Dorsai - Taxi

I was happy to do so, and it wasn't but a few seconds before she was nestled into my side with my arm around her as she slowly sipped at her water. I was content to wait to see what she had to say about what had happened; it wasn't until she'd gone through nearly half the water before the silence was broken by her telling me "I told you that I never really enjoyed being with my ex, except for the times that he was drunk enough that it took him longer to get off. Those were the only times that I ever had even a tiny climax. Once I got divorced, I started, um, taking care of myself, and things got a lot better. But I have never, ever experienced anything like what just happened. Hell, I didn't even know anything like that was even possible for me! How the hell can you do something like that to me?"

I gave her a small hug before answering "I didn't do it all by myself, Bonnie. I think maybe it was a combination of things."

"Such as?"

"Such as the fact that you seemed to like what you did to me. Unless I miss my guess, you liked it a lot." I could feel her faint blush before I continued "And unless you're a lot more limber than I expect, I don't think that you were able to do take care of yourself the way I was doing it, which you also seemed to like. So on top of the purely physical sensations, there was the mental stimulation from knowing what you had done, and what I was doing."

"Yes, I liked what I was doing to you. I was kind of surprised at how hard it came out when you climaxed, but that was it. And I loved what you were doing, even if you were teasing me. I know you were doing it so you could taste me more – I could feel myself getting so wet! – but I knew you were trying to make it even better for me, too. I just didn't expect 'better' to be that good!"

Several seconds went by before she continued "When I first heard about doing stuff like that to a guy, I thought it sounded kind of… nasty. But after I got divorced, I finally really thought about it, and realized that a lot of the things that I had learned while I was growing up, and after I got married, weren't what they'd sounded like. I wasn't real sure what to expect when I finally got to try it, but I was determined that I was damn well going to find out for myself. It was kind of strange, at first; but once I realized that I was getting you hard, I was okay with it. You were a dear to tell me when you were going to cum, but I already got a little bit of a taste of it before then and it was okay." Only then did she seem to realize that I'd kissed her after she'd had my cum in her mouth, and she tilted her head up to look at me as she asked "You didn't mind kissing me after I did that?"

"Not in the slightest. You kissed me back after what I'd done to you, didn't you?"

Not particularly reassured, she answered "I think it's probably different with guys… that whole macho, I'm-not-gay thing so many of you have going on."

I had to laugh before I told her "Yeah, there is that. But you might also remember that I said that I don't feel threatened or like I'm any less of a man by a strong woman, either. So why should I feel like my masculinity is in question if I kiss you after something like that?"

She gave me a little smile before answering "No reason at all. I just forgot that you're not most guys – which is something that I'm very grateful for, right now."

When she'd lowered her head again, she told me "I want to make sure and thank you for everything you've done the last little while, too. Wiping my face to help me get myself together, and bringing me the water, and just being here with me."

"There's nothing to thank me for, Bonnie", I told her. "I did that stuff because I care for you, one human being for another. I don't doubt that if the situation had been reversed, you'd have done the same for me."

"Yeah, I would have. But I still appreciate it, because it's something my -ex never would have even thought of, never mind done. I'm thanking you because you're letting me know that I'm right to think that people that care for each other would do stuff like that."

After Bonnie had finished her water, the two of us sat there in companionable silence for a while. Again, she was the one to break the quiet by asking me "I… I don't mean to embarrass you or anything, but… Sometimes, when I was first married, my -ex would want us to be together more than just once. In a single night, I mean."

I managed not to laugh, and kept the humor I felt out of my voice, when I asked "You want to know if I can still make love with you tonight?"

I could feel her blush as she answered "Well, uh, yeah…"

"I can, if that's what you want. If you do, then how soon is up to you, too. If you're willing to provide a little stimulation to help get me going, I can be ready sooner."

I got the answer to whether or not she wanted us to, and how soon, when she eased herself out from where I was holding her so that she could park her fanny next to my feet. Then she leaned back with one arm to support herself before pulling her knees up and spreading her legs to give me a clear and unimpeded view of the area between her thighs. With a devilish smile on her face, she sweetly asked "Is this stimulating enough?" before moving her free hand to her mons and drawing a fingertip up between her labia.

Her smile only got bigger when I answered "Well, it's a start…"

Over the next several minutes, I was privileged to watch as Bonnie slowly and deliberately pleasured herself. She started by simply dipping the end of one finger between her vaginal lips and drawing it upwards, wetting it before using it to softly tease her clitoris. With each pass of her finger along her cleft and across the nubbin at its top, she became noticeably more aroused – which, in turn, only served to make the next time a little easier and more 'productive'. It wasn't long before her labia were well-parted, making it easy for me to see that the area between them was visibly wet with her lubrication; her clitoris (the size of a small pea) had appeared out from under its hood, and each time she caressed it, her vaginal opening clenched slightly… something that absolutely fascinated me. I was half-expecting the accumulated oils at her opening to start trickling down when she changed over to slipping one of her fingers inside herself; when she finally drew it out again, I could plainly see how wet it was as the delicate aroma of her essence wafted into my nostrils. She repeated her efforts several more times, each time probing herself a little deeper and longer. From where I sat, I could also tell that she was doing more than just penetrating herself – she was moving her finger inside herself in different ways, as well.

With the entire length of her finger well-wetted, she shifted her attentions back to her clitoris again – slowly circling it with a fingertip, gently stroking the fleshy pebble of it, and simply putting her finger on it and pressing against it rhythmically. Her efforts had a salutary effect on her arousal, and it looked like her juices were again threatening to overflow the confines of her core when she moved her hand back down again. That time, she began by working to fit two of her fingers through her opening. It took her only a little longer than it had before for her to work her middle and ring fingers all the way into her woman's sheath, leaving them glistening when they reappeared as she slowly and deliberately went about finger-fucking herself. That she was enjoying what she was doing was indisputable, and it wasn't long before the sight of her fingers moving in and out of her vagina was accompanied by a soft and faintly liquid sound. Even without touching myself in any way, the sight and sound and smell of her was enough to get me almost fully erect – it was that intimate and erotic. From the look on her face and the way she was moving, I knew that she wasn't actually trying to get herself off. Rather, she was simply enjoying the feelings she was generating, and getting herself 'primed' for having me inside her.