Dorsai - Taxi

When we were next to each other, I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow so that I could look at her. I put my hand on her belly – surprising her again – before gently asking her "What we do, and when, is up to you, Saleh. How would you like to start?"

"I have never seen, I mean really looked at, a mans parts before. Is it okay?"

"Of course it is. If you have questions, I will answer them the best I can", I told her, before moving to lie down on my back again. It took a few seconds, but she soon realized that I was making myself available to her; she readily sat up and moved around so that she could get a proper view. I didn't hesitate to tell her "If you want to touch and move things around, that's okay, too."

She was a little hesitant at first, but when I continued to simply lie there while she examined me, it didn't take her long to become more confident and inquisitive. She had a few questions (my circumcision included), and my calmly factual responses seemed to encourage her to ask pretty much anything that popped into her head. Still, the male genitalia simply aren't that complex and it didn't take long before she knew as much as she wanted to. Satisfied, she moved to lie down again, but on her side so that she could put her head on my shoulder as she draped a leg and arm across me. I put my arm around her, and softly caressed her side while I waited to see what she wanted to do next.

Several minutes went by before I heard her ask me "You are waiting for me, aren't you? To see what I want?"

"Yes. I told you that I'm not going to push you, and I meant it. Like I said, what we do, and when, is up to you."

Another minute or so went by before she told me "I only thought that you meant you would not hurry me, not that you would let ME decide."

"Now you know that that's exactly what I meant: that the decisions are up to you."

"Are you doing that because of what happened with me?"

"No, I'm doing it because that's my way. I am like this with any woman that needed to learn about being with a man and finding pleasure."

That prompted her to raise up enough to look into my face as she asked "You have been with other women like me?"

"Not other women that have been exactly like you, no. But there have been women that didn't know about men, or that they should be able to feel physical pleasure."

She considered that for a bit before asking "Do you still spend time with them?"

"No. They have all been people that I have met, and seen that they needed help with something. It wasn't until after I got to know them a little bit, like I did with you, that I learned what the problem was, and helped them – just like I'm doing with you. Each of them had her own life that she had to live, and after we were together, I have never seen them again."

She lowered herself to rest on me again, and a few minutes went by before I heard her say "I think that you are much kinder and more generous than I thought, to do that for them. Didn't you ever want any of them to stay?"

"No, I didn't want any of them to stay. Like I said, each of them had a life different than mine that SHE had to live. For me and any of them to stay together, she or I would have had to change our lives. It isn't my way to ask anyone else to change themselves to be with me, and I'm too happy with who I am and MY life to want to change for someone else."

Another minute went by before she said "I think maybe knowing those women for so short a time has sometimes made you sorry."

"A little bit. But it has also made me happy, and feel good, to know that I have been able to help them. Sometimes I've heard from them later, and I know that they are much happier now; so the good feelings I have about what happened with them is greater than the sadness of only knowing them for a little while."

"And me?"

"Yes, I will be sorry when you have to go. But it will comfort me and make me happy that I was able to help you – even more so because I will know how much your life will change: from what you have already had to go through, to what I think your life will be like afterwards, it will be like the difference between night and day."

"How can you know that?"

"How can it be otherwise? I understand, at least a little bit, how unhappy you were after you married. And you have already told me that I have been more patient and kind than you've ever experienced with a man. How much happier and content do you think you'll be when you find the man that you want to spend your life with, and have his children? Won't that be so much greater than whatever little bit that we have together?"

Several seconds ticked by before I heard her quiet "I… I hadn't thought of that, really. But you're right."

A few moments later, she raised up again to look into my face as she told me "If we are only to have this little time together, then I should start learning what I want from you – and making our time something that you will be happy to remember."

"Dear one, however much or little we do, it is that I have had you in my life that I will remember, and treasure."

She was visibly pleased to hear me address her that way, and I could see that she was deeply touched by what I'd said. But she hadn't lost sight of why the two of us were naked on a bed, and didn't delay in telling me "Even so, I want to learn pleasure from you so that I can lose my fear."

"What do you want to do, then?"

"I… I would like you to touch me, and make me feel good in the ways that I know should happen between a man and a woman."

Putting my hand on her hip, I carefully rolled the two of us over so that she was on her back and I was on my side next to her. She looked up at me in complete trust, and utter confidence that I was going to do just as she'd asked.

With my hand on her belly, I lowered my head and kissed her with as much gentle invitation as I could manage. Her initial response was to simply return the softness of it; but when I started moving my hand and caressing her, she readily got into the spirit of the thing and our kisses gradually became more and more passionate. When I felt her body begin moving underneath my hand, I knew she was ready for me to increase the intimacy of my touch; it wasn't but a few moments before I was finally cupping her warm, firm breast in my hand. I'd barely run my thumb over her nipple when I felt her mouth open slightly, and her tongue tentatively touch my lips. I happily reciprocated, and it wasn't but a few seconds before our tongues were dueling from my mouth to hers, and back again. Even as that was happening, I was keeping my hand busy on her breasts – first one, then the other, had me softly stroking it with the lightest touch of my fingertips before I gently teased and pinched her nipples to bring them to full, glorious hardness.

With that accomplished, I gradually shifted and extended my touch to include as much of her as I could reach – with the deliberate exception of her womanhood. I delighted in being able to caress the insides of her thighs, and running my fingers through the soft thicket on her pubis; but I never directly contacted her sex.

Only when her passion and desire had reached the point that her panting made it difficult for us to continue kissing did I move my body over hers. Even then, it was only enough to allow me to use my mouth and tongue on her breasts to do much of what I'd done with my hand. In short order, she was almost writhing under me, and I let my hand make its first contact with her mons; she responded by opening herself to my touch, and arching her hips in encouragement for me to do more. Carefully and patiently, I applied myself toward using my fingers to both explore and stimulate her womanhood as I continued my efforts at her breasts. As quickly and easily as her passion and desire increased, I couldn't help but feel disgust toward the bastard that hadn't cared about her enough to give her the kind of pleasure she was so obviously capable of.