Golden Blues

The news was final, and it was bad.  After ten years, the company was closing.
Amy and I had worked side-by-side for the last five years, many times late into
the night.  All those billable hours were completely innocent, but the end was
at hand and we were the last ones left at the grim "goodbye party" held in my
small apartment.  I'd just seen the last guests out and took time to lock the
door after they left.

I realized that this would probably be the last time we'd see each other.  She
lay back against the arm of my old couch, holding an empty champagne glass.  I
filled it and placed the bottle among the others on the crowded table.  I sat
down near her.

"Well, I guess it's down to you me."

"Yeah.  I never thought it'd end this way, but I'm glad we're together now.  It
seems right, somehow.  To us?"

"To us."

We touched the rim of our glasses and sipped.  We'd been close.  Businesslike
and professional, but close.  Like brother and sister, till now.

Now we both felt something more.

"Jerry, I'm feeling very close to you right now and I just wanted you to know
that I'll miss you - and I love you, a lot."

She rose to her knees and took the glass from my hand.  After setting them down,
she turned and placed her hands on my thighs and leaned forward.

"There's something I've been wanting to do for a long time."

I felt her warmth as she moved near.  Closing her eyes, she placed her lips on
mine and kissed me, hard.

I carefully set my glass down and let my right hand find its way to her side.  I
held her, my hand still but firm.  Amy flexed and I felt her back rise and fall,
slowly curving and straightening her back.  Her firm behind rose and fell in
slow rhythm.

With my left hand I reached around, grasped her by the hip and pulled her toward
me.  We pressed ourselves together, her lips parted and she touched the tip of
her tongue to my mouth.  I opened to let her in, and we began to explore each
other, searching and caressing the other.

Our breathing quickened, then, after a few moments, she fell back to the couch
and we looked at each other.

She was slim and strong with auburn-red hair in loose shoulder-length curls.  A
genuine "tomboy," Amy's mischievous, sparkling eyes smiled as her hand went flat
against her chest and she tried to catch her breath.  Her jeans had hiked up,
showing off the tight curve of her thighs and the small mound between her legs.
Already, a small dark patch showed her excitement.  We were both practically
panting and I didn't even try to hide my full and obvious erection.  She looked
down between my legs, smiled, and stood up.

"I gotta pee before we start."

As she stood and walked toward the bathroom, I blurted out "Can I watch?"

She turned, smiled, and held out her hand.

My legs began to tremble with anticipation as we walked to the bathroom.  There,
we started to kiss again, but she stopped me with, "I really have to go . . ."

We raced to take off our clothes.  I heard Amy's breath catch as I stepped out
of my shorts.  I stood before her, naked, my cock hard and rigid, curving upward
toward her face.  Clear precum glistened on the end.

She had removed everything except her white lace bra and panties, but by the
time I'd finished placing the beach towel in the bathtub and turned around she
had removed her bra, showing her peach-sized breasts.  They were full and heavy,
ivory white and creamy, with red nipples standing out silver-dollar sized, pink
areola.

Kneeling before her I reached forward and placed my hands on her hips.  Kissing
below her navel, I could smell her musky scent and feel the heat from below.
"Hurry!" she said in husky voice.  I slipped my fingers into the waistband of
her panties and slid them down.

I wanted to stare at her forever.

For months I'd imagined what she would look like, laying back and spreading
herself open with desire.  Now I could see her in reality.

A vertical line of soft blonde down began below her navel and ran to her panty
line where it grew darker, then spread into a neat triangle of dark brown
between her legs.  Her swollen vagina was nestled among long, soft and turned-in
curls of light brown hair and I wanted to open her then and there, but she
pushed me toward the tub where I lay on my back, my prick now pointing up at my
own face.  Amy carefully stepped in and stood above me, one foot on the bottom
of the tub, the other on the edge.

From below I could see between the deeper russet curls at the edge of the
swollen, full, outer lips.  Her pink clitoris stood out, hard and erect.
Bracing herself, Amy squatted and the heat from her bottom warmed my face.
Peering down, I saw the round bottoms of her ass cheeks.  I examined the sharp
upward curve that led to her most tender depths.

Then I found myself moaning with pleasure as she opened herself before me, less
than a foot above my chest.  My field of vision was filled with her soft pubic
hair, the underside of her clit, and below and between, the pink lips guarding
her opening.

After a moment, she squatted a bit lower and began to aim.  When she did this,
she opened fully and I looked up into her.

Two holes were above me, one rather large and moist, the other a small vertical
slit between just above her opening.  Her breathing quickened as she reached
down, and used two fingers to spread herself wide.  Her body became rigid and
she panted, "Oh, God, I'm gonna . . . gonna . .  go now!"

The inside of her pussy pulsed once, then twice, and - for only a second - a
tiny streamlet of near-clear urine sprayed backward, striking my chest and
rolling down my sides.  The stream died, but only for a second.  Her outer lips
began to move quickly as she rubbed herself, her fingers stiff on either side of
her clitoris.  Clear droplets in her hair shook loose and sprayed us both.

The font opened again and this time she really began to douse me.  It began as a
trickle and grew steady, still spraying backward and wet my chest.  Quickly her
stream strengthened and straightened, moving forward and wetting my neck.  I
could smell the light tartness growing stronger as she impolitely returned the
champagne we had shared.

She was really going now, covering my neck and chin, pushing harder and starting
to splash.  A light mist of warm liquid covered my face.

I felt the steady approach of her stream and opened my mouth.  This made Amy's
jaw drop and she began to thrash.  I closed my eyes.

Her warm urine struck my lower lip, then the back of my closed throat.  My lover
quickly filled my open mouth - it seemed to go on forever, like a warm river
running over my tongue and lips and face.  My ears filled, but I could still
hear the drumbeat of Amy's shower as it ran from my neck and shoulders.
Gradually, the taut fabric grew moist behind my head.

The splashing had stopped by now, so I opened my eyes and saw the strong flow
begin to ebb.  The stream slackened, then gained a bit of strength as it began
to bounce and shake.  Amy began to growl and huff, her fingers moving faster and
faster, working her clit back and forth.  The once-solid stream slackened to a
trickle until I could count the final golden drops as they fell.
Amy's voice moved from a low growl to a scream.  She held herself against the
wall with one hand and rubbed herself madly with the other.  She began her first
orgasm and I saw her wet and sweat soaked belly, her soft, hanging breasts, her
head thrown back.  Her hips bucked wildly at first, then stilled as she spread
her vagina and settled on my mouth.

I pushed my filled mouth against her and forced her own warm liquid against her
flesh.  She rubbed her soft, hot pink flesh over my face.  My tongue darted in
and out, trying to keep up with her movements and looking for her hole.
Gradually, her tartness was replaced by a more familiar, muskier taste as her
second orgasm covered my face with slick cum.

Slowly, lowered herself and sat down. Her legs folded gracefully and her knees
bent till her bottom touched down on my chest.  I felt the hot, moist lips and
steamy wetness of her body.  She relaxed for only a moment, coming down from her
plateau, then she lay back, turning sideways to avoid touching my cock.

She raised up and rolled toward me.  With both hands she grasped my cock.  I
looked down toward her as she moved to go down on me.

Two small rivulets of precum had snaked down my fat, purple head.  Amy tightened
her grasp and a sharp tingle when through my balls.  A small, clear stream
leaked from my slit.  Amy leaned forward and began to lick the side of the
shaft.  One of her hands went down to cradle my heavy sac as she rolled on top
of me and placed her knees on either side of my head.  We began a more
traditional "69" and again she held her bottom close to my face.

I felt her thumb press down on the hole of my cock and massage the slippery
stuff all over.  Gradually, she lubricated her fingers and started to slide her
hand up and down the shaft.  Her pointed tongue probed at the tiny opening and I
heard her mutter "Mmm, sweet."  The warmth of her mouth enveloped me and I
started to moan in anticipation.  My lust for my lover's body grew stronger.

Amy lowered herself a bit and I tasted her flesh for the first time, rolling my
tongue against her lips.  I loved the look of her now - reddish pink, butt held
proud and high in the air, cheeks spread.  The dark reddish-pink ring of her
anus was wet, and small, tight curls neatly circled her opening.

Her hands worked faster and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to shoot.
Reluctantly, I took my mouth from her and said "Honey, you're going to make me
cum, hard!"

I expected her to pull away and jack me off in the air, maybe spraying her face.
Instead, she opened her throat and forced my shaft deep into her beautiful face.
Her nose touched lightly against my sac and her fingers began grasping and
spreading my cheeks, probing for the hole.  She found my opening and she began
to work a finger into me.

Her free hand reached back and returned the favor, pulling one of her own white
cheeks to the side and stretching her anus taut.  With my pinkie, I gently began
to probe Amy's asshole.  The pressure on my digit became less with time and when
she felt relaxed and ready.

When I pushed inside her I felt her take my dick from her mouth and bury her
face against my balls.  She choked out a few "Oh God, oh God!"'s, then moaned.

With time, her bottom open a bit and I could move my finger in and out more
easily.  I moved up and buried my face in the cleft of her buttocks.  I
carefully aimed my tongue at the round, pink target.  Her taste set me off.  I
felt cum rise and fill my shaft, then a long drip from the head, then a hard
spasm.

Warmth sprayed back on the top of my cockhead as cum bounced off the inside
Amy's throat.  She held her breath and moved her head down on me even further.
We became one.  Her final orgasm raced through her and she pushed down hard on
my face.  Her sweet bottom opened wide and my tongue slipped deep inside.  I was
on my fourth or fifth powerful squirt, and I could feel that except for the part
of my cock in her mouth, I was still dry.  Without even trying, Amy was able to
swallow it all.  The pleasure was so great it began to hurt, and we screamed
together.  Her slim finger slid in and out and rotated in my hole.  The tip of
my own tongue felt the muscled smoothness inside my lover's ass.

The peak passed, and, with a groan, Amy slowly rose from sitting on my face.
Her anus closed and puckered tight, then her cheeks fell together, but the
darkness at the base of her crack still showed the flush of passion.  Moving
slowly, she turned and sat on the toilet.  We rested until we could focus our
eyes and move again.

We stared at each other and began to touch ourselves.  We showered together and
studied each other's body closely.  Finally we toweled off.  Warm and clean,
still naked and only half-dry, we climbed into my bed and began our final night
together.