Dorsai - Taxi

She saw me glance toward the door, and told me "Just so you know, Carol and I worked things out, yesterday. We're going to give each other some privacy with you at first, so that there isn't too much embarrassment; she'll come in later, quietly so that she doesn't disturb us, after we get more… involved. I'll do the same thing when she's ready to be with you. Beyond that, we'll just have to see how things turn out."

With nothing to concern myself about, I didn't hesitate to start taking my own clothes off – noticing that Ellen was watching ME as much as I was watching her. When she removed her bra, her breasts sagged only a little bit; she paused what she was doing for a few moments so that I could see that each of them was capped with a medium-brown nipple that was perhaps the diameter of a pencil, set in an areola that was perhaps the diameter of a quarter. Both nipples were still mostly erect, and got a trifle longer as I looked at them; her areolas were puckered out from the rest of her breast.

She was able to shed her skirt faster than I was able to get my pants off, revealing that she was wearing a brief pair of panties that matched the bra she'd had on. As I was getting my feet out of my pants legs, she slid her panties down her legs; when she raised up, I could see that she had a medium-sized wedge of dark hair that looked to be somewhat lush. Standing naked in front of me, she didn't make any bones about the fact that she was watching me undress. When I'd slid my briefs down and stood up again, I knew that she could see that I'd started to respond not only to what we'd already been doing, but the sight of her, as well. She graced me with a pleased smile, letting me know that she liked what SHE saw, too, before turning to pull down the covers on my bed. When she did, I got the chance to see that she was as fit as I'd thought: she had an ass that a girl half her age would have been proud of. Clearly firm, smooth, and nicely rounded, I wanted to get it on my lap – or even better, in my hands.

I was there with her when she moved to get into bed, and readily got myself laying on my side next to her. Propped up on my elbow, I looked into her face as I told her "You said that you knew you're attractive, but that you didn't think that much. Well, I don't think that you're giving yourself the credit you deserve. That first time all of us had lunch together, I saw guys a lot younger than I am looking at you – and liking what they saw. I consider myself very fortunate to not only have the chance to see you like this, but to have you share yourself with me. But more importantly, it's that I've gotten to know you that I'm most grateful for. You're clearly intelligent, you've got a delightful personality, a quirky sense of humor, and you're a pleasure to be around. My life would have been richer simply from having spent the time with you that I did; for us to be together like this is something that I'll always treasure. You told me that it's been a long time since you were with a man – that you weren't big on the idea of casual sex, and there wasn't anyone that touched your heart the way you wanted. I hope that you'll let ME do so, at least a little bit, so that our time together like this has some meaning to you; I can assure you that it does for me."

We looked into each others eyes for several seconds before she told me "Thank you again, Jim. What you just said about what you think of me, and what kind of person you think I am… it means a lot to me, hearing it from you. As patient and considerate as you've been, this would have meant something to me anyway. But knowing how you feel about it – well, that just makes this even more special. You ARE touching my heart, and I'm glad of it. I came into this simply because I was ready to do whatever I had to, to help Carol. But now I'm doing it because I want to, too. You've shown yourself to be the kind of person that I want to let close to me – not just physically, but emotionally, as well. While I'll be with you like this to help Carol, I'll also be doing it to make myself happy, too."

With that, I lowered my head to kiss her again. Starting even with the first touch of our lips, I could tell that she wasn't just 'there', but actively participating. I didn't need any prompting to put my hand on her belly and start softly caressing her smooth skin. Slowly and gradually, I extended the range of my touch until I was able to include her breasts; when I'd worked my way to the summit of one of them, I found its peak clearly standing above the surrounding flesh with her nipple fully extended. She'd indicated that she'd enjoyed sex with her husband, and it didn't take me long to decide that she hadn't been exaggerating; she responded quickly and fully to the different things that I was doing to her: not just kissing her lips, but her throat and shoulders, and softly nibbling on her earlobes with my lips. My hands tended not only to her breasts (which proved to be firmer than I'd expected, considering her age and that she'd had a child), but her neck and sides and the insides of her arms. When her soft panting started making it difficult for us to continue kissing, I eased my attentions lower and lower until I was able to put my mouth on the peak of one of her breasts and start gently sucking on it. It took only a moment for her to get her fingers in my hair, holding my head in place as I firmly sucked her nipple to full erectness.

In shifting myself so that I could get my mouth on her mammaries, I'd also made it possible to reach even lower on her body; after continuing to play with the breast that I didn't have my lips on for a bit, I gradually transferred my manual explorations to her belly, then abdomen and further, to include her hips and the upper reaches of her legs – and gently, her thighs and the soft skin on their insides.

The first time I softly drew my fingertips from just above her knee to just short of her mons, she released a load moan of pleasure as she spread her legs in invitation for me to do it again. When I repeated my actions on the other thigh, she made it just as clear that she appreciated my attentions.

I happily spent the next few minutes nursing at her breasts while slowly working my caresses of her thighs higher and higher. The first contact with her sex happened when I felt the side of my hand brush across her labia; the resulting groan and arching of her hips let me know that more such contact would be welcome. Still, I didn't just stop what I'd been doing so I could stuff a couple of fingers inside her; I simply included the area between her thighs more and more, until I was able to cup her mons in my hand. My finger was laying along the cleft of her sex, slightly nestled between her labia, when I began to curl it – dipping the tip a little farther between her vaginal lips before slowly drawing it across her opening on the way toward brushing it across her clitoris, and causing her to gasp at the contact.

When I got my finger back to where it had started from, Ellen pulled her knees up slightly before spreading her thighs to give me better and easier access to the core of her womanhood. With that kind of invitation, I was happy to continue my efforts. It wasn't long until my hand was in almost constant motion between her thighs as I would collect some of her oils on the end of my finger and transfer them to her clitoris, which I'd softly rub between bouts of gently circling it. She was slowly tossing her head from side to side when I finally dared to tentatively press my finger against the tight ring of her opening; the sound of her enthusiastic "ohgodyes!" told me that I was doing a Good Thing. Patiently and gently, I worked my digit into her, making sure to keep it wetted with her lubrication as I did so. Along the way, I discovered that she was incredibly warm inside – as well as very wet, and as tight as should be expected after several years of celibacy. When both of us felt that I'd gotten my finger into her as far as it would go, she released a deep and heartfelt groan of pleasure. From the way she was reacting, I got the idea to try something that I thought would make it easier for her to accept me when it was time for my finger to be replaced with my hardening cock. As I slid my finger out of the confines of her vagina, I used the palm of my hand to apply a slight pressure to the area of her clitoris. When I heard a slight catch in her breathing, I knew that I was on to something. Reversing direction, I slid my finger back into her as I eased off the pressure at the top of her cleft; once my digit was buried in her again, I repeated what I'd done before – except that instead of hearing the change in her breathing, she softly moaned as she pressed her pelvis against my hand. From there, it didn't take me long to find a combination of timing and pressure that quickly and dramatically increased her excitement.