Dorsai - Taxi

Once both of us were ready, I stepped forward again and gently guided her to sit on the couch again before taking a seat next to her. Her legs were closed, and her hands were fidgeting slightly in her lap; knowing that I needed to settle her down a bit, I took her hands in mine and held them before looking into her eyes and calmly telling her "Katherine, it's okay – really. I'm here to help you, just like you said you wanted me to. I'm not going to push you, but I'm not going to let you give up, either, okay?"

Slowly, she nodded, and finally answered "Yes, thank you, James."

Still looking into her eyes, I said "You told me that you're nervous, and even afraid – and I can understand that. I'm not going to just start grabbing you, or poking at you, or anything like that. Instead, what I want is for you to tell me what you feel and what you like, and I'll help you make it happen. If you can let go of some of that, I can help you learn to give yourself pleasure. If you can stay with me, we can help you learn what feels good and how to make yourself feel good. Do you think you can do that?"

Realizing that I was willing to take things slowly seemed to give her some comfort, and even confidence: she managed a weak smile and nodded again before closing her eyes.

"When you think about having sex, what's the first thing you notice about yourself?", I asked.

"My breasts; I can feel them get tight, and my nipples get hard."

"Do you like to have your breasts touched? How? What about your nipples?"

"Yes – I want to feel his hands on my breasts; just holding them at first, but then caressing them, and squeezing them."

I released one of her hands and moved it to her breast, cupping it from underneath, and heard her say "Yes, like that."

"Go ahead and put your hand on mine, and move it. Show me what you want", I suggested. A moment later, her hand was on mine and she was guiding my hand around on first one mammary, then the other. I continued to softly talk to her, directing her to guide my hand and change how and where I touched her. It didn't take long before we had both of her silver-dollar-sized areolas puckered, and her crayon-diameter nipples standing erect in response to the caresses and soft squeezing of her breasts, and the gentle tweaking and pulling of her nipples.

I maintained an almost continuous soft patter with her: offering encouragement, seeking and offering guidance, and giving and receiving feedback as I slowly and carefully drew out more and more detail, and helped her move along the path toward higher and higher arousal. She didn't hesitate in the slightest to let me know when she took notice of the area between her thighs, and readily parted them so that we could include her vaginal opening and labia and clitoris in her ministrations; when my hand left her breasts, she didn't hesitate to replace it with her own.

It was her hand that guided one of my fingers between her engorged labia and into the hot, slick depths of her vagina; and it was she that wetted a fingertip with her oils and began teasing and caressing her clitoris. As she became more and more involved in learning her own body and how to please it, I gradually reduced my own involvement in favor of watching her and offering her the verbal support and encouragement she needed to continue.

When I had both of my hands free again, I carefully moved myself away from her a bit, giving both of us room for what I next had in mind for us. That accomplished, I was free to enjoy being witness to all that was happening with her: the aroused flush she developed, the scent of her woman's essence, the faint liquid sounds of her finger moving in her channel, and the slow evolution of her increasing desires.

All of that was having an effect on me, too, and I was slowly stroking my cock when Katherine suddenly opened her eyes. At first glance, she seemed embarrassed to realize that I was watching her as she masturbated – but when she saw that my erect penis was in my hand, she released a soft moan as I watched the peaks of her breasts tighten even more.

"You're… you're hard – from watching me?"

"Not just that, but mostly, yes."

"But… why?"

"Because you're a very attractive and sexy woman, and seeing you excited is making me excited."

"And you're… touching yourself… because of me?"

"Yes."

Hearing that, she released another moan – deeper and louder than the first – before saying "I… I've never seen a man… do that before… it… it makes me feel so excited… knowing that I can do that…"

"Would you turn toward me? So that I can see YOU better? That would help get me more excited, too…"

It took her only a moment to decide that she was willing, and but a few seconds to get herself rearranged so that she was facing me almost straight on. Then she surprised me by spreading her legs – putting one foot on the couch and leaning her leg against the back while keeping the other foot on the floor. That left me with a clear view of the area between her thighs: the russet wedge of her pubic thatch, parted at the bottom by her long and thick labia. At the top of her furrow, I could easily make out her clitoris between the two fingers she'd been using to rub it. Even as I was looking at her womanhood, I saw her vaginal lips get a trifle darker, and the area between them get even more shiny with her oils.

Dragging my eyes upward, I saw her breasts appeared to be tighter, and her areolas more puckered, than they'd been when I'd looked at them just seconds before. The upper slopes of her breasts were tinged a light pink – but the color darkened as moved my view upward. Her face had a distinct blush to it, and I could see that her eyes were locked on where my hand was wrapped around my manhood.

It was obvious enough that seeing me erect, and masturbating, was dramatically increasing her own arousal; it was an easy decision to mirror her position, and change how I was stroking myself so that she could see more of my hard cock. It was a matter of just a couple of seconds before she was again stimulating herself under my gaze: her hand moving on her breasts, squeezing them; softly pinching and pulling on her nipples; rolling her nipples between two fingers. Farther down, her other hand was just as busy: sliding one of her fingers into her obviously wet channel, and collecting her oils to use as lubrication while she toyed with her clitoris. Without seeming to realize that she was doing it, she even moved her self-wetted finger to her mouth and sucked her own juices off of it a few times – something that further inflamed her passion and arousal.

I found the entire situation and experience incredibly erotic and stimulating: not so much because of how she looked (though she was most certainly attractive), but because of what she was doing, and that she was granting me the priveledge of watching her do it. The knowledge that she'd patently never let herself 'go' that way before, and that she was so obviously enjoying the experience, only served to amplify the effect.

Though I could feel myself moving toward my climax, I could also tell that Katherine was somehow unable to find the release that she was patently so close to. I tried to hold off, thinking that she just needed a little more time, but the sight (and scent!) of her contrived to make that more difficult. Finally, there was nothing else I could do, and with a groan of pleasure, felt my cock erupt.

Even as the first wad of my semen was landing on my belly, I saw Katherine convulse with the start of an orgasm. Each eruption of cum from my erection seemed to trigger another spasm through her body, causing her to grunt with the force of it. Being witness to such a powerful orgasm only served to intensify and prolong my own pleasure, and thus extending hers, as well.

It was my own male limitations that finally allowed things to taper off – I could only climax for so long and so hard before my body decided that enough was enough; by the time my penis was back at half-mast, Katherine was lying back on the arm of the couch, gasping for air.