Dorsai - Jan

When my eyes returned to hers, I could see a look of mild concern on her face. I hastened to assure her "You look delightful. Everything is there in the right places in very nice proportions. If you've had any worries about what you look like, I can assure you, you can forget about them."

She smiled, and moved to sit next to me before telling me "The, uh, lessons were nice but I'd like to have a more, um, personal lesson, if that's okay."

"Of course – like I said, you're in charge, and we do whatever YOU want us to do. Just let me know what you want, and I'll do It.", I replied.

"I'd, uh, like you to just lay down, with your legs open a little bit."

I moved to the center of the bed, and did as she asked; while I got situated, her eyes never left mine, seeking reassurance that she really was in control. She continued to watch me as she reached out to take hold of my penis before scooting herself across the bed a bit to get herself a better look at it. After reminding her to be careful and gentle, I kept quiet and didn't move as she spent the next several minutes examining me – lifting my penis to examine it from virtually all directions; taking my testicles in her hand, hefting them and rolling them in her hand to get a feel (forgive the pun) for them; pulling the skin back from the head, and examining it. When she finished, she turned to look up at me, and smiled, saying, "Thanks for being so patient. I'm nervous about all this, but not afraid – you know what I mean? It's like I know what I want us to do, but I'm afraid of not knowing HOW to do it."

"It's okay, Sandra. I'm your guide – you tell me where you want us to go, and I help you find the way there. I know you haven't been here before, so I'm not going to push you to move too quickly; we only go as fast as you want us to. Again, like a guide, I want you to have the time to enjoy however much of the trip you want to take, so that wherever it ends, you're happy. That's all that matters to me: that whenever you call an end to this, you're happy with where you are, and how you got there. If I start to do something you're not comfortable with, all you have to do is tell me 'no', and that's the end of it – no muss, no fuss.

If there's something you want to do, do it. If there's something you want me to do, tell me, and I promise you it will happen. If there's something you want to know, ask me, and I'll give you the best answer I've got. If it isn't enough, we'll find the rest of it together. I can't emphasize this enough: You are in control here. I like you, and I'm not going to do anything to upset or hurt you, no matter what."

That seemed to relax her considerably, but I could still see a bit of hesitancy, and asked her "I get the feeling that there's still something on your mind. What is it?"

"The lessons out there were nice, and I really learned something from them – I mean, I'm not worried that I'm weird down there, between my legs, any more. But there's other stuff that I want to know about, and I'm still kinda afraid to ask It.", she answered.

"Don't worry about it. There's always something that all of us don't know, or are curious about, but are afraid to ask about. All I can do is tell you that I can promise that no matter what questions you want to ask, no matter what experiences you want to try, I'm not going to be upset with you, or think badly about you. You might have noticed, I don't judge people that way – I have my hands full being in charge of me, and I don't have any inclination to try and tell other people what's right for them. Remember when Phil showed up in Jan's back yard?"

"Yeah."

"Remember what I told Susan about going with him? That I wasn't going to force her not to do something that someone else was trying to force her TO do?"

"Uh-huh"

"The same idea applies here: just as I don't let other people tell me what I should think is right or wrong, or how to live, I don't do that to other people. If you told me that you wanted to smear me with cream gravy and bark like a dog before you got sexually excited, I would accept it without making any kind of judgment of you as a person. The only dumb question, the only question you should be ashamed of, is the one you don't ask. Okay?"

With that, I could see her calm down, and accept my willingness to help her without judging her. She moved up so that she was lying next to me, and looked into my eyes before telling me "I liked the way you kissed me, and how you touched me. Would you do it again?"

I smiled at her, and answered "It would be my pleasure!" before leaning over to kiss her softly on the lips as I put my hand on her belly.

Our kiss started out soft and gentle, but after a few moments, she pulled my hand up to her breasts; as I softly stroked them, and her nipples, her lips parted – and from there, things quickly escalated.

Continuing to play with her breasts, I gradually broke off our kiss so that I could move on to shower her face and throat with feather-light kisses, and softly 'biting' her skin with my lips. After a couple minutes of that, she was panting slightly, and when I looked down at her, I could see that she had started to develop the slightest blush of arousal. Looking at me through hooded eyes, she smiled at me, and said "That's very nice – but there's more, isn't there?"

"If you want it, yes.", I answered.

She responded by telling me "I do. Teach me."

We kissed again, less with passion than intimacy; when it ended, I resumed the light kisses and gentle biting with my lips – but branched out to include her ears and neck and shoulders. Only when I felt the movement as she parted her legs did I start a gradual descent down her body, expanding my efforts to include her throat and chest, and eventually, the upper slopes of her breasts. As my head moved down her body, my hand kept pace, so that by the time my lips found the nipple on her breast, my hand was free to caress her from her shoulder to just short of her mons; as I caressed her belly, I would occasionally trace my fingers through the fringes of her pubic hair – but never closer to her womanhood than that.

When I finally took her nipple and areola into my mouth, and nursed at them, she gasped with pleasure, and her hips raised off the bed in an involuntary motion. After a few moments, I released the tip of her breast so I could sample the other, as well – and found it to be equally delightful: her fair, soft skin had a slightly sweet taste to it, and it was a delight to lick at her firm breasts, from where they joined her body, all the way out to their peaks. My hand found that her arousal had tightened her breasts, so that they were even firmer than they had been when I first touched them. As I continued my ministrations to her breasts, I kept my hand moving, as well; each time it approached her mons, her hips would lift slightly in invitation – but it wasn't until I detected the first, faint tangy scent of her arousal that I allowed myself to move past her belly. Even then, I didn't directly touch her womanhood; instead, I simply expanded my touches to include her hips and legs, and the insides of her thighs, always careful to circle around the center of her desire.

Her hands were on my head, guiding me to where she wanted my attentions; I was more than happy to do as she wanted, savoring the texture and taste of her.

I gradually moved the focus of my hand from her body to her belly; when she finally raised her hips off the bed and held them there, I knew that she was ready for the next step – and slowly began approaching her womanly flower. First brushing her labia in passing, then gradually making more and more contact with them, until finally, my hand was centered on her mons. I traced my fingers through her short, dense bush, always returning to the hot, wet opening she presented to me. I finally allowed one of my fingers to trace a path between her vaginal lips and across her clitoris; when I did, I thought that she was going to climax, so strong was her reaction: snapping her pelvis up, she released a noise that was somewhere between a gasp of desire, and a grunt of pleasure.