"Kat, it just isn't who I am to be any other way – at least, not without damn good cause. You tell me that I've shown you all those good traits, but I've only responded to the way that you acted toward me. Instead of treating me like a hired lackey today, you were gracious and considerate. Rather than barricade yourself behind your money, you chose to be courteous and friendly. You could easily have made yourself unapproachable, but instead, you let me know that you would welcome my thoughts and opinions. I've driven other wealthy people who made it more than clear to me that they thought they were somehow 'better' than I am – and if you'd acted that way, I'd have willingly let you continue in that fantasy. But because you dealt with me as another human being, I was happy to respond in kind. So any good will I showed you was only my reciprocating what you showed ME."
A couple of seconds passed before she told me "And that is a lesson that I'm never going to forget: that a person's worth as a human being is NOT determined by their social or economic status, but by what's inside them. You can be sure that I won't tolerate any of that nonsense when I get home and get my projects started – the waitress we had is simply too much of an example why not to."
With that, she let me draw her down so that she was lying next to me again, and I gladly put my arm back around her.
Several minutes later, she softly nudged my arm out of the way so that she could roll over onto her back. I didn't realize that she wanted anything more than a change of position until she reached over to take hold of the wrist of my arm that was away from her and use it to get me to roll over onto my side, facing her. That done, she put my hand on her breast and quietly told me "I'm ready to have you teach me the rest, now, Jim."
I got myself propped up on my elbow again and, looking down at her again, asked "You're sure?"
She didn't have any problem with looking into my eyes as she confidently answered "Yes, I'm sure."
Lowering my head, I gave her a soft, brief kiss on the lips; when our lips touched again, she made it more than clear that she wanted to learn what I had to offer.
Even as our next kiss was growing longer and more passionate, I was using the hand she'd put on her breast to gently squeeze it, and toy with its nipple; when she softly moaned her pleasure, I traced a path over to the other, and happily gave it much the same treatment.
I'd gotten both of her nipples hard and erect when Kat opened her mouth slightly and tentatively touched her tongue to my lips. I didn't hesitate to open my mouth in return, and send my tongue out to welcome hers to the neighborhood. Once they'd introduced themselves to each other, they began playing a game of 'tag' that ranged from her mouth to mine, and back again.
With her willing to to take things that far, I figured I'd find out what else she was agreeable to – and slowly moved my touch farther and farther down her body, giving her plenty of time to let me know if I was trying to advance things too quickly for her. When my fingertips found the lush forest of her pubis, she moaned softly and parted her thighs in invitation for me to continue. Even with her opening herself to me that way, I still had to take a little time to marvel and delight in the thick softness covering her mons. When I finally progressed to the area between her thighs, I found that she was well along the path of arousaclass="underline" her labia were full and extended, and the area between them slick with her oils; at the top of her cleft, her clitoris was starting to make its appearance.
Though we had to come up for air every so often, our kisses continued as I used my hand and fingers to not only learn more about her particulars, but to increase her excitement. Wetted with her essence, my fingertip teased and toyed with her clitoris to ratchet up her passion and desire; a bit later, she arched her hips in welcome when I patiently worked a finger into her hot, slick channel.
It wasn't long before kissing her was all but impossible – she was simply panting and moaning too much. Moving my head lower on her, I found something else to do to keep my lips and mouth and tongue busy – well, two things, actually.
Using what I'd learned and witnessed while the two of us were on the couch, I had a wonderful time with her breasts while my hand and fingers stayed busy even farther down. I knew my efforts were appreciated when she held my head in her hands as the duration and intensity of her sounds of pleasure increased. She seemed to particularly enjoy it when I gently chewed on her areolas and softly bit the hard erasers of her nipples.
The scent of her arousal was thick in the air when I decided that it was finally time I found out if she tasted as good as she smelled. Moving my body over hers, I covered her shoulders and throat in small, soft kisses, with brief side trips to softly nibble her earlobes before slowly kissing my way down her body. I delayed at her breasts long enough to freshen the coat of saliva I'd left on her nipples, and cover her breasts with small 'bites' from my lips; then it was time to continue my journey.
She readily spread her legs to make room for mine, and didn't show even the slightest nervousness or concern about what I was going to do – not even when my lips reached the edge of her pubic thatch. In fact, when I first kissed the inside of one of her thighs, she spread them even farther before pulling her knees up to open herself to me even more. My kisses started near her knees, and alternated from one leg to the other, each kiss a trifle higher as I slowly worked my way closer and closer to the core of her womanhood. After I'd finally kissed her on each of the creases between her pelvis and thighs, I got the opportunity I'd been waiting for: the chance to have an up-close, clear, and unimpeded look at her fully aroused womanhood.
And was damn glad that I did.
Her labia weren't particularly long or short, or thick or thin – what they were was as young-looking as if she were still a teenage virgin: smooth and straight, without the outer edges of them looking like dried-up old shoe tongues. They were visibly soft, and dark with her arousal. Between them, the opening to her sex was visible, the entire area glistening with her essence; at the top, her pea-sized clitoris was almost completely exposed.
It took me all of a zillionth of a second to decide that hers was the single best-looking pussy I'd ever seen.
Then, after I'd had the chance to extend my tongue and trace it along her cleft to sample her nectar, I decided that hers was the best-tasting pussy, as welclass="underline" her oils were light and thin, fresh, and tasting vaguely spicy. I could only mourn the fact that I'd likely never get the chance to see and taste her again, and resolve to make the best of the opportunity that a particularly kind and benevolent Deity had given me.
The next pass of my tongue delved a little deeper, and extended a little farther to include her clitoris – and earned myself a deep, passionate moan from her in the process.
Over the course of the next several minutes, she couldn't have been left with any doubt that not only did I enjoy what I was doing, but that I particularly enjoyed doing it to her.
I knew that she liked what I was doing, too, from the variety of noises that she made and the way she arched her hips up in welcome each time my tongue dipped into her womanhood or fluttered across her clit. As wet as she was getting, and from the sounds that she was making, I knew that I was getting her close to an orgasm – and quietly resolved to make it a damn good one for her.