I could only stand there, stunned, for several seconds before Katherine took hold of my wrists and moved my hands around and put them on the firm globes of her ass.
That was all the prodding I needed, and it wasn't but a second before I was squeezing and massaging them as I kissed her back. I could hardly believe the desire and passion she was exhibiting, and as she started pressing her pelvis against my erection, I moved my hands from her ass in favor of caressing her back and sides – and when she pulled her upper body away from me a bit, her breasts and nipples.
It took a minute or so, but she finally decided that the bra she still had on was keeping her from really feeling my hands on her, and pulled away from me just long enough to rid herself of it before moving in again so that we could continue.
Her tits had felt pretty good through the lightweight material of the bra, but they felt even better without it. Between her age and the size of them, they did sag a bit – but only a trifle. Holding them in my hands, I could feel how warm and soft they were; and running my thumbs over the peaks of her breasts soon had her areolas crinkled in response, and her nipples standing tall and proud.
As I was becoming familiar with her body, she was getting to know mine: her hands were all over my chest and shoulders, and even down to my ass, as we shared a number of impassioned kisses. She'd been grinding her pelvis against mine, rubbing her mound against my erect cock through my pants, for a couple of minutes when she pulled away from me. The desire she was feeling was plain on her face as she told me "Now I really am worked up! If I don't get you inside me, and damn soon, I'll go crazy!"
Flabbergasted, I could only ask "Here? Now?"
"Yes, dammit, here, and now!", she declared, before turning around and dropping to her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder at me, she exclaimed "All I need is for you to do me! God! It's been SO long, and I'm so ready!"
Below the globes of her ass, and between her smooth thighs, I could see the cleft of her womanhood – and that her labia were dark and extended, and the area between them all but dripping her essence. That view of her was all it took to demolish what little bit of resistance I had left. It wasn't but a few moments until I'd unfastened and dropped my pants, and pushed my shorts down. Kneeling behind her, I levered my erect cock down to press the end of it against her opening. Before I could do anything else, she rocked back, forcing the tight ring of her entrance over the head.
I didn't have any trouble believing that she'd been going without sex for as long as she'd said: she was definitely tight inside. But she was also amazingly wet and very hot. Putting my hands on her hips, I started to press myself into her as she moaned her pleasure at what I was doing. I had to back out a little a couple of times to keep myself coated with her abundant oils before I could get my manhood buried in her.
When she felt my lower belly pressing against her ass, she lowered her shoulders to the floor and muttered "Dear God, that feels so good!" before she told me "You don't have to do anything special, or try not to climax; the way I feel, just having you move in me is going to be just fine!"
Still, I didn't just start humping her. Figuring that she still might like a little time to get used to me, I took a little time to gradually work my way from simply being in her to sliding nearly the entire length of my erection in and out of her womanhood. I'd been moving in her for a couple of minutes when she had a small climax that had her clenching around me in a very interesting and stimulating way. She quickly recovered from that, and few minutes later, had another – stronger – climax that moved me a Hell of a lot closer to cumming. Still, I was able to enjoy plundering her woman's treasure for a couple more minutes; until her third, and strongest, climax had me pressing myself as far inside her as I could before trying to coat her tonsils with my cum.
When I'd finished emptying myself into her, I leaned forward and put my hands on the floor to help support myself as I got my breath back; by letting my head drop a little, I was able to give Katherine a number of soft kisses on her shoulders, and even the back of her neck as she was panting below me.
Despite how friendly she'd become, and how understanding she'd shown herself to be, I have to admit that I was still more than a little concerned about what had just happened between us. Sure, she'd invited me into the room, asked me to look at her in just the bra and panties, and been the one to grab my dick and tell me she wanted me inside her – but I still knew that 'right' didn't always match up with the way things really happened. It was well within the realm of possibility that even if she didn't kick up a fuss, she might still decide that she didn't want to have to look at the common cab driver that she'd given herself to, and either trade me out for some other cabbie or even call the whole thing off (with an option of canceling any bonuses, as well).
Needless to say, I had considerable interest in what she'd say (and more importantly, DO) when she got herself back together again.
I could feel myself shrinking inside her, and was wondering what the hell to do when I heard her tell me "You're going to slip out of me in a bit; when you do, I'd appreciate it if you could go behind the curtain in the corner, there. You'll find that they leave some small towels for the customers. If you'll bring one back for me quickly, we can avoid staining their carpet."
Figuring that I might as well do what I had to do and be done with it, I eased my hips back and stood up. After pausing just long enough to fasten my pants so I didn't fall on my face, I hustled to get her the requested towel. When I got back, I simply unfolded it and leaned over to drape it along the curve of her ass so that the end of it was in easy reach for her. She quickly reached back between her legs and pressed it against her opening before slowly raising herself up so that she was kneeling on the floor.
She didn't look at me right away, and I figured that she was embarrassed by what had just happened between us. She looked at the floor for a few moments before raising her head to look up at me and say "I don't know about you, but I'm extremely embarrassed by what just happened between us; and feeling more than a little awkward."
I looked at her as I answered "I'm not as embarrassed as I am feeling awkward. Different social level, I suppose."
She looked at me sharply before telling me "No, I don't feel that way because I'm rich and you're not, or because you're a cabbie. I'm embarrassed because I just let you have me on the floor of a shop, and because I just got too damn excited and couldn't control myself."
Hearing that, I knew that I might be able to set her mind at ease – and maybe save myself some grief, too.
Squatting down so that we were on the same level, I took her hand in mine and said "Katherine, it sounds to me like you're beating yourself up about it – and there's no reason for you to."
She snorted, and wryly said "What, I should think that you're just too damn studly for me to resist your charms?"
I patiently answered "No, I don't have enough ego to try and say anything like that. Would you give me the courtesy of listening to me for a moment?"
She nodded her head, if a bit reluctantly, and I told her "Katherine, I don't know if you remember, or not, but you said a few things before we got… distracted."
Snorting again, she muttered "Yeah, distracted!" before I continued "You said that your husband died several years ago, and that with all the money you have, you feel like you have to worry about whether a guy is interested in you or not. You also said that you've had to hold in all your feelings and desires, too, since then. Maybe I'm a little out of line, but it sure as hell seemed to me that you're a fairly passionate woman, and that you've got a healthy interest in physical pleasure. So considering how long it's been since your husband died, and how little intimacy it sounds like you've had, I don't think it's unreasonable to figure there was a lot of pent up emotion and everything in you."