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.
Shower Games...at another level...
It was an unusually hot Saturday afternoon in April. I was cooling off in a noisy lunch shop with three of my friends after having just completed a 40 mile bike ride. I didn't hear it ring, but I felt my phone vibrate in my jersey back pocket. It was Pam.
I stepped outside so I could hear.
"Hey Pam. What's up?"
"Did you finish your ride? How was it?"
"Just did. It was good. Being as hot as it is, we probably shouldn't have done 40 miles, but it's all good now. We're just getting a cold drink and some lunch at Burger Pit."
"Well, Jennifer and I finished up that wedding party about a hour ago. It went quicker that I thought, so I'm home now. Just doing some cleaning and laundry. Maybe you want to join me?"
"Love to, but it'll be awhile. I have to go home, shower and get changed. Right now I'm pretty smelly."
"You can shower here and I'll throw your stuff in the wash. We can make the rest of the day one of my "naked days" while your clothes are drying, if you'd like?", Pam replied with that coyly sexy voice she uses when she's trying to persuade me.
"We can put your bike on my car rack and I can drive you home later. Finish your lunch then ride on over," she adds.
"Sounds good. I'll be there in about an hour," I reply.
I pull up and place my bike on the bike rack mounted to the trunk of Pam's car. No need to lock it up as her place is down a long driveway off the street. I can hear the radio playing as I open the door and enter, my cleated shoes sliding a bit on her hardwood floor.
"Pam, I'm here," I call out, not seeing her in the main room.
"I'm back in the laundry area," she answers.
I walk back and am greeted by Pam's fantastic naked butt, as she's bent over unloading the front load washer. She reaches up and places the clothes into the top stacked dryer before turning around to greet me.
"Hey hon. Whew! You do stink. Get that stuff off and toss it into the washer," she says as she grabs the bottom of my jersey and starts to lift it over my head.
"Careful, my phone is in the back pocket," I warn her.
Retrieving it, she places it on the folding table and picks up the detergent bottle and begins to measure some out.
"I see you started "naked day" without me," I quip as I'm now on the floor removing my cycle shoes and socks. I stand and pull down my cycling shorts and toss them and my socks into the washer.
Pam smiles, bends down, pours the Tide into the washer, closes the door and turns it on. Straightening up she retorts, "I'll have you know I was naked when I called you."
Looking at my currently shriveled penis she smartly remarks, " I don't ever think I've seem your dick that small, even after you've came."
In my best George Constanza defense I reply, "Well, that's what four and a half hours cramped up in Lycra in 80 degree heat and being very dehydrated will do to a man."
Pam laughs, smacks me lightly on my dick and takes my hand and leads me to the shower.
"Okay, here's the deal buddy," Pam starts.
"We're can shower together, fool around a little bit, just touchy feely, but nothing serious. Then, while I'm shaving around my lady bits, I'm gonna have you play a game called Pam Says. It's like Simon says, only there is no Simon."
"Sounds like fun. I'm game."
We get ourselves under the warm water. Pam takes a bottle of shower gel, squirts a generous amount in her hand and starts to lather me up. Her hands swirling and rubbing the suds all over my head, face, chest, arms and groin. She stoops down and before doing my cock and balls, she takes my whole shriveled package into her mouth and sucks on it. My cock immediately starts to swell. She removes her mouth, lathers up my crotch, then works her hands down my thighs and legs.
"Luckily I have a big crooked mouth. How'd that feel?," she whispers.
Glancing at my now semi-erect cock I state,"All indications point to wonderful."
She laughs, turns me around, squirts more gel on my back, and starts again the wax on...wax off technique. First my shoulders and neck, then my back, my waist, then my ass, letting her fingers slip along the crack before reaching between my thighs and grabbing my dick and balls, fondling them for a bit, then stooping again to do my quads and legs.
She stands, slaps my ass hard and says,"Now my turn. Do me."
I mimic her technique, soaping her down, starting with her hair and working my way south. When I get to her breasts and nipples, I must have paused there too long, for she pushes my hands down onto her stomach. I slide my hands over her hips, then between her thighs, spreading her legs open just a bit, before reaching up and rubbing her pussy. Pam allows me to linger here longer than I was allowed to on her nipples, before gently sliding my hand further down. I kneel down and massage her thighs and legs with the slick suds, before standing and kissing her.
"And how does that feel?" I ask.
Pam just pleasurably moans.
I turn her around, squirt the gel on her shoulders and begin again. Ears, neck, shoulders, arms, back. I let my hands slip around her chest and just tweak her nipples before sliding down to her waist and ass.
Now it's my turn to glide my hands between her cheeks. I spread them apart, then ease my fingers down her crack, stopping to rub her anus, then over and between her labia and then back to her anus where I press a little harder, then back to her waist.
Pam moans again as her knees slightly buckle. She shakes her head, exhales, then locks her knees and straightens up.
I kiss her ear before stooping to finish her thighs and legs. I stand up and Pam, with her back still towards me says, "I wish you could wash me every day."
"That might just happen," I reply, hinting at my hoped intentions.
Pam turns and smiles. She picks up the handheld shower and rinses off. I do the same under the rain head.
She grabs her shaving gel and razor and sits on the shower bench, placing one foot on the floor and the other up on the bench, spreading her legs wide.
"Alright, here's how the game goes. While I'm busy on my maintenance, you're gonna soap up your chest, your cock and your balls and stand there and play with your nipples. I'll then tell you what I want to see you do saying first "Pam says." If I tell you something without saying "Pam says," and you do it, then there's a little punishment. Avoid three mistakes and receive a little reward. Game?"
"I'm game," and begin to soap up.
Pam lathers her crotch and begins shaving.
"Pam says, keep playing with your nipples unless told otherwise."
I begin slowly rubbing my thumbs across them.
"Pam says, stroke your cock 5 times slowly then stop."
I reach down and stroke myself 5 times and return my hand to my nipple.
"Pam says, play with your balls till you're told to stop."
I reach down and start fondling them.
"Okay, stop."
