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…

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.

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-entendré, 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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