These are our stories, embellished, but true. The initial seven Pam & Zach stories are 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 did my best to make each episode stand alone.
Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually somewhat happened.
Future Pam & Zach escapades will follow. But rather than a series, they will be individual events, not necessarily in chronological order, that took place over the ensuing years of our relationship.
Skinny-Dippity Do Dah.....
Zach:
We had been invited by Pam's brother, Will, to spend the weekend at a cabin he and his wife Pat had rented on a lake in the Poconos. It was a modest place, two bedrooms, single bath, with a fireplace and a pullout couch in the living/dining/kitchen area.
The problem was that with Will and Pat in one bedroom, their two eighteen year old twin girls, Kim and Amy in the other and Pam's other brother, Divorced Ken, occupying the pullout sleeper sofa, we would have to either sleep on the floor of the main room or pitch a tent in the yard outside.
We decided to take our tent. The forecast for the weekend was perfect. Hot and sunny during the day, warm but humid at night and not a drop of rain in sight.
Besides, who would want to give up their privacy to sleep on the floor in the main living area with everyone wandering around to either the bath or kitchen in the middle of the night or early in the morning? We are both used to staying up late, whereas the others, we know from that Thanksgiving weekend, tend to turn in early.
We were the last to arrive, as planned. That way, everything was already moved in and set up.
After saying our hellos, we grabbed the tent and sleeping bags from the van and found a nice flat area to set it up behind the cabin. We could be far enough away from the cabin to afford privacy, we had a great view of the lake and there was a path that led down to a small boat dock. On the dock I could see a canoe and a couple of foam float rafts. About 50 yards from the shore was another larger anchored raft with a ladder and a sliding board.
"Oh, looky, looky!" Pam said excitedly.
"There's even an outdoor shower."
The wink of her eye told me all I needed to know about what she was thinking.
"Whatta you say, after we set the tent up, we grab a bite, then change into our suits and take a dip?" I offered.
"Sounds good."
The tent took no time to get situated and soon we were sharing the dining table with the rest. We had picked up hoagies and drinks from Wawa for all on our way up, figuring everyone would be anxious to hit the lake as soon as possible.
I hadn't seen what Pam had packed, so I was a little surprised when she emerged from the bathroom wearing the tight sports bra top and shorts she uses when competing in triathlons. I had hoped for one of her bikinis.
Passing her in the hall, I whispered, "Playing it modest?"
"Well, only because it's family. Besides I don't want my top coming off if we get to horsing around in the water."
After I changed, we grabbed two towels from our bags and headed down to the lake.
Kim and Amy were already there sunning themselves, having swum out to the anchored raft. Divorced Ken was lounging in one of the plastic Adirondack chairs on the boat dock, beer in hand.
"Let's try out the canoe," Pam suggested.
"Have you ever canoed before?" I asked.
"Nope. But how hard can it be?"
"It's actually pretty easy. I've done it a few times. Do you want front or back?"
"You know I love it when you're behind me," Pam retorted, flipping her hip in my direction.
I think Ken was deep in another world, as he didn't react to Pam's remark.
"Put a vest on and hop in. I'll hold it steady," I stated. "And grab the sunscreen."
"You do realize I sometimes swim half a mile at a triathlon, right?"
"I know that, but the odds of getting a hit on the head from a paddle at a triathlon is rather slim. Just humor me, okay?"
Pam mockingly bowed down to me then grabbed the sunscreen, a vest and a paddle and stepped in and onto the front seat. I tossed a vest and paddle in, settled on the seat behind her and pushed off from the dock.
We both put on the vests and began to make our way out towards the floating raft, wanting to acknowledge the girls before heading out further on the lake.
Gliding up beside them, we couldn't help but notice that they both were wearing rather skimpy bikinis. Pam turned her head back toward me and seeing my eyebrows raised, smiled and said, "Push your eyes back in and put your tongue in your mouth, you pervert."
"Don't burn on the first day girls," Pam advised.
Kim lifted her head, shading her eyes.
"Oh we won't, Aunt Pam. We're slathered up pretty good."
Floating by at eye level, I could verify that, their nubile bodies glistening in the sun.
As we got further away, Pam remarked, "I know they're both nice girls, but seeing them in those bikinis, I fear Will and Pat may have their hands full."
"I'll bet the same was said about you at that age."
"I doubt it. I wasn't then nor am I now built like those two."
She had a point. Though not tall, both girls were attractive and had bodies that would draw attention even dressed in sweats.
Being a nice summer day, the lake was quite busy with jet skis, party boats and speedboats pulling inner tubes, relegating us to staying close to the shore.
Pam put her paddle aside and started putting on sunscreen.
"If we were staying for more than two days, I would have needed a skimpier suit, so my tan wouldn't look weird. I wish we could have found a more secluded spot so we could sun au naturel."
"That would have been nice," I responded, picturing Pam laying out naked on that anchored raft.
The boating activity on the lake was getting to be a bit too much, so we turned the canoe around and headed back to the cove and the cabin.
When we reached the floating raft, I could see that the girls had flipped over onto their stomachs and had untied the tops of their suits. With the bottoms being thong-like, my first visual inclination was that they appeared to be naked, as all I saw were four mounds of glorious glistening flesh and bare backs all the way up to their necks, my eyes obviously missing the thin strips of material around their waists.
Pam, seeing me staring, took her paddle and splashed me back to reality.
We tied the canoe up and grabbed the foam rafts, just as Will and Pat were settling into chairs on the dock. Wanting some privacy to talk, we floated around to a spot where the anchored raft blocked any view of us from the boat dock.
Around the cove there appeared to be four or five other occupied cabins, but none real close to each other. This area was nice and secluded. We held hands as we drifted on our backs on the floats.
I asked Pam, "Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?"
"Sure. On one of the cross country team trips. The motel where we were staying had a pool and several of us snuck out of the rooms, got naked and went in. It was really late."
"Did you get caught?"
"Not by our coach. But I saw some guy looking out of a window in one of the other rooms. Couldn't tell if he was jerking off or not, but in my mind I was hoping so. How about you? Ever skinny-dipped?"
"I have. A previous relationship."
"Sooo. Tell me more."
"We were at the shore. Late at night of course. We went down to the dunes by the boardwalk to fool around. That part was super exciting, being naked and fucking with people walking on the boards so close by. But let me say, while having sex on a sand dune may sound romantic, that grit gets in everywhere. We ended up sprinting down to the water just to wash it off and out of places it should never be."
"I'd of paid good money to see that," Pam said laughing. "Maybe tonight we can give it a try, after everyone turns in?"
"Count me in."
Unaware that we were near them, we saw Kim sit up and turn her back to where her parents were. Before she could retie her top, we both got a glimpse of her ample tits. We stayed extremely quiet so as not to embarrass her.
Pam raised her eyebrows, her mouth wipe open and mouthed silently to me, "Oh my God!" and squeezed my hand.
