All of my stories are true. You can believe that or not. I will attempt to tell them in chronological order so that you can get a sense of how the sexual relationship between Pam and myself progressed. Only the names have been changed. All the events actually happened.
In the Beginning....
My name is Zach. Pam and I were both in our thirties when we met at a friend-in-common's house warming party in early November. She was a tall (5'11"), thin, amateur triathlete, with long limbs and red hair that fell just above her shoulders. I'm 6'4", lanky, and stay fit by playing basketball, cycling and hitting the gym a couple of times a week.
We seemed to hit it off immediately and spent the next few hours avoiding the mingling, by sitting off to the side and telling each other about ourselves. At the end of the evening, not to be presumptuous, I gave her my phone number and said I really enjoyed the night and would love to see her again.
Pam called me about ten days later. I was thrilled to hear from her. She suggested we could meet on Saturday. There was an outdoor fitness expo at the trade center she wanted to attend. We could spend the day there, then pick up take-out and go back to her place to eat. I was on board with that.
Saturday, around noon, I drove to the trade center, parked and walked into the lobby where she was waiting for me. She had had a friend drop her off. We spent the next four hours touring the event, talking to some of the exhibitors as well as some of her competitive friends. She even stopped and tried on several outfits at a womenswear clothing booth of a brand that she has bought in the past. She looked fantastic in a pair of their cycling bib shorts.
Leaving the event, she took hold of my hand and suggested that we get some Thai food as we walked to the garage.
She lived in an old converted carriage house rental that sat at the back of a property occupied by a late 1800's Victorian home. The owners, her landlords, were friends of her parents. The next several hours were spent eating, talking, sitting close on the couch and watching Netflix. Around 9:00PM, she got up, which I took as a hint that it was time for me to leave. As I started to stand, she asked me to wait a sec, then excused herself and went back into her bedroom. I had my back to her, watching the TV, when she slid up behind me and placed her arms around my chest. I turned to see her. There she stood in a long, black, low-cut nightgown. A big smile across her face.
"Do you like?," she asked.
"How could I not?,"I replied.
The front was cut down almost to her waist. She was small breasted, (about a 34B, I would guess), but I could tell that her nipples were long and hard as they looked like they were trying to cut through the fabric. There was a long slit up the side as well that came almost up to her waist. Her nipples were now not the only thing in the room that was hard.
She leaned in, cradling my face in her hands, and kissed me. As we kissed, she lowered her hands and began unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it open and running her hands over my chest. When her fingers found my nipples she began playing with them, rubbing around and over them, fingers pinching and pulling.
I dropped my hands from her shoulders and, in turn, found where her nipples were poking through the silk gown and returned the feeling. She pushed back a bit and took my hands away.
