Deeper into the darkness their adventures continue ... ~ J ~
Chapter 04
The Cab Ride
Starr smiled, her hair soft from the hot water in their mutual shower. She loved how Julian had eaten her out so elegantly, licking her to a mind-blowing series of orgasms. Her body was still in turmoil from the lust he'd shown her when he climbed into the shower to bend her over, banging her mercilessly from behind, pounding his cock into her repeatedly. And, she loved how he'd cum feeding her hunger, spraying his jism over her tits and face, acting like a porn star, wanton and obscene with his desires and her face.
Nevertheless, she also knew her sense of adventure was dying to rush out and into the night air. Toweling off and rubbing each other dry with fast motions, thick towels and embraces, kisses and emotional warmth, Julian and Starr primped and dressed to go out. He wore tight slacks, polished shoes and a sweater that followed the tapered cut of his narrow waist and broad chest, a t-shirt poking out from the v-neck. Starr slid into a skimpy dress, the elastic material snug on her figure, showing her coke-bottle shape with long legs and high heels. Since she was dying to be bad, she skipped the thong panties and bra, opting to head out wearing a short leather jacket, her hair a banner in the night. Julian kept her ID and lipstick in his suede blazer pockets, along with his cell phone, wallet and money.
They rode the elevator down, Julian occasionally reaching down to kiss her head, squeeze her next to him, or just to stare into the shiny doors, whispering, "Geezus but we're a fucking sexy couple aren't we?"
"Yes we are," she relied. The doors opened, and she took his hand, leading him past the concierge, beyond the doors of the hotel, and into the circular driveway of the hotel. Julian waved his hand hailing a cab, the yellow vehicle stopping next to them. They slid into the seat, Starr snuggling up against the older man, letting her head fall atop his shoulder, kissing his chin, then looking at the driver.
"Where you'se two wanna go?" His voice was gruff but professional. His head was balding, and he was thick necked and had arms like a seaman, built for heavy weights and hard work.
"Take us to Pico Street," Julian said, his arm around Starr, stroking her chin, touching her neck, bringing her young, giggling body against his own. She smiled, laughed, the moved closer, snuggling and squeezing her friend and lover.
The driver shook his head, then said, "Okay'z, but it's a bit of a diztense."
"We're good for it," Starr replied. "You'll get yours'."
The cab began moving, taking them from the lights of the hotel and into the dimmed streetlights of Los Angeles. Starr turned, arms around his neck, kissing Julian from moment to moment, licking his lips, peppering his face with a series of affectionate, soft, endearing kisses, feeling his hands on her body, holding her close. His lips returned every kiss, his hands responded to every touch, and his reflexes were sharp and loving to the young woman he promised a hedonistic weekend. Both could feel their eyes closing, their embrace deepening, their mutual admiration and lust a connection even deeper than they could have hoped or considered before. Now they were deeper into the connection so many cyber-nights and orgasm filling phone calls had started.
And they weren't sure if it would stop after that weekend.