“So how does it look?” 

In an instant, my mouth had gone dry and pasty; “Wow!” I finally managed to croak out.

“I’ve been working out pretty hard and I finally feel good enough about this to show someone, so you got the duty…”  she said as she lowered the hem of her shirt.

“I am truly honored and touched.” (And quiet a bit turned on, I failed to mention…)

“Well, I gotta run.  I’ll catch up to you later…” she said as she turned on her heels and slipped out the door with an impish sparkle in her eyes.

I worked the rest of the day with that damned image on my mind, half distracted and lost with the vision of her oh-so-tan six-pack belly newly firmed with her exercise program.  It’s not as if I hadn’t seen well-toned bodies before, being a physical therapist and all; well trained athletes and workout fanatics were my stock in trade.  Yet the image of her smooth skin was burned into my consciousness, staying with me well after I went home and occupying my thoughts well into the first few stages of sleep…

The next day dawned warm and slightly humid.  I rolled carefully out of bed, slightly hung over with sleep and sporting my usual half-chub as I headed for the bathroom to take care of morning business.  30 minutes and a couple of cups of coffee later, I was headed for the office, running the list of patients scheduled for me this morning thru my head.  I had just gotten to the office, and was just at the front desk reading the days mail when the receptionist interrupted my reverie, informing me that there was a phone call waiting for me on line 1.  “A lady,” she says with a wink and a leer.  My love life ( or more accurately, lack of love life) was a constant source of office amusement or gossip.  On various occasions, I had been rumored to be gay, considering life in the seminary, or engaged to some Eastern European princess or countess or something like that.  All false of course, but certainly more entertaining than the truth.  

“Hello, ExtremeSport Physical Therapy, Alex speaking; how can I help you?”

“Oh, Alex, I’m glad that you're there already.”

“ What’s up, Mary Kay?”  At the sound of her mischievous voice, a vision of her tan, toned belly leapt into my mind’s eye.

“ I was just curious what you thought of body piercing; I was thinking of getting my belly button pierced, and I wanted to know if you thought it was safe?”

“And may I ask what brought this on?  And why ask me?  Why not your doctor?” I said to her, knowing that she had been going out with one of the new ER docs at our hospital.

“Him?  I kicked him to the curb a couple of weeks ago; seems all he cared about was his work and his sailing, and since I don't sail, that put me pretty far down on his list.  Besides, I trust you; I know you wouldn't let anyone go and stick something in me if you thought it was bad for me.”

“Oh, really?  How do you know that?  And when would I ever think that it would be ok for anyone to stick something in  you?”

“I'm sure you could think of something to stick in me that would be ok...” she purred in an unexpectedly sexy voice.

Suddenly caught off guard, all I could say was “Ummm...” (witty, eh?).

A burst of her musical laughter soothed my discomfiture. “So is it ok? Can I go and get this done?”

“I guess so,” I said, regaining my composure.  “Just be careful about sterility when they are putting it in, and watch for any signs of infection.  If you run into any problems, give me a call.” 

“I definitely will; see you soon, Alex.”

Unfortunately for me, that was not to be, as the day, then the rest of the week, followed by the next week, turned ugly and stayed that way, and I became swamped with patients, paperwork, and personnel problems.  I forgot all about Mary Kay and her beautiful tanned, and probably pierced belly in the crush of work... that is, I did until...

“Alex!! Line 1!!  Been waiting for you!”

“Ok, ok...!!”  Another end of the day call that no one can deal with but me.  I cursed the stupid phone.  Can't anyone answer questions but me?  At least I was finally getting out from under some of this work... “Hello, ExtremeSport Physical Therapy; Alex speaking.”

“Hi, Alex, it's Mary Kay.”

“Hello Mary Kay; thank God it's you.  I was dreading another inane call from a doctor's office or HMO rep.  What can I help you with?”

“Remember what we were talking about a couple of weeks ago?”

I quickly sifted through what was left of my brain and found the right piece of information; “The piercing thing?”

“Yes, that's it... well... um... this is a  bit embaressing.”  

“What is?  Is something the matter with it?  When did you have it done?  And what did you have done, for that matter?”

“Oh, it's nothing terrible... it's just a little belly button ring.  It just is a little sore and I was wondering if you could take a quick look at it to make sure it's ok.  It's not real red or anything, but I was just hoping....”

Of course I'll look at it... and maybe a little more too, my mind screamed; but I managed to rein in my libido for a few seconds and act nonchalant, “Sure, just stop by the office.  Are you in the hospital?”  

“No, but I can get there by six o'clock.  Will you still be there?”  

I checked my watch quickly and thought about the work I still had left to do; “ Ok; just come on in.  The staff will be gone by then, but I've got a ton of paperwork to do.  I'll just leave the front door open.  Is that ok?”

“No problem; see you in a couple of hours.”

That little issue arranged, I set myself to my work, quickly becoming so intent on my work that I remember nothing until I heard the soft knock at my office door, and Mary Kay's soft voice, “Hello... not interrupting, am I?”

I quickly turned and found myself face to face with her... her beautiful tanned legs perfectly set off with a pair of sexy white shorts, a well fitted grey tank top and her 1000-watt smile.  “So how are you?  I guess you went ahead and got that piercing against my advice...” I joked.

“What?!?  You never said that!!  You said that it was ok if I made sure that they kept things sterile and I watched out for infection!”

“Yeah, yeah... I guess I did say that, didn't I, “ I conceded.  “So what kind of problems are you having with this?  You know, of course, that I'm not a doctor and I can't prescribe anything for it.”

“I know, I know... but I just wanted someone I could trust to check to see if I need to go to the ER so I don't make a fool of myself.”

“Well, I'll take a quick look...”

“Look as long as you want...” I thought I heard her murmur under her breath.”

“What was that?” I said, startled.  I looked up from my seat at her face, now furiously blushing as she stood above me.

“Nothing, nothing,” she quickly said.

“Ok, but it sure sounded like you said something important back there,” I teased.

“Well, maybe I did,” she said impishly, as (I guess) she decided that a good offense was a good defense.  “But since you weren't paying attention to me, I guess you'll just have to wonder about it.”

Well, two can play at this game, I thought.  “Well, then, let's see what the problem is.  Can't have you coming to this office and thinking that I didn't take care of you as thoroughly as any other patient.  Let's take a look.”

“OK, but no funny stuff... I'm very ticklish.”

“Of course, of course; I'll be completely professional,” I said with my fingers crossed.

She stepped up closer to me, while I stayed seated in my chair, and slowly, deliberately, lifted the hem of her tank top, exposing that oh so exquisitely tanned and toned abdomen of hers... and there in the center of it all, her belly button with a small silver ring through the top of it, set off by a small silver ball with a diamond.  But she didn't stop at just exposing her navel... no, she kept lifting until the hem was almost to the bottom of her breasts... and she said, “Can you see that ok?”

And I said, “Um, fine.... looks fine.  So where does it hurt?”

“On the left side of the ring.”

Truth be told, it looked perfect; not a blemish or any sign of infection, reaction, or irritation.  I could have just said so and let it go at that.  But with this perfect abdomen with its sexy little navel ring in front of you, would you just cover it up?  I didn't think so.  So I reached out and very gently began to palpate the skin around the ring.  “Does this hurt?  Or this?”

Softly, she murmured, “No, feels fine.”  Which I knew it did, since I could see goose bumps forming on her skin, a sure sign of sexual arousal.

I took a chance and glanced up at her face while I was palpating and found her eyes closed, her tongue gently licking her lips, and her nipples just starting to show through her shirt.  Clearly, she was very turned on.... clearly, I had done this to her... and just then, I heard it...a very low, throaty moan which just escaped her lips, probably without her even realizing.  And I knew!  I knew that sound; the sound of desire, of building lust, of sexual need.  And I said to her, “So how does this feel?”  as I lowered my head to her belly and took the ring in between my lips, tasting the salty, metallic taste of the cool ring and her warm flesh.

“Aahhh, “ she moaned, as she placed her hands on my head and held it to her belly.  In return, I placed my hands on her hips and allowed my tongue to gently circle the ring, tickling it slowly before sliding it deep into her navel.  “Oh, that's good,” she murmured.  “If you keep doing that, something is going to happen.”  

I momentarily raised my head and looked up at her.  “Like what?”

“Like this.”  And in one motion, she pulled off her shirt and sports bra, lowered her face to mine, and kissed me deeply.  As our tongues intertwined and swirled together, I could feel her hand pulling at my polo shirt, tugging it out of my pants and upward.  We broke our soulful kiss briefly while taking care of that bit of undressing, resuming quickly, enjoying the taste of lips and face and neck more than I could remember ever with anyone in the past.  Our hands roamed lovingly over each others' torsos, teasing, pinching, caressing, scratching lightly as our feeling rose to a fever pitch.  “Why did we wait so long to do this?” she breathed.

“Mmmm.... not sure,” was my only response, before I lowered my head to her breast, first lightly circling her nipple with my pointed tongue, then flicking it gently, before sucking it firmly into my mouth while continuing my assault with my tongue.  This loosed another barrage of soft moans, and her knees seemed to weaken and wobble a bit as we continued our sexual dance.  Somehow, during the course of this, I found my hand at the button of her shorts, which I slowly disengaged without any sign of protest from her.  The zipper was extrodinarily loud in my quiet office, as I loosened her shorts, and slipped them down her long, luscious legs, revealing a pair of silky black panties.  

I paused briefly here, a little unsure of the the territory I was venturing into.  “Do we really want to do this?  Are we both ok with this, Mary Kay?”  

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me gently on the lips, and simply said, “Please.  Now.”

We began kissing each other again, slowly and gently at first, but with building passion and energy, our hands roaming all over each others bodies with lustful abandon, stripping off the last vestiges of our clothing, and with it, any inhibitions we might have had.  I found the center of her passion wet and radiating the heat of our lust, as she found me also, throbbing and firm, my turgid member ready and willing.

Suddenly she stopped, and with her eyes flashing and an impish smile on her lips, she lead me toward the couch in my office (a couch that I have spend more than a few lonely nights on, building my business, but ignoring my life... but I digress).  Taking advantage of this situation, I took an extra step as she came to a halt, pressing the front of my body against the back of hers, feeling the warmth of her skin steep into mine, and kissing her neck as I ran my hands lightly up her belly, barely touching the skin as I slowly approached her breasts from their undersides.  I could feel the goose bumps forming again on her otherwise perfectly smooth skin as I slowly circled her nipples with my fingertips, noting their exquisite firmness as I began to slowly kiss my way down the middle of her back toward her flawlessly formed ass.  As my tiny little kisses began to approach the small of her back, I allowed my hands to drift downward again, exploring her flanks, hips, and that oh so beautiful six-pack belly that started all this, the trail of kisses leading to the top of curve of her buttocks.  

The air was filled by her scent, the scent of her desire… and the scent of my desire too.  I began to kiss her ass, little wet kisses with just a hint of tongue all over her oh-so-perfect butt.  And with each, she reacted with a sigh, a tremor, a quivering moan.  She slowly bent over and placed her arms on the arm of the couch, shuffling slightly to spread her legs a little (for me, I rejoiced!!). 

Such as sensitive backside, I thought… did I dare?  This was so far beyond anything that I had ever imagined with her; why not?   I extended my tongue and beginning at the base of her spine, I dragged it downward into the crack until it reached her little rosebud.

“Oh, God!!”  she said, “Ummmm!!  Ohhhh!!  Yessss!!”

What next, I thought.  There was a faint but delicate muskiness around it, but not altogether unpleasant, and combined with the scent of her juices, pretty erotic.  I ran my tongue around her anus slowly and experimentally a few times, eliciting even more of a reaction.

“Ooohhh!  Please!”

In for a penny, in for a pound;  I formed my tongue into as firm a tool as I could and pushed forward into her.  She went wild.  “Oh, God!  Oh, Alex, please!!”

Her knees buckled, and she rolled to her side, ending up on the seat of the couch with her legs splayed erotically to the sides, her dark, well trimmed hair beckoning me closer, her eyes half lidded in pleasure.  I crawled to her on my hands and knees, her erotic scent growing stronger as I approached her womanhood, and I buried my tongue deep within the folds of her soft, wet, pink flesh in one quick movement, tasting of her desire from the source.    Her abdomen spasmed as she suddenly drew her legs up and pulled me deeper into her, her heels at the top of my back and her hand pulling at the roots of my hair.  

I licked upwards and found her clitoris, savoring the firmness of it for a few seconds on the tip of my tongue, before sucking it deep in between my lips.  This set off a new set of sounds and movements from her, indicating her approach to climax.  I began to concentrate on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, then closing my lips around it to stimulate it even more.  It seemed to work, since she began huffing and puffing and moaning and groaning; then everything seemed to just stop.  She went rigid, locking her thighs around my head, and a beautiful vibration began in her very center as she crossed the threshold of control and stayed there for about 30 seconds.  

You would think that with all this attention being paid to Mary Kay's pleasure, that my own arousal had faded, yet nothing could be farther from the truth.  I was throbbing like a big bass drum, harder than Chinese arithmetic, and more turned on than I could ever remember.  There is absolutely nothing that turns me on more than the passion and pleasure of a beautiful woman.  Her passion becomes my passion, and it's just that simple.  

She rolled slightly to the side, and I pulled myself up next to her and held her in my arms, my hardness intruding slightly between us.  I kissed her gently and slowly, enjoying the sensations of her coming back down to earth, her arms languidly wrapped around me.  As I continued to kiss her, I felt her lips come back to life and her breathing change, picking up the pace of our sexual congress, and her hips began to rock into me.  I was just starting to roll her over onto her back when she said, “No, wait...”  and I paused, a bit quizzical as to her intent.  “Let me do that,” she said.

“Huh?”  ever the witty conversationalist, said I.

“I want to get on top; it's my turn.”  And with that she was lying on top of me... then sitting up and sliding back till I could feel her heat and her wetness over my cock, her fine, well trimmed hairs tickling me as she began to rock over me, then grasping me gently as she fit me inside of her.

I felt her lips pass by my head, the slow and delicious feeling of warm envelopment as she pushed down around me.  I thought I could hold out initially, but it seemed as if I could feel every ripple, every ridge of her walls pushing me toward the edge.  I tried to shift my attention to her pleasure to delay mine, caressing her lovely breasts, brushing her nipples with a feathery touch from my open palms, causing her to shiver so delightfully.  But then I made the mistake of looking at her eyes... her beautiful liquid eyes, and found them locked onto mine, drawing me deeper into her ... carrying me forward in her pleasure and in mine.  I knew I was in trouble...

“Ahhh,” I heard myself say, as she raised herself up till I was just barely inside her, then taking me back deep inside.  “Oohhh.”  This was going way too fast.... And so I said... “Wait.”

“Aaww,” she said plaintively.

“Trust me,” and with that, I rolled her over, never losing contact with her, so that now I was on top and in control of the sensations.  In this position, I thought I could last longer.  I stroked and paused, and stroked, and paused some more, keeping myself under control and making the sensations last for both of us, savoring the smooth, warm tightness as I tried to merge with her body.  I could feel her excitement ebb and flow, rising to a plateau, then pausing, and rising again, and as I felt her rise toward her climax, and feeling the incipient shivering of her very core, feeling every little delicious contraction within her, I let myself go over the top with her.  As my rhythm broke, and my hips began to jerk spasmodically, I finally lunged forward with a primal cry, to bury myself as deeply into Mary Kay as possible, trying in some small way to become a part of her.  My spasms rose up from my very toes, seeming to expand within her, our copious juices mingling together as we cried out together in a passionate embrace, enjoying for that brief time the sensations of two becoming one in a brilliant flash of light.  

I'n not sure how long we lay there, gathering our strength, and I would have liked to have been able to say that we did it four more times that night, but the truth is that following that extraordinary evening, we were both exhausted and perhaps a bit embarrassed, or at least, taken aback by the rapidity and intensity of the  evening's activities.  We did share a shower, in the office locker room, and though pleasantly and frequently interrupted by kisses, whispers, pinches, and caresses, no further overtly sexual acts were committed before we parted ways.  And as it turned out, there were more activities to tell... another time...

