Having relieved her of all the clothing that I wanted to – that is, all of it – I stood up and moved close enough to take her into my arms again. By that time, my cock was considerably more than 'semi' erect, and I didn't doubt that she could feel it pressing against her; but because I was holding her as steadily and gently as I was, she knew that I wasn't trying to rush her.
My arms were folded across her belly, under her breasts; my height advantage over her let me see that her breasts were medium-sized tawny mounds that were capped with small, dark areolas that were barely larger than her visibly erect nipples.
As she leaned back against me, I could hear the happiness and pleasure in her voice when she softly said "This is how I dreamed of being touched, and how a man should be with a woman: gently, with care, from the heart…"
It wasn't until I softly kissed the top of her head that she seemed to realize that what we were doing was real. Once she did, she didn't hesitate to gently pull herself away from me and turn around to make the front of herself visible to me, too. Unashamed, she stood there, letting me look at her: the firm mounds of her breasts standing out from her chest; her flat belly, and the small dark strip covering her pubic mound; and the trim smoothness of her thighs. When I looked into her eyes again, I could only tell her "You are far more lovely than I could have imagined. Thank you for sharing your beauty with me." The resulting smile from her made my entire year.
Stepping close to me again, she looked up at me to ask "Do you want to undress, too? Or can I do it for you?"
"If it would make you happy, then help yourself", I replied.
With a pleased smile, she calmly reached up and started with my shirt; when she had it open, she slid her hands underneath it to feel my chest and belly for a bit before pulling them back out again so she could finish removing it. That was followed by my pants, and after only the briefest hesitation, my undershorts. When my cock and balls were exposed, I heard her breath catch in her throat before she continued sliding my briefs down my legs. Once I was as naked as she was, she took my penis in her hand, and after only a moments consideration, leaned forward to kiss the head of it before standing up again.
Looking into my eyes, she told me "Already, you have shown me more kindness and patience than I have known with a man. Because of how you have been with me, I am not nervous or afraid any more; and I know that I can trust you to help me lose my fear. You are a good man, and I know that what we do is the right thing."
There wasn't anything for me to say in response to that; and all I could do was take her hands and softly kiss them again. She smiled at me, and without either of us having to say anything, we made our way toward the bed. She moved to the other side of it, and when she started to pull the covers down, I readily did the same on my side. Though she tried not to show it, I could see that she was both surprised and pleased that I did so as the two of us moved to lie down.
When we were next to each other, I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow so that I could look at her. I put my hand on her belly – surprising her again – before gently asking her "What we do, and when, is up to you, Saleh. How would you like to start?"
"I have never seen, I mean really looked at, a mans parts before. Is it okay?"
"Of course it is. If you have questions, I will answer them the best I can", I told her, before moving to lie down on my back again. It took a few seconds, but she soon realized that I was making myself available to her; she readily sat up and moved around so that she could get a proper view. I didn't hesitate to tell her "If you want to touch and move things around, that's okay, too."
She was a little hesitant at first, but when I continued to simply lie there while she examined me, it didn't take her long to become more confident and inquisitive. She had a few questions (my circumcision included), and my calmly factual responses seemed to encourage her to ask pretty much anything that popped into her head. Still, the male genitalia simply aren't that complex and it didn't take long before she knew as much as she wanted to. Satisfied, she moved to lie down again, but on her side so that she could put her head on my shoulder as she draped a leg and arm across me. I put my arm around her, and softly caressed her side while I waited to see what she wanted to do next.
Several minutes went by before I heard her ask me "You are waiting for me, aren't you? To see what I want?"
"Yes. I told you that I'm not going to push you, and I meant it. Like I said, what we do, and when, is up to you."
Another minute or so went by before she told me "I only thought that you meant you would not hurry me, not that you would let ME decide."
"Now you know that that's exactly what I meant: that the decisions are up to you."
"Are you doing that because of what happened with me?"
"No, I'm doing it because that's my way. I am like this with any woman that needed to learn about being with a man and finding pleasure."
That prompted her to raise up enough to look into my face as she asked "You have been with other women like me?"
"Not other women that have been exactly like you, no. But there have been women that didn't know about men, or that they should be able to feel physical pleasure."
She considered that for a bit before asking "Do you still spend time with them?"
"No. They have all been people that I have met, and seen that they needed help with something. It wasn't until after I got to know them a little bit, like I did with you, that I learned what the problem was, and helped them – just like I'm doing with you. Each of them had her own life that she had to live, and after we were together, I have never seen them again."
She lowered herself to rest on me again, and a few minutes went by before I heard her say "I think that you are much kinder and more generous than I thought, to do that for them. Didn't you ever want any of them to stay?"
"No, I didn't want any of them to stay. Like I said, each of them had a life different than mine that SHE had to live. For me and any of them to stay together, she or I would have had to change our lives. It isn't my way to ask anyone else to change themselves to be with me, and I'm too happy with who I am and MY life to want to change for someone else."
Another minute went by before she said "I think maybe knowing those women for so short a time has sometimes made you sorry."
"A little bit. But it has also made me happy, and feel good, to know that I have been able to help them. Sometimes I've heard from them later, and I know that they are much happier now; so the good feelings I have about what happened with them is greater than the sadness of only knowing them for a little while."
"And me?"
"Yes, I will be sorry when you have to go. But it will comfort me and make me happy that I was able to help you – even more so because I will know how much your life will change: from what you have already had to go through, to what I think your life will be like afterwards, it will be like the difference between night and day."
"How can you know that?"
"How can it be otherwise? I understand, at least a little bit, how unhappy you were after you married. And you have already told me that I have been more patient and kind than you've ever experienced with a man. How much happier and content do you think you'll be when you find the man that you want to spend your life with, and have his children? Won't that be so much greater than whatever little bit that we have together?"
Several seconds ticked by before I heard her quiet "I… I hadn't thought of that, really. But you're right."
A few moments later, she raised up again to look into my face as she told me "If we are only to have this little time together, then I should start learning what I want from you – and making our time something that you will be happy to remember."