Dorsai - Taxi

I leaned over to kiss the tip of her nose, and rose up again to say "Well, I guess we'll just have to show him, won't we?" – making her laugh before she answered "Damn right!"

Lowering my head again, I touched my lips to hers – gently at first, then with more and more passion in response to her unvoiced entreaties. I kept my hand caressing her body until I finally felt her mouth open slightly and her tongue touch my lips; only as I opened my mouth to touch my tongue to hers did I move my hand up to hold her breast. When I did, she moaned softly into my mouth.

As our tongues got introduced to each other, I began softly squeezing the breast I had in my hand, then gently caressing it from her torso up to the tip of her lengthening nipple. Her skin was warm under my hand, and the smooth, soft feel of it was a pleasure to my fingertips.

When I had the one nipple standing tall and proud, I moved my hand to her other breast and proceeded to give it the same treatment. The passion and depth of Evies and my kissing increased steadily as I continued my efforts. It wasn't long before I had both of her nipples standing erect from the puckered tissue of her areolas. I thought that I could detect the scent of her increasing arousal, but I was determined to take my time and make sure that she was ready – and give her plenty of opportunity to call things off, if she felt the need.

As nice as it felt to play with her mammaries, that wasn't all that I wanted to do; so I began splitting my attention between fondling her breasts and caressing the rest of her body: her arms and as much of her legs as I could reach, along with everything in between – with the sole exception of the area between her thighs. It was as I was softly tracing a path from the side of her body to the opposing leg that I realized I could feel her abdominal muscles flexing; it took me a few seconds to realize that she was trying to arch her pelvis up in invitation for me to include that part of her, too. It took me only a moment to decide that it was time to find out if the covering of her lower belly was as luxurious as it had looked. As my fingertips got closer and closer, I could feel her trying to move again; it was a matter of but a couple of seconds before she was able to move one of her legs to the side a bit, opening herself up to me slightly.

That was all the confirmation I needed to know that she wanted me to include her mons, and what lay farther down, in my investigation of her body. But before then, I had the delight of my fingers finally coming into contact with her pubic fleece. It was as short as it looked, but much thicker and softer than I'd expected. I just called it her pubic fleece, and that's pretty much what it felt like: an incredibly soft, thick, and positively decadent bit of lamb's wool. I let my fingers spend a lot more time enjoying it that I would have with anyone else, it feels that nice. But by that time, there isn't any doubt in my mind that I can smell her arousal; that, and the way she's still trying to press herself up against my hand, lets me know that it's time to move on. Even so, I take my time about blazing a trail through the jungle of her hair as my hand moves lower and lower.

Finally, though, a couple of fingertips happen onto the cleft of her sex – and more to the point, the top of it, where I can feel the hood of her clitoris and the tops of her vaginal lips.

At the first touch of my finger on her clitoral hood, she gasps, and I feel the muscles in one of her legs trying get it out of my way so I can touch her more, and easier. I don't figure she's going to be able to make it happen enough on her own (at least, not any time soon), so I pull my head back from where we're kissing and ask her outright "You want me to help you move your legs?"

There isn't the slightest hesitation before she answers "Oh, God, yes! Even that little bit felt so good; I want you touching me!"

I slid myself down a little ways, so that I can reach behind her knee and lift her leg up; with me supporting its weight, she's able to exert enough pressure to let me know how far she wants to move it before I can set it back down again. As it turns out, it gets moved pretty far – and with her opened up like that, it isn't any problem for me to slowly slide my hand along the inside of her thigh until I get back to where I was before.

Kissing her was pretty nice – but right there in front of me is what promises to be another interesting spot. Two of them, actually.

I realize that the way I'm positioned next to her, I can stretch out a little and still kiss her, so that's what I do. But when it's over, I kiss a little trail around so that I can use my lips to kind of nibble on her earlobe for a little while before kissing my way back to where her breasts and erect nipples are all but begging me to pay them some attention, again.

Leaning over her a bit, I find that I can easily get my lips fastened on the peak of each of her breasts, and I start sucking and licking her nipples. I hear her pleased moan, and then feel her try to lift her pelvis again to remind me not to forget that part of her, too. So I again divide my attentions between softly licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples, and using my fingers to map the area between her legs. My sense of touch tells me that her clit is a little bit smaller than most, but her moans and gasps when I touch it let me know that it's more sensitive, too. Exploring a little farther, I find that her labia are a bit thick – but warm and slick from her arousal; when I finally dipped the end of a finger between them, she managed to raise herself enough that I could feel the pressure. That was invitation enough for me, and I slowly and carefully began trying to slide a finger into her.

Now, it's been eight years plus since she got banged up; and she's already told me that she hasn't had any kind of sex – not even the self-administered kind – since it happened. So I know going into it that she has undoubtedly gotten smaller on the inside, what with nobody or nothing to keep her stretched out. Even so, I'm still amazed at how small and tight she is inside. It's only because I can keep my finger lubricated with her juices that make it possible for me to finally get it all the way in her. But after I get it thoroughly coated with her oils, and slide it in and out of her a few times, she surprises the crap out of me by having what could only have been an orgasm. It was small, and didn't last long, but there wasn't a doubt in my mind that that's what it had been – something that Evie confirmed shortly after it ended by saying "Jesus! I never thought a dinky little climax like that could feel so good!"

I raised up from the breast I'd been sucking on to look down at her and ask "You came? You actually had an orgasm, just from that?"

The grin on her face threatened to wrap around to the back of her head as she told me "Oh, yeah! I told you I liked sex before, and it's been so long, that even just your finger moving in me – it feels like something a lot bigger, by the way! – was enough. It wasn't earth-shattering, or anything, but it damn sure felt good, no matter how small it was!"

I couldn't resist grinning back at her, and giving her a kiss, before telling her "Well, you were right about being able to have orgasms, then. But I think we can help you have something better than that little old thing!"

The look of pleased expectation on her face was all the answer I needed before I went back to what I'd been doing before – after giving her another kiss, of course.

With my lips wrapped around one of her nipples again, I also returned to using my hand to arouse and stimulate her – still going slowly and carefully to make sure I didn't do anything to hurt her. Several minutes (and another small climax for her) later, and I'd been able to loosen her up enough that I was able to slide my finder in and out of her easily – something that pleased her immensely. By that time, I was ready to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled, and I gave each of her nipples a quick lick before sitting up in preparation for moving again. She seemed to realize what I wanted to do, and asked "Are… are you going to use your mouth on me?"