The Taxi

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

The silky edges of my stockings slid over Trevor’s tensed calves as I ground my hips against his. Pushing him flat on the back seat so we could have room for deeper penetration, I orgasmed quickly as he bottomed out, filling me completely for the first time. My lips plastered to his as I felt him stroke the curves of my breasts, pulling gently at my nipples as my ever-tightening muscles grabbed hard at his cock.

Rocking back and forth, I could just make out the vague outlines of those passing by, bathed in the streetlight’s icy, blue glow. The delightful eroticism this brief interlude offered in the heart of winter, and in the cramped seat of a taxi too, made me climax again just imagining. Imagining the wind in our hair, top down on a sporty two-seater, with a summer breeze blowing salt-tinged ocean air. The leather of the seats and the feel of moist, warm flesh the only things existing in this perfect world.

My heart pounded as I arched my back into Trevor, hips spreading as my legs wantonly wrapped themselves a good way around his waist on their own accord. He stretched me to the very edge of being painful, as my failing attempts to whisper naughty nothings turned into a series of hoarse cries, that would have caught even a deaf cabby’s attention.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

The walls of her steamy chamber gripped me as I steadily pounded my body against hers. Our Lips smashed together and our mouths opened as our tongues danced wetly against each other. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper into her belly. I could feel the bottom of her chamber touching the sensitive head of my manhood.

I held myself deep inside her, grinding hard against her pubic bone and swollen clit. The walls of her tight passage gripped me. Her moans turned to squeals, her squeals to shrieks.

I was oblivious to the storm around us, to the howling wind and flickering lights, to the passing strangers trying to catch a glimpse of us through the steamy windows, to the staring eyes of the driver in the rearview mirror. All I could feel was the pounding in my loins as I moved closer and closer to the release of all my pent up passions.

I begin thrusting in and out of her again, this time with more energy, more desperation. I felt my sac slap wetly against her cheeks, sticky with her sweet perfume of passion. My head ithrobbed. I knew it was time.

I felt myself swell inside her tight walls. I thrust had. My mind blanked of all thought. The void was filled with blinding pleasure. My muscles tightened. I grimaced. My milky essence exploded deep inside her belly. I slammed into her again and another explosion ripped through me. Rena trembled below me. Her shrieking renewed its energy. Her hands went behind her and grabbed at the door, looking for something to clutch. I continued thrusting and filling her with a seemingly endless supply of seed.

We both peaked. I buried myself inside her one last time holding my spent but still hard cock deep in her belly, our juices of passion mixing inside her boiling furnace. She let out a final gasp, squeezing her legs hard against me. She shuddered.

I pressed my lips to hers to bask in the afterglow when the back door flew open. Rena had grabbed the handle by accident. We were bathed in a cold gust of wind. Ice, moving sideways with the gust, pelleted the tops of our heads. I looked up and felt tiny stings against my face. I made a desperate grab for the door, catching the handle. My eyes locked on two strangers standing on feet away and staring. I wrestled the wind for the door, finally pulling it closed.

I realized I was still inside her. I looked down with my wind burned face. Rena’s hair was caked with ice. She smiled up at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Thank you,” I whispered to her.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

Kissing him lightly in response, I brushed the ice from my hair onto the soaking floor mats of the taxi. Still breathing hard from the exhilaration and the burst of cold, I leaned over Trevor, cleaning the steam from the window with the cuff of my sleeve.

My building was creeping slowly past, the front entrance just a few feet away, the doorman standing outside in his thin, year-round uniform trying to keep a pleasant smile on his face despite the cold.

“I believe this would be my stop,” I whispered to Trevor, taking the opportunity to nibble at his ear a moment, before extracting legs and arms and retreating do the driver’s side. Pulling my panties off over the decidedly impractical high heels, I tucked them in the pocket of his coat, fishing in my purse for a business card.

As the taxi pulled to a stop, or more correctly, slid to a stop over the icy streets, I got in one more kiss, before tossing the card onto his lap, with a hurried “Tommorow. Noon. 12th and Porter.” scrawled on the back of it.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

OOC: And the adventures of Trevor and Rena continue...

IC: I was still replaying the last hour with Rena when the cab pulled up to my apartment building. The cabbie thanked me for the show as I got out. I fought the ice and wind to the front door, went upstairs and popped open a cold beer. I pulled out her panties. Her smell was still strong. I should have showered but I was afraid to wash away her scent as if I’d be washing her away forever. I just sat there in the dark and drank my beer, then another.

I listened to the silence of the night, the rain pelting against the window. 12th and Porter, I thought to myself. Wasn’t that a park? Shoot, I didn’t know the city yet. Would she want me again? Tomorrow was a work day, but I could break for lunch. It was my only link to the love goddess named of Rena. I would be there.

The ice turned to snow overnight leaving a fresh coat of white. The city looked pure, virginal. The scars and seedy grunge were hidden beneath the surface. The sun was out and the streets were mostly clear, but it was still cold. The city slowly came alive with the movement of masses, horns blaring, murmurs, clanks, crashes, screeching tires.

I crawled out of bed. The scent of Rena was still on my body. I reluctantly turned on the shower and let the warm water splash against my face and stream down my body. I had a case I needed to prepare but my mind was still on Rena. I recalled her lips, her touch, the softness, stroking, caressing, tasting, thrusting, clutching… exploding. My hand found my hardness. I stroked. She was with me. Here in the shower. Naked flesh pressed to mine. Slipping. Sliding. Entering.

I opened my eyes and she was gone. I fought back my need… for now. I dressed, put on a heavy coat and boots and headed out the door. At 11:45 I hailed a cab. I was a few minutes early. I stood on the corner and waited, my collar pulled up around my ears, my breath steamy white in the icy air.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

I strode through the park, bundled in my white faux fur jacket, a look far removed from yesterday’s responsible businesswoman. I was reverting back to the daring taste in style I still had from my college years, and had the baby blue hat and mittens to match capped off the outfit. With flared white denim pants, I fit in with the wintery scene like a camouflaged snow rabbit.

In the far field there were a few schoolchildren, surrounded by a group of adults herding them through the perils of the big city, free from the worries of school…at least for the moment. A lone jogger bulked up in layers of sweat clothes passed me as I made my way to the center fountain.

I wondered if Trevor would even show up. But if he did, I had a feeling my entire afternoon would be delightful. And if not…I still had the memories of last night’s unexpected tryst.

The wind whipped around my ears, bringing tears to my eyes and making me even more thankful for waterproof mascara. The fur sliding against my neck helped keep me warm to a point…but not as much as warm, bare skin would…

Distracted by my thoughts, I narrowly avoided an embarrassing fall from a slick patch of ice that draped itself like a lace doily over the path.

The fountain, who in it’s summer glory depicted full-bosomed mermaids spouting unnaturally blue water from perfectly formed stone lips, was completely frozen over. Settling myself on the bench, I wrapped my arms around my legs, bringing my knees up to my chest, wondering if I should go find Trevor or if he would find me.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

I was bouncing up and down, trying to generate a little warmth. My ears were numb and my toes were moving in that direction. Stupid southern boy. I still didn't know how to dress for these northern winters.

She was five minutes late. Hell, maybe she wasn't going to show at all.

I decided to check out the park across the street. I started running to beat the traffic and slipped on some ice. Two cars came to a screeching halt, almost hitting each other as they tried to miss me.

“Goddam sonofabitch asshole... what the fuck were you doing in the street. You motherfucking cocksucker. I should beat the shit out of you for the stunt you just pulled.”

Ah, the sounds of the city. I jumped up, waved at my new friend, and ran into the park. There she was, standing by the fountain looking like a snow bunny and laughing. I didn’t think it was that funny.

 

[Marian]

OOC: May i join?

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

At the sight of Trevor slipping and sliding through the busy intersection, I couldn't help but giggle. There were a few heated words exchanged, the driver's breath billowing out the window as he yelled a stream of obscenities, but Trevor just brushed it off; where in the same situation I probably would have ended up in a fistfight.

Raising the warm paper Starbucks cup to my lips, I watched as he crossed the sprawling, snow-covered green. He was again dressed in his no-nonsense work clothes, and looked as if he were freezing. I, on the other hand, sporting my tasseled white jacket, was perfectly fine in the bitter wind.

Sitting as still as the stone mermaids, I waited for him to come to me, avoiding his eyes for the moment. Watching him, I observed his quick-paced, almost eager gait, with long strides rapidly diminishing the distance between us. Most definitely a walk that held a great deal of confidence.

Smiling at the thought of this, I tugged at the cottony string of my woven hat. He had caught me off guard last night, and the whole business of pleasure had been rushed like it never should, but I planned on making it up to him today.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

I moved quickly, anxious to see her again. Then I realized that I was nervous. How could that be? I fucked her in a cab after a chance encounter, and now I was anxious about what kind of impression I would make? What I would say? What kind of clever line I would have to deliver to impress her?

Fate intervened. Less than ten feet to go and my foot caught on an object hidden by the snow. My body flew from the momentum. I was suspended in mid-air. The snow covered ground rushed towards me. I hit with a thud. My face pressed into the cold and icy white flakes. I pushed myself from the ground and stood facing Rena. The entire front half of me looked like a snowman. She was laughing and shaking her head.

“I’m glad to see we wore matching outfits.”

A groaner, but it was the best I could do. Now the much tougher question. Did I hug her? Did we just nod? Did we look down at the ground and shuffle our feet? How do you greet someone you fucked the night before but didn’t really know? I’d have to write Miss Manners and ask her to add a chapter to her book. Well, flattery and southern charm always worked in the past.

“My feet and fingers are frozen, my ears are numb, but seeing you, ma’am, has filled my heart with warmth. You sure are a pretty sight. It’s good to see you again, Rena.”

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

I covered my mouth with a gloved hand, trying to hide the giggles from Trevor's clumsy, yet effective, entrance. My eyes glinted as brightly as the sun off the sheer snow, as I stood to meet him.

"Let's take a walk, Trevor."

I jumped at the chance to establish the mood for today. He had gotten his chance to fuck me last night – for it had been a rough moment of carnal desires far removed from the realms of a tamer, so-called "love making." Before the sun set on this snow-covered city, I planned on having had my way with him.

But for now, I wanted to make Trevor wait.

Keep him on his toes.

Keep him guessing.

I wanted the tension between us to build, like the mountain's spring runoff behind a dam, until it broke with a flood of water far more powerful than the brief interlude in the taxi had been.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

She wanted to walk. Just because over half of me was frozen was no reason to suggest otherwise. Men will do almost anything to impress a woman who has captured his fancy. I gave her my arm and we set out through the park. Even though it was cold and the ground covered in snow, the sunlight brought out more than a scattering of the lunchtime crowd. A few joggers here and there, a few couples out for a tryst. Is that what we were? Dog walkers with their scoopers in hand.

"Rena, there's a question I wanted to ask you last night, but... well, it just didn't seem appropriate at the time. Are you married? Engaged? Have a boyfriend? Now I don't want to seem forward or anything..."

I glanced at her and smiled, trying to look innocent.

"But, how's a guy supposed to know if it's alright to ask someone on a date if he doesn't have that kind of information. You know, there ought to be a law. Married people have to wear a blue button, engaged a yellow for caution of course, serious relationships wears gray for maybe yes maybe no and single unattached wear purple for passion. Of course you can always wear a black button that means 'fuck off' pardon my French."

She gave me one of those idiot looks, but also smiled telling me she might be amused.

"Not that I wanted to ask you out or anything. Shoot, I'd be happy just to share another cab ride with you."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Haven't dated in quite awhile. Last one was a chauvinistic pig. Wanted his women to cook and clean…always taking never giving. I swore I was done with the whole species of despicable 'men' after that…"

I slowed my step enough to turn and look at Trevor, a coy smile toying at the corner of my lips.

"You, however, have done a rather remarkable job of changing my mind."

Rubbing my fingers over the arm of his coat, I watched as the city-savvy pigeons fluttered across the path, on their never-ending quest for a crust of bread or something equally up to their epicurean standards.

"And how bout you, Trevor? What color button should you be wearing?"

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

"Maybe gray with a touch of yellow and a black circle around the edges."

How much to tell her, that was the question. I guess I was ready for the plunge. I had to talk about it sometime.

"I had a fiance back home before I came to the big city. Real sweet southern girl. Good family and all that. We were very much in love."

I looked down at the ground. I could still remember the night of the phone call. The numbness, the denial and the pain that followed.

"Three months ago I had just returned from a party after winning my first case. I was on cloud nine. I walked into the apartment half drunk. The phone was ringing. It was my folks. My fiance had just been in a car accident. She was dead."

Her arm tightened around mine as we walked.

"I'm sorry, Rena. Didn't mean to put a damper on our reunion. You're the first ray of light that has come into my life since that night. This is the first time I've spoken of it."

We stopped walking. I turned to her. I needed to do something to change to mood.

"If you lined up all the lawyers in the world head to toe around the equator, you know what it would be called? A good idea."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

“Love hurts…” I stopped to look at Trevor, raising myself up and brushing my lips over his cheek. Squeezing his hand through two layers of leather gloves as we continued, I winked at him, falling into step with his lengthy stride, “…and it’s lust that keeps each day interesting.”

Our breath hanging between us as we walked on in silence, I caught him glancing at me more than once. I merely smiled cryptically in return. The truth was, I was musing about his past the entire time.

“Small town lawyer, with a delicious accent if I may ad, trying to escape the clutches of a lost lover, finds himself in the big city…”

Cocking my head, I tucked the remaining loose strands of hair beneath my hat and off my neck.

“Sounds like the intricate plot of a novel belonging on the paperback top seller’s list. So tell me, Trevor, how does it end?”

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

“Well now, let’s see. A novel has an introduction that gets the reader’s attention. Sort of like foreplay, or at least a passionate kiss. Then there’s the plot as it develops. One could call it foreplay at a more intimate and sexual level. The plot moves towards a resolution. Now a southern gentleman might call that entering the fray so to speak. And of course a novel reaches it’s peak. I don’t need to explain that one to you. In most novels the ending is sweet, but it can also be bitter.”

I was glad she didn’t dwell on my recent past. It was why I had been so reluctant to talk about it. Love hurts. That said it all. Lust, now I could get into that as a way of life. I was beginning to think Rena and I might be able to find some common ground. We walked over by a group of trees and stopped. We were in the middle of the park and more or less alone. I looked into her eyes. They were so alive and playful.

“I’m not so good a writing novels, Rena. I can tell a good story. That’s why they hired me. But putting it down on paper? I just want to write all the juicy parts. Last night makes a great opening chapter. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the novel turns out.”

My hands were freezing through my thin gloves. I moved closer and put my hands in her coat pockets.

“Why do you northern girls always look so warm and snuggly?.”

I leaned into her and pressed my lips against hers.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

“I’ve never heard anyone describe such a carnal frenzy so elegantly before, Trevor.”

I laughed softly, returning his kiss with an open mouth and a willing tongue, the warmth a welcome haven in the cold ice and snow.

“And while I have to agree you’re a good storyteller, I must add that you are a superiorly better storymaker.”

Slipping my hands into my pockets beneath his, I pressed one foot behind his heel, drawing him closer with my foot.

Unbuttoning the bottom snap of my coat, I removed his left hand, sliding it inside to the fleecy down of the lining. Moving close enough to him so that his hand rested comfortably on my hips, I blinked my eyes rapidly rapidly, the faint sprinkling of snow catching on my thick eyelashes.

“Us Nawthun gals ~are~ warm and snuggly, it’s as simple as that.”

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

I pulled her closer and kissed her again, this time longer and more passionate. I pressed my leg up between her thighs. Her leg curled further around mine. Her arm went around my neck.

“Well you northern girls sure do know how to make a southern gentleman feel welcome.”

I fell back against the trunk of a large tree, pulling her with me. I removed my gloves, unbuttoned the front of her coat and slipped my arms around her.

“Oohh... that’s nice and toasty inside there. My fingers might not fall off after all.”

I slipped my hands under her sweater, running them up the silky slip to her bare shoulders. She jumped at the icy touch against her warm flesh.

“Now that’s what I call a hand warmer ma’am.”

I pressed my lips to her again, pulling her up and tighter against me. I nibbled on her lower lip, then licked it before shoving my tongue back in her mouth. Her hands were between us. She unbuttoned my coat and loosened my tie then rubbed her hands over my chest.

“That’s quite an introduction to our next chapter. The real question the readers want to know is how adventurous the two main characters will really be in a public park.”

I looked into her eyes and saw a mischievous sparkle.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

I moaned softly, the wind whipping the incoherent syllables from my lips the moment they were uttered.

“Well, they know the leading lady can be rather a daredevil at time…”

Tugging at Trevor’s coat for balance, I lifted one leg off the ground, wrapping it tightly around his waist. Bending backwards at the hips, I pulled him down with me, tilting my head further back each time he tried to kiss me, laughing softly as his lip-intended caresses landed on the snowy expanse of my neck.

“…but the real question, Mr. Lawyer, is will she be able to come up with a good enough case to convince him to abandon his well-planned defense and join the fun?”

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

"I do believe, ma'am, that you're trying to test this southern gentleman to see if he's man enough to make even a northern lady blush."

I grabbed her by the waist, spun around, fell to the ground and pulled her down on top of me. She was straddling me with her arms on my shoulders giving me one of these 'is that the best you can do' looks. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine. This time teeth gnashed. I bit her lower lip hard enough to bring pain. My other hand grabded her firm ass through her white pants, then slipped down to cup the rounded cheek where it joined her thigh. I slipped my fingers into the gap between her legs.

Rena jerked her head back and looked at me with an animalistic glare. Her teeth gritted through her lips. This was a tiger daring to be tamed.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

“And so, fair readers, our dashing southern gentleman shows yet another remarkable facet to his intriguing personality…”

My boots slipped against the snow as I tried to gain purchase, pushing my lips roughly to his, and forcing his mouth wider to accommodate the assault of my tongue.

“There’s that fire I knew you had in you…” I purred, stroking my hand down his chest and grabbing at his crotch suggestively as I slid my body down over his.

I rolled away from his grasp, finding my feet nimbly as I darted away from his outstretched hand. Blowing him a kiss, I moved steadily backwards, grinning wickedly.

“Catch me if you can…”

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

I laid there in the cold snow watching her back away, a devlish grin on her face. The sounds of the city blared in the background along with children's laughter bnot far away. I looked up at the blue sky thinking this was crazy. This southern boy was a long way from home.

I had one advantage. Rolling from the ground onto my feet and charging was a drill my high school football coach made us practice over and over. Catching her wouldn't be a problem. Then what would I do with her?

In a flash I was up. My shoulder caught her midsection. I lifted her off the ground, my arm wrapped around her legs and her body bent over my shoulder. She was kicking and clawing at me. I started spinning around, then flipped her softly onto her back. I stood over her as she looked up at me, her elbows dug into the snow as she started to sit up.

"Now that has to be the prettiest snow angel I ever saw. Or is it a snow devil? White sure can be deceiving."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

Misjudging the distance between Trevor’s outstretched hand and my legs, I found myself upside-down in a fireman’s carry. Letting out a shriek that was half giggle, I struggled playfully until he lowered me gently onto the snowy ground.

Sitting halfway up, I glanced at a businessman, his briefcase swinging in time to his hasty step, as he passed us by without a noticed. Spreading my legs to get more of a snow angel effect, I raised an eyebrow at Trevor.

“Oh I know more than a few ways to make this snow devil…err, angel…look better…”

Tugging eagerly at the cuff of his pants, I pulled him slowly down onto the ground on top of me, the wicked gleam never leaving my eyes for a moment.

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

I ended up on top of Rena, her hand tugging to loosen my tie through the open coat. Her legs were spread putting us in a compromising position for any passerbys.

"Ma'am, I do believe we are nearing the finish of the introductory chapters. It's time for the buildup of the plot."

I slipped my hands under her sweater and over the soft swell of her full breasts. My hands pushed under her bra and squeezed the warm, naked flesh. I rubbed my fingertips over her hard nipples, then gently pinched them between my thumbs and forefingers.

My eyes stayed glued to hers while I fondled her tits. After my tie, Rena started unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled my T-shirt from my trousers. Her hands rubbed across my naked chest.

"I think I'm going to like the storyline."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rena

“Oh darling, if you think this plot is hot…just wait for the rising action…”

Laughing softly, I dug my heels into the powdery white, tugging at Trevor’s pants with nimble fingers. My hands slithered beneath layers of confining clothing, finding warm skin against the cool touch of the icy air.

“…and don’t forget the climax of this novella.”

I nipped at his neck, growling playfully as I raised my eyes to look through the curtain of snow laden pine boughs. Footsteps clicked against the stone walk, and I looked at him meaningfully.

Last night had been different. We had been in a taxi, cut off from the world, even if we both did fancy the fact of other people catching us in a raw intimate moment. But here, among the heavy branches, the game was taken a step further…

 

[Eroticus]

Trevor

My knees were soaked from the cold, wet snow. Rena's cold hands snaked into my trousers and found my growing manhood. My own hands were quickly warming from caressing her soft breasts. I found the contrast of warmth and cold strangely sensual, and the idea of making love... no... of fucking this woman right here in the snow had my heart racing.

"I believe some of our readers want a sneak preview... sort of like cumming attractions. That's where they pick out all the juicy parts. We certainly wouldn't want to disappoint, now, would we?"

Rena had pushed my trousers down over my ass cheeks. I unzipped her white denim pants and tugged at them. She lifted her hips until I was able to slip them over her ass. Tugging and pulling, I was finally able to free one leg with her help.

I looked up and saw a couple walk by. The girl pretended not to notice, but the guy kept looking over. Then I noticed two teenage boys no twenty feet away trying to hide behind a tree.

I slipped a hand down between her legs and parted the moist flesh marking the entrance to her womanly treasures. Looking into her eyes, I stimulated her sensitive clit, then shoved two fingers inside her hot fuck hole. She wrapped her hand around my cock.

My fingers pushed deep inside her, digging and twisting against the walls of her cunt. She squirmed hard against me. She was already fucking me with her eyes.

"And now for the grand entrance, my dear."