From the beginning there was a sexual inferno building between the two. Pam met Michael on the Internet and they began exchanging messages, hers were simple and chatty, his were not, but incredibly arousing and erotic letters. There was a connection between the two that would make anyone blush, most of all Pam. It was as if any fantasy or taboo sheâd ever allowed in her mind, he knew about. She certainly had never thought of most of the things he wrote about that was for sure. He wanted to teach her about the pleasures of the flesh and she wanted to learn, but from him?
They both lived near Boston so meeting seemed not so far fetched. Could she really meet a total stranger especially for what he described in his emails? Ok so they had met at a site that was known for sexual content but she was just seeing what it was all about, she never in a million years thought sheâd ever participate; she was sexually inexperienced and thought that probably wouldnât change. The things he wrote her made her jaw drop but she felt like one of those people that just had to look at a car accident, she couldnât stop corresponding with him. He became like an addiction to her.
To say his emails were hot would be to say it might be cold in the winter in Alaska. Every time Pam opened one she would be so aroused that many times she would not be able to read them without touching herself, she would usually orgasm at least once. She read and reread each one, wondering what the hell she was doing even knowing someone who had those thoughts. Could she actually meet him?
Michaelâs emails set her on fire physically. She was thinking about sex so much she thought she was turning into âŠâŠâŠ what was the word, she couldnât even figure out what she thought of herself. She was thinking if she did met him she would never be the same but wondered if that was a bad thing, she didnât know. She was so intrigued about all the possibilities Michael offered and conflicted too.
It was the email about July 4th festivities that sent Pam over the edge. He described how he would like to celebrate the holiday; he left no detail out. Michael wanted Pam to know exactly what was in his mind, as if she hadnât known before, there was no doubt now. The only question left was would she meet him.
Pam was so troubled that when he called her she was almost scared to even be on the phone with him, he had a way of getting into her mind and she felt defenseless against his words. Michaelâs voice was so rich, she reacted physically each time they spoke and he knew it, he knew how to push every button. He could bring her to her knees so easily and he counted on that. He wanted this to happen, he knew she did but needed to be swayed just a bit. He whispered to her what he wanted to do with her and he heard her breath catch, he knew right then, she would be his.
âDo you feel that Pam? Do you feel my tongue?â Pam heard his rich voice turned husky with desire and she was touching herself.
âMichael, please donât. I canât, I justâŠ.â Pam wanted her voice to be stronger but it wasnât.
âFeel it Pam, feel it on your clit. I have a finger inside you, sliding in so easily, now two. Baby you feel so good, I canât wait to taste you. Iâm flicking my tongue over your clit and sucking it into my mouth. Yea baby, thatâs right feel it.â Michael knew he was getting to her and he knew by the time they hung up the phone she would agree to meet him too.
âOh god Michael, yes! I feel you. I feel you so much, oh fuck Michael. MmmmmmâŠ.â Even though she tried to resist she couldnât, she was fully aroused.
âYes baby I know you do, I want you to feel me. I want you to feel good. Iâm sliding my fingers in and out, fucking your pussy, sucking your clit harder. Feeling your hips thrusting up. Yea babe, like that. Feel me right there, sliding my mouth down to drink your juices.â Michael didnât let up on her, he listened to her moans and pants and kept talking. He heard it in her voice when she was about to explode, he urged her on.
âFeed me baby, Iâm so hungry. Feed me, listen to me slurping up your juice. Give me more, I want more babe.â Michael brought Pam to climax more than a few times during that phone call and he was right, by the end she agreed to meet him.
âDarling you wonât regret it, I promise. It will be beautiful and loving.â Michael said all the right things and Pam listened to her body not her head when she agreed to meet him.
Michael made all the arrangements for their meeting and left nothing to chance. He booked a special suite at the Royal Sonesta in Cambridge. They would have their own private view of the fireworks over the Charles River after The Boston Pops Orchestra played on the Esplanade. The Artist and New England Suite provided beautiful scenery and the lights of Boston twinkled just as Pamâs eyes did when he escorted her into their suite for the weekend.
It was lovely, the Italian furniture and contemporary artwork gave the suite a modern décor unlike any in the city. There were custom Tibetan rugs, remote-controlled drapes and marble bathrooms with every amenity one could ever want. There was a dining room with the table set for dinner for two, complete with flowers and candles. The Bose CD/Radio was filling the rooms with soft jazz sounds. Nothing was left out, Michael had thought of everything and Pam was overwhelmed with the setting. Her nerves were still jumpy and as she looked out over the river Michael pour some champagne.
Michael gave Pam a soft kiss before handing her a glass of champagne. The two looked out over the river at the thousands upon thousands gathered on the Esplanade and the hundreds of boats anchored for the festivities. He remarked about the many boats that you could walk across the river without getting wet but Pam didnât hear a word, she was just so nervous. She was about to say she couldnât go through with the weekend when Michael took her hand in his, gently caressing hers with his thumb.
âPam, if you want to leave you can, but I donât want you to. What can I do to help you relax?â He searched her face and saw her eyes mist over. âWhat is it baby, what is wrong?â He instinctively pulled her into his arms.
âNothing, well everything Michael. I donât know what I am doing here. Iâve never, ever done anything like this in my life. I am shocked and scared but I donât want to disappoint you or offend you in anyway. Iâm so sorry.â Pamâs voice was weakening with each word.
âSweetheart, please donât feel scared. I know we, well I really pushed this and wonât deny that I want to make love to you. But if it isnât now I will wait for you. I may have started off just wanting sex but it is so much more than that now, please believe me Pam. We can just enjoy the celebrations, have a wonderful dinner and relax together, no pressure okay?â
The sincerity in his words and voice helped to ease Pamâs fears. The tension in her body was noticeably reduced. He even heard her give a long sigh. Michael caressed her back and then held her hand; he wanted her to stay. Pam took her champagne and drained the flute; she turned to Michael asking for another glass. He laughed and she giggled too but said she still wanted another.
âHere you go sweetheart, just sip this one okay?â Michael teased her as he handed her the glass.
âI need to relax Michael but yes I will sip this one. I donât want to get drunk and have you take advantage of me.â She teased him right back and moved to the living room area of the suite and sat on the love seat.
âCan I get you anything else right now? What ever you want I will get, just name it.â Michael wanted to please her more than he thought. She shook her head no and he took a seat next to her placing her hand in his again.
He was falling for her, even though he had sworn off getting involved with a woman again. In many ways they were very much alike, they both had their hurts and scars from the past. He had only wanted a physical relationship but that changed as soon as their eyes met that day.
Pam was glad she had taken a seat; she suddenly felt a rush from guzzling the champagne. When she hiccupped she gave an embarrassed laugh and Michael acted indignant with a fake shocked look.
âWell I never! And you call yourself a lady.â He let out a big laugh with his words.
Pam blushed and lowed her head in mock embarrassment and when Michael took her chin in his hand and turned her towards him, he saw her blush again and then kissed her. Not the soft kiss of a few moments before but the kind of kiss that lingered and begged for more. More is what they both wanted too.
He moved his mouth over hers again, his lips parted as he kissed her deeper, opening her mouth with his tongue. She was hesitant for only a moment then her mouth opened to his and her tongue joined his and they explored each otherâs mouth. She let out a moan and pressed harder to his mouth, Michael slid himself sideways and pulled her into an embrace kissing her all the while.
Pam broke the kiss and moved herself into his arms even more and Michael gladly held her closer. The two sat in their embrace and gazed out the window as the sky took on the pinks and purples of a glorious summer sunset. As darkness grew Michael mentioned dinner and the two headed for the dinning room where the table was set for a romantic dinner. They decided on appetizers of pan seared crab cakes and risotto with heirloom tomatoes and dinner of slow roasted Maine lobster for him and grilled center cut filet mignon for her followed by ice cream sundaes for dessert.
While they waited for their meal he turned on some jazz he had asked to be in the music library of the suite. Pam was feeling in a dream and when Michael approached her for a dance she knew she was falling for him, the way he held her made her feel so womanly and wanted. Their dances were long, slow and sensual. Michael whisper into her ear and she purred and held on tighter as he danced her around the suite.