I just smiled down at her, and gently got her turned around so that I could guide her into the living room. Once there, she found a spot on the couch while I got some Mozart going on my stereo. When I came over to take my own seat, she patted the spot next to her to let me know where she expected me to sit. I did as instructed, and she didn't hesitate to snuggle next to me, and pull my arm around her waist. We spent the better part of a couple of hours just sitting there quietly, content to listen to the music and be next to each other.
It was probably midway through the evening when she finally spoke up to say "I know that I really DO have to go home tomorrow, even though I wish I could stay here with you for as long as you'd have me. And it's going to be a long flight home, so I have to get going fairly soon in the morning. But I still want to find out what it's like to make love with you the way you usually do, too."
Knowing what she was getting at, my response was to simply nudge her slightly so that I could stand up and put my hand out toward her. She took it, and let me help her get up from the couch, and then lead her back into the bedroom. Once there, I told her "I want to be the one to undress you; do you want to do me, or watch me do it myself?"
"I just want to watch you", she answered, and I took a small step back so that she could see me better as I calmly went about getting myself naked for her. I didn't pretend to be putting on any kind of show or anything; but the way I did it let her know that I was fully aware of her presence, and doing it just for HER. Once I was nude, I stood there patiently as she looked me over – I could tell that she was trying to burn the look of me into her memory so she'd be able to 'see' me again in the future.
When her eyes told me that she was ready, I stepped close to her again, and carefully went about removing HER clothes, too. As the different bits and areas of her appeared, I would pause to softly caress them with my fingertips, and gently kiss her exposed skin. By the time I knelt down in front of her to slip her panties down her legs, she was already starting to show an aroused blush on her face and shoulders; and her small breasts were visibly tight, her areolas crinkled with her nipples standing out. Slipping my hands under the waistband of her small, brief panties, I could already detect the distinct aroma of her arousal; I detoured briefly to give the small, firm globes of her cute ass a caress and brief squeeze before slipping her panties down. When the crotch of them pulled away from her mons, the scent of her immediately became even stronger; and when I'd slid her panties a little farther down her thighs, I could see that her clitoris was already peeking out from under its hood, and that her labia were parted and faintly glistening with her oils.
Leaning forward, I placed a soft, gentle kiss on her navel and another on her lower belly, just above her sparse pubic thatch. Standing up again, I guided her to turn slightly, then surprised her by picking her up in my arms. After carrying her over to the bed, I gently laid her down on it – then remained standing next to the bed, so that I could look down at her. It took her only a moment to realize that I was trying to memorize the sight of her, just as she'd done of me, and she readily arranged herself so that I had a full, unimpeded view of her entire body.
Once I was satisfied that I wasn't going to forget her any time soon, I moved to lie next to her on the bed. Resting on my side, I put my open hand on her belly before telling her "I know that you enjoyed what we did last night. There were things that you wanted to experience, and I was able to help you find the pleasure that you were after. Now, tonight, it's my chance to show you a different way of finding pleasure, if you'll accept it."
She looked up at me with, if not love, then certainly affection, and answered "I do want to know another way. I don't know if it's going to be the kind of physical pleasure I had last night, but I do know that it will be something that touches me in my heart, and in my soul – because it's YOU doing it, and how much you've come to mean to me. I accept what you're offering me, gladly."
Hearing that, I had reason to hope that the young woman that went back to San Francisco wouldn't be the same person that had called for me from the airport just a few days earlier.
But all of that was for later. Right then, I had the delectable little bundle of the cute and sexy Jenny to tend to. And 'tend to' her, I did.
Leaning over her, I started by kissing her. Not on the lips, as she clearly expected, but on the end of her little button of a nose. Then it was each of her eyes, the corners of her mouth, and the rest of her face – and only then her lips. She parted them slightly in invitation, but I elected to continue onward, to her throat and neck; from there, it was out to the point of her shoulder and back again, with a detour to softly nibble her earlobes, then back across her throat to the other shoulder. Back at her neck again, I raised up enough to kiss her lips again – that time, accepting her offer for our tongues to get reacquainted. As our tongues danced in each others mouths, I started moving my hand on her body, my fingertips tracing butterfly-light trails across her skin.
I knew my efforts to make her more aware of the rest of her body – the parts normally considered 'nonsexual' – were having an effect when I heard Jenny begin softly panting, and felt her begin a subtle writhing under my touch. Even so, I didn't stop what I was doing; I simply continued my efforts, expanding them to include even more of her body.
Finally moving to hold my body over hers, I lowered my head and concentrated on teasing her with my lips, and the tip of my tongue: giving her soft little lip-bites on every bit of her velvety skin the I could get my lips on, occasionally touching the tip of my tongue to her and then gently blowing on the resulting dampness, and softly sucking on random bits of her anatomy. During all of this, I was slowly working my way down her body – shoulders to breasts to belly to hips. To her suprise, I bypassed the area between her thighs in favor of her legs; it was only after I'd worked my way down one leg and then back up the other that I finally settled in to 'tend' to the center of her femininity.
Before me, I could see that my patience and efforts had had the desired effect on her: her labia were dark and extended, and the area between them shiny with her woman's essence. At the top of her cleft, her clitoris had shrugged off its hood to stand exposed to my gaze.
Again, I took the time to memorize the sight of her before lowering my head to give her clit a soft kiss and quick swipe with the end of my tongue – earning me a soft gasp and arching of her hips in response.
Lowering my head a little farther, I was able to take one of her labia between my lips and begin gently licking the surplus of her oils from it. When there wasn't any more to be had, I readily switched to the other and quickly cleaned it of everything but a faint trace of my saliva. Only then was it time for the 'main attraction': extending my tongue, I tried to see just how much of it I could slip past the tight ring of her vaginal opening. I didn't get as much of it into her as I wanted, but judging from the way her legs spread as she opened herself to me even more, she found the results quite satisfactory. As my tongue continued to probe her, I opened my mouth and fastened myself to her, leech-like. Except that unlike a leech, what I started softly sucking from her wasn't blood, but the lubrication that she'd made in abundance. Her juices were light, and thin, yet still surprisingly oily; the taste of her was musky and tangy, and easily as unique as she was. As pleasant as her oils were on my tongue, it didn't take me long to exhaust the immediate supply – something I easily corrected through the simple expedient of using my upper lip to begin a soft massaging of her clitoris as I continued to both try and fuck her with my tongue and suckle at her opening. It wasn't but a very few moments before her hands were in my hair, holding me in place as she writhed under my oral assault and produced a nearly constant supply of her nectar for me to consume.