No One Wears Yellow Anymore

"Easy! It's hard for me because I'm so damned turned on but I'll go slow, no need to be scared of me." Her breath was warm and sweet on my face as I felt myself glide into her tightness. She breathed into my neck,

"Dan, may I have your Colorado local virginity?" Without an answer, I locked eyes with her, and she gave a look of ecstasy as I slid in slowly bit by bit. I felt like I would never make it all the way in, it was so slow and then all at once with a little moisture from inside her, I slid into her waiting warmth. Gasping just a bit, she looked at me while holding me engulfed inside her.

"Don't move!" her hoarse voice whispered. "Let's run through your checklist for today. I am your bottoms girl, your tops and bottoms girl all at once, and now; what do you call this?"

"Damned amazing!" I breathed into her freckled shoulder.

"Okay. Do you feel okay? I am going to move a little. Try and hang in there for a bit and let me get myself off. I 'm sure that you will remember me and this day forever, but your 'Damned Amazing' would like to remember you, too." A coy smile followed her words.

"Tell me when you are close."

Before she could make any movement, I sighed "I'm pretty close." This prompted another eye roll.

"Local, you are hopeless." She moved her hips in a small circle, her tight stomach rubbing against mine, her breasts pushing into my chest. My erection stirred and explored the muscular walls of her canal. I closed my eyes and breathed in with the feeling. She looked straight into my eyes and winked as she squeezed my shaft inside her. My breath caught in a gasp at the sensation. The fierce look returned to her blue eyes,

"Do not cum inside of me!" She softened her gaze and said,

"Do you understand? I don't need that headache. I'm going to move a bit more and try to feel good myself. If you can't handle it, tell me right away. Hang in there. I'm pretty ready for this so if I get feeling good I will stop and give you a little treat, okay?" I nodded thinking what more of a treat could there be as she started to slide up and down on my throbbing shaft. I looked down to our union and watched as our bodies came together and apart as I disappeared inside her repeatedly.

"You feel amazing! This might just work." She said while starting to pant. Our sounds came back to us in echoes from the concrete pipe. More moisture produced from inside her made our skin glide together with each motion. Without words, she took my right hand and put my middle finger in her mouth. After running her tongue over it she took it out and lowered my hand to where our bodies met.

"We have a really good thing going! Think of something different for just a few more minutes. Make quick little circles with this finger right here!" Placing my finger on her clit with her saliva and teaching me how to massage her, she continued grinding on my lap. Her hand moved on top of mine as my wet finger slid over and around her lips. Less in and out and more grinding circles made her breath come more rapid and she started making small vocal whimpers showing her pleasure. I thought about the baseball game on TV last night. That made me think of softball and brought me right back to this reality. . . Fishing! I was going fishing, walking down the pipe to the river and here I am in the pipe, in the arms of this amazing 'Lady Jazz'! The calming sound of the river washed over us, but her more persistent noises of pleasure filled my ears with an intoxicating echo from the walls of the pipe. I finally gave up thinking of other things and using my left hand, cupped her left breast, and went along for the ride. I watched her face as I ran my thumb over her pink nipple, my right hand circling about her slit, getting moist with her lubrication. Number 30 let out a soft moan and went a little faster on her thrusting. Her breathing quickened into gasps as I grabbed for the other breast.

"My nipples..." she said between breaths and I lowered my head to lick and suck her right nipple. Her chest heaved as my tongue circled her pink bud and I took it in my mouth.

"Oh God, yes!" she gasped. Circling her clit and sucking hard on her nipple, a whine escaped my throat as she started to toss her head back, her long hair touching my knees.

"Don't stop now!" she growled.

"Oh Dan!" Her growling gave way to a pleading voice, "Please don't cum in me! Please don't cum at all! Please don't stop!" My finger drawing the alphabet letter by letter over her moist clit and my other hand playing with her bouncing breasts while she bounced in my lap. Looking at me with her fierce eyes she said,

"If you stop now I will..." her words trailed off replaced by a long chest heaving sigh and then gasps of pleasure. Once, twice, three times and then so quickly that I lost count. I tried to keep my tongue in contact with her breast as she moaned and was able to lick a few circles around it as the grip of her pleasure lessened. She mercifully slowed her rhythm, grinding her pelvis deep onto mine, involuntarily gripping my shaft over and again. Her whole face gave me a beautiful look of pleasure. Eyes shut, her tunnel clenched and released my manhood still deep inside. My teeth grazed her nipple, and she shivered at the sensation. Her twinkly blue eyes opened as she came up off me and said,

"Oooh! Great job!" She took my hands clasped in hers and giggled drunkenly while she looked into my eyes. We sat still, although I was on the brink of out of control, so desiring to get back inside her when enthusiastically she said,

"Oh, I like Colorado and I like you! Are you ready for your treat?" As she rose, my erection pointed to her crevice and I felt so exposed outside of her body. I almost started to beg for her to return to our lovemaking position until I saw her kneel on all fours and point her gorgeous ass in my direction. Her lips were beautifully framed by her thighs. A bit of moisture, made from her slick produced by our first time together, glistened from her slit.

"Do you need me to tell you what to do?" she beckoned in her sing song voice as she swayed her hips to an unheard music. I needed no more prompting. I was up and situated behind her ignoring the hard concrete on my knees and prepared to enter her again from behind. She dodged to the right and then to the left each time I moved forward causing me great frustration at not finding my way home, but I loved the sight of her lips peeking from between her beautiful ass. She moved to the right at the same time I did, and I slid into her to the hilt of my erection. Frozen together for a moment, I barely breathed. Slowly I moved a few times into her until my thighs were against her ass. She looked over her shoulder and blue eyes twinkling moved forward so I slid out an inch or two. I quickly caught up and she leaned forward again. Her smile was wide as she taunted,

"Are you ready? This is one of my favorites!" She pushed back with a quick motion that caused a slap to echo down the pipe.

"Enjoy the view, but cum in me and you're dead." I played around with a few different angles and watched myself disappear inside her very slowly, drawing a moan from her throat; then to pull all the way out slick with her drippings. I tried a couple faster thrusts with just the head of my cock. My left hand reached forward and weighed her hanging breast. My fingers circled her nipple while I cupped the ample flesh to her chest. I adjusted my aim to the right and felt her tunnel graze along the side of my erection. The next slow thrust was to the left side. I was very much enjoying myself when with a groan of exasperation and pressing her hips hard back, taking me all inside, Miss Bowman looked over her shoulder and said,

"Local, you are a sweet guy and you will make someone a great husband one day, no doubt. Right now, don't be a gentleman."

"Fuck me."

Blue eyes and freckles in command. No more slow and deliberate movements from me. I moved in and out watching my shaft disappear into her moist channel. Our motions started unsteady but soon we got into a rhythm and my hands held her waist while I thrust. Her breasts swayed beneath her with our motion and I cupped first one and then the other. They were soft and warm. My fingers found the hard protrusion of her nipple and I circled and pinched it releasing a gasp from deep in her chest. My other hand reached around her and found the magic place she showed me earlier and I started working her clit with my fingers. My finger dripped some of her clear fluid down the inside of her thigh. The tip of my erection grazed the top inside of her channel causing me to doubt my stamina. Our rhythm continued to build in speed and urgency. Our voices made small sounds that echoed through the pipe. I glanced down to my shaft glistening with her sex fluids. I went in and out; every motion a slick, warm ecstasy that affected my entire being. Pinching her left nipple, I felt a warmth building up inside of me that I knew was going to come out fast.

My thrusting pace reached a frenzy and each time I slid deep into her canal. Her breathing was becoming more rapid and her sounds a bit rowdier. On sliding out, taking every effort and bit of self-control I could muster, I exited her moist slit and gushed a stream of cum down her right thigh. I rocked back and forth as my first shared orgasm gripped at my body. Her hand reached my throbbing piece and milked me up and down. Through my heavy breathing I heard,

"If you could have given me three more, you might have gotten me off again!" the rich accent brought the concrete spillway back into focus. Her warm hand still wrapped my erection and she milked the last bits of my seed onto the concrete floor. She turned her body on her knees and sat back onto the wall of the pipe. Spreading her knees wide and using several of her long fingers, she deftly massaged her slit until her heavy breathing returned. With no modesty and wanting me to see her performance, her fingers worked in and around her flower and her breasts bounced with the exertion. I lowered my mouth to her nipple and rounded it a few times with my tongue. Her skin glistened with her exertion. She absolutely glowed in the low light. I sucked her nipple as she used my fingers to finish her second orgasm. The pipe echoed her heavy breathing as I massaged her breasts, my fingers glistening in the dim light. I whispered,

"Amazing! You are amazing!" Spent, she fell back against the wall of the pipe. With shaky legs I crawled over and sat in front of her. I bent and gently kissed her flower opening, licking from the bottom to the top and tasting her sweet musk. Miss Bowman's legs shuddered at my tongue's touch. I kissed at her again drawing a shiver from her body and crawled to the pile of clothes close by to fetch the camo handkerchief.

"Was I any good?" I asked as I leaned back in to her nakedness. "You were awesome! It wasn't easy to not let fly inside of you."

"Yes! Very well done!" she praised, using the camo cloth to wipe the back side of her leg. She continued to explain as she dried off her flower,

"I needed that release something fierce. If you could have lasted another fifteen seconds, I would have been off the ground! Really that was your first time?"

"I had a good teacher! Was I better than your boyfriend?" Silence. It came tumbling out of my mouth before I thought about it. Looking down from my eyes and stopping her praises she let the smile leave her pretty lips.

"Damn it Dan, I told you to not say stupid things." She tossed the handkerchief into my chest and was suddenly standing.

"He and I have it . . . you know; figured out. You are probably a bit bigger and for sure better than he was on the first time, if that makes you feel better."

It didn't. She was getting dressed; those beautiful parts disappearing behind the yellow and gray uniform. She was buttoning her shirt without her bra on. All I could do in my orgasmic stupor was sit on the floor of the pipe and watch as this southern dream put herself away. I knew nothing more could be done or said so I mumbled,

"What's your name?" She leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips letting me look down her half buttoned uniform. Pulling up her pants she gave me her fierce, fiery blue eyes and said determinedly,

"You remember me forever, okay?" She walked to her bat bag in the lighter end of the tunnel and looked back at me. Her blue eyes twinkled like they contained a star. As she slipped on her cleats and adjusted her uniform she reached down and pulled at something on her bat bag. When it came loose she smiled at me and said,

"Thanks, Local. Sorry I have to pursue my parent's dream." She dropped what she had in her hand.

"Dan, I had a good time in Colorado, and I hope you don't feel like I used you. I know I was good, but you were just what I needed." She blew a kiss down the pipe and took off at a jog. She left the tunnel and me, naked and spent. I clambered up and got dressed. I quickly walked to the end of the tunnel on shaky legs. Looking out under the gray storm clouds, I saw no one wearing yellow. I saw no one at all.

I walked in the direction of town, following my nose and what I thought was her perfume on the wind. All the teams had cleared the fields to weather the pending afternoon storm indoors. Defeated, I walked back through the spillway to retrieve my fishing pole in a cold, sprinkling rain when I kicked something on the floor of the pipe. Excitedly I bent down and scooped up the luggage tag from her bat bag. I fumbled with shaky hands to turn it over and read the card inside. It read,

"If lost, return this bag to 'Bowman, Lady Jazz #30'". I told the tag thank you, then cursed at it for its lack of information.

I spent the weekend walking the softball games looking for the Lady Jazz. I never did find the team, let alone Miss Bowman. I have never forgotten that adventure just as her fiery eyes told me not to. Our adventure lives in my memories to this day because no one wears yellow like my number 30.