These are our stories, embellished, but true. The initial seven Pam & Zach stories are in chronological order so that you can get a sense of how the sexual relationship between the two of us progressed. They'd be best understood read in order, but we did my best to make each episode stand alone.
Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually somewhat happened.
Future Pam & Zach escapades will follow. But rather than a series, they will be individual events, not necessarily in chronological order, that took place over the ensuing years of our relationship.
Happy Birthday to Three...
Zach:
My birthday that year was on a Thursday, so Pam decided she wanted to celebrate it on the following Saturday, treating me to dinner, a movie and then birthday sex. She hinted she had a little something special in mind for the sex part and she also choose the restaurant and movie.
When I got home from mountain biking, I saw that Pam had laid out on the bed what she wanted me to wear. Dress pants, belt, dress shirt, boxers, socks and shoes. That was highly unusual, but I went along with it, not wanting to spoil whatever she had planned. She had laid out for herself a pair of lace panties, shoes, a silk choker collar with a heart loop and one of my favorite dresses that she owned. A low cut, short, black silky number than accentuated her figure. Besides, the restaurant she'd made reservations at was a little more upscale than our normal places, so this attire was appropriate.
When Pam came home from her run, she was on her phone, talking quietly until she spotted me. She promptly hung up.
"Hey Babe! All set for a fun exciting evening?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am, I am. How about you?"
"Oh, I've been looking forward to this all week. But we gotta shake a leg. Reservations are for 6:30PM."
"Why so early?" I replied.
"Well, I made them early because the movie starts at 8:15 and ends around 9:30, which then leaves me plenty of time later for your present, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean?"
I knew exactly what she meant. Or so I thought.
We both showered and got dressed. She looked so elegant and gorgeous and even though I looked pretty good, I must say, I still felt privileged just to be in her company.
We drove over the bridge to South Philly, parked on the street and, entered a small Italian restaurant on the corner. Located in an old house, it was intimate, but chock full of ambiance. Waiters speaking Italian with patrons from the neighborhood and an open kitchen just added to the atmosphere.
We were seated in a corner of a small room with three other tables. There may have been only a total of fifteen tables in the whole place.
"Great choice Pam."
"I thought you'd like it. And the food is fantastic. Happy Birthday Babe," Pam replied as she leaned in and kissed me, her hand under the table finding my cock and squeezing gently.
"And this is just the appetizer."
She continued to reach down over my pants and run her fingers along my cock all during dinner.
When she was done teasing me under the table, I commented, "I'm surprised that you wanted me to wear underwear."
"Don't worry. By the time we get home you won't be. By then they'll be in my purse."
After dinner, we walked a couple blocks away to the theatre. It was one of the old downtown type that had been converted into a tri-screen facility, showing art house type films. This created movie rooms that were small, dark and intimate.
As we walked in, Pam said, "I'll go find our seats. Why don't you just get us something to drink. And when you get back, I want you to hand me your underwear." Then she left with a smile on her face.
Not really surprised by her statement, I took myself to the restroom and entered the handicap stall. Feeling a bit awkward, I sat on the toilet and took off my shoes. I stood up, pulled my pants and boxers down, then stepped out of both. My erection was immediate, making me feel even more awkward.
I pulled my pants back up then sat down and put my shoes back on, stuffing my boxers into my pocket. I went and got us a beverage before entering the room for our film, the lights already turned off and the previews starting. I found Pam over in the corner in the last row.
Handing her my boxers, I stepped past her and sat in the seat up against the wall.
"Now I know why you wanted me to take off my underwear," I quipped.
"Don't get your hopes too high Tiger. I'm not gonna go down on you here. I'm just gonna play with you and keep you aroused. So unbuckle and unzip so the games can begin."
I complied.
While the film seemed interesting, it was hard to keep track of what was happening with Pam running her fingers up and down my cock almost the entire time. When she felt me leaking pre-cum, she'd wipe it up with her thumb and make sure I watched her as she sucked it off.
As the film ended and I put her "toy" away, Pam said, "I hope you enjoyed the entree. Now it's time to go home and get dessert."
I could hardly wait.
On the drive home, Pam insisted that I open my pants again so she could continue playing. Then halfway home she got a text message, which she read and replied back to.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Oh, just my mom. She had a question dealing with the salon. She always has such bad timing," Pam smirked, as she returned to teasing my cock.
As we entered the house, Pam turned and immediately began slowly undressing me. Unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off me, her fingers finding my nipples as she kissed me. Then she undid my belt and zipper, letting my pants fall to the floor. She reached down and began stroking my cock as her mouth started sucking my nipple.
