When Edith was out of sight, I told Denise "If it's okay, I'd like to hold you, if I can."
She gave me a big smile and said "I'd like that", and then let me help get her turned slightly so that she was leaning back against me so I could put my arms around her. As we sat there, she told me "Jim, you keep surprising me in some very nice ways. I know I told you that she's said what kind of guy you are, but I used to have a tough time really believing it. Even when I finally accepted that she might be right, I still had some doubts. But when you protected her, and brought her home the way you did, those doubts were gone. Then when I got on your lap out there in the living room, I figured you'd just get off and not think about me, too – but you did think about me. And now, in here, you were as considerate of Edith and me as either one of us could have asked for, and more. She was giving me an orgasm, but what you did made it incredible. But even after we told you what kind of guy we think you are, and even thanked you, you aren't acting like you think you'd some kind of big-league Stud, or God's gift to women. Instead, you're being a gentle, thoughtful, caring person by holding me like this. If feels REAL nice to be held by a guy that's content to just hold me, and isn't trying to grab my tits or get me going so he can fuck me again. I genuinely hope this isn't the only time you and I and Edith can be together; you're far too much of a gentleman to let that happen."
I gave her a little hug and answered "I'm just a cab driver, but even I can see that you and Edith, you're a couple of real ladies. I'm just grateful that two classy women like you would be willing to share yourselves with me."
She turned her head to look at me before she said "Jim, having class, or being a lady or a gentleman, isn't a matter of how much money you have or what your job is or your social status. Yes, those things help make it easier to show what kind of person you are – but they aren't the reason. It's a question of respecting yourself, and respecting other people, and how you treat them. I'm a nurse, and I can't tell you how many doctors and surgeons I've seen that act like they're Doctor So-and-so, M.D., and G.O.D. Maybe you're 'just' a cab driver, but you're more of a gentleman than most of the other men that I know are. And maybe you wear slacks and a sports shirt instead of an Armani suit, but you've got more class than they do, too. You don't have an over-inflated opinion of yourself – but don't sell yourself short, either. By everything I hear from Edith, you've got a legitimate job, and you invariably do it well and honestly. That's a lot more than MOST people can say for themselves."
Having said her piece, she turned her head back and just let me hold her as the two of us sat there in silence until Edith got back.
She came in carrying a tray that looked to have enough food and drinks on it to last the three of us well into the next day; when she saw how Denise and I were positioned, she just smiled that she was glad to see us that way before setting the tray on the night table. Denise and I started to move, and Edith just told us "Oh, go on and stay there. Both of you look like you're about as contented as you could be. I can hand you anything you need or want."
I expressed my thanks just ahead of Denise; Edith just made a gesture of dismissal and handed each of us a bottle of club soda, then a small sandwich. Unsurprisingly, Denise's bottle was empty first (I did mention she gets real wet when she's excited, didn't I?), and it was quickly replaced with another. As we refreshed ourselves, Edith told me what she did at her job. One of the first few times I'd had her as a fare, she'd told me that she was a market analyst for some financial outfit that I saw on TV, but I really didn't have much of an idea of what that was. I knew it was pretty complicated, even though she explained it to me in a way that I could understand. I figured she earned every penny of the money they paid her, and then some.
Then it was my turn – after both of them expressed an interest – to tell them what it was like driving a cab. And they weren't content with the "pick them up here and drop them off there" explanation, either. I had to tell them what it was like when I first started, and how I'd come to lease my own hack. It turned out that Denise had been an Emergency Room nurse at the hospital where I took a pimp that had been knifed multiple times when I was still a rookie; she had been impressed that whoever had driven him to the hospital had known enough first aid to manage to slow the bleeding enough to give him the chance he needed to survive, and told me that he'd made it through surgery and had lived. I didn't tell her that I knew he was in still in prison for killing the guy that had knifed him, though.
When we were all finished with our drinks, and Denise had gone through a couple of sandwiches, the three of us just sat there for a little bit, chatting about stuff until I see that Edith is starting to get this look in her eyes.
Denise sees it, too, and laughs before she says "Watch it, Jim. I think she's recovered, now – I can see she's starting to feel frisky, again!"
Edith says to her "You don't mind?" and Denise answers "Go ahead. I think I need to rest a little more. If he did anything like last time, you'd probably have to call a Code Blue on me!", teasing me.
Denise eases herself out of my arms and tells us "You two go ahead. I like watching, too, and if I feel like it, I'll join in" before she gives me a kiss to let me know she doesn't mind sitting on the sidelines for a bit.
The look in Edith's eyes lets me know that I'm in for a real interesting time with her – and she proves it by moving in to give me a kiss that would have had my socks rolling up and down, if I'd had any on. Even so, I make a point of not just reaching for her tits or ass right off; I put my hands on her waist and caress her sides for a little bit before bringing my hands around to her boobs. By the time our kiss ends, her nipples are standing out and both of us are panting softly as we look into each other's eyes. A few moments later, she turns a little bit so that she can lower her head and take my cock into her mouth – the whole thing, I mean: she's got her nose buried in my pubic hair as she starts using her lips to kind of massage me while her tongue is doing all kinds of interesting things. She may like girls more than guys, but she damn sure knows how to get me going.
As I get harder and longer, she lets more and more of my dick out of her mouth, and starts softly sucking on me while her tongue starts rubbing the head.
I'm not just sitting there enjoying the hell out of it, either. I've got my hands on whatever parts of her I can reach – which isn't as much as I'd like. It's a little frustrating, so when I start to smell her again, I know just what I want to do. I manage to get turned a little so I can lie down, which makes her happy; then I reach over and start nudging her leg. She knows what I want, and scoots over so she's straddling my head, which makes ME happy. While she starts bobbing her head up and down on my pole, I take a little time to try and memorize the view I have of her. The area between her legs is as beautiful as the rest of her is. The pubic hair I already told you about: short, thick, and soft. But with her pussy right there in front of me, I can see that her vaginal lips are dark with her desire. They're as small and thin as they felt, and I don't have any trouble seeing between them well enough to tell that her small opening is all but drooling her juices. Up at the top of her cleft, I can see that her clit is starting to appear out from under the hood that covers it; it looks to be about average in size, but from the way she froze when I just barely touched it, I'm figuring it's pretty sensitive.
She seems to know what I'm doing, and doesn't say or do anything – until I lift my head and run the tip of my tongue along her cleft, and getting a good taste of her oils. When I do that, she moans around my cock – which feels real good! – and kind of lowers herself for me to do it again. I'm glad to: she's delicious. Her juices are fresh, light, and musky/sweet at the same time. Remembering what she did to Denise, I put my mouth over her opening, and start trying to suck all of her oils out while I see how much of my tongue I can fit in her. She moans around my dick again, and presses herself down onto my face, letting me know she likes what I'm doing. That's good, because I like what I'm doing, too, so I do it some more. And get pretty much the same results.