Pam & Zach

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. They'd be best understood read in order, but I will do my best to make each episode stand alone. Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually happened. No penetrative sex is this one, but there are bits involving nipples and balls.

That's a close shave...Balls in your court...

Walking back to the house, arm-in-arm, I got to thinking about, what I conceived to be, Pam's hair-trigger sexual drive. What I mean is that one moment we could be doing something so innocent as just taking a walk. And then, BOOM!, in the next second I find myself half-naked and getting blown in a public setting, right next to a trail that at any moment someone could come walking or biking by, I had seen tire tracks and footprints in the snow when we first got there. It's like someone just threw on her light switch. Not that I'm complaining. It was fucking thrilling.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you."

"Hmmm,...nice."

And another thing. I've yet to see her truly naked. I mean, in her apartment that night, although we fucked, the bedroom was so dark, all I could make out were shadowy shapes and silhouettes. At least that would be remedied tonight. I hope.

As we walked into the house, Will remarked, "Alright. You're back. Now we can order the pizza."

Pam explained. "We never cook dinner the day before Thanksgiving, 'cause we'll be in the kitchen all day tomorrow. I hope that's okay?"

"If I was home, I'd probably be having pizza both nights, so yeah, that's fine."

Over the next several hours, pizza was eaten, conversations continued, a couple political disagreements arose, tempers cooled down and TV was watched.

A little after 9:00, almost everyone drifted up to their rooms, all having had a long day. Divorced Ken, Pam and I finished watching a movie that ended at 10:00.

Pam elbowed me and whispered,"Ken's gonna be sleeping on this pullout couch tonight, so we should head upstairs."

We got up, helped Ken get the bed out and made up, and said goodnight.

I stopped at the bathroom to relieve myself as Pam went down the hall and into our room. Between the bath and our room were the three other bedrooms.

When I opened the door to our room, Pam was just bending down and pulling off her panties. I thought to myself, "What a great ass." As she rose, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed the top of her head. She covered her chest with her crossed arms. I turned her around to face me.

"I've not yet seen you naked. I've been naked. A lot."

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm a bit embarrassed by my small tits."

I stepped back, keeping my hands on her shoulders and looked at her.

"Pam, you are beautiful. Extremely attractive. I've honestly never been a fan of big breasts. I've always been attracted to lean, athletic, leggy women. Besides, it seems that the larger the boobs, the less sensitive the nipples. And I love, love, love how sensitive, hard and responsive your nipples get. I love how they feel against my fingers and in my mouth. And, besides, look how much money you save not having to buy bras," I said smiling.

She smiled back.

"I know you enjoy the sensations and how aroused you get when your touching yourself. I've seen that "

"I do."

"Then, please, show me how you like them to be touched. I want to make sure I get you just as aroused when I do it."

She uncrossed her arms, put her thumbs and forefingers in her mouth, then lowered them to her breasts. Rubbing her thumbs in circles on the tips and pressing her fingers against the sides, they instantly got longer and harder. Flicking with her thumbs now, then squeezing them, twisting them, then pulling them, she shuttered. My cock was bulging in my pants. She started the pattern again, breathing deeper, then shaking her head. Then she stopped, catching her breath.

"Thank you for that."

I pulled her close and kissed her softly.

As I sat down to take off my shoes, I saw her reach for a cute set of PJs. Short boy pants and a short sleeve button top.

"I wouldn't have thought of you as a pajama type of girl."

"Oh. I'm not. I'm a cotton panty, T shirt type. These are just because we're here with company. I plan on being up early and down in the kitchen helping out in the morning."

"I just wear a pair of running shorts to bed, but while we're here, when walking around, I'll make sure I have a T shirt on."

"We'll, while we're here or anywhere else, when we're sleeping together, it's gonna be in the nude."

I'd never argue with that.

She grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, a razor, shaving gel and a small pair of scissors and headed for the door.

"Wow. You came prepared."

She smiled. "Remember, I'd already seen you naked. Now get undressed, wrap that towel around you, grab your toothbrush and wash rag and meet me in the bathroom."

I did as told and soon found myself tiptoeing down a dark hallway toward the bath. The room next to ours is where the two daughters were sleeping. The next room was occupied by Pam's mom. The final room, next to the bath, was Will and Pat's.

Entering the bath and quietly closing the door, I saw Pam finishing up washing her face.

"Spread the towel on the floor, hand me the wash cloth and take a seat on the edge of the tub. Here's the scissors. While I brush my teeth, start trimming away what you can. Start above your dick first. Oh, and it'll be better if you get yourself excited first. Tightens the balls and makes it easier to move our buddy out of the way."

Never one to miss an opportunity to pleasure myself, I did as directed. By the time I heard Pam rinsing and spitting, I was only about half way done. Holding a sharp piercing object so close to my jewels caused me to be extra careful. Pam turned around, took the scissors from my hand and sat down cross-legged between my legs.

"Let me take a look at your work."

Lifting up and moving my cock from side to side, she could only offer up a, "Tsk, tsk. Let me finish this."

When completed, she soaked the wash cloth with hot water, rang it out and wiped down my dick and placed in on my balls. It felt so good.

"Just like at the barber shop."

"That must be some kinky barber shop," she replied.

Removing the cloth, Pam squirted a generous portion of shaving gel into her hand and started applying it all over me.

"Scoot a bit closer.""

And as I did, she reached back and lathered all the way to my asshole.

"If...and I'm saying if one day I feel like rimming your ass with my tongue, I want it just as bald and smooth."

My cock couldn't get any harder and she felt it.

"My, my. I think I struck a favorable chord."

Taking the razor, she shaved me quick and clean in no time. I was surprisingly impressed with her speed and acumen.

"Wow. You've done this before?"

"Nope. First time. I saw it done one night when I was watching porn. I must have rerun that scene ten times."

My mind comprehended nothing after I heard "Porn".

"Three things to remember."

This girl does like making lists.

"One...Never ever use a dull razor."

"Two...Use a gel with aloe. It keeps your skin moist. That's what I use when I shave myself down there."

"And three...Never apply cologne or aftershave unless you want to jump through the roof."

She gave me a peck on my cock, jumped up, tossed me the wash cloth, rolled up the towel, grabbed her toothbrush and tools of the trade and upon exiting said, "Clean up a bit and brush your teeth, I'll be waiting."

I wiped myself clean, brushed my teeth and then realized Pam had taken my towel. I looked around the bathroom, but there was nothing I could find to cover myself. I opened the door a bit. Conundrum. If I ran down the hall, the combination of my 195lbs and old wood floors would surely wake someone up. If I walked slowly, I run the risk of someone coming out of their room to use the bathroom.

Just then I see our bedroom door open. Pam is standing there naked with the light on, smiling like the Cheshire Cat and holding her arm above her head. In her hand is my towel. She lets go and it falls to the floor at her feet. Placing one hand on her hip, she uses the other to give me the come-hither finger wave.

Modesty be damned. I took off down the hall, holding the wash cloth, speed walking and trying to be as quiet as I could. When I got in the room, Pam was in tears from laughing.

"And what, may I ask, is so funny!"

"You! You're so funny. You look like one of those Olympic walking competitors, only naked and with your dick flopping back and forth."