"Wow!" exclaimed Pamela, breathless, "you're really hot tonight!" She grinned widely, "What brought this on?"
And I was! After what turned out to be a very interesting evening driving the taxicab (which I do on the occasional weekend, to pick up extra money), I made all haste to Pamela's apartment. She'd barely opened the door, and I practically knocked her over with my exuberant greeting, full of kisses and hugs and not just a few gropes. Kicking the door closed behind me, I moved us over to the sofa, all the while probing her mouth with my tongue. I broke the kiss, after opening her loose blue work-shirt, to kiss her perky tits through her black sports-bra. That was the first opportunity I'd given her to speak.
"Well," I began, returning her grin, "You know that I was driving the cab tonight?" She nodded. "It was a pretty average night, until around seven o'clock. That's when I picked up Tom and Jeri." I pulled off her work-shirt, and tossed it on the floor, leaving her in her bra and black spandex pants.
She gave me a look. "You're hot because you picked up a cartoon cat and mouse in your cab? I think you've been working too hard, Lover."
I grinned, looking into her pretty green eyes. She was having fun with me. "No, these were humans," I said. "And it's Jay Ee Are Eye; Jeri was a woman. A gorgeous woman."
"You think all women are gorgeous, you letch," she said with a smirk.
"True," I agreed, smiling as I pulled the elastic out of her blonde hair, letting it spill down long and straight to the small of her back. I resumed kissing her breasts through the material of her sports bra, and I gently moved my hands over her back. Pamela ran her fingers through my hair, which she knows I love.
Then she grabbed a handful of my long wavy dark brown hair, and pulled my head away from her breasts. It felt nice. "Hey, Mister!" she scolded me, "that can't be the whole story. Spill it."
Smile. "Okay." I kissed her lips, and her neck, and began slowly peeling down her spandex, revealing her white satin string-bikini panties. Between kisses, which I placed on various parts of her exposed flesh, I began my tale.
"I'd just dropped someone off at one of the restaurants downtown, and the doorman asked me to wait a moment. He called into the doorway that a cab was outside, and out came Tom and Jeri. Tom was around five-eight, five-nine. He had jet-black hair, dark eyes, and he was decked out stylishly, for a night on the town. Jeri was tall for a woman; say, five-ten? But she was wearing burgundy 'fuck-me' pumps, which besides making her legs look great, added about four inches to her height! Her eyes were deep green, like yours, and she had hair as red and bright as a sunset! It was pulled up and back, but I could tell that it would be wild, if she let it down. I could picture her in a chain-mail bikini fighting off hordes of goblins with a longsword or an axe. Pure Amazonian beauty, she was. But tonight, she wasn't wearing her chain-mail bikini. She was wearing a form-fitting, ultra-short sleeveless purple dress, which showed off her grapefruit-sized boobs nicely. My eyes almost popped when I saw her, and I said 'wow', or something. I think she read my lips, 'cause she smiled at me before getting in. They were a really friendly couple from New Jersey, and I had no trouble talking to them. Well, I guess they liked me too, because they asked me to be their driver for the evening. Paid a premium for my services, too. In advance!"
"Okay," said Pamela. By this time, I'd gotten her bra off, and was gently pulling and squeezing her hard little nipples. She started to unbutton my shirt slowly, and she kissed my chest, and flicked her tongue over my nipples. Another thing she knows that I love. Heck, she knows that everything she does to my body is something that I love! "You've set up the scene, get to the part where your cock gets hard." She emphasized this request by rubbing my manhood through my jeans.
"Mmm. I'm getting there, lover," I said, touching the front panel of her panties with the back of my hand. She pushed her hips toward me. "I took them to a couple of the usual tourist places, but they weren't really interested in that. They wanted to go to the fun places, and they made it clear that they didn't mean an amusement park. Tom told me that they were in my hands. Jeri said, with a wicked grin, 'If you think you can handle us', and I could only grin back, looking at her lovely face through the rearview mirror. I started them off with a tour of some of the local strip-clubs. A couple of them had male dancers, but Jeri seemed just as interested in the women as the men. They invited me inside with them, and we stayed at each one long enough to get a table-dance from one of the ladies, and they tipped very well. Usually, Tom would pick the dancer, but occasionally Jeri would do the honors, and at the last club we went to, Jeri insisted that I choose. I carefully selected a dancer with curves and real breasts. She had bright blue hair, in a pageboy style, which might have been a wig, and might not have been. It didn't matter much, either way to me; she was cute, and sexy, and Tom and Jeri enjoyed her dancing. As did I."
I paused to give Pamela's left nipple a little love-bite, and she moaned. Her panties were starting to get damp, as I continued to rub her pussy through the flimsy material. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and encouraged me to "Keep talking, Wolf."
"Next, I took them to one of the better adult stores for some toy-shopping."
Pamela's angelic face took on a wicked aspect. "Did you buy me anything?"
