"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?"
"You'll find out tomorrow, on your birthday, and not a moment sooner," I grinned. "We walked all along the displays, viewing the wares. Tom and Jeri looked over each item carefully, grinning at some; laughing at others. Jeri chose some edible body paints for purchase, as well as a double-headed dildo. Tom beamed at her when she showed the dildo to him, and asked if 'Betty' was visiting them soon. Jeri nodded with a sexy smile, and continued browsing. Tom picked up a studded rubber ring, with a studded tab. You know, a cock ring, with a clit-stimulator on it. He also found a nice little vibrator. Well, 'little' isn't the proper word, really."
"Describe it to me," said Pamela. She'd gotten me out of my jeans, and was now pulling down my grey boxer-briefs. She kissed my rock-hard cock; right on the tip, and then ran her tongue down the shaft to my balls.
"Well, it was pink plastic, with a little transparent portion in the shaft. It was filled with little plastic beads, which would move around, adding to the vibration, when the thing was on, making a popping sound, like popcorn. This thing also had a clit-stimulator, but it was shaped like a tiny little bunny. It looked like a rabbit with an impossibly huge erection. The ears were made to go on either side of the clit. The thing had two variable speed controls, one for the main unit, and one for the clit-stimulator."
"Ooo!" exclaimed Pamela, standing up and wrapping a leg around my waist, pressing her soaking panties against my cock.
"That's what Jeri said!" I laughed. "Anyway, we'd looked through all of the toys, and then Jeri decided to go through the lingerie. She routed through the racks, and chose two different outfits to try on. Leaving Tom and me to wait outside, she went into the dressing room. We made small talk, and Tom grabbed up some batteries for their electronics. Soon Jeri called Tom in, so she could model for him. He went in, but didn't close the curtain all the way, and I could see Jeri in a sheer red teddy, with a thick downy trim. I thought she looked good in it, and Tom indicated that he did, too, but she didn't seem to agree, and pushed him out so she could try on the other one. Again, when Tom was called in to see Jeri's outfit, he failed to close the curtain all the way. I could see Jeri decked out in a black corset-like bustier, with little red bows along the seams. The bustier had a half-cup, and her pink nipples peeked out over the edge. She also wore black lace gloves that went to her elbows, sheer black stockings and garters, and hi-cut red satiny g-string-bikini panties."
"Sounds nice," said Pamela, stroking my cock with her elegant hands. She was sitting on the sofa now, and I knelt down to help her out of her drenched panties. I pulled them down over her knees, and her natural perfume filled my nostrils. My cock jumped, knowing that he was soon going to be with his best friend. I kissed her mouth, and her neck, nibbling, and touched her clit with my finger. It grew hard under my touch, and her legs spread wide.
"Yes, very," I agreed. "And I think I had at least some part in Jeri deciding to buy. She looked right at me through the curtain. Right into my eyes. And smiling at me, she told Tom that the panties had a Velcro crotch. He reached between her thighs, and though I couldn't see, I could hear the distinct sound of Velcro being separated. She bit her lip, and I think I sighed audibly. She immediately pushed Tom out of the booth, and closed the curtain. Half a moment later, she came out dressed again in her purple dress, but without her new outfit. She was carrying only the tags. 'I'm wearing it home,' she told the girl at the counter with a grin, when she handed her the tags. The cashier grinned back, and gave Tom and me a knowing look."
Draping Pamela's panties over my cock, I felt the smooth satin over my excited member, and Pamela kissed the tip. Pushing the material out of her way, she took me in her mouth. She pushed my cock-head to the back of her throat, and rubbed my balls with her soaked panties. Her talented tongue momentarily distracted me from my story. She gave my ass a playful smack, urging me to continue.
