Dorsai - Taxi

Looking around, I quickly spotted the napkin that had been with the wine bottle. Grabbing it, I quickly wiped my hand and belly off before moving to sit close to Katherine. I managed to get her sitting up enough that I was able to take her into my arms and hold her as she slowly got her breath back. Her head was resting on my shoulder, and I felt her blush before she managed to softly tell me "That was absolutely amazing. I didn't know that I could get that excited, or have an orgasm anywhere NEAR that good!"

I gave her a small hug and answered "I guess now you do, don't you?"

She blushed again before telling me "I certainly do! I was really nervous and everything, there at first – but you were so gentle and patient with me; and the way you kept talking to me, and asking me how I felt, and doing what I told you would feel better for me… the next thing I knew, I was making myself feel so good! And then… when I saw that you were hard, and… what you were doing… it made it even better, and I could feel myself getting so wet inside. Dear God, I've missed out on so much!"

After giving her another hug, I told her "It doesn't matter what you missed out on before – there's nothing you can do to go back and change it. What you can do is choose to take control of your life, now. Now you know that you are a passionate woman, and that you don't have to try any hold in your feelings and desires. I'd say that you have the solution to at least part of your problems well in hand."

I felt her blush again, accompanied by a soft laugh at the somewhat bawdy pun I'd deliberately made.

She nudged me, and I readily released her so that she could sit up again. She turned to face me, and I could see from her expression that she was appreciably more relaxed about the two of us sitting there nude than she had been before. Looking into my face, she told me "Yes, I do – thanks to you. What I – we! – did felt very good to me; but when I saw that you were watching me as I did that, I started to feel nervous and even ashamed. Then I saw that what I was doing was making you excited, too, and that you weren't afraid to let me see you touching yourself, and that somehow made it all right. Better than 'all right', even – it made me even more excited than I already was. You kept doing it, and I could tell that you were getting more excited, just like I was. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, but it still seemed like nothing was really going to happen until I saw you… finish. Then it seemed like the whole world fell in on me!"

Even as she was saying that, she looked down to my belly, and saw that I'd cleaned myself up a bit. Looking up at me again, she asked "You cleaned it up? When? Why?"

"Yes, I did; a little after you fell back on the arm of the couch. I wanted to hold you, and didn't know how you'd feel about getting my cum – my semen – on you."

"Why would you worry about something like that? I've already had your… cum IN me, so why would getting it ON me matter?"

I gave her an apologetic shrug before I answered "Some women I've known… they're okay with having semen inside them, but are a whole lot more particular about getting it on their outsides. I didn't know how you would feel about it, so I just wiped it off first."

She sat there for a bit, looking contemplative, before telling me "You are much more thoughtful and considerate than I realized, or gave you credit for. Actually, it wouldn't have bothered me in the slightest, getting your semen on me – but you didn't know that before, so you took the time and made the effort to clean yourself off a bit before holding me, so that you could be sure not to bother me about it. Now I'm even more certain that I want to ask you if you'll help me finish what we've started."

"I'm certainly willing to do that, Katherine, but what you just said is pretty open-ended; I've got to ask: just what do you mean by 'finish'?"

After taking a deep breath, she answered "What we've done already… it's a start. What I mean is that I don't doubt I can find my own pleasure from now on. What I'm far less sure of is whether, or even how, I can do it with anyone else. If I do find someone that's interested in me, I don't think that he'd be satisfied with the two of us masturbating ourselves all the time. I want, even need, to learn what else feels good for me, and what I can do for him. And what happened for me this afternoon – well, that was after I'd spent years without having any pleasure like that; so I want to know if I can feel that way again, without having to wait so long, or doing it just by myself."

"To do that, it could be even more difficult than before – you won't be just touching yourself. And if you really want to know what can be done, then it's almost certainly going to involve more than just hands."

Hearing that last part seemed to throw her off balance, but she quickly understood what I was getting at. She didn't seem to have any problem with telling me "What we just did… it wasn't the actually doing that was so difficult for me, as it was just getting started. You've shown me that you can be as patient and gentle and considerate as I could possibly want, or need; so I think that I'll have a much easier time keeping things moving than I did getting them moving in the first place. As for the rest of what you said… well, I've already learned that a lot of what I thought I knew wasn't entirely correct; I'm perfectly willing to let go of a lot of other misconceptions, as well. As you said, discovering something new means going beyond what's already known."

I nodded my acceptance of what she said, and asked her "Where and how would you like to start?"

Hesitantly, she said "When I was first married, sometimes my husband would… want me more than just one time. Of course, both of us were a lot younger then…"

I couldn't help smiling as I told her "That won't be a problem – at least, not much of one. I'm not as young as I used to be, either, but given time to recover, and a little inspiration, I can still go more than just once."

Though she tried to hide it, I couldn't miss seeing that she was both pleased and relieved at hearing that. She tried to cover both by telling me "In answer to your questions, the 'where' is someplace that both of us can be comfortable, like the bed", the last with a faint blush before she continued "As for the how… considering how little it turns out that I know, I think I'd better start with the basics: I've never really gotten to look before, and I'm still feeling a bit… bashful about just being naked with someone else."

Again, I had to smile as I told her "The bed sounds like a fine idea, and if that's how you want us to begin, then that's how we'll do it."

The next order of business was the when; I certainly wasn't going to rush her, so I simply sat there. Once she realized that I was literally waiting for her to make the first move, she gave me a wry smile before standing up. I followed her example, and she led the way to the bedroom; I had a fine time watching her walk ahead of me.

As we approached the bed, I told her "You said that you'd like to look, and that you'd like to get comfortable being nude with someone else. I think both of those would be a little easier and more pleasant for you if I could finish wiping myself off with something like a damp washcloth."

I was rather surprised when she responded by telling me "I… I think I'd like to do that for you – if you don't mind, of course."

"That's fine with me, Katherine. Really, you don't have to be afraid to ask me things like that, or tell me if there's something you want me to do, or just do something yourself. One of the best things you can do to make being intimate with someone else is to simply relax, and enjoy yourself."

Nodding her head in understanding, she smiled as she replied "Okay, James, I'll try."