Even so, I still saw a brief regret cross her face when I gently withdrew my finger from her.
After each of us had another quick rinse, it was out of the shower, where we 'helped' each other dry off. That consisted of applying a towel to a spot, then fondling it to make sure it really dry; each of us had to make several attempts before we were satisfied that we'd properly tended the others more 'interesting' bits…
From the bathroom, it was into the living room, where I started making 'magician' noises as I showed her that my hands weren't hiding anything (I couldn't have hidden anything, anyway, since both of us were nude), then proceeded to unfold the couch into a bed – and earning myself a small, tinkling laugh from her before she called me a stinker. As I got some of the bedding from one end table, I told her where the rest was; she got it out, and together we got things ready. Once both of us were lying down, she softly nudged me to let me know that she wanted to lie on my side facing away from her; when I was, she quickly moved to spoon against my back and put her arm around me and hug me. I took her hand and lifted it so that I could give her palm a soft kiss before putting it back again. I heard her release a pleased sigh behind me, and I held my hand over hers as the two of us slowly drifted off.
The next morning, I woke up to discover that Jenny and I had reversed positions during the night: I was now spooning against her back, with the addition of having my hand on her breast. I couldn't resist softly running my thumb across her nipple and felt it erect slightly as she told me "Mmmmmm. It feels so good when you do that. It's not like you're trying to get me turned on or anything, just that you like having my tit in your hand."
Mildly surprised that she was awake, I answered "That's because I do like having your tit in my hand. It's warm, and soft and firm at the same time, and your nipple feels like a hard little rubber eraser" before tilting my head to give the back of her neck a kiss – and feeling her shiver in response before she told me "If you keep doing that, we aren't going to have time for me to make YOU some breakfast this morning – so behave yourself, Mister!", the tone of her voice letting me know that she was at least semi-serious about me not doing it again.
Instead, I elected to play with her nipple a little more as I responded "You're making breakfast, huh? Well, whatever you're going to make, I think I'm going to need two helpings, so you probably need to get started!"
She laughed, and pulled my hand away from her breast so she could scoot over a bit and sit up. Looking down at me, I could see the smile on her face before she told me "Yeah? Well, I think I better have two helpings, too, so I don't run out of energy tonight!"
I put a mock-surprised look on my face, making her laugh before she leaned over to give me a good-morning kiss. When our lips parted, I could see how happy she was before she moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. Telling me "You just stay there, and I'll be back in just a bit", she turned and headed for the kitchen. A minute later, I heard my coffeemaker start; just a very few minutes after that, she was back with a cup of coffee. After handing it to me, she said "You just lay there and rest up for tonight; I'll bring breakfast in here."
After hearing my "Yes, Ma'am. As you say, Ma'am", she was smiling again as she headed back for the kitchen.
I was pretty much done with my coffee, and was wondering whether to go get some more or ask her to bring some, when she reappeared with our breakfast – and more coffee. Looking at how much she'd made – scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, toast, orange juice – I wasn't entirely sure that she hadn't made enough for each of us to have two helpings. But once I got a few bites of it in me, I realized just how hungry I was. I also noticed just how much of an appetite SHE had, too; she barely missed eating as much as I did! By the time we were finished, it turned out that she hadn't made too much, after alclass="underline" aside from the couple of small pieces of sausage and a little bit of scrambled egg that were given to my cat Demosthenes, there wasn't anything left. When Jenny released a soft belch of satisfaction, I couldn't help but laugh, embarrassing her slightly.
After each of us had a final cup of coffee, she let me come into the kitchen to help clean up and take care of the dishes – and patiently tolerated it when I started playing with her cute little ass, or teasing one of her nipples, or any of the other things I did to molest her in the process. With the kitchen cleaned up and the dishes done, it was time for us to share a shower and get ready to go out for the day.
Jenny and I had one Hell of a time; we went places I hadn't been to in entirely too long, we did things that I very rarely got to do, we had fun, we laughed, we played grab-ass (sometimes literally!), and just generally had a damn fine time together. For me, it was as much the company I had as it was the places we went and things we did. Still, there came the point where both of us were ready to call it a day, and head back to my place – and what both of us knew would be keeping us occupied that night.
Once I'd closed the door behind us, I turned around, only to have Jenny plaster herself against my front, pulling my head down for a kiss. Surprised, but delighted, I enthusiastically kissed her back; only when our lips parted was I able to ask "I'm not complaining, mind you, but what brought that on?"
Her arms wrapped around me, and she hugged me close before answering "I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed being out with you today."
"And I had fun being with you, too", I answered, "but you didn't answer my question."
She pulled back slightly to look up at me for a few moments before saying "You really don't know, do you?" I shook my head, and she smiled before continuing "I guess that's why: because you were such good company today. At first, I thought you were being on your 'good' behavior, but then I realized that you're just being you – that you didn't have to make any kind of extra effort to be someone that I was glad, even proud, to be with today. I mean, you weren't some choirboy or anything; goodness knows you patted me on the butt enough times! But you were always careful to only do it when nobody was looking, or could see us. And every place we went, you acted like you went to places like that every day, when know you don't get to visit them very often. It was just that you carried yourself with such… I don't know… class, that you just fit in with everybody else. I know you're educated and everything, but after driving cabs all this time, I wouldn't have been surprised if your didn't quite as… refined as you do. The people we met and talked to, I could see that they figured you were someone like them that they just hadn't met yet; because of how much money my parents have, I've met plenty of fairly wealthy people, and I know how snobby they can be – so if you were able to get the kinds of reactions from the people we met that you did, there isn't a doubt in my mind that they thought of you as an equal. People like that, they can spot someone that's just pretending or putting on an act from a mile away; that's when I knew that you were just being yourself, and realized just how much class and everything you have."
I smile back at her and answer "A lady friend – that is, a friend who is very much a lady – told me that 'class' isn't money or job or social status; that it's a matter of respecting yourself and others, and how you treat people. From what I've seen, I think she explained it exactly right."
Jenny got a pleased look on her face as she exclaimed "That's it! That's what I was trying to say, and why I think you've got class! You respect yourself, but without being on some kind of ego trip, and you respect other people, too. And you most definitely treat other people like you'd want them to treat you."