Dorsai - Taxi

We must have stayed like that for the better part of an hour before she started doing anything herself. At first, she simply held her hand in place on my chest while slowly drawing her fingertips across my skin; but as the time passed, she began to increase and expand her efforts to touching my chest and belly much the same way I was doing to her. After she finally reached my pelvis, she seemed a trifle hesitant about actually touching my cock, and balls – but once I casually told her "You said that you've never really had a chance to learn about guys, so if you want to touch, or even look at me, that's fine", she didn't delay any longer in getting her hand on my equipment.

She was as careful as I could have wanted about not doing anything to cause me any pain or discomfort – but that doesn't mean that the manual examination she gave me was any less thorough, either. I couldn't help growing a little bit as a result of her manipulations, and that only seemed to prompt her to continue. Along the way, I calmly let her know what the common and slang terms were for things.

Once she was satisfied with the tactile part of the exam, she sat up and pivoted around so that she could have a closer and better view of me as she continued her lessons. The first couple of questions she had were asked a little hesitantly, but after I'd answered them as matter-of-factly as I could, the rest came much more easily. When she was done, she readily moved to lie down next to me and resume her previous position before telling me "Thank you, Jim."

"You're welcome, but what for?"

"For being as patient with me as you were while I was doing that, and for answering my questions the way you did. I'm still a bit embarrassed about being as ignorant as I've been, at my age."

I gave her a gentle hug before saying "It's okay, Kat. You told me why, and you decided to correct that ignorance; I'm glad I was able to help."

"Still, it means a lot to me. I think that I was very lucky to get you, today."

Not figuring that there was much I could say to that, I simply gave her another brief hug before starting to caress her again.

Several minutes had gone by when she surprised me by raising up enough to give me a kiss on the cheek and tell me "You're being such a dear, Jim."

Looking at her, I asked "How so?", a little confused.

Seeing that I didn't know what she was talking about, she smiled and answered "By just being who you are, I think. For being honest with me, but polite about it. For your willingness to help me, but not taking advantage of my ignorance. For your patience and understanding. For your gentleness, and your tolerance. For your caring about me, and interest IN me."

I raised an eyebrow in question, and she elaborated by saying "After we were together this afternoon, you helped me to understand why I did something that was so incredibly out of character for me. Then, later, having the courage to tell me something that you perceived that I really DID need to hear. Earlier this evening, you did just what I needed to get me to understand that it was okay to bring pleasure to myself, and helping me to to find it. And now that we're naked and in bed together, you're willing to give me the time to get used to our being together like this without rushing me, and patient with me while I learn things that I should have been exposed to long before now. I don't doubt that you would like for us to be intimate again, but you're not doing anything to try and make it happen before I decide that I'm ready for it – even when you're touching my ass, I know it's because you like it, and nothing more. You're a patient, generous, thoughtful, and above all considerate individual; and I'm letting you know that I appreciate those traits tremendously. Particularly under these circumstances!"

"Kat, it just isn't who I am to be any other way – at least, not without damn good cause. You tell me that I've shown you all those good traits, but I've only responded to the way that you acted toward me. Instead of treating me like a hired lackey today, you were gracious and considerate. Rather than barricade yourself behind your money, you chose to be courteous and friendly. You could easily have made yourself unapproachable, but instead, you let me know that you would welcome my thoughts and opinions. I've driven other wealthy people who made it more than clear to me that they thought they were somehow 'better' than I am – and if you'd acted that way, I'd have willingly let you continue in that fantasy. But because you dealt with me as another human being, I was happy to respond in kind. So any good will I showed you was only my reciprocating what you showed ME."

A couple of seconds passed before she told me "And that is a lesson that I'm never going to forget: that a person's worth as a human being is NOT determined by their social or economic status, but by what's inside them. You can be sure that I won't tolerate any of that nonsense when I get home and get my projects started – the waitress we had is simply too much of an example why not to."

With that, she let me draw her down so that she was lying next to me again, and I gladly put my arm back around her.

Several minutes later, she softly nudged my arm out of the way so that she could roll over onto her back. I didn't realize that she wanted anything more than a change of position until she reached over to take hold of the wrist of my arm that was away from her and use it to get me to roll over onto my side, facing her. That done, she put my hand on her breast and quietly told me "I'm ready to have you teach me the rest, now, Jim."

I got myself propped up on my elbow again and, looking down at her again, asked "You're sure?"

She didn't have any problem with looking into my eyes as she confidently answered "Yes, I'm sure."

Lowering my head, I gave her a soft, brief kiss on the lips; when our lips touched again, she made it more than clear that she wanted to learn what I had to offer.

Even as our next kiss was growing longer and more passionate, I was using the hand she'd put on her breast to gently squeeze it, and toy with its nipple; when she softly moaned her pleasure, I traced a path over to the other, and happily gave it much the same treatment.

I'd gotten both of her nipples hard and erect when Kat opened her mouth slightly and tentatively touched her tongue to my lips. I didn't hesitate to open my mouth in return, and send my tongue out to welcome hers to the neighborhood. Once they'd introduced themselves to each other, they began playing a game of 'tag' that ranged from her mouth to mine, and back again.

With her willing to to take things that far, I figured I'd find out what else she was agreeable to – and slowly moved my touch farther and farther down her body, giving her plenty of time to let me know if I was trying to advance things too quickly for her. When my fingertips found the lush forest of her pubis, she moaned softly and parted her thighs in invitation for me to continue. Even with her opening herself to me that way, I still had to take a little time to marvel and delight in the thick softness covering her mons. When I finally progressed to the area between her thighs, I found that she was well along the path of arousal: her labia were full and extended, and the area between them slick with her oils; at the top of her cleft, her clitoris was starting to make its appearance.

Though we had to come up for air every so often, our kisses continued as I used my hand and fingers to not only learn more about her particulars, but to increase her excitement. Wetted with her essence, my fingertip teased and toyed with her clitoris to ratchet up her passion and desire; a bit later, she arched her hips in welcome when I patiently worked a finger into her hot, slick channel.

It wasn't long before kissing her was all but impossible – she was simply panting and moaning too much. Moving my head lower on her, I found something else to do to keep my lips and mouth and tongue busy – well, two things, actually.