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.
There's no actual sex in this one, just a great deal of sexual conversation.
Automobile audible eroticism...
We wanted to leave Pam's brother's early, to avoid the Black Friday traffic. All the snow was gone, but today was still cold, even though the sun was finally out.
As I was loading our bags into the car, Pam ran back into the house, as if she had forgotten something. Moments later, as I was turning on the defroster and the heated seats, she climbs into the passenger seat.
"Did you forget something?", I asked.
"As a matter of fact I did."
She then reaches into her jacket pocket, pulls out and then holds up for me to see, a pair of light blue panties. She turns and tosses them into the back seat, then buckles her seatbelt.
She grins and says, "I just thought I'd give you something to think about for the next four hours."
For most of the first half hour we talked about her family dynamics that were on display, both good and bad. We laughed at some of what we got away with as well.
Pam turned sideways in her seat toward me and asked, "Do you find it interesting that as relatively simple as sex is, that there are so many different ways people do it?"
"Do you mean, like, different positions or do you mean, like, two people doing the same thing but in different ways?"
"Same thing in different ways."
"I guess people do things differently because, well, first, each person is unique and secondly, how one gives pleasure, I think, is a personal response as to how they, themselves, enjoy getting pleased."
"Hmmmm?""
"Okay. Here's an example. I once was involved with two girls, one right after the other. The first one wasn't crazy about giving head, so she would only let her mouth touch my dick when it was fully erect and she would never let me cum in her mouth. The second girl loved giving head so much that she would take my flaccid dick in her mouth and keep it there as it grew to its, what I would say, modest length. She said she liked to feel it growing, like a testament to her skills. I'm not saying, however, that she wouldn't suck it if she came upon it already hard. She just loved blowjobs and always let me cum in her mouth."
Pam rolled her eyes, then said,"First of all, now you're just begging for a compliment. Your dick is a fine size. Maybe just a tiny bit above average, as if you'll ever admit that you've measured it. Secondly, I hadn't thought of that second technique. I might just give that a try sometime, but, so far I've yet to see your prick not at least semi-hard when I'm around you."
"Now who's the one begging for compliments?"
That made her laugh.
"But I can relate. You'd be surprised how many different techniques guys have used when going down on me. A couple were alright, but most felt like they learned it watching Porky's movies. And that's not including a couple who flat out refused. Those two never had a second chance. I dumped their asses."
That made me laugh.
Minutes later, Pam turned again and asked, "Can we go to your place rather than mine? I haven't seen it yet. And we've got my toiletries and clothes with us."
"Sure, but I want to warn you I'm in the middle of some remodeling."
"Do I have to use an outhouse?"
"Is that a deal breaker? Just kidding. I redid the bath a couple of years ago. I'm in the midst of redoing the kitchen."
"What type of house is it."
