Dorsai - Jan

Following that, she had to know what it was that I did for a living, and I explained to her that I was an independent engineer, specializing in distributed and automated control systems. As such, I made enough to keep myself comfortable, without having to worry about having the time to do things that I wanted to – my customers were an extremely loyal bunch, having learned that my higher prices were more than paid for by the higher quality and reliability of my work.

We eventually found our way back to the family room, and continued our conversation.

"Dan, why did you say that I could park in your driveway, instead of letting me park my car where I did?"

"Because I'm not too worried about anyone saying anything about you being here."

"Not even my folks? Why not?"

"I don't mean any offense, but I figure it this way: if your folks were worried, they would have made other arrangements before they left on their cruise. If anyone else sticks their face in it, I just tell them to buzz off – it's none of their business."

'But what if my parents did find out? Or do find out?"

"If they really objected, then I suspect that I'd have to get lawyers involved – I'd probably try Susan's dad, first. I think the argument could be made that you're old and mature enough to be making your own decisions, considering how you've said that your parents are to you. And if it really got bad, and you didn't object, the argument could be made that their lack of attention and concern constituted neglect, if not outright abuse, and that your time with me – setting aside any physical contact – was supportive and caring."

"I don't know if I'd want my Mom and Dad described that way, but if it was them or you, then I'd let it happen. They've never beaten me, or anything like that; it was more like they just really didn't want to be bothered, like I was taking up too much of their time. Not like you – I mean, all we've done so far has been*talk*; you spend more time talking to me than my parents do, and about more important stuff. And even when it's not about important stuff, you talk to me like I've got a brain and can understand what you're talking about. I mean, even when you were telling me about your house, and all the stuff you've done to it, you told me what was going on without using baby-talk."

"Kelly, I like you for YOU, who you are inside. You're smart, you're more grown up than a lot of the so-called adults I know, you're pretty – very much so! – but that's not why I like spending time with you."

"I'll say! I've been here what, a couple of hours, now? – and you *still* haven't jumped my bones yet; all you've done has been play with my butt for a little bit after I put my car in the garage!"

I laughed, and said "Well, that's not entirely my fault, now, is it?

After all, you were the one that decided to plant yourself in the family room and talk, and then you just had to have the tour of the place – and didn't say or do anything, even when I showed you both bedrooms. So if you're not getting the kind of reception you want, you've got to be a little more explicit about what you want – you KNOW that I'm not the kind of guy to just start humping your leg or anything just cause you're in the room!"

She laughed, too, and replied "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, you want 'explicit'? How's this!" – stood up, unzipped the sundress she was wearing, and let it drop – revealing that she didn't have a thing on under it.

Yeah, that was pretty explicit – from her trim calves and thighs, to the soft, dark cloud at their juncture to the soft, curved hips to the trim waist to the firm, flat belly to the swells of her firm, half-a-large-orange sized breasts with their dark nipples, to the soft shape of her shoulders, to her slender neck, to her cute face with the incredibly beautiful hazel eyes, to her straight black hair. With the warmer weather, she'd apparently gotten a head start on a summer tan; even with her olive complexion, I could see slightly paler areas around her breasts and pelvis where her (obviously bikini) swimsuit covered her.

With a smile on my face at the defiant look she had, I calmly stood up, and took my clothes off, as well – though more slowly because of having more than just the one item to discard. Eventually, though, I was as ready as she was, if less appealing. She walked over to me, and we hugged for a bit, her head tucked neatly under my chin, allowing me to smell the fragrance of her shampoo, and warm, fresh girl.

When we separated, I stepped back a bit, and sat down, pulling her kneeling – down onto my lap. More evenly situated, we started kissing.

First softly, then more and more passionately, until we were all but fused together at the lips and tongue. Eventually, though, we did have to break – if more from a need for oxygen, than wanting to.

When we did break, I had to assure her "Kelly, we've got the next couple of days, so there's no hurry on any of this. Let's just take it easy, and enjoy the time and situation. I promise, it will make for a happier time and better memories."

She smiled, and blushed a little, and replied by saying "Yeah, I suppose so. But it's been so long since that first time, and I really want us to be together!"

"That's fine, I understand, and even agree. But that doesn't mean we have to rush into it, either. Remember the fun we had last time?"

"You bet I do!"

"Ask yourself this: would it have been as much fun it we'd only had ONE hour, or even two, instead of the whole afternoon?"

"Uh, no, I guess not. Okay, I understand what you're saying."

"Good. Now we can just let what happens, happen. No pressure, no hurry, no muss, no fuss. We'll make love while you're here. But that's what we'll do: make LOVE, not just have sex, nice as that is sometimes.

There's no pressure or hurry on any of it. Take your time, and savor the time and experiences we have together."

With that, she seemed to understand that her time with me was precious – to both of us, and relaxed a bit. And with that relaxation, she was less demanding, and being less demanding, she was better able to enjoy the experiences we had over the next couple of days. Such as Making love on the couch. I was sitting, and she planted herself in my lap, leaning back against my chest. We sat there like that while watching a movie on TV; I started with my hands on her hips, and eventually moved them so that I was holding her on my lap. Not satisfied, she soon pulled them up so my arms were crossed and my hands holding her breasts as my growing erection started pressing against her mons. Gently squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, I started kissing her shoulders, and before long, she was wriggling around, until the head of my penis was pressing against her opening, and then with a little more wriggling and a few up and down movements, inside her. As she slowly raised and lowered herself on me, I reached a hand down to slowly and softly caress her erect and prominent clitoris. We continued like that for perhaps 20 minutes before she finally peaked. As her inner muscles milked me, it was enough to trigger my own climax, and I flooded her hot, tight tunnel with my spray. Making love on the floor, in front of the fireplace. We'd showered after the couch incident, dried off, and were laying in front of a small fire in the fireplace when she got it into her head that she wanted a condensed repeat of the first afternoon we'd had together: she started by taking me into her mouth and softly sucking me to erection, then quickly squatting over me. Once ready, she slowly lowered herself onto my saliva-slick rod, seating herself firmly into my lap. She paused a bit, then began humping herself over me, sliding my erection nearly all the way out before swiftly and firmly re-seating herself. After a few minutes of that, she dismounted me, and pulled me up to a seated position before moving to the side and getting on her hands and knees, telling me"Do me! Like this!".