These are our stories, embellished, but true. Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually somewhat happened.
Just two short stories, neither long enough to be a separate tale, but events we wanted to relate to you.
(1) Sunday, Sweaty Sunday...
We had wanted to get a new utility shed for the back yard, so one summer Sunday after breakfast, we started our search. I could easily have built one, but because I work on houses all week, Pam suggested I shound treat myself and get one either prebuilt or a prefab kit.
The first place we stopped was at a nearby Amish market where they had at least twenty-five different style samples already constructed. They ranged from a tiny garden tool type shed to ones big enough that you could convert to living quarters or a garage.
Walking the lot, although they were very nicely done, we soon determined that one the size I wanted was just a bit beyond our budget.
The next stop was at a Lowes Home Center. We were disappointed in the small selection they offered. They only had prefab kits, and while there were samples erected at a spot on the parking lot near the store, most were locked preventing us from seeing the interiors.
"Zach, I'm pretty hot and thirsty and you can see how sweaty I am. Just look."
I could see beads of sweat on her arms and forehead and rivulets running down Pam's neck, trickling over her upper chest and under her tank top. She had her hair pinned up off her neck, yet still the ends were dripping.
Even with all that going on, I still found her sexy. Maybe it was the way the sweat was giving her tank top an almost a wet T shirt look. If you looked hard enough you could just start to see the darkness of her nipples.
"Can we stop and get something to cool us down?"
"Sure Hon. I believe there's an ice cream stand down a bit on the other side of the road. Let's get you cooled off."
Needless to say, on a day like it was, there was quite a line. Standing so close to cool relief, yet having to wait so long unshaded, was disheartening. Finally, our turn came at the window. We ordered. Pam got a extra large creamsicle soft serve and I got a milkshake, along with two glasses of ice water. We found a seat in the adjacent covered patio, as close to the barely effective air conditioning unit as we could.
Call me crazy, but I found watching Pam's tongue lap at the rapidly melting ice cream, licking around the edge to keep it from running down onto her hand, quite arousing. Add to this the effect that the little breeze we got from the A/C was perking up Pam's nipples.
"I must say. Seeing you there, in all your natural form, enjoying that treat, has got me a bit excited."
"Your nuts!" she replied. "Right now I'm quite the sight I'm sure."
Just then, a blob of soft serve dropped off the cone and landed on the front of her shirt. Pam swooped it up with her finger and quickly putting it to her mouth, licked and sucked it sensually as she stared at me, smiling with her eyes.
"How that's? Did that make you hard?" she joked.
It kinda did.
Washing the ice cream down with the ice water finally got us cooled.
"How much longer? Pam asked.
"Just one more place. Home Depot down the road."
At Home Depot, the sheds, like at Lowes, were all assembled samples of prefab kits. But they had many more styles displayed. They were located at the far end of the parking lot.
If you've never been to a big home center store in the summer, let me describe the situation.
They have massive amounts of bagged garden mulch on pallets that are stacked so high and in such a way that creates a sort of drive through valley. You pay the cashier at the front, then get in your vehicle and get in the line that winds around the parking lot and through the valley of mulch pallets until you reach the front. There, you present your receipt, open your trunk or tailgate and a team of employees will load your purchase for you.
The shed display was at the very end of the lot, next to the final turn of the mulch valley.
We parked as near as we could, avoiding blocking the line of vehicles waiting for their mulch.
Walking up, we found all were unlocked.
"This is better. Now we can see the insides," Pam exclaimed.
I saw one that looked like the right size, design and price.
"Here Pam. Let's check this one out."
I opened the door and you could feel the pent up heat rush out.
"It's really hot inside. Are you sure you want to go in?" I asked Pam.
"Hell yeah. I'm already soaked. What's the difference?"
As she scurried in, slipping in front of me, I gave her backside a not so subtle grab.
The shed had a dual door with three small windows across the top. There was also a window on the front wall, a vaulted ceiling height of about ten feet, studded walls and a plywood floor.
Taking advantage of the situation, I took Pam's hand and spun her around to face me. I started kissing her, my hands on her ass and tits.
Surprisingly, she did not resist. Pam must have sensed my intentions. She then leaned back, reached down and began rubbing my erection through my pants.
"So, me dripping wet in a dark shed with loads of people in cars nearby. Is that your idea of a great place to get frisky?"
I could see in her eyes that it excited her too.
"It is today," I answered.
"So do it then. I double dog dare you," she replied.
I didn't hesitate.
I grasped the bottom front of her tank top and lifted it over her head, leaving it wrapped behind her neck and around her arms. As my mouth found her nipples, my hands were busy unbuttoning her shorts. They dropped to her ankles. My fingertips found the sweat soaked panties clinging to her hips and yanked them to her knees.
Pam was laughing, enjoying the whole ordeal.
I went to kiss her, but she dropped to one knee and started undoing my shorts, tearing at the button and yanking the zipper down. Once free, they and my boxers were pulled to the floor, my now erect clock popping out. Pam's lips found it as she placed her hands on my ass and began to fuck her face.
One, two, three, four, five, six times she slid me deep into and out of her mouth before standing up, her hand now stroking my cock. She locked eyes with me and a big grin filled her face.
"I'm gonna turn around and bend over with my hands on the wall and you better be ready to be inside me when I do."
I was shocked at the turn of events. I thought this had been my idea. Not that I'm complaining.
Pam did exactly what she said she would. I rushed up behind her, took my cock in hand and guided into her swollen pussy.
"How are you so wet?" I asked as I began fucking her.
Pam turned her head back to me, saying,
"I almost attacked you at the Amish place, but there wasn't anyone else around to make it thrilling. Now fuck me hard!"
I did just that.
My hips thrust forward, hard and fast as Pam met every push from me with one of her own. Out of the corner of my eye through the window, I could see people in cars creeping by, awaiting their turn to get mulch, oblivious to the hedonism taking place inside the shed. The smell of sex outdone by the sound of balls, hips and ass slapping together.
Less than a minute later, I was done. My cock spewing hot streams of cum deep into Pam. I held my crotch tight to her backside until the pulsing subsided.
We were both spent and sweating profusely.
Pam started laughing again.
"What's so funny?" I asked
"That's the first time ever that I wanted you finish quickly," she confessed.
