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Back Rub
by G Smith (gsmith625@hotmail.com)

***

A man tries to sooth a hassled workmate's ruffled 
nerves, only to become fuck-buddies. (MF, work, rom)

***

It started with a message on my voicemail.

"Hi babe. Those damn fuckers. I just got out of the 
meeting and I've had it. I'm going home. See you 
tomorrow."

I had some trouble hearing the message because she'd 
called from her car and the cell phone wasn't living up 
to its advertised crystal clarity. Her voice was also 
low; she sounded very dispirited.

I was late getting back to my office after trying to 
wrestle another dose of reality down the throats of the 
developers. So, both of us had a trying day, had we.

Marty and I had started with the company about the same 
time. She was their new marketing hope, lots of big city 
experience and drive. Early 30s, she was just over 6' in 
her heels, black hair cut short, smart dresser, nice 
enough to look at, more so when she began moving around. 
Then, she was dynamite. She attacked the space around 
her and her rapid movement attracted the eye. There 
always seemed to be a aura of barely suppressed energy 
about her. 

As a contract manager, I was hired because I knew the 
market, the key clients and a little about delivering 
software applications. We made ourselves into a team but 
only during work hours. She seemed more interested in 
the young, high flyers downtown and that disqualified me 
on two out of three counts. Still, there was always 
hope.

**

What made the message pique my interest was her use of 
"babe". While we called ourselves all sorts of names, 
that hadn't been one of them. She really sounded down. I 
had been to her place only once when I helped her move 
an antique bonnet chest from her sister's. Could I cheer 
her up? Should I? "Faint heart, etc. etc." She only had 
to say, "No."

This should be a little special so I decided to arm 
myself with the appropriate weapons designed to at least 
gain entrance. Stopping at a shopping mall, I picked up 
some red wine that I thought she'd like, assorted finger 
foods and three blood red gladiolus stems (the last 
north of Texas, probably).

Walking back to the car, I passed one of those shops 
that sells soaps, oils and other slithery, scented 
liquids. "What she needs is a back rub," I thought.

Fifteen minutes and several more swipes of the plastic 
later, I was ready.

Driving across the city to her apartment, I wasn't sure 
about all I hoped to gain. "See what happens. Don't push 
it." ran through my mind like some kind of calming 
mantra.

One thing looked good as I turned onto her street. 
Someone had messed up and left a parking space. Nope, 
didn't look like there was another movie shoot. 
Whispering a thanks to the traffic gods, I started up 
the walk towards her building.

Now, this could be a problem. If I rang her number, 
she'd just as likely say she was too tired. (I don't go 
for pressing numbers at random until some poor dumb soul 
buzzes me through.) But, there was a couple leaving as I 
pulled the outer door open. Seeing me all decked out 
with appropriate "date" type packages, he winked over 
the head of his girl friend, wished me "Bonne chance" 
and let me through. The draw bridge was down!

**

Ringing her door buzzer, I felt the sweat trickling down 
my sides. I could sense her looking through the security 
peep hole and heard the lock snick back.

"Hi there...how are you?" When all fails, crib a line 
from The Eagles.

Marty was wearing a silk shortie robe, tied at the 
waist. Her makeup was off, her hair was wet and all I 
could see were her big, dark eyes widening as she 
realized what she was facing.

"Here, these need water," handing her the glads. "This 
needs opening," pushing a bottle of wine in her other 
hand. "This, I'll light myself," flourishing a tall 
candle. For some reason, I had remembered that her 
favourite scent was Patchouli.

There was a pause that went on and on. The touch of one 
of her cats figure eighting around her ankles startled 
her. "Come in, you're here now." Not the most auspicious 
welcome, but it wasn't, "Hit the road, Jack."

"Don't put your coat there; there's cat hair all over 
that chair. Let me take it." Shrugging out of it, I 
handed it over and she took it into her bedroom. I 
didn't know where to go so I stayed right where I was. 
The cat came over to investigate.

Coming back out, she said, "Are you just going to stand 
there?" Picking up the flowers and the wine, she walked 
into the kitchen. "There're glasses in the cabinet. 
Don't pet Fleur; she bites." That's OK. Blue pin striped 
suits and cat fur don't go together.

A little warning, there? I didn't know but I got the 
glasses without suffering any bloodletting.

"So, why are you here?" was Marty's question as she 
popped the cork from the wine bottle.

"Well, you sounded so down in your message that I 
decided you needed a soothing back rub." Holding up my 
last bag of scents and oils, "I have these to help out. 
They're guaranteed to make you feel better." It was a 
little lame, but I was winging it.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"No and we're going to start right now. No ifs, ands or 
buts. Bring the wine with you."

Now, we had treated each other as equals at work. She 
knew her job and I knew mine. We had been able to work 
together and do some good stuff. This was a decided 
departure from our usual bantering back and forth. I 
really thought she needed someone to treat her nicely 
tonight and if I had to push a little, I would.

Standing still, Marty looked at me as I took the candles 
and bottles of oils out of the bag. On top of her 
fridge, at the back, I could see a couple of ash trays 
remaining from her ex. They would be good enough for the 
larger candles. I had bought some coloured glass holders 
for the tea candles.

"Come on, Marty. This will make you feel better," and I 
turned to go out of the kitchen. Fleur was standing in 
the doorway. "Look, Puss. Move way or you get drop 
kicked into next week." (Not a chance, the cat would cut 
me to ribbons if I even looked sideways at her. Besides, 
I like cats.) She moved, though.

I walked into her bedroom and started setting up. One of 
the large Patchouli candles went onto her bedside table, 
the other on her dresser. Lighting them, I then lit and 
placed the little tea candles in their holders around 
the room. Finally, I turned out the lights.

"What are you doing?" came from the door way.

"When we finished, you're going to go right to sleep. 
Better here than in the living room. This way, you won't 
have to move." That was all the rationale I could think 
of.

"I don't think so, G. I really don't want to do anything 
but..."

"No, Marty," I interrupted. "Tonight you need someone to 
do something good to you, just for you."

Marty was quite proud of her wrought iron bed frame and 
she had decorated the room in white. (This was the first 
time I had been in here.) The bed itself seemed piled 
with five feet of comforter, pillows, throws and the 
other things that women, now living alone, soothe their 
souls with.

"Do you have a big towel?, I asked Marty. "I don't want 
to get anything on your sheets." I pulled the comforter 
and the top sheet down to the foot of the bed. "This is 
your own, very private place. I appreciate your even 
letting me in the door."

As I folded the bedclothes neatly, Marty remained 
standing in the doorway. As I moved back towards her, 
she held up one hand. Taking it in mine, I moved closer 
to her.

"Look, we've always been les deux etrangers, us against 
les autres. 

Tonight's back rub is just between you and me. No one 
else will know."

She didn't pull her hand away but there was a 
questioning look on her face.

"Marty, let me do it." I was speaking very quietly. 
"You'll have the next 15 or 20 minutes just for 
yourself. Indulge yourself a bit. I guarantee it will be 
worth it. Back rubs are something I know and I want to 
give you this special treat tonight. Maybe it will make 
up for the shitty time you had this afternoon."

The lines began disappearing from her face. "Why a back 
rub? My bath relaxed me."

"Then, this will be the icing on the cake."

I could see her thinking about the prospect. The set of 
her shoulders started to soften and I could see a very 
small smile light up in her eyes. Nodding her head once, 
Marty whispered, "Okay."

Moving very close to her, I raised her hand and lightly 
kissed the ring on her index finger. Looking her right 
in the eyes, I could smell the perfume from her bath. 
"This is your place. You set the rules and you control 
what happens in here." I paused to give her time to 
accept that. " Now, about that towel?"

Marty put the wine and glasses down and went into her 
bathroom. I took my jacket off and put in on the chest 
under the window. Rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, I 
walked into the kitchen to wash my hands. This would 
make sure that they were clean as well as warming them 
up.

Moving back to the bedroom, I saw Marty had got out one 
of those big beach towels.

"Perfect," I said and spread it out on the bed. "Would 
you like some wine?" I knew that I was going to need 
something soon. "There's also a couple of things to 
munch on. Have you had anything to eat?

I felt there was some sort of momentum going but I 
certainly wasn't going to force anything with her. I had 
probably usurped all the control I could. Pouring the 
wine wouldn't break the rhythm too much, I thought.

"We need a toast, or something," I said as I handed her 
a glass. To quote one who knows, "Fuck em; they're all 
assholes.'"

We both started to laugh and repeated the toast in 
unison. The Aussies make damn fine red wine.

"But, you haven't told me everything," Marty queried and 
she came further into her bedroom.

"I decided that a back rub was what you needed. It's 
that simple. Have another sip of wine and lie down on 
your bed."

I was looking at the different bottles in the dim candle 
light. I hoped this was relaxing oil, not the energizing 
one. (The latter was for some other time, I hoped). I 
was surprised that Marty was going along with this. If I 
had tried ordering her around at work, there would have 
been the equivalent of low-yield thermonuclear 
explosion. Here, in her own apartment, she was 
different. As long as I merely opened a door and left it 
up to her, she was prepared to go through it.

I could see that mentioning her bed had brought her 
doubts back to the surface. I understood her hesitation.

"Marty, haven't we always trusted each other at work? 
Don't we work well together?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts. A minute ago, you decided that you would 
accept a back rub from me, didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Marty, stop that," I countered a little more firmly. 
"Trust me now. This is my gift to you. When it's over, 
you'll not even know why you wondered."

I stopped again to let her agree to what was going to 
happen. "I want to do this and I think you want me to do 
it, too. But, it's your choice."

"All right. It would feel good, wouldn't it?"

"Marty, let's be sure between the two of us. You do want 
me to give you a back rub, don't you?

"Yes, I do."

The robe was going to be a problem. For the first time, 
I really looked at Marty. Even in the low light, it was 
obvious she wasn't wearing anything under it.

"I'm going to see if you've any CDs to play. While I'm 
gone, open the robe up, slip your arms out and fold it 
down to your waist. It's warm enough in here so you 
won't get cold. Then, lie down on the bed." I left the 
bedroom thinking that might prompt her to follow my 
instructions.

I picked out the "You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To" 
volume from The Mercury Songbook collection. Setting the 
CD on repeat, I returned to the bedroom.

Marty was lying on her front with her face towards the 
door. Her back was bare with the robe draped over her 
butt. There was a question in her eyes but the vertical 
lines between her eyebrows had disappeared. The scent of 
the Patchouli was much stronger now and Marty was no 
longer displaying any discomfort at my being in her 
bedroom.

Rubbing my hands together, I sat down on the edge of her 
bed. Opening the bottle of oil, I poured a little onto 
my left hand. Holding it down near her nose, I asked, 
"Smell okay?"

Marty nodded her head so I poured some more onto my 
hand. I put the bottle on the table and transferred oil 
to my right hand. Starting just at the top of her spine, 
I began gently to rub the oil into her skin. As I moved 
the oil out onto her shoulder blades, I realized that 
this was going to take some time.

When I had spread the oil out, I started to increase the 
pressure on Marty's back with the heels of my hands. I 
could feel the bumps along her spine as I increased the 
size of the circles. I ran the sides of my thumbs up and 
down the troughs next to her spinal column. As her skin 
warmed up, I could feel little shifts in her body as she 
settled into her bed.

There was still enough oil so I moved my hands out to 
her upper arms and around the outer edges of her 
shoulders. (She was really a lot thinner than I had 
imagined back in the office.) Marty had tucked her 
forearms under her body but now she lifted her torso up 
a little and laid her arms down by her sides.

Once I felt that the upper portion of her back was 
covered, I poured some more oil onto my hands and 
started on her arms. As I reached between her left arm 
and her side, I happened to scrape a finger against her 
ribs. With a jerk, she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Ticklish?" I asked.

"A little."

"I'll try to be careful." But I flicked her rib cage 
again.

Working my thumbs into the flesh of her arm, I worked 
down to her hand. With the back of her hand lying on the 
towel, I gently stroked the palm of her hand with my 
fingernails and was rewarded with another twitch.

"I said I'd be careful. I didn't say I wouldn't tickle 
you." Marty responded with a short chuckle.

I moved to the other side of the bed to work on her 
right side. More oil and more soothing pressure, I 
hoped. While there, I returned to her back and began 
moving the oil, spreading it in circles lower down her 
back. Again, I was taken by how fragile her ribs seemed 
to be. Here, there was very little in the way of muscle 
sheathing and I tried to find just the right pressure 
without being too light or too heavy.

I had now done all of her back above the bunched up 
fabric of her robe. Wiping my hands on the bottom corner 
of the towel, I gently picked up what I thought was the 
top fold to move it down some more. I saw that instead 
of just slipping out of the top part of her robe, Marty 
has undone the tie. I lifted the entire robe from her 
and placed it over the pillows next to her head.

I now had just under six feet of warm, ivory coloured 
woman lying on her bed. The candles cast a yellow, 
softly flickering light over Marty's back, buttocks and 
legs. Despite her slender build, there wasn't a sharp 
curve to her body. Not wanting her to get chilled, I 
returned to the back rub.

With more oil in the palms of my hands, I started to rub 
it into the base of her spine and the flare of her hips. 
Again, there were some small shifts in her body as the 
oil on my hands warmed her. The crease between the 
halves of her buttocks was in deep shadow as my thumbs 
started to massage them. I started to dig deeper with my 
fingers, pulling the flesh on her buttocks up and 
outwards.

"That's not my back," came a muffled comment from Marty.

I leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on the dimples 
above her crack. 

Her skin twitched again from the bristles of my beard 
and moustache. This close, I could see the fine dark 
hair radiating out across the shelf of her buttocks.

Turning around, I poured some oil onto the back of her 
right thigh. With both hands, I started running down her 
legs, easing up on the tender skin of the backs of her 
knees. The fingers of my right hand were between her 
legs and I could feel a slight tremor in the long 
muscles of her thigh. Reaching, I massaged her calf but 
that was as far as I could go from my sitting position.

I stepped to the end of the bed and lifted her foot. I 
started in on the ball and arch of her foot with my two 
thumbs while I just grazed the delicate skin on the top 
of her foot with my fingertips.

I looked up the length of Marty's body and returned my 
gaze to the junction of her legs. The shadow was too 
deep to see anything but I knew that I wanted to more 
than massage that part of her.

"Warm enough?" I asked. I could see her short black hair 
nod an ascent. I ran my oily fingers between her toes 
and deposited a kiss on the pad of each one of them.

Picking up her left foot, I repeated the ministrations 
and left another five kisses. With more oil again, I 
began her left leg. At some point, I had dragged my tie 
on the surface of her skin and I could see a little 
glint of candlelight on the end. This was much too 
enjoyable to worry about a $60 tie.

As I moved up her calf, I saw that Marty had spread her 
legs a little and I could see some tendrils of hair at 
the top of her thighs. I repeated running my hands up 
her thighs but, this time, I was facing her. I 
deliberately ran my hand deeper up her leg until just 
below where I thought the hair between her legs would 
be.

I brought my fingertips up in a arc, tracing the join of 
her thigh and buttock. At this point, I noticed that 
Marty's breathing had quickened. So had mine as I 
realized that that was an honest erection in my pants.

Holding her upper thigh in my hands, I rotated my right 
hand down between her leg until my palm was almost 
underneath. My index finger brushed against her on the 
downstroke and I pressed against her mound as I withdrew 
my hand. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy 
on the back of my hand.

Bending over, I kissed the tops of her buttocks and gave 
a little lick to the crease between them. I don't know 
whether the oil had any taste but I could smell the 
faint aroma of her feminine arousal. It was still 
getting warmer in her bedroom and the mixture of her 
closeness and the scents in the room were giving me a 
high.

"Would you like some more wine?" I asked as I came up to 
her head. Marty's eyes opened and she just looked at me. 
I wiped my hands on the towel and poured wine into both 
glasses.

"Why don't you turn over? You can drink your wine and I 
can do your front." I know there was a tremble in my 
voice when I said it.

Looking up at me and said, "You want to, don't you?"

"What does this bulge in my pants tell you," I 
responded. "But, it's your choice. I can go now, or any 
time you say."

"I'd like some more wine." With that, she turned over 
and held out her hand. God, she was beautiful. No fancy 
power clothes, no high priced make up, nothing other 
than what she was.

Her breasts were capped with dark brown areolae, their 
nipples barely visible. As I looked down her body, I 
could see a very faint sheen of sweat captured in the 
light of the large candle at the head of the bed. 
Leaning up on her elbow, Marty took a sip, then a 
second.

"Come here," she said. I bent down and she lifted her 
left arm up to grasp my neck. I could faintly taste the 
wine on her lips, a taste that became stronger as she 
pushed her tongue between my lips. I slipped my arms 
around her body and pulled her into my chest as our kiss 
deepened.

"You're going to get oil on everything. Take your 
clothes off."

"It's still your say, Marty. All you have to say..."

"My say is yes. Is that clear enough?"

I slipped off my braces, undoing my tie (which got a 
little complicated at one point). Undoing the buttons of 
my shirt, I continued by unzipping my pants. The shirt 
hit the floor and I stepped out of my pants and shorts. 
Shoes and socks followed. I didn't have the advantage of 
an after-work shower so she was going to have to take me 
the way I was.

I sat down on the bed and reached for the bottle of oil. 
This time, I poured a little onto the upper slopes of 
her breasts. As I reached to begin rubbing it into her 
skin, Marty wrapped her hand around my erect penis in 
the hitchhiker grip. She started to rub her thumb around 
the glans as I rubbed circles of the oil into both her 
breasts.

Under my thumbs, I could feel her nipples begin to 
stiffen so I increased the pressure, scooping them up in 
the V between my thumbs and index fingers. Lifting her 
breasts away from her chest, I brought my lips down to 
her left breast and drew the nipple into my mouth. I 
flicked my tongue across the nipple and ran my tongue 
around it, pressing down into the mass of her breast.

I took this nipple between my teeth, rolling it back and 
forth. Marty's left hand was back behind my neck holding 
me down to her. I could feel her finger nails running up 
through my hair, digging into my scalp, sending shivers 
down my spine and goose bumps across my back.

Replacing my lips with my hand, I switched to her other 
breast and gave it the same adoring attention. My hand 
had continued its milking motion on her right breast. 
Marty's right hand was not content merely to hold my 
penis as she started to move the loose skin up and down, 
very slowly jacking me off. At the top of the stroke, 
her thumb stroked across the sensitive tip, smearing my 
pre-cum around the head.

As I worshiped at her breast, I could feel the light 
tracings on her nails on my chest. She skimmed her 
fingers through my chest hair until she could feel my 
nipple. Grasping it between her thumb and middle finger, 
she flicked it with the nail on her index finger.

As I started to move down her body, Marty lifted both 
hands above her head. I looked up in alarm, fearing that 
some limit had been reached. Instead, I saw that she had 
grabbed the bars of the headboard and was tensing the 
muscles in her arms and upper body. As she relaxed, I 
kissed her armpit, licking up the traces of sweat that 
had gathered there.

I poured a small amount of oil into her navel. Using my 
thumbs, I moved it over her stomach, reaching up to the 
arch of her rib cage. Marty was still doing her version 
of horizontal sit-ups and I could feel her abs 
contracting under my hands. As she would tense, I would 
move my hands out to her sides, gradually moving lower 
until I met the rising slope of her softly furred mons.

It wasn't only her arms that were moving now. Marty's 
hips were starting a little dance of their own. I looked 
up to see a little frown appear on her face. This seemed 
to deepen each time Marty rotated her pelvis upwards in 
time with her upper body contractions.

Moving up to the head of the bed, I asked, "Okay?"

"It's been a long time," she murmured. "I'm just getting 
ready."

I ran my tongue between her lips and Marty brought her 
arms down to wrap me closer to her. I darted my tongue 
into her mouth, pushing at her teeth and the inside of 
her lips. Her tongue met mine and drove back into my 
mouth.

The panting was becoming louder as we broke apart.

Marty brought her left leg up and tapped my shoulder 
with her knee. I put my hand behind her knee and pushed 
the heel of my hand into the underside of her thigh. I 
ran it down the length of her thigh and cupped her 
buttock allowing my thumb to begin exploring the 
junction of her thigh and labia.

Kissing the inside of her thigh, I moved down. As I did, 
Marty's other leg opened up, too. From the shifting of 
the bed, I thought she had returned to her hold on the 
iron bars of the head board.

Holding both cheeks of her butt in the palms of my 
hands, I opened her labia with my thumbs, drawing them 
up and down through slickness of her lubrication. Marty 
lifted her mound up to my waiting lips. The light level 
was too low to see so this would be oral love making by 
the Braille method (and I had a seeing eye tongue).

The point of my tongue spilt her inner labia and I could 
hear the hiss of her indrawn breath. Feeling for her 
clitoris, I moved its hood just a bit, pushing it away 
until her clitoris seemed to reach out for me. Circling 
it with my lips, I sucked on it, keeping my teeth and 
tongue away from its tender surface. As I continued, her 
vaginal juices were mixing with my saliva and I could 
sense the change in the taste of her to a stronger musk. 
It was intoxicating.

Keeping my upper lip pressed against her clit, I opened 
and closed my mouth so I could stimulate the lower end 
of her vulva with my lip and chin. My teeth dragged 
along her lips as well. Marty continued to rock her 
pelvis up and down so I moved a little lower sticking my 
tongue as far as I could into the entrance of her 
vagina. Wiggling it, I started fucking her with my 
tongue, jabbing it and out in time with her pelvis 
movements. Every now and then, Marty would keep her 
pelvis elevated, jerking it through tiny motions.

Catching on to her signal, I returned to sucking her 
clitoris. I could hear small grunts coming from deep 
within her chest. Every time I passed my tongue over the 
end of her clitoris, the grunts would change to a moan 
and her thighs would press into the sides of my head. My 
beard was now as soaked as her pussy hair and I sucked 
in as much of her liquid as I could.

Concentrating my lips on her clitoris, I inserted first 
one thumb and then the second into her vagina, slowly 
finger fucking her with each alternate digit. My fingers 
were splayed over her bottom, holding her up to me.

The pelvic rocking had almost stopped now and the moans 
moved up a notch to higher pitched keening. Marty's 
thighs were clamped on my head with her feet flat on my 
back, pushing my face into her.

I wrapped one arm over her hip bones to pull her closer 
and she came. Her entire body became rigid and I could 
feel the clenching of her vagina on my still inserted 
thumb. Even her anus throbbed against my fingers. By 
this time, I had very little air to breath and my own 
heart was beating a mile a minute in my excitement.

With a great exhalation of air, her thighs relaxed and 
Marty dragged great gulps of air into her lungs. I 
continued to keep the circle of my lips around her 
clitoris, gently sucking on the tissue around it.

As soon as her breathing calmed down a bit, Marty 
started the whole process over again, quickly building 
in intensity. By now, I could follow her lead more 
easily and she quickly came again. She must have let go 
of her grip on the head board as I felt her arms slap 
down on the bed.

"Hey babe...up here," came the ragged request.

"Feel better, Marty? I asked.

"Come here. I need to hold you."

Giving one last, very soft tickle to her clitoris, I 
lapped up what juices I could and moved up to her. "I 
hope you know how you good you taste."

She moved me away from her to look at me, her juices in 
my beard and the shine on my nose and cheek bones.

"You really like that, don't you?"

"Yup. Thar ain't nothing finer," I grinned, trying and 
failing to wiggle an eyebrow.

"Kiss me!" I did and Marty kept moving around to lick 
her juices on my face.

"Hey! What's this?" as she grabbed my limp penis.

"Well, I was so taken up with you that I forgot all 
about it," I replied. "I can only do one thing at a 
time, you know." I joined Marty's laughter as she 
regained that same stroking hold on my penis.

"Uh-huh. Let's see what...oh...ooohhh. Man, you're not 
as wet as I am but you're getting a lot harder."

"When you do that to me, Marty, it's not going to take 
too long."

"In your package of treats, you didn't forget to bring 
any condoms, did you?"

"Shit. It never crossed my mind."

I figured that was it. I knew she was a firm believer in 
the ‘No Glove, No Love' school. These days, who wouldn't 
be? Maybe sub-consciously, I didn't think things would 
go this far.

"You old guys. Who takes care of you?" Marty was 
stroking my fully erect penis.

"I'm not old. There's only twenty years between us. But 
I guess I am little out of practice." I reached over for 
our wine and handed her a glass.

Over the rim of her glass, Marty certainly looked 
serious. "You'd leave now, without fucking me? she 
asked.

"Marty, we can't. I don't have anything." I put down my 
glass and started to get up.

"You would leave, wouldn't you?"

"I might want to take this towel home, though." I 
thought of a couple of good uses for it. "Do you mind if 
I have a shower?"

"Yeah...I guess you can't go home like that, can you?"

"Sure I can. There's no one there."

Sitting up, Marty grabbed my shoulder. "What do you 
mean? What about...?"

"Gone. That trip? She came back but the love didn't."

"Shit, G. You never told me."

"Marty, it's not the end of the world. Although, it did 
feel like that, for awhile. Still, I wouldn't be here 
tonight if she and I were still together."

Marty cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Well, it would have stopped with the back rub...I 
think." That brought me back into her arms.

Marty reached between us and said, "We still have a 
problem here and it doesn't seem to want to go away."

"True enough, my lady. But them's the breaks. I think 
I'm negative but I can't prove it even to myself."

"You were very good to me tonight, G. I'm going to do 
what I can."

"Tell you what, Marty. Let's take a break and have 
something to eat. Some food, I mean." With that, we both 
started to get up. "No, you stay here. If I can't find 
what I need, I'll ask Fleur."

I was really glad I had brought the food. Marty didn't 
keep much of a supply of high energy food in her 
apartment. A lot of lettuce, though. Of course, that's 
why she had the figure she did. Arranging my little 
tidbits on a serving platter, I decided that another 
bottle of wine was also necessary. And, I was getting 
tired of the CD I had selected an hour ago.

I didn't exactly waltz back into her bedroom. Naked men 
and swinging dicks can't dance (among other things). The 
scents of Marty's orgasms and the candles had permeated 
the entire apartment. (At least, the candles had; I wore 
enough of Marty's to smell it wherever I went.

Hungrier than we both realized, the food on the platter 
didn't last long. The quiet in the apartment closed in 
around us. Even the street noises were far off.

"The one thing I'm a little low is an adequate selection 
of fruit. We'll have to make do with the grapes and the 
pears." Sitting facing her, I realized again how truly 
beautiful she was in her natural state.

"This is treat I learned from my friend, the ex-
restaurant owner," as I smeared some Gorgonzola cheese 
onto a grape. Offering it to her, a small piece of 
cheese dropped off to land on her belly. Grinning and 
saying, "I'll get it," I bent down to lick it off her 
pale olive skin. Once there, I could see no reason to 
leave and I widened the strokes of my tongue until I 
approached her mons.

"If we can't fuck," I said as I looked up her torso to 
her face, "there is one thing I'd like."

"Name it and it's...we'll see," was Marty's two part 
rejoinder.

"No," I replied as I rubbed my beard into her 
equivalent. "No, you will like it. Do we have a deal?"

Once again, I saw Marty pause and think over what had 
happened tonight. 

She had two glorious orgasms just because she had agreed 
to a back rub.

Nodding her head in agreement, Marty looked directly at 
me.

Scooting up beside her, now, I leaned over and said, "I 
want you to sit on my face. I don't know any other way 
of saying it. At least then," and I smiled, " I get to 
hold onto the bed."

Trying not to laugh at my comment on her hand holds, 
Marty asked me, "Why?"

"It's great for both of us. You control where your body 
is; I get to be where I want for as long as you want. 
Besides, tongues don't get tired and soft quickly. They 
get sore, but they don't get tired. And I can cheat. 
I've got lips, beard and, as a final option, my teeth."

"Ooh...I don't know about the last."

"No biting, I promise."

"Uh...how do we work this?"

Gathering up the remains of our bedside picnic, I 
motioned her away from the head of the bed. Crawling 
into the warm, and slightly damp, place in the middle of 
the bed, I plumped two of her pillows under my head.

"That saves wear and tear on my neck."

"You've done this before, haven't you?" said Marty as I 
arranged myself.

"Not with you I haven't," and I reached out to bring her 
down for a kiss on the end of her nose.

"What about our small friend here?" Marty ruffled my 
penis through my pubic hair.

"Let him find his own girl. He can take care of 
himself."

Gradually, we fell into the same exchange of tongues, in 
my mouth and then in Marty's. I knew that she would like 
this and it was one of my all-time favourites. While we 
kissed, I ran my hands back and forth across those 
wonderful breasts of hers. Marty was of slim build but 
that only served to enhance the attractiveness of her 
breasts.

When I could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen under 
the tweaking and pulling of my fingers, it was time to 
move to centre stage.

"Marty."

"Ummm. Do I have to move?"

"Sit up here with your legs on either side of my head."

Plopping herself down as directed, Marty wiggled her 
bottom and vulva on my upper chest. "Come a little 
closer and sit up straighter. I can't believe you've 
never done this."

My first lick was from the bottom of her vulva to her 
clitoris. With our previous love making, Marty had 
responded to my initiatives. This way, she could guide 
me to the spots needing the most attention. True to my 
word, I started to reach up and grab onto the iron bars 
of the head board.

Marty's body began to move up and down as my tongue 
worked into her vagina. I could taste the new flow of 
her arousal as I tongue fucked her. My hands were 
happier smoothing the skin on her buttocks and hips. 
Every now and then, as I concentrated on the upper 
reaches of her vulva, I slid my fingers underneath her 
butt and stroked along her labia.

When I felt her hands cover mine, I knew I was in for a 
ride worth remembering. But, my hands had better things 
to do. Marty's vagina was completely open to me now. I 
ran her labia between my thumbs and index fingers while 
I focused my tongue and lips on the tissue around her 
clitoris.

Gradually increasing the sucking pressure of my mouth, I 
circled her clitoris with my tongue. Marty's hips were 
now moving in an intricate sideways pattern to 
complement her up and down motions. With more and more 
pressure from her, I started to stroke the length of her 
clitoris. I wished my tongue were longer so that I could 
press the rougher skin of her "G" spot with the end of 
it.

Above me, I could sense Marty's torso swaying in time 
with her hips. She began to fiercely press her genitals 
into my face so I added more pleasure for her by lightly 
brushing the fingernails of my left hand over her anus.

That was it!

Her thighs slammed against my head and the trunk of her 
body jerked to the demands of her orgasm. I was grateful 
that my head had sunk into the pillows. Cauliflower ears 
may be the honourable sign of a boxer; they don't do 
anything for a lover's appearance.

With my lips suctioning around the top of her opened 
vulva, I flicked the tip of my tongue across her 
clitoris just as she relaxed from each contraction of 
her orgasm. Each time, it triggered another. I kept a 
steady pressure outside her vagina while the middle 
finger of my left hand poked at the tight sphincter of 
her anus.

I didn't know whether these were individual climaxes or 
merely a series of mini-orgasms. I also had no idea how 
many. When your partner is experiencing that much 
rapturous pleasure, who counts?

Suddenly, Marty forced her body away from all of my 
attending parts. As she fought to regain her breath, I 
could see a deep flush across her face and upper 
breasts. With her mouth wide open, Marty hurriedly 
dragged air into her oxygen starved lungs. I'm sure 
there was a pool of her vaginal come on my chest.

"Oh FUCK! That was unbelievable!"

Collapsing down on me, I could feel the pounding of her 
heart. Running my hands over her back, I let Marty come 
down from her high.

Grabbing my ears in each hand, Marty stared into my 
eyes. "Do you have any idea what that felt like?" she 
stammered.

"No, my love but it sure was great being part of it." 
was my honest answer.

"What did you call me?

"My love. Why?"

"Do you?"

"Have for months now. I couldn't tell you because I 
thought it might mess things up at work."

"So that's why you went to these lengths when I called 
you this afternoon?"

"No...not entirely. it was also because you called me 
Babe. That's very special to me, Marty. Just like you 
are."

"Special? Well, I have something special for you! Except 
I don't think I can move."

Holding her loosely in arms, I started to chuckle. This 
magnificent woman, this wondrous female had nothing more 
to give me. I'm not entirely altruistic. But if you 
can't fuck, then any man would want his partner to have 
the most glorious come possible.

In the wavering light of the candles in Marty's bedroom, 
I knew that, truly, I had not expected all of this to 
happen. I was the one who had received the gift. To be 
part of the entire evening was more than enough. To have 
initiated and to be part of her thundering orgasm, that 
was a true lover's reward.

But Marty was not done yet.

"I'd like to wash my face but I have a better idea. Why 
don't we have a shower?" I asked her.

"You're on!"

The soothing hot water didn't have its normal calming 
effect. There was a lot of woman to lather, and rinse 
and stroke. Marty was equally attentive to making sure 
all my body parts were squeaky clean.

Standing in the steamy bath room, I would never again 
look at Marty as purely a business woman. Taking turns, 
we patted each other dry. Standing behind her, I reached 
for her hands. Looking over her shoulder, I watched our 
faint reflection in the mirror as I rubbed her hands 
against her breasts.

Together, we walked back into her bedroom.

Throwing the beach towel into her hamper, Marty bent 
over to straighten the sheets on her bed. I couldn't 
resist cupping the lips of her vulva as they peeked out 
between her legs. Marty couldn't resist moving herself 
back against my hand.

"G," Marty swung around until she was sitting, cross-
legged on the bed. 

"How do you want it?"

Looking at the impish look that took years away from 
her, I ran my forefinger down her jaw. "We talked about 
that, didn't we?"

"But we never finished and, from the look of your little 
head, he hasn't finished either."

So, what do we use? Saran Wrap? Doesn't work, I know," 
as she joined my laughter.

"No, we use these." Saying this, Marty opened the drawer 
to her bed side table. "You might have forgotten them; I 
didn't." Triumphantly, she held up a box of condoms.

"Hey," I exclaimed. "My favourite brand!"

"Are they really?"

"Well, no. But they'll work, won't they?"

"Yeah...and they taste nice too!"

Trust an expert to cover all the senses. Marty pulled me 
over by the most available part and stripped the 
wrapping off one of the condoms.

"I'd like you to come in my mouth but that's for later, 
for some other time. Tonight, you can have me any other 
way."

"Oh - ho," I thought. "Later." That promised more than I 
thought likely when that guy downstairs wished me "Good 
Luck."

There's something awfully sensuous about a lover putting 
a condom on you. Much stroking first, little kisses up 
and down, fingernails running through your pubic hair to 
tickle your scrotum. I saw her mouth open as she bent 
her head to my penis, and then close.

"Later."

"Later," she agreed. "Come. Lay down on the bed and let 
me pleasure you."

I didn't need a second invitation.

Marty began leaving a trail of kisses up my left leg. As 
she extended her upper body towards my chest, she gently 
swung her breast over my legs and groin. It didn't take 
long for this friction to harden her nipples. I looked 
up at her face, as she settled her legs down on either 
side of me.

Marty's pelvis ran her labia along my condom covered 
penis. Leaning closer, she offered one hard pointed 
breast to my lips. I sucked in her nipple. Gently 
holding the nipple with my lips and teeth, I milked the 
ivory flesh of her breast as if I were really suckling. 
Having tenderized that teat, I switched to the other.

Marty's eyes were closed as she sank down onto me. Her 
hip movements were becoming more insistent as her labia 
opened up and the friction stimulated her clitoris. A 
couple of times, the head of my penis would bump against 
her pubic arch. Once, it was about to enter her vagina 
but Marty shifted enough so she could continue rubbing 
me with the lubrications of her arousal. By then, my 
hips were moving back and forth as well.

Marty opened her eyes. "G."

"Yes, love."

"It's time for you to come."

"Good. Because a few more swipes like that and this 
card's tapped out."

Marty flexed her pelvis and magically scooped me inside 
her. Sitting more erect, Marty placed her hands on my 
chest. We both paused, savouring the feeling of our 
joining.

"This is going to be good, G."

Kneading her fingers through the hair on my chest, Marty 
lifted up and simultaneously squeezed my penis in her 
vagina. Relaxing her internal pressure, Marty dropped 
back down. Wiggling her hips, she brushed her clitoris 
against the root of my penis.

Lifting again, she repeated the same sequence. "Hold 
onto me," she instructed.

I placed my hands where her hips bulged out on the 
downstroke. My thumbs mimicked her movement, up her 
abdomen when she lifted, down when she descended.

Her pace began to pick up as she fucked my penis deeper 
into her. When she bottomed out, Marty began to squirm 
around almost as if her clitoris wasn't getting enough 
stimulation. At the top of the next stroke, I moved my 
left hand to her buttocks and tried to hold her there. I 
was very close.

My right hand moved to the front of her abdomen, 
pressing into her and allowing me to stroke her clitoris 
with my thumb. I was now pressing her towards me, from 
behind while exerting an equal force, away from me, with 
my right hand.

Marty began to tremble so I began rubbing around the 
base of her clitoris. As my thumb moved faster, I 
couldn't wait any longer. I started to come and let her 
slam down onto me, still stimulating her clitoris. This 
time, I could watch her come as the orgasm rippled 
through her. With a part moan, part groan and part 
scream, Marty let her orgasm take over.

The mouth of her vagina was so tight on me that each 
pulse of my own ejaculation rebounded, building both of 
us higher.

No, I didn't shoot enough ejaculate to blow up the 
condom like a balloon. I do think that I passed out for 
a few seconds though.

The sound of our breathing must have made interesting 
hearing in the next apartment. It took forever for both 
of us to catch our breath and begin to slow our 
heartbeats. I really hadn't expected such a hard come 
from Marty. This was going to be one challenging woman 
to stay even with.

"God damn, Marty. Do you know how good that felt?" I 
echoed her earlier question.

Blinking her eyes open, Marty looked down at the smile 
on my face. 

"Next time, I give you the back rub."


The End

Thank you for taking the time to read to the end. I 
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