blushing before she got herself under
control again.

I was content to sit there and hold her for several minutes; it wasn't
until I heard her fierce yawn that I told her "Yeah, probably a good
idea if we cleaned up a little and went to bed... to sleep.", getting a
laugh from her. She agreed, and asked for some time alone in the
bathroom before we took a shower together. I said that was fine, and
watched as she gingerly made her way off the bed and into the
bathroom. When she saw that I was watching her, and how she'd walked,
she blushed again before giving me a defiant look and closing the
door. When it opened slightly again a few minutes later, I knew she
was ready to have me join her. Both of us were tired and feeling
sleepy, so our cleanup was brief, but thorough. Dried off, we spooned
with me behind her as we quickly fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to discover that Peggy and I had reversed
positions at some point; she was now practically grafted to my back,
with her arm draped across me. When I turned my head to try and look
at her, I heard her say "I'm already awake, if that's what you wanted
to find out. It feels nice, laying here like this, so I wasn't going
to wake you up until I had to."

I considered it for a moment, and then asked her "Do you want to stay
like this, or for me to hold YOU?"

"Unless you want to move more than I do, this is fine."

As nice as she felt against me, I didn't particularly want to move, so
I didn't say anything. I don't know how long we stayed like that; it
was Peggy that broke the comfortable silence by telling me "Thanks for
coming in and staying, Jim. Not only did you give me the fucking of my
life last night, but it felt so nice to have you holding me when I
went to sleep last night. And waking up next to you like this is a
wonderful way to start my day."

With the mention of what we'd done the night before, I asked "You okay
this morning?"

She knew what I was asking, and I could hear the humor in her voice
when she told me "So far. I can still feel a little bit of the
after-effects, but it isn't bad. Of course, I haven't tried to walk
anywhere yet, either!"

I took her hand and brought it up to where I could kiss her palm
before putting it back; when I released it, she gave a happy sigh and
tried to wriggle herself a little closer to me.

A little while later, I heard a small alarm go off, followed by a
muffled curse from her. I felt her roll over, then heard the alarm
shut off a second later. A few moments passed before I heard her say
"As much as I'd like to stay with you like this all day, I have to get
up and get to the airport so I can catch my flight home."

"If it's any help, I'll be glad to take a shower with you.", I offered.

A moment later, I felt her snuggle next to me again before she softly
told me "It does help, and I'd love having your hands on me again
before I have to go. Do you want one of the sodas from last night?
They aren't cold, but they aren't warm, either."

The idea of tepid soda wasn't all that appealing, but I knew the sugar
and caffeine would help get me going, so I said I'd take one. She
moved away from me again, and I used the opportunity to sit up and
rest against the headboard. She sat up and mirrored my position before
reaching over and grabbing both of the drinks left over from the
previous night. After she handed me one of them, we both opened opened
them and took an initial drink -- and both grimaced. Laughing that we'd
had the same reaction, we shared a quick kiss before downing nearly
all the rest.

With that little bit of a jump-start, both of us got out of bed, and I
got to watch her breasts sway slightly as she walked around the bed to
where I was. When she got close enough, I took her hand in mine
(making her smile) before the two of us went into the bathroom. There,
I let her get the shower started while I "helped" by standing right
behind her with my flaccid penis tucked into the crack of her ass
while I supported her breasts with my hands. When the water was warm
enough, she turned and gave me a fake-dirty look before laughing and
putting her hands over mine on her breasts and leading the way into
the shower.

It was a fun and playful cleanup for both of us, and ended only after
she'd gone to her knees and given me one HELL of a blowjob --
swallowing every drop of my cum when I erupted into her warm and
talented mouth. When she stood up again, she had a self-satisfied
smile on her face. Once out of the shower, we helped each other dry
off; when she started to get dressed, I could see the amused tolerance
on her face as I provided additional assistance by making sure her
breasts were properly supported, that her panties weren't too tight
against her mons, and so on. In return, she checked my shorts for
proper fit after I put them on. When she'd gotten her suitcase
repacked, I carried it while she carried her samples case out to my
car. The blowjob she'd given me had cut enough time out of the
schedule that she told me she'd get something else to eat at the
airport -- which let me know that I needed to get her there, instead of
stopping for breakfast someplace.

Once we were at the airport, it didn't take long to get her stuff
handed over to the skycap. I was standing with her when she turned
around to face me and say "I had a great time with you, Jim. Not just
in bed, but going out, and just talking, too. I hope you'll be
available the next time I have to come to town."

"If I am, I'll be MORE than delighted to hear from you", I assured
her, "whether it's just dinner, drinks, and a little dancing, or to
share your company for the night."

When I'd finished, she gave me a delighted smile, and leaned forward
so the two of us could share a kiss before she turned and made her way
into the terminal.

I did hear from Peggy a couple of times after that, when she came into
town on sales calls. Both times, we had a pleasant evening of
socializing before retiring to bed -- at my place. She never mentioned
whether or not she found another boyfriend, and I didn't ask -- I just
figured if she did, it was up to HIM to be the kind of person she
wanted to come home to. The last time we were together, she told me
that she was up for a little bit of a promotion that would have her
working a different group of clients; when I didn't hear from her
again, I knew she'd gotten it, and wished her well.

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