All of my stories are true. You can believe that or not. The initial seven Pam & Zach stories are in chronological order so that you can get a sense of how the sexual relationship between Pam and myself progressed. They'd be best understood read in order, but I did my best to make each episode stand alone. Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually happened.
If you enjoyed the 7 part series, stay tuned, as future Pam and Zach escapades will follow. But rather than a series, they will be individual events, not necessarily in chronological order, that happened over the ensuing years of our relationship.
Mirror, Mirror ....
I got a call from Pam one Friday, a bit before 6:00PM, asking if I wanted to stop by her mom's hair salon, where she worked.
"I'll be done my last customer by 6:15 and I have to lock up tonight. Jennifer and Charlene won't be through until around 7:00. Why don't you come and keep me company? I'll even throw in a free wash and trim."
I'd never turn down that kind of free offer, besides, I haven't been to the salon yet. I was curious to she where she worked.
"I'd love to. I could use a touch up. See you in a bit."
As I walked in the door, my eyes scanned the surroundings. To my right, by the window, was a waiting area with a comfortable looking leather couch and two chairs, a small table, a coffee bar and a wall mounted TV. Along the left side wall were four stations. Charlene was at the first and Jennifer at the second. Each had a client. The third was unoccupied and Pam was at the far end, sitting in her chair waiting.
Each station had a salon chair facing the mirror lined wall. Behind the waiting area half wall, on the right side, were two hair washing stations shielded by a partial privacy wall. Each had the normal backward chair and sink setup you'd find in any salon. Along the back wall was a door, which I suspect, led to Pam's mom's house. There was also what looked like a storage closet on the left and a large display shelf holding numerous hair care products to the right. Well lit and bright. It even had a nice chandelier hanging in the middle. Every aspect of it screamed high end.
Pam spun around after seeing me in the mirror.
"We'll there he is. Hang up your jacket and come on back."
I put my jacket on the coat rack and said hello to the other girls as I walked passed.
"Really nice place you have here," I said just as I leaned over to give her a kiss.
Pam looked so attractive in her short-sleeved button front white shirt and her black wrap around skirt. Charlene and Jennifer were dressed the same.
"Thanks, my mom tries to keep it updated and fresh. Helps to attract a younger and shall we say chic clientele. Step on over and let me wash your hair."
I sat down and rested my head over the sink and closed my eyes. Pam turned the water on to get it warm, wet my hair, then applied the shampoo. Just the act of her running her fingers through my hair, her perfumed scent combined with her leaning over me, her breasts just inches from my face, had me erect in seconds. Pam couldn't help but notice.
"Oh my. What have we here?", Pam whispered in my ear.
She stop and dried her hands, then changed sides, so as to obscure us from the rest of the salon. With her left hand, she began running it up and down the length of my erection over my pants. Her right hand continued shampooing.
Leaning in close, she murmured, "I love seeing all the different ways that I affect you. I hope there's nothing under those pants but your prick."
With that, she takes both her hands and finishes rinsing the shampoo from my hair. She takes a towel and starts to dry off the excess water then takes my hand and leads me to her chair.
Pam covers me with the stylist's cape, lowers the chair to the right height and locks it in place. I smile at her in the mirror as she begins combing and snipping my hair. I look over and see that Charlene and Jennifer are still both busy.
"I like the length of your hair so I'm just gonna trim the dead ends off and shape it up a bit. Is that okay?", Pam asks, looking at me in the mirror.
"That sounds perfect."
Taking her time, she moves slowly. Running the comb through, then using her fingers to hold a section and then precisely snipping the ends off. When she is on my left side, she leans down and into my ear says,"I want you to undo your pants, pull them down a bit and jerk off. I'll stay on this side until you start. Oh. And don't cum."
As she straightens up, I look at her in the mirror. She is mouthing, "Do it!"
I undo my pants, lift my hips slightly and slide them down until my cock is free from the zipper. I lift my knees a bit to raise the cape so my stroking won't be obvious. I look to my left at the other chairs. Everyone is still busy. I look back at Pam in the mirror. She's just slightly nodding her head and smiling. I begin to stroke my cock.
Pam moves over to my right side and continues cutting, but then starts a conversation with Charlene and Jennifer, causing them to pause and look down towards us. I can feel my cock getting even harder knowing Pam is not blocking their view. She tells me, "Don't stop," all while still conversing with the two of them.
Then Pam asks me if I want her to trim up my beard a bit.
"If you like, but I was wondering if you would prefer me clean shaven? I've had the beard for a long time and like it. Just wondering what you thought?"
"I love your beard. Just heed this warning though. If you do shave it off you'll have to be clean shaven every time we're together. There will be no three day stubble down between MY thighs. If you want to know what that feels like, take some sandpaper and rub your dick and balls and then get back to me."
