10 comments/ 53832 views/ 12 favorites Marty the Midget's Erotic Christmas By: Marty the Midget's Erotic Christmas "Thanks again for everything earlier you are a Godsend," Blair praised. "I was just doing my job Blair," Marty returned. Her smile was infectious and Marty couldn't help to return it as well. "Well," Blair said, "either way you are appreciated by the management staff. Mr. Barstaw thought it was a splendid idea and agreed to give a part of the proceeds to the Clairbourne Homeless Shelter as per your request. We have drawn up the papers and have faxed them to your agent. He is checking on some things and said he should have the contract back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. So we will put everything off until Monday. Which gives us time to make some design changes to Santa's Workshop, so we have a place for pictures for you. Unless you have a change of heart we start on that immediately as well?" "Feel free," Marty acknowledged. "I will talk everything over with my agent and make sure the contract has everything I asked for, then we have a deal. I will also be glad to make a speech tomorrow if you desire." "It is not necessary, since we are not paying you yet to," Blair stated. "It will be my pleasure to," Marty smiled at her again. He looked at her eyes and again she looked away shyly. He almost felt she was flirting with him in a small way, but he was probably misreading the signs. "Thank you Marty, you seem to be a special man," She praised. Blair put her hand on his then suddenly turned away without making eye contact again. "Have a good night," she added waving her left hand to him. "Good night," Marty responded and exited the Mall. Thinking about her warm touch the whole way home. Chapter 3 Over the next few weeks leading up to Christmas, Marty had the most fun of his life. The kids pounced on his lap, smiled, and laughed. Only 2 kids out of the nearly thousand whose pictures he had with them cried. The management staff made up a sign for him, "Marty the Elf: Special Assistant to Santa, and Chief Toy maker." Not bad for a 4-foot kosher midget. He wondered if they even knew he was Jewish, and if they did, were they laughing as he was? The Clairbourne Homeless Shelter personally called up the local media and had them come down to take pictures of Marty and interviewed him and Mr. Barstaw. It was good publicity, because the next day the line was double the size, and it was only Thursday, a week and a half before Christmas. When he came to work on Christmas Eve, Marty was almost sorry to see it end. He was tired, but he loved the attention. He would have loved to have kids of his our, but he was cognizant of his fate in life. Sometimes you had to accept things for the way they were, and Marty had. He had seen too many of his kind wither away in depression. He felt it sometimes himself, but he was going to enjoy life, and not let those things he couldn't control get to him. Today the few kids who had not had opportunity to see Santa would be his main focus. That was all that occupied his thoughts when he went through the door to make his speech. He looked out at the crowd and the first thing he noticed was Blair on line with what appeared to be a miniature version of herself. A little girl dressed up in a little red dress, ribbons of green and red in her black hair and the perfect smile. Just like her Mother. They both stood there looking at Marty with delight clapping their hands with the others in line. Marty smiled back and made his speech. "Hear Ye, Hear Ye...boys, girls, and their beloved parents I greet you on behave of Santa and his Workshop." Applause filled the Mall on his announcement. Kids screamed with happiness and the parents held their kids up to see Marty the elf. The crowd wasn't as huge as past days, but there were still a sizable number of people in line. Marty continued, "As you all know, today Santa is a very busy man. It is Christmas Eve, and he has to get his sleigh ready, feed all his reindeer, make sure all you good boys and girls are taken care of. You are all good boys and girls right?" A loud scream of "yes" echoed through Santa's Workshop and drifted up and around the Mall. On the upper floor, people stopped, and watched the show unfold from above. Marty raised his hands for the applause to become silent and it immediately did, save a few children laughing. "Wonderful," Marty praised. "That is soooo...very important to Santa, and it is just as important to me. For those of you who don't know me, I am Marty the elf, special assistant to Santa, and chief toy maker." Some of the kids applauded Marty and the other children's eyes opened in awe. "That is right, chief toy maker! It is my job to make sure Santa gets his orders filled. I have been very busy this year making so many toys for all those good boys and girls. I haven't even had time to shop myself yet." There were scattered laughs, mostly from the parents. Blair giggled and Marty noticed how much she was enjoying the show from this vantage point. It was good to see her happy, she was working very hard to make sure the mall was being run smoothly during this busy time of year. Last night Blair told Marty about how they caught some teen boys stealing from one of the Coffee Stores in the middle of the Mall. In today's marketplace, coffee stands expanded their sales to include freeze-dried coffee bags, mugs, tea collection set, newspapers, pastries, and even cappuccino makers. Two boys tried to help themselves to a five-finger discount of $50 gift cards. They were worthless without activation, but the point was moot. It was still theft. Blair told the boys, who were 13 and 14 that they would be getting their picture taken. The picture would be sent to all the police stations in the country and the next time they got caught, the computer would inform them of their crime committed that evening. They would then spend the night in jail and they would be given to the court for prosecution. Normally, she informed them, that they would be on their way to jail now, but it was Christmas and she would rather see the boys have a good Christmas than a bad one. She told the boys, their parents would not be called, but instead they had to help clean up a little trash in the back. She asked if they had a deal, and in their tear-filled eyes they said yes. Blair knew the laws, and she couldn't force the kids to clean anything. It was just a ploy to confuse them. She took them to Marty after he was briefed of their wrongdoing. Marty told her that he had an idea, and that she should bring them to him. She was curious so she agreed. Since Marty was on his lunch break he had a little time to talk with the boys. When the boys arrived, Marty sat them down in front of him. "Hi," Marty greeted, "my name is Marty and as you can see by my costume, I am an elf." The boys giggled. Marty snapped, "This isn't a time to laugh is it?" "No," the two boys said in unison. They immediately ceased their laughter and stared at Marty as he continued. "You boys did something wrong, and I am not sure you realize how wrong it was. You are very lucky it is the holidays, or Ms. Doyle here would have the police and your parents here right now. Would you guys rather have that or hear a midget in an elf costume lecture, you?" Blair held her hand over her mouth to hide her smile at Marty's remark. "Lecture," the boys muttered. "Good, you are in luck, because I happen to be a midget in an elf costume." The boys couldn't help but giggle a little at Marty's joke, but Marty stared at them fiercely and the smiles vanished. "I want to tell you that when you commit a crime, you don't just hurt the people you steal from, but you hurt the people who care about you the most, your family. You also hurt your future, because as you get older, people will always know what you did. It stays in your record as long as you live. Well, you might say, "if I didn't get caught then no one would know." True, but God knows, and even if you believe in him or not, Santa knows." The boys rolled their eyes at the remark about Santa. Marty smiled and looked at Blair and winked. "You don't have to believe it is okay, it doesn't work that way. If you are good, there is payback for your deeds. You do something nice for someone, then somewhere along the way the favor is returned to you. When you do something bad, then it comes back to haunt you later on unless you correct it. Perhaps, you feel like you can't afford a gift so you stole to make someone happy. It doesn't matter the reason, you did something you know in your hearts was wrong. Am I right?" "Yes," the boys answered quietly. "Well, now you two have done something bad, and have been given a second chance. You could leave here and go somewhere else and try to steal again. Maybe you feel like everything I said to you isn't worth a plumb nickel. Maybe, just maybe, you will try and learn from your mistake and do right next time. It is not often we get a second chance in life to fix what we did wrong. You guys stole 2 gift cards worth $50 each. I got lucky this year and have a $100 gift card because I did something nice." Marty looked over at Blair and winked again. Blair just smiled back. "I am going to do something that might be a big mistake, but I believe in you guys. I want you guys to take this $100 gift card and give it to the sales clerk at the coffee stand and tell them how sorry you are for stealing from them. Blair here is going to give you the $50 coffee gift cards back and you can have them as a gift from me for the holidays. Show the sales clerk the $50 cards so she can scan them for you." Both kids looked at each other, at Blair who was staring blankly at Marty with her mouth agape, and then back to Marty. They were dumbstruck at Marty's benevolence. One moment, they thought they would be in so much trouble, now they were getting a reward. It shocked them speechless. "You see I have been given a good life," Marty continued, "and have always treated people just like I want to be treated. I want you boys to remember what I did for you, and when someone needs you, I want you to do what is right. In your heart, there is a voice that sings a tune only you can hear. Listen for that voice, and when you hear it, you will know what to do. I heard the voice today, and now I wish you boys a very happy holiday and may your new year bring joy to all around you." Marty held the gift card to the elder of the two boys, and he just looked at him in wonder. Not sure whether to pinch himself or take the card. Finally he took it and smiled at Marty. "Thank you," he said, and the other boy followed suit. Blair escorted the boys out and looked back to Marty with fascination and wonder. She mouthed a thank you as well, and was gone. Chapter 4 Marty looked over the throng of people in front of him and a thought occurred to him. How many of these kids would grow up to bring their own kids here for pictures? This tradition was such a nice one sometimes he thought how fun it would be to celebrate it just once with a family. He looked back at Blair and her child, so happy being here, and wondered what their Christmas was like. What happened to her husband, to have her tell Marty she was now Ms. Doyle rather than Mrs. Doyle? The thought disappeared quickly under the spectacle of his stage. "Now," Marty reengaged the audience, "all you good little children must prepare your biggest smiles for Santa. Santa loves to see great big, humongous smiles from pointed ear to pointed ear." The kids yelled out with laughter at their lack of pointed ears. "Oh, I see you children are not as lucky as me to have great big pointed ears. Well, that is too bad. Nevertheless, I want you to show Santa you're the biggest smiles of your lives. And..." He paused for dramatic effect and continued, "if you give me a wink after you are done with Santa, I will make sure your present gets the special attention it deserves. Okay?" The kids screamed their acknowledgement to Marty, and he took a few steps backwards at their loud little voices. It was as if the sheer volume blew him back a few inches like a windy day. The music and lights came on and Marty introduced Santa and the cheers and applause erupted once again. The last day of Santa's Workshop was underway. When Blair had her daughter Sunny come up, Blair went to Marty and thanked him for everything. "No need to thank me Blair," Marty reported, "I had the most fun I have ever had in any holiday season." "Well, I am off for the rest of the day and I want you to know how much I enjoyed working with you. I must admit it's been tough since my husband left me 2 years ago, but this has been a surprisingly wonderful season for me as well." The news startled Marty. "I am sorry I wasn't aware..." "It's okay," Blair interjected, "he wasn't a real man anyway. He left Sunny and I without anything but a note saying he wanted to be single again. I hated men for so long. I am trying to move on, and after yesterday, and how you treated those boys, I saw how special some men could be. It gave me hope." "Wow," Marty exclaimed shocked at her compliment. "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you so very much." "No really, it is the truth. You are a very special person and I am sure your family is very proud of you." Before Marty could respond, Sunny came over happily and winked at Marty. Marty smiled and picked her up and sat her on his lap. "So Sunny," Marty greeted, surprising the young girl who didn't realize Marty knew her name. She looked at her mother with an open mouth and giggled. "What did you ask Santa for this year?" "I asked him for a new doll, Maddy and a new bathrobe and a chair for Maddy, so we can sit together, and a...a...Lincoln the Boat and his friends Scutter and Bobbles and that's it." Sunny gave hand gestures for each item trying to convey the nature of her gifts. It was very cute and adorable. Her resemblance to Blair was unmistakable, especially her bright blue eyes which sparkled. "That sure sounds like you know what you want," Marty stated smiling at Blair who returned the gaze. "Oh yeah," Sunny mentioned, "I also asked for new Daddy for me and Mommy." Marty's heart sunk, and felt empathy for the two of them. They were good people, and Marty wanted the best for them. "I am sure Santa will do his very best," Marty said pointing to the photographer in front of them. "Sunny smile for the camera and say, Cheese." "Cheese," Sunny shrieked happily and the flash of the camera captured their picture. "Well," Marty announced, "I hope you two have a wonderful Christmas and are very happy." Marty hated for them to go, but the line dictated his actions and Blair recognized the child waiting behind them. "Thanks again, and we hope your Christmas is wonderful too. I left my address in your coat pocket in the office, if you have any free time and would like to share some eggnog and watch some cartoons with us, we would be more than willing to have you." "Can Marty really come over Mom?" Sunny asked. She was jumping up and down. Marty was surprised at the invitation and was loss for words. He was expecting to grill some chicken and have a quiet time at home. "I don't know honey," Blair remarked, "Marty is a very busy elf." She smiled sweetly to Marty. He was right all along, she was sending signals to him and he was not acknowledging them. No one ever invited Marty over with a child present, so this was a new venture for him. How could he refuse this invite? "I would love to," Marty responded. "What time is a good time?" Sunny clapped her hands and hugged Marty. Marty returned the hug awkwardly, looking up at Blair with a silly smirk on his face. "Anytime past 6pm," Blair happily said, grabbing Sunny and rubbing her hair as she hugged her leg, "Make sure you bring an empty stomach." "Will do, thanks," Marty agreed. Chapter 5 Carrying a bottle of wine and taking his chances on Blair buying a Maddy Doll, Marty picked up a miniature toy chair for the doll. At the very least, if she had it all ready, then she could return it the next day. It was all wrapped up and she would let Blair know what it was before he left and leave the receipt if necessary. He arrived promptly at 6pm. Sunny was surprised at Marty not being an elf, but it was explained away that after his work was done for Christmas he got time off for good behavior. He couldn't be recognized, so he had to lose his special ears. Sunny accepted it and Blair thought it was clever. They ate ham, chicken, stuffing, and mixed vegetables. Marty didn't keep kosher so he ate to his hearts content. The apple pie for dessert was topped off with Sunny's favorite ice cream, chocolate butter pecan. Marty praised her excellent cooking and held his full stomach to show his body thanked her too. They watched some videos that Sunny had picked out and played some floor games. It was fun for Marty to have a child to play with, and have a stunning beauty like Blair make him feel wanted in her home. When it was time for Sunny to go to sleep, she begged for Marty to read a story to her. He did one better and made up one for her. "Once upon a time," Marty started, "There was this ugly troll under a bridge. It was his home, and didn't like when people went over it. Dust would fall from the ceiling and he would hear the loud ricka-racka ricka-racka of the wooden planks of the bridge above him." "What was the troll's name?" Sunny interrupted. "His name was Rugrug," Marty added. "He would run out of his little cave from under the bridge and yell at the people who disturbed him. They would always run away and Rugrug would return to his cave a happier troll. One day Rugrug was eating some soup and dust felt from the ceiling and the ricka-racka ricka-racka of the wooden planks was heard from above. He threw his soupspoon down and exited his cave to yell at his trespasser. To his astonishment, a gray-haired old lady was pushing a wheel barrel over his bridge. In the wheel barrel was a big black box." Marty continued the story uninterrupted: Rugrug jumped out and screamed at the old lady, "How dare you disturbed my lunch, old woman!" The old woman turned slowly around and smiled at the troll. "Please forgive my intrusion, I am just on my way to the next town to rest my weary bones." "Why aren't you scared of me? I bring the fear of the trolls upon you hag! I don't care your reasons for coming over my bridge, you must flee now before I bring harm to you." She smiled again at Rugrug, "I am not scared of you Troll you mean me no harm." Astonished, Rugrug spun around on one foot and pounded the bridge with the other. "How dare you smile at me? You should be quivering in my wake. You shouldn't question my mean heart it is not beyond me to eat your old dried up carcass." "Ha," the elderly lady laughed, "I think I know you better than you do, troll. Stop calling me names and come here and help me across this rickety bridge." Rugrug was silent; he didn't know what to say. The old woman wasn't afraid of him, and she was playing some kind of mind games. He never dealt with such a person in all his days of living. He just stood there with his hands on his hips trying to figure out what to do. "Get over here troll and help me get across your bridge," she demanded. "Um, I...I...what do you..." Rugrug stammered. "Look troll I see your kind heart beneath your rough exterior. No need to play these games with me. Now for the last time get over here so I can be on my way." Rugrug put his head down and walked towards the old woman and helped push her wheel barrel all the way across the bridge. He looked over at her and she smiled at him. "How did you know I wouldn't hurt you or even make you my meal?" Rugrug asked. "First off, why would you bother to scare me if you meant me harm? Secondly, I smelled your soup, and I am sure you wanted to finish that off instead of me. Since my meat surely would lack the taste you desired at my age. Lastly, my wheel barrel has a curious black box in it and if you were truly a mean troll you would have taken it from me. I wouldn't have been able to put up much of a fight as you can plainly see. Yet not everything is, as it seems sometimes troll." At once the old lady turned into a red-winged dragon the size of the entire bridge. The troll fell backwards in fear. Marty the Midget's Erotic Christmas "Dragon!" Rugrug shouted, "Dragon!" "Shush troll," the dragon exclaimed, "No need to be afraid. I am Psanka the Red, a dragon of good, not evil." "Why are you playing with me Psanka the Red?" Rugrug asked still shaking in fear. "I just wanted to show you what lies beneath. Not everything you see is as dangerous as it looks. You, for instance, are far more than a grumpy troll. As the old lady, I am more than a helpless weak and intimidated crone. Now as a dragon, I do not intend to set you or your bridge ablaze. I am not here to eat you or to yell at you as you did me." "I am sorry about that Psanka," Rugrug pleaded, "I just was eating dinner and..." "Troll," Psanka interrupted and Rugrug went quiet immediately, "please do not apologize. I understand your loneliness has made you grumpy in your years. You have grown used to your solitude and anyone who disturbs you; you feel is your enemy. Anyone who looks at you only sees the ugliness and not the troll underneath. That is not so troll. It is the way of the world sometimes. People don't need to see you as you think they want you to be, but rather see you for who you really are. You have forgotten how it is to be loved and love back. It is not too late troll." "I am too ugly," Rugrug argued. "No one will ever see me. No one wants to see me." "Be yourself troll and you will see that others will be more willing to see the you for who you really are. Maybe one day, you will find true love." "You are so wise, Psanka the Red," Rugrug praised. "I will do as you say, and see if my fortune changes." "That is good. Now troll I leave you, and you may have the black box in the wheel barrel as a token of our new friendship." "What is in it?" Rugrug hastened, but Psanka the Red, flew off in a whirlwind of dirt. Rugrug covered his eyes and when he reopened them, a black metallic box lay at his feet. The wheel barrel was gone from his sight. Rugrug's head spun at the sudden interruption in his life. It certainly was a mix of feelings. He felt that he was unburdened of a tremendous weight that had attached itself to his heart. He felt good. He felt alive for the first time in a long time. He bent down to examine the box and without hesitation, he lifted the lid. Rugrug laughed heartily and went back in his cave to finish the soup. Feeling happier than at anytime in his troll life. The End." Chapter 6 Marty looked down at a sleepy Sunny and smiled. She wanted to know what was in the black box of course. Yet Marty just asked her what she thought was in the box. She shrugged, and yawned. "Okay little girl," Blair announced, "time for bed." "Oh Mom," Sunny argued, still yawning as she did so. "Say good night and thank Marty for the bedtime story," Blair demanded. "Thank you Marty, Merry Christmas, and to all a good night," Sunny said. They all giggled at the little girls joke. Marty left the room as Blair tucked her in and gave a kiss on her forehead. "Good night sweetie," Blair whispered. "Now don't leave bed until morning because Santa doesn't deliver presents unless good little boys and girls stay asleep in bed all night long." "Yes Mommy," Sunny agreed. She closed her eyes and was out like a light. She left the room, turned on the nightlight, turned off her room light and closed the door most of the way. Leaving it open a crack so she could look in on her daughter before she went to sleep. She escorted Marty back to her living room where they sat and talked some more. "Very interesting story," Blair stated. "I thought so," Marty agreed. "So what was in the box?" Blair asked. "It's in your imagination," Marty answered. "It is fun to leave a story open for interpretation. That way you might learn something from someone." "What do you mean?" Blair inquired. She was wearing a white flower dress with green and red flower prints all over its design. Perfect for the holidays, Marty thought. Her legs were curled up on the sofa across from where Marty sat on a large cushioned chair. She looked so incredibly beautiful lying there; he hesitated briefly in responding to her. "What do you think was in the black box?" Marty asked. "I thought it was something from his past. Perhaps a reminder of his childhood when he was happier." "You see the story like you might see into yourself." Marty explained. "You suggest a piece of Rugrug's childhood. Perhaps, this is where you find yourself being at your happiest. Everyone might have a different answer, because each person, might find happiness in their own life in a different place." "Interesting," Blair exclaimed, "very interesting. Marty I find that you are perhaps the most interesting person I have ever met in my life." "Dear lady," Marty thanked, "you are by far my greatest admirer and your platitudes are more than kind. Let me return the favor with this. Your child is a reflection on the goodness you grace yourself with. She is beautiful and has a kind heart. The both of you have given me one of the most memorable evenings of my entire life. I can't thank you enough." "Now it's my turn to blush," Blair covered her cheeks from the growing redness. "Thank you Marty." Blair got up off the couch and came over and knelt in front of Marty and kissed him gently on his own cheek. She looked upon his eyes with admiration. He reached out from his seat and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him for a more intimate kiss. She didn't resist and she bent towards him and closed her eyes as their lips met each other. Marty kissed her fully on her lips then sucked at her lower lip gently. He moved his mouth back on hers, and engaged her mouth slightly open this time. Their tongues met and twirled slightly and he moved away towards her lower lip again. He sucked her lip gently and trailing kisses away from her mouth, bent her neck slightly and sucked on the nape of her neck. Holding one hand on her chin to steady her neck, he massaged the back of her scalp and neck under her hair. She yielded slightly into him and he kissed her neck and shoulder area more fervently. Blair put her hands on Marty's knees to steady her and was surprised at the muscular strength he had. She swooned under his tender kisses, and was taken aback by his sudden passion. It was a long time since she felt a touch of a man. Now this small person was bringing about her desires with pounding ferocity. She wasn't sure about whether she was attracted to Marty because of his height, but his face grew on her over time, and she was attracted to his soulful green eyes. Mostly, the thing she was attracted to was Marty as a person. She had never met a man so nice, so caring, so unselfish, and the more she discovered the more she wanted to be with him. Over the passed few days, Blair thought about this moment, and whether she could see herself with him. Now as her neck was kissed and massaged, she felt her desire grow and a need along with it. With her daughter in the other room, she pulled away and she looked lustfully in his eyes. "Sunny," she pleaded. "We need to go to the other room, okay?" Marty wasn't sure if this would be another one-nightstand or not, and he hoped against it, but he wanted her more than any woman he has ever wanted in his life. He nodded his head, and she guided him to the bedroom, in the far corner of their home. She flicked on her lights as soon as they entered the room and locked the door behind them. She started to undress, but Marty stopped her. "Slowly Blair, slowly," Marty whispered. He took her hands and sat her on the edge of the bed. He lifted her by the waist and pushed her back a few inches, so just her calves hung loosely off the bed. His strength surprised her and she giggled slightly. Marty liked to show women a sample of his power, because they are often surprised at how strong midgets really are. He grabbed her left ankle and removed her shoe, then did the same with the right. She looked at him and he stared intently back with a teasing grin on his face. Holding onto her right foot, he began to massage gently along the balls of her feet and toes. Marty's past experience with women, he knew that massage was an excellent start to foreplay. He read books on erotic massages and they all seemed to center around the feet. It was a very erogenous zone for women, and they seem to enjoy it very much. Blair too was captivated by his massage, leaning back on the bed as he manipulated her foot. He leaned her foot against his chest, and worked the sides, the toes and along the heel. Kneading and working the muscles of her foot in the tenderest way. Marty laid her foot down along the bed and grabbed her left one. He continued his hand movements, up and along her foot, and slipped to her ankle for a brief moment and back to the foot again. Blair closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention Marty was giving to her feet. He soon moved from her foot to her calf, moving his hands along the muscles, loosening them against any tightness. He moved up to her knee, back down to her calf and returned fully to her left foot again. He laid her left leg down and switched back to her right leg. He used fingertip strokes from the hem of her dress at the lower part of her thigh, down to her knee, her calf and foot, and began massaging her again deeply at her heel. He used increased pressure on her foot, and moved up to her calves, pulling at her muscles, relaxing her body as he did. His expert technique was arousing her desire as his hands slowly moved up to her thighs. He mixed the pressure of his touch with light fingertip strokes again. He switched legs and moved from her thighs down to her foot again as he did with the right leg. Noticing her legs parting slightly as he moved up her thighs under her dress, Marty blew lightly wherever his hands touched. He picked up the mild scent of her arousal, and this further turned Marty on. He did not want to rush this. He wanted to make love with this woman, and didn't want to give into any of his animalistic sexual urges. So he teased her body more, mixing deep hard massaging motion with the lightest of strokes. He went higher and higher, switching legs as he did. He unbuttoned her dress as he went. She moaned slightly as his fingers teased along her hips, dancing along her panty line. She wore a pair of bright red satin bikini panties. Marty thought she looked incredibly sexy, and wanted to taste her so bad, his mouth watered. He brought his mouth down on her inner thighs and kissed her legs. He worked his mouth slowly down her legs, planting kisses and suckling her gently her and there until he reached her feet again. He gently kissed her foot and climbed onto the bed, between her legs and dragged his fingers on both legs slowly upwards to her hips. He then gripped her sides and slowly moved his hands to her chest. Leaning himself against her as he did. He unbuttoned the rest of her dress and it lay to her side, exposing her swelling bosom encased in matching red satin material as her panties. Blair looked up at him with her lust-filled eyes. She reached up and grabbed at his sweater and promptly tugged it over his head. He helped her remove the collared shirt underneath, and then the t-shirt underneath that. She smiled at his chiseled features. He actually had a six-pack stomach and a split in his well-defined chest. She ran her hands on him and pulled him down to her for a kiss. Marty kissed her gently and slipped his tongue into her mouth as his hand gently stroked her left hip and side of her stomach. Her legs came up along side of him, and her tongue twirled with his. He put a hand on the back of her head and once again massaged her neck as they kissed. She grinded her hips up against him and she whispered to him. "Marty take your pants off, I want you now." He smiled at her and kissed her deeply again, and moved to her breasts. Marty unsnapped her bra with the ease of a hot knife through butter. He closed his mouth immediately on her exposed left nipple. It swelled in his mouth as he sucked on it slowly. Sometimes brushing his teeth against it, making her moan in pleasure. Her body was responding nicely to his mouth as he switched to the right nipple and made it grow as well. She reached down to his pants and tried to unbuckle his pants. He finally relented and helped her. He slid off his pants and then his boxers. His 7 inches sprang to life, and she was in awe of it. "Oh my God Marty, it's big. I wasn't expecting to see you bigger than my husband." Blair asked him about protection and he said he didn't come prepared. She pointed to the nightstand and he got up and retrieved a condom from a brand new box of condoms. "Marty I just want you to know you are the first man I have had any relations with since my husband. The box is brand new." He smiled and nodded his approval. He placed the latex device on himself and returned to kissing her directly on the mouth. Her hands roamed everywhere, massaging and kneading her flesh. Her body was aglow with passion. Their tongues twisted and twirled together as she grew hot with passion. She felt his hands suddenly brush against her mound and she gasped as he teased her clit through her panties. She felt intense arousal immediately as he slid his cock against her button and lay down on her, grinding himself against her. She wanted to Marty inside her, but she was enjoying how he teased her body in various ways. His mouth found her neck again and he worked his mouth there for a little while as he humped her slowly. She found the friction electric and despite herself, she ground her mound against him. The building pleasure and all the time alone came back at once and she felt her body on the throes of an intense orgasm. She moved faster under him and he matching her body with deep kisses on her mouth. He gripped her ass and raised it off the bed against him, and he maneuvered his hardness so it stayed firmly against the slit of her lips and clit. Her dampening panties were easy to move against as he glided himself back and forth against her. "You want me to fuck you Blair?" Marty suddenly asked as he quickened his pace. "Yes," she gasped. Her breathing was becoming labored as he moved himself against her panties. Teasing her so much, she wanted his cock in her now. The pleasure grew and when his hand tweaked her right nipple, their tongues met, and his grinding cock teasing more than she could take, she came hard. She cried softly in pleasure, not letting the noise of her orgasm become too loud and alert her child. Marty suddenly pulled her panties down her legs and put his mouth there, as she was cumming. His tongue split her lips and he fucked the last of the orgasm with his tongue. He was gentle with her, letting the feelings subside a little. Kissing her there slowly. Around her thighs, her tummy, and her breasts. Chapter 7 Blair felt the pleasure rise again at Marty's expert hands. He was touching her in all the right spots, and although she wanted him to fuck her, she was enjoying him controlling the action. She was always a little submissive in nature, but Marty was an excellent guide to her sexual reawakening. It was such a long time since her abandoned husband had sex with her. It was rarely ever good, and he was never much into foreplay, which Marty was king. The previous two lovers before her marriage were never this gentle either. She had good sex, but no one ever made her have an orgasm without taking off her panties. Now Blair's mounting desire to fuck Marty was too much to bear. She needed his cock in her. "Please Marty, fuck me now," Blair begged. Marty ignored her and kept his tongue dancing around her pussy. Teasing her as he kissed around her clit, but not directly upon the button. Her hips bucked at his mouth and her hands tried to persuade his mouth to stop the teasing. Yet he kept up the sucking and kissing up and down her mound. His hands raised her butt off the bed as he licked at her juices. She moaned softly and pleaded some more to him beckoning him. "Ohhh, please, just put it in me Marty, I want you so bad now. Just slide it into me, fuck me, please. Mmmmm, ohhh God." "Tell me again Blair," Marty ordered, then going back to licking her pussy. He struck her clit for a second, and she writhed in response. "Yes, please fuck me Marty, fuck me now," Blair replied. She put her hands to her head and licked her lips as Marty continued to tease her clit with random motions. She was quickly on the verge of another orgasm. His tongue was moving faster around and around, then up and down, then side-to-side, it was too much for her mind to take, and she bucked and shook at his licking and came again. She came hard and her moans were soft and guttural. She purred in pleasure and smiled up at Marty. "I guess you like it Blair," Marty teased. "Oh God yes," Blair countered, "You are absolutely amazing at this, but enough teasing, I need you to fuck me, please." "Do you?" Marty smiled. "You know I do, please," Blair begged. Marty repositioned himself again. Aligning his cock once again lengthwise along her pussy lips, but not in. He moistened his cock with her juices and started the sliding motion again. "No, ohhh please stop teasing me again, I need, mmmm you inside me, ahhhh..." Marty ignored her and he ground himself again in a fucking motion against her pussy. Sliding all along her lips, splitting them and then striking her clit with his cock head. Blair wrapped her legs around Marty's torso in an attempt to convince him to fuck her. All it did was increase her pleasure because it made it easy for him to move because she became a little wider. She was very wet and slick and Marty felt the increasing pleasure from his cock, and didn't want to wait any longer. He had teased her enough. He teased himself enough. They were both more than ready. He slid the tip of his cock into her, and she held her breath as he lay still on top of her. Marty suddenly pulled out and she gasped in disappointment. He put it back in her a little more, and then pulled back out of her again. "Stop teasing me you bastard," Blair pleaded. "Ok here we go Blair, you ready?" Marty asked. "More than you will ever know," Blair answered quickly. He slid gently into Blair, and she came instantly as he fucked her and played with her clit with each stroke. Her warm pussy held him tightly, and he loved every second of it. She moaned quietly as he took his full hardness and continued his in and out slowly increasing the speed as he went. She wrapped her legs around him again, and he felt his cock leap with pleasure. Marty fucked Blair faster and faster, harder and harder and with mounting pleasure he felt himself close to orgasm. He held on for Blair, waiting for her to cum again. "I am going to cum soon Blair," Marty announced. "Yes, please," Blair exclaimed. "I want to cum with you, so tell me when you are close," Marty informed. "I am almost there," Blair reported. Their bodies quickened and it was as if they were one for a short time. Their bodies danced and glistened together in sweat-filled ecstasy. Blair screamed she was cumming and Marty released at the same time. They bucked and writhed together, draining their fluids from each other. They collapsed into each others arms and kissed for a little while longer. Marty disposed of his condom and started to dress to leave. Blair pulled him back to bed. "Do you have to go Marty?" Blair asked. "I would love for you to stay the night with me." "What about Sunny and Christmas and all?" Marty countered. "Sunny likes you, besides you were the best Christmas present I could've gotten this year." Marty looked deeply into her eyes and he saw something he had never seen before from another woman. A twinkle. There was an unmistakable twinkle of joy in her eyes. He couldn't understand why it was there, but he believed it was there because of him. He must have the twinkle as well, because he really likes Blair. Marty the Midget's Erotic Christmas "Thank you Blair," Marty replied. "I would love to stay the night, but we better put Santa's gifts under the Christmas tree or you will have one unhappy child on our hands in the morning." Blair kissed Marty on the cheek and again deeply on the mouth. Marty and Blair embraced and went to the tree together.