Dorsai - Taxi

After I softly kissed her forehead, which surprised her, I replied "I would be honored. Can I start by taking that… whatever-it-is off of you?"

She shook her head 'no', and crossed her arms as she reached down to take hold of it. Pulling it up over her head, she rid herself of it and revealed that she'd been wearing very modest street clothes underneath. Only then did I realize how uncomfortable she must have been in it – not just that day, but all the time she'd had to spend dressed that way in the heat of the Middle East. When she'd tossed the thing off to the side with a self-satisfied flourish, she looked at me again to say "The first one of those that I ever wore was put on me by women in his family. Now I'm taking off the last one of them I'll ever wear!"

Hearing that, I understood that that simple act was her way of declaring her independence, and reclaiming her freedom. I made a small show of applauding her – causing her to blush – before taking her hands in mine and kissing them. When I was done, she mischievously told me "Now, if there's anything else you want to take off of me, that's up to you…"

Looking at the long-sleeved blouse she was wearing, and the ankle-length skirt below it, I couldn't spot any kind of fasteners. I softly put my hands on her shoulders, and she let me gently guide her to turn around; as my limited experience with women's clothing had me believe, the back of the blouse had the buttons, while the zipper for the skirt was similarly located. When I reached for the top of the blouse, Saleh tilted her head forward and pulled her hair out of the way; that gave me the opportunity to softly kiss the back of her neck. She shivered faintly and turned her head to give me a pleased smile before I started working my way down the buttons of the blouse. I'd gotten half of them undone when the blouse parted enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. That discovery had all kinds of Evil Thoughts running through my mind, but I maintained both my composure and the pace I was working at: I'd said I wanted to make our time good for her, and I was determined not to screw it up.

When I'd finished with the last of the buttons, it was easy enough to slip the bottom of the blouse out of her skirt; my next considered action was to slip my hands underneath the material of it and slide them around her until my palms were resting between her breasts and her navel. My thinking was that it was better to ease into intimacy with her, rather than heading straight for the fun bits. When she put her hands on mine, I leaned forward a bit and used my chin to nudge the collar of the blouse out of the way so that I could kiss her on the shoulder. That small act earned me a soft moan, so I repeated it on the other side, with much the same result. Only then did I move my hands a little to softy caress her belly – carefully staying away from her breasts – for a few moments before bringing my hands around to her sides, then finally easing the blouse off her shoulders and then off of her completely.

I have to admit to being more than a little pleased when she didn't cross her arms over her chest, or do anything else to cover herself; she simply waited for me to continue with undressing her.

The next thing, of course, was to see what waited for me under the skirt. I unzipped it slowly, followed by using my hands to trace her curves as I guided it over her hips and down her legs, then moving it out of the way when she'd stepped out of it. Along the way, I learned that she was wearing a pair of very brief panties and a pair of very sheer stockings – sans garter belt.

As I'd thought, she had a delightful shape: medium-framed, nicely curved in all the right places, a small heart-shaped ass, and a pair of legs that went from here to there in a MOST attractive way.

That left me with something of a problem, though: as nice as her legs looked in the stockings, did I want to leave them on her? Or would it be more fun to get them off of her? Decisions, decisions…

I finally settled on getting her out of the stockings; the idea of being able to get my hands directly on her legs was what finally decided the matter. I took my time about rolling them down her legs, savoring every moment of the process. When I finally reached for the waistband of her panties, I could faintly detect the aroma of aroused female; it was then that I knew that I could help her learn to enjoy physical intimacy. Before then, though, I still had the task of getting the last bit of clothing off of her. Her panties easily slid down her hips and soon revealed the smooth orbs of her ass. Once I'd gotten her panties down her legs and she'd stepped out of them, I simply had to lean forward and kiss her: once at the top of the crack of her ass, and again on each cheek.

Having relieved her of all the clothing that I wanted to – that is, all of it – I stood up and moved close enough to take her into my arms again. By that time, my cock was considerably more than 'semi' erect, and I didn't doubt that she could feel it pressing against her; but because I was holding her as steadily and gently as I was, she knew that I wasn't trying to rush her.

My arms were folded across her belly, under her breasts; my height advantage over her let me see that her breasts were medium-sized tawny mounds that were capped with small, dark areolas that were barely larger than her visibly erect nipples.

As she leaned back against me, I could hear the happiness and pleasure in her voice when she softly said "This is how I dreamed of being touched, and how a man should be with a woman: gently, with care, from the heart…"

It wasn't until I softly kissed the top of her head that she seemed to realize that what we were doing was real. Once she did, she didn't hesitate to gently pull herself away from me and turn around to make the front of herself visible to me, too. Unashamed, she stood there, letting me look at her: the firm mounds of her breasts standing out from her chest; her flat belly, and the small dark strip covering her pubic mound; and the trim smoothness of her thighs. When I looked into her eyes again, I could only tell her "You are far more lovely than I could have imagined. Thank you for sharing your beauty with me." The resulting smile from her made my entire year.

Stepping close to me again, she looked up at me to ask "Do you want to undress, too? Or can I do it for you?"

"If it would make you happy, then help yourself", I replied.

With a pleased smile, she calmly reached up and started with my shirt; when she had it open, she slid her hands underneath it to feel my chest and belly for a bit before pulling them back out again so she could finish removing it. That was followed by my pants, and after only the briefest hesitation, my undershorts. When my cock and balls were exposed, I heard her breath catch in her throat before she continued sliding my briefs down my legs. Once I was as naked as she was, she took my penis in her hand, and after only a moments consideration, leaned forward to kiss the head of it before standing up again.

Looking into my eyes, she told me "Already, you have shown me more kindness and patience than I have known with a man. Because of how you have been with me, I am not nervous or afraid any more; and I know that I can trust you to help me lose my fear. You are a good man, and I know that what we do is the right thing."

There wasn't anything for me to say in response to that; and all I could do was take her hands and softly kiss them again. She smiled at me, and without either of us having to say anything, we made our way toward the bed. She moved to the other side of it, and when she started to pull the covers down, I readily did the same on my side. Though she tried not to show it, I could see that she was both surprised and pleased that I did so as the two of us moved to lie down.