"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."