Rock Her(27)

She rose and kissed him. He could taste the salty substance of his own sperm but he knew any real man could handle it if the girl could. He stood there completely dumbfounded by the best blowjob he had every received. Completely satisfied he decided to return the favor.

She sat down on the shower bench, opening her legs and tilting her hips. Annie squirted some body wash on her crotch and massaged it around her clit. Kip was staring at her beautiful smooth, shaved pussy being gently messaged by her delicate fingers. Kip pointed the shower head towards her, rinsing the soap off.

He had no choice but to kiss it, and when he did, she pressed his head into her, so he began to lick her, the taste of her juices mixed with the faint, soapy taste of the recent body wash. She was aroused quickly, and as he licked, kissed and nibbled her, he felt her shiver and squeeze her thighs around his head. I love a woman that gets off fast.

She stroked his head for a few seconds while he finished her off with his tongue. He gently kissed and nibbled on her lips before he stood up and said, "We'd better get out before we use up all of the water."

They rinsed each other off and left the shower. He grabbed her ass quickly as he walked behind her. They then dried each other off with thick Egyptian cotton towels.

“That was a lot of fun Kip. We should do it again sometime,” she said with a smile.

“We can have sex all the time!”

“I meant the bike ride.” She winked at him.



Annie was fully dressed when she climbed into the cab ahead of Kip. Kip gave the driver the address and settled back next to Annie as the car pulled out into the heavy New York traffic.

“Kip, you don’t own this cab company, do you?” Annie asked him.

Kip smiled at the question. “No. Not anymore.” He said.

Annie laughed. “Not anymore? You mean you used to?”

“Well, my father did. He sold it before he died. I actually own the seven fives taxi.”

“So, you don’t own this company, but you do own a taxi company?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Then why aren’t we riding in a seven fives?”

“Eh, a cab is a cab, right? Anyway, I didn’t see one around when we needed it.”

Annie laughed again. “It’s so true. You are down to earth.”

“Like I said, I get that from my dad,” Kip said.

“You promised to tell me about him,” Annie said, pulling her notebook from her purse and opening it, pencil in hand.

Kip let out a small sigh. “It’s hard for me to talk about my father,” he said. “I feel like I failed him. And I hate to fail at anything. I can’t imagine any bigger failure than letting your father down and not being able to fix it.”

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Annie prompted.

“Okay. Let’s see. My father served in World War Two. He was an aerial machine gunner on a B-17. He was shot down twice. Once over Nice, France and once again over the Sahara while on a mission to bomb Rommel. In both cases there were only a few survivors. He always had a hard time telling me the story. He’d get choked up remembering his friends that died.

Anyway, he flew over fifty successful missions in the Army Air Corps. That was the Air Force before it was called the Air Force. Most others had a life expectancy of about seven or eight missions. But he kept pushing the envelope. That’s how he was about everything.

In both crashes his plane took flak and was ripped to pieces, killing half of his crew before the plane even went down. Planes were flown by wire back then. The pilot pulled the wheel, and the wheel was attached to a wire that went to the back of the plane and was attached to the elevator, the elevator would go up, and the plane would go up. When he turned the wheel to the right, the wires would pull and the plane would turn right. So when the flak hit the plane, it ripped all the wires apart, making the plane impossible to fly. My father was able to instruct the guys that were left to pull on certain wires, and help guide it to the ground as best as they could. He saved their lives.”

“Incredible story!” Annie said thoughtfully.

“When my dad got back to the states, he came up with the idea to go wireless on the planes. All the planes functions would be controlled by radio control. You pull the wheel back, it sends a radio signal back to a receiver in the tail, and the receiver would make the elevator go up. Simple as that. Nothing so spectacular today, but in nineteen forty seven it was a huge leap. He sold the idea to the military and then again to Boeing and McDonnell Douglas and so on. It’s how he began his fortune. Then he made investments. You know, oil, minerals, all of the stuff that made people rich in those days. Then he started to buy companies and retool them, making them more profitable. By the time I was born in nineteen seventy he was a millionaire several times over. At one point in the nineteen eighties he was even a billionaire, but the internet bubble and all. You know.”