The Last Afternoon

My wife and I were getting ready to move out of state the next day for my new gig in Phoenix. Elena and I had become good friends while working together at the radio station in San Diego, where I was a deejay and she was a programming assistant in charge of daily playlists. It was a warm, flirty relationship that never went farther than it should have. I was going to miss her.

I took her to lunch that afternoon at her favorite little Mexican place in Old Town. The air seemed charged between us, not like the casual, easy way it had always been before. When I took her back to her apartment, she invited me in. We sat close together on the couch, trying to keep it relaxed. Finally, I decided I better leave, or my wife would be wondering what I was up to.

We walked to the door. We hugged a little longer than friends normally would. I found myself stroking her hair as she leaned into the embrace. The closeness, and the fact that I knew we'd probably never see each other again got to me. My cock began to stir in my jeans. Soon, it was fully erect.

Elena didn't move or say anything for a moment. Then, she whispered in my ear, "You probably better go." Of course, she was right. But as I turned to the door, she stopped me, grabbing my arm. "No, don't go. I don't want you to. Not yet."

I looked at her. She was clearly nervous about what was going to happen next. Honestly, so was I. "We've been tiptoeing around this for years. Now, you're leaving. If you want to stay, and I think you do, then stay with me for a few hours."

"You know, Elena, there's a good chance we'll never see each other again," I finally said. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I know," Elena replied. "I'll miss you too, more than, you know, I should. The flirting, the jokes, you looking at my butt when you thought I didn't notice." She laughed after she said that. "It's been fun."

She paused, then turned serious again. "So, if this is the last time... I don't want to spend it being careful. Stay. Please. Even if it's only for an hour."

Then, we did something we've never done. We kissed, tenderly at first, then with more passion. I knew I should leave, but the "little head" was doing my thinking for me.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. "We'll never have another chance, Elena. Will you go to bed with me?"

She held my gaze, then said, "Yes." Taking my hand, she led us to her bedroom down the hall. "Come with me, Steve. I'm glad you asked. I hoped you would."

It was darker in her room. She turned on a table lamp next to the bed. Then, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Can I do that?" I asked.

"Yes, and I'll help you too."

I slid her blouse off as she reached for my belt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the sight of her small, firm tits almost took my breath away. She helped me out of my pants and underwear, then took off her own jeans as I pulled off my shirt.

As we hugged naked for the first time, she could feel my erection straining against her tummy.

"Well, hello there," she said with a grin. "Bed?" I didn't answer. I let her pull me onto the sheets.

My hands started exploring all over her body as we kissed. She was about 10 years younger than I was, and since she hadn't had any children, she was firm in a way that my wife wasn't, not that I had any complaints about her either. I loved her deeply, not that I was proving it right now.

I cupped Elena's breasts, then ran my hands down to over her waist and around to her ass, which she always joked was too big. It was not. It was full and incredible. She let me squeeze.

Finally, I put my hand between her legs. She gasped a little as I reached her pussy. She was soaking wet and lifted her hips into my touch. She opened her legs a little wider.

"Stevie...!' she moaned. "Oh my God!"

I leaned down and took her left breast in my mouth, sucking gently on her hard little nipple. Then I did the same with the other. She laughed a little. "That feels so good. Keep doing that." She started bucking against my hand.

After a few minutes, she reached down and took my cock in her hand. She gave it a little stroke as I throbbed in her fingers.

"Someone's glad to see me," she laughed. "You always walk around the station like you're so cool. Look at you now!"

She was having fun. "You gonna let me play with it for a minute, or are you already planning your escape?"

I laughed, in spite of myself. I knew I'd feel guilty as hell later, but right now, I didn't care.

She slid lower in the bed, still grinning, and kissed the head of my cock. "Since you're leaving tomorrow," she said playfully, "I should probably find out what you taste like."

She took me into her mouth, stroking what she couldn't fit in. She kept it up, humming around it while she sucked. I think it was Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, but I can't be sure.

I had lost track of time when she crawled up on top of me and gave me a long, deep kiss. Then, looking at me, she asked, "What do you want, Stevie? We have a little while."

"I wish it was more than a little while," I told her.

She kissed me again. "So do I."

Then she sat up and settled over my groin. Leaning forward, she guided me into her and sank down. She sighed, "Jesus," as she took it all.

I couldn't resist. "You can still call me Steve," I joked. She poked my shoulder.

"God, you can be stupid," she said.

She was still for a minute, then started to move her hips. I was afraid I might come too soon, but she seemed to be making sure I lasted. She kissed me again, saying, "Stay with me. Right here."

She began riding me a little harder. Halfway through one thrust, she said a little breathlessly, "God, look at us! The responsible programming assistant and the unflappable afternoon drive jock screwing like rabbits. Very professional!"

Her hair fell forward as she leaned in and bit my lip lightly. "You know I used to time how long you'd stare at my ass in the hallway? Personal best was eight seconds."

Then, as she started riding me harder, "This is fun. I'm glad we stopped pretending."

At that point, I flipped her onto her back and entered her again quickly. She yelped as I did it. "Oh--okay, that was rude," she said, grinning, a little breathless. "I was in the middle of a very important demonstration."

Pulling me down into another kiss, she said, "Fine. Your turn to show off."

She wrapped her legs around me, as I began fucking her quicker, "Come on, then. Fuck me. I'm right here. Make it good. Today's all we have."

The playfulness faded as I drove into her faster. She stopped joking, dug her nails into my back, and moaned, "Stevie, fuck...!"

The goodbye was still waiting around the corner, but right now neither of us was thinking about it, or thinking at all.

"God! Harder! I want to come with you!"

I felt myself getting close to climaxing. So did Elena. She held me tight, her legs gripping around me as I erupted inside her. "There you go," she said in a shaky voice. "Couldn't even wait for me to finish my sentence!"

We stayed like that. We couldn't stop kissing. "God. Okay. That was... yeah," she finally said. "Yeah. That was worth the wait. Stay inside me. I'm not ready to let you go yet."

Elena and I stayed like that, remembering times we had at work, joking about things that seemed important at the time, not talking about tomorrow yet.

She snorted against my shoulder, "Remember the time, Louise, the intern, spilled a Coke into the board shorting it out. You turned so pale I thought you were going to pass out. I was running back and forth from the next studio frantically trying to get the carts for your show from Studio A. You looked like someone told you Christmas was cancelled.

"And the time she spent twenty minutes looking for your sunglasses that were on top of your head? I almost told you. Almost. It was too funny."

"Remember how we used to argue about how often you scheduled Sunny in my show? Seemed like every day."

"But it was always in different hours," she shot back. "And those times I answered the request line for you, listeners almost always asked for it."

"I thought about kissing you so often," I confessed.

"Yeah, me too," she said, "Every time I was next to you when you went on the air, making an adjustment to your playlist. We're ridiculous!"

We lay like that a while longer, remembering things that happened over the years, like we had all the time in the world. As we laughed about something else, I realized I'm hardening inside her again.

So does she, as she grinned widely. "Oh. Well. Hello again."

She clenched around me. "Was it the intern story that did it? Or thinking about how much you loved that Bobby Hebb song?"

This is turning into one of the best afternoons of my life, I thought. Before I could answer, Elena started bouncing beneath me. "No points for lasting," she announced. "Just fuck me like we're both going to get in trouble if anyone finds out."

This round is faster, sweatier, full of moans and the occasional "shit--!" We didn't slow down. We crossed the finish line together.

We stayed quiet for a bit, maybe even dozing a little. Then Elena reached for my stiffening cock once more.

"I cleared the whole day," she said softly. "Just in case. Stupid, maybe. But I wanted the time if you wanted it."

We stayed like that for a while, moving slowly, kissing more than fucking as the sadness started to grow. The joking had stopped for now. We didn't talk much at all. We just moved with each other, until I came once more, almost doing us in, me at least. Elena hadn't just been unfaithful to anyone.

Later, we dressed unhurriedly, passing articles of clothing to each other. Elena passed me her panties, and said, "I dare you."

I took her up on it. She laughed at how my balls spilled out from the sides.

When we were both dressed, she straightened my collar, like she used to do at work. Her smile was sad. "That was good," she said, matter-of-factly. "I'm glad I didn't make you leave."

"I wouldn't have wanted to miss this."

She kissed me again. "I'm really glad you stayed. Drive safe, Stevie."

I smiled as I walked to my car. I turned around for one last look. Elena was still standing in the doorway. She didn't wave. Neither did I.

Then she smiled, that familiar smile I'd come to know so well. For a moment, it was just another afternoon, and we'd see each other again tomorrow at the station.

She stepped inside and closed the door.

I sat in the car for a minute before starting the engine.

On the drive home, I turned on the radio, then turned it off again.

I wanted to remember her voice.