Lowering my head, I softly kissed her lips before telling her "I was trying to make it the best I could for you. I'm glad you liked it."
Amazed, she looked up at me and asked "You were trying to make that happen for me? On purpose?"
Smiling, I answered "Yes, to both. You said you wanted to find out what feels good for you; you seem to have enjoyed the other things we've done, so I figured you wouldn't mind trying one more."
Looking at me, she said "It felt real good when you started pressing yourself against me, and by the time I realized that you had changed to doing MORE than that, it simply felt too damn good. Before, when my husband did anything like that, it didn't feel good for me – but it only happened when he was almost done, so I learned to live with it. But now… tonight… somehow, you made it different. How? Why?"
After kissing the tip of her nose, I answered "I think it was probably a couple of things. First, we were making love because you wanted us to. Second, you had already learned how to enjoy sex, so when I changed from doing the one thing to the other, you didn't have any reason not to continue enjoying it. Or even enjoying it MORE, if I'm not mistaken", with a grin.
She grinned in response before telling me "Oh, yes, I enjoyed it just fine."
My shoulders were starting to get a little tired, and when I shifted my weight slightly, Kat realized that I was still inside her – and still (mostly) erect. I saw her eyes get big before she said "I… I was sure I felt you squirting in me. It made me climax even harder…"
"Yes, I did cum in you. But the way you felt around me, and the way you still feel, feels real good to me, and is helping keep me like this. Are you saying you don't want me in you now?", I asked, teasing her.
She immediately informed me "I'm certainly not saying that!" before realizing that I was teasing. Somewhat abashed, she quietly told me "No, I was just surprised, is all. It feels good having you in me like that, and it's nice how you're holding yourself over me the way you are. It's like cuddling, only better."
After kissing her lips again, I told her "I'll be happy to stay like this for as long as I can."
She crinkled her nose before she said "I know we can't stay like this for too long."
"No – but that doesn't mean that we have to make any big deal about what happens, either."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean that when I finally slip out of you, there's no reason that either of us has to jump up and run off to clean up. I liked the holding and touching and cuddling before we started making love, and I just don't think there's any reason not to do those things afterwards, too." I pretty much expected that she'd gotten up as soon as she could after sex (I didn't figure it could rightly be called 'making love') with her husband, and hoped to get her to start thinking differently about post-coitus, too.
She seemed a bit uncertain, and I remembered something she'd said earlier: "After we touched ourselves and I was holding you, you told me that after you'd had my cum in you, you weren't going to worry about having it ON you. Unless something has changed since then, is there any reason for us not to simply enjoy being together for a little longer after we've made each other feel so good?"
She considered that for a few moments before smiling up at me and saying "No, nothing has changed; and there's no reason at all we can't do that. In fact, I think I'd like that!" before lifting her head long enough to give me a kiss on the lips.
We stayed like that, with me over her, as my penis ever so slowly deflated; when I finally slipped out of her, we shared a kiss before I lifted myself off of her to see what she wanted to do. She rolled over onto her side before turning her head to look at me and ask "Hold me?"
I happily positioned myself behind her, and put my arm around her – not surprised in the slightest when she moved my hand to her breast before wriggling herself back against me. Neither of us felt the need to say anything more to each other, though I did give her an occasional soft kiss on the shoulder or the back of her neck or anyplace else that struck my fancy.
Quite a few minutes passed before I heard her say "As nice as it feels to be with you like this, I'm starting to feel a little cold and squishy. Would you be upset if I wanted to take a shower?"
I gave her a brief hug before answering "Only if you wanted to take it alone."
She turned her head to look at me, and I could see how pleased she was as she told me "I certainly wouldn't want to upset you…"
A few moments later, and the two of us were in her bathroom, holding each other as she got the shower started, and the temperature adjusted. Once that was done, we had a splendid time helping each other clean up – with a fair amount of playful molesting, groping, fondling, and general grab-assery along the way.
Dried off and dressed, she let me hold her on my lap on the couch for a little while as we chatted about the different things she planned to do when she got home. Finally, though, it was late enough that I simply had to get home. Before she would vacate my lap, though, Kat told me "Jim, I want you to know how very lucky I feel I am to have met you. You started out as a damn fine cab driver, and just kept getting better and better from there. Not only have you proven yourself to be a friend, but you've helped me find a way to give some purpose to my life. On top of all of that, you've given me the guidance I needed to turn loose of some of my fears and inhibitions – and brought me pleasure and feelings I hadn't known were even possible. You're intelligent, thoughtful in both senses of the word, considerate, patient, and too many other things for me to mention. You're the kind of person that this sorry world of ours needs more of, and I can't begin to tell you how happy and grateful I am to have gotten to know you. I don't think that it would ever occur to you to ask, so I'm going to tell you: if you ever find you need or want to stop driving cabs, there will be a job – and a good-paying one! – waiting for you at one of the foundations that I'll be setting up. There isn't a doubt in my mind that any organization that you were a part of would benefit from having you around, and listening to you."
I didn't figure that there was a whole lot for me to say in response, except "Thank you, Kat. All I've done for you is to help you find what was already inside you. You're a damn fine person, yourself, and I think you've brought as much into my life as you say I have to yours. It truly is a pleasure for me to have gotten to know you, and I'm honored that someone such as yourself would think so highly of me."
With that, the two of us stood up, and I readily let her pull me into a kiss and hug before we headed for the door. When we got there, she told me "Thank you, James, for everything", and I responded by taking her hands in mine and kissing them before saying "And thank you, Kat" before taking my leave.
It was maybe a month later when I got a letter through the cab company office. When I opened it, all there was inside was a clipping from a newspaper. Reading it, I quickly saw that it was about Katherine: it told about how she was using a surprisingly high percentage of her fortune to establish a number of non-profit groups intended to assist those that needed it. The thing that really got my attention, though, was something that she said in it: "Thanks to the example of someone very special to me, I've learned that each of us – even a cab driver – can have a positive impact on someone else's life if we have the courage and compassion to speak and act when it is needed."