One neighbor's daughter
Pamela rang our doorbell and Debbie went to let her in. As they walked by me I heard my wife telling Pamela that she was so pleased that she had agreed to feed her sisters two miniature poodles while she and her sister were in Portland for the weekend.
"Gary can't be trusted," she chuckled. "Besides, he has trouble sleeping when I am out of town, so don't be surprised if you find him crashed on our sofa. He says he can't sleep in our bed when I am not there," she laughed. "Poor dear has to take my sleeping pills to sleep when I am gone. Of course he stays up all night on the computer so it's really no surprise he has to take my pills," she laughed.
Pamela was listening intently as my wife droned on and on about this and that. She was attentive but clearly uneasy with social interaction. She blushed frequently and rarely looked Debbie in the eye, choosing to look downward instead.
"If you can feed the two little buggers and maybe play ball with them a little. They love to fetch things. And don't worry about bothering Gary. Like I said, once he takes one of my sleeping pills, you could sit on his face and he wouldn't wake up," she giggled. Pamela blushed bright red at that comment.
"I am serious; they affect him like they affect me. He takes one of those pills and I mean it's lights out baby," she giggled. "So come in here and I will show you where the dog food and everything is," Debbie said as she pointed the way to our kitchen.
I could not get over how Pamela dressed. Baggy old style Bermuda shorts which came down to her knees, socks under her sandals and a baggy sweatshirt easily two sizes too big for her with the sleeves rolled up. Couple all that with large black framed glasses, an overbite, a large nose with her hair pulled tightly back in her standard pony tail.
I was certain she had never been laid, let alone gone on a date of any kind. Being home schooled, it was no wonder she was seriously lacking in social skills. I doubted even awkward Jason, our lawn boy, would be interested. Plus if Pamela ever got a look at Jason's huge cock, she would probably scream and run.
But a deal was a deal. Debbie had gone through with our little test of Pamela's dad Ralph, and gotten a mouthful of thick cum in the process, so I had to live up to my end of the deal and see what would transpire with Pamela.
I was convinced it would not be nearly as exciting a time as my wife had with Ralph.
The two girls came back through where I was sitting watching TV. "So any questions Pamela?" Debbie asked.
"Ah no, I don't think so," came Pamela's timid reply.
"You know Gary, don't you? I mean I am not sure if you two have ever been introduced," Debbie said, prompting me to stand up and extend my hand toward the slightly hunched over red faced Pamela.
"Hi Pamela, it's nice to meet you," I said with a smile.
Pamela feebly shook my hand and mumbled, "Nice to meet you," as she blushed and avoided eye contact. I found myself wondering if my wife and Sherri did a makeover on Pamela, if that would help. I mean her legs looked ok. What I could see of them between the bottoms of her baggy shorts and the tops of her socks. She did have long legs, that much I could tell. I could not tell if she had tits. Between her over sized sweatshirt and her constantly hunching over it was hard to say.
She was not entirely unattractive, even with her overbite. I wondered if she had ever tried contacts so she could lose those black framed glasses. And while her nose was rather large for her face, I have seen larger ones. Perhaps with makeup and some changes to her wardrobe, I wondered.
"Sis is getting a lube, oil and filter on her car and we will leave this afternoon. If you could come over tonight and just feed them, and then tomorrow maybe stick around and play with them a little after you feed them. She feeds them in the morning and in the evening," Debbie explained.
"I can do that," was Pamela's response as she headed toward the door.
That evening I stayed in my downstairs office and could hear Pamela upstairs taking care of the dogs. It sounded like she was tossing a ball around a little for them. After a while it grew silent and I went back upstairs. My plan for Pamela would take place in the morning.
I was up early the next day and placed a half empty glass of water and Debbie's sleeping pills on the table beside the sofa. I also wrote a note telling Pamela that I had taken a sleeping pill at about 8:00 that morning, so she did not have to worry about disturbing me. I scrawled the last part of the note, saying the pill was already starting to work.
I debated about leaving my shorts on or not and finally decided since I normally sleep in the nude to do the same on the sofa. I activated my cameras and pulled the lightweight throw over me.
Trying to decide what to reveal to Pamela when she came in was my next dilemma and after experimenting I ultimately decided to arrange the throw so if she knelt down a little she would be able to see the head of my cock. I figured she would either run away or avoid me or perhaps she just might stare. I doubted she had ever seen one before unless her dad had exposed himself at some time.
Having settled myself, I laid back and waited. Soon, I heard the key in the door. I knew what my wife had gone through with Ralph and found my heart was beating faster, which surprised me.
I had my arm over my eyes, but could see a little under where my arm rested. At a point, I spotted the socks walk closer to me.
She was obviously reading my note. "Gary, ah Gary are you asleep?" she muttered quietly.
I don't think she could see the head of my cock from where she was standing. She could however see my leg outside the blanket and if she was curious at all, she could easily bend over a little and see it.
I saw the socks walking away. I heard the dogs yapping and heard the can opener. Then silence. Soon I saw the socks come back into my narrow view.
"Gary," she said a little louder this time. "Gary are you awake?"
She moved a little and I wondered if she was trying to see under the throw. I just could not be sure. Then I was shocked to feel her hand on my shoulder. She shook me slightly and repeated, "Gary, Gary, are you awake? I am here to feed the dogs," she announced louder than before.
She disappeared for a moment and I was shocked to feel a miniature poodle plopped on my chest. It only stayed for a second before peeling out and jumping down. Soon another poodle or perhaps the same one was dropped in my chest. This one too jumped immediately down. I heard the ball being bounced nearby.
She could have just as easily playing with the dogs in the kitchen area or the dining room or any number of other available rooms, but she chose to play with them where I was sleeping. I began to suspect something just might happen.
After having a poodle dropped on me several more times and hearing Pamela repeatedly ask me if I was awake, I heard her putting the dogs back in their kennel cage.
I waited and soon saw the socks approach. Again, "Gary are you awake," accompanied by her shaking my shoulder forcefully.
