Pamela was the kind of woman who held nothing back. If she wanted to say something, she said it, no matter who it upset. For that reason her attitude was deemed by many to be abrupt and even offensive.
It's fair to say she was a widely disliked person, but for those who really knew her, she could be quite the opposite.
Apart from being my sister-in-law, on my wife's side, Pamela was also mother of my teenage niece, Sarah, and wife to brother-in-law, Peter. So like it or not she was present at every family occasion.
Christmas presented her with her biggest opportunity to be more than a little loud and outrageous. I remember she always had a new basque to wear which her husband, Peter, bought her for Christmas. This caused her to complain regularly, she could often be seen adjusting her underwear, muttering about it cutting into her.
All this banter was taken in jest and no serious thought was given, we just classed it as a yearly display of showing off.
On one Christmas occasion, Pamela and her family failed to turn up. This was very unusual, however a quick phone call revealed they had unexpected last minute visitors and wouldn't be able to make it this year, but they would be visiting probably New Year's Eve before party time began.
New Year's Eve came and there was a knock at the door.
It was Pamela, this time on her own.
"Just a flying visit to wish you a happy new year, and hope you had a good Christmas," she blurted out.
"Come on in," I beckoned, opening the door wider.
After paying the taxi, in she strode. I could tell immediately from her rigid appearance she was wearing her basque. Did she really wear it at Christmas as well?
It was around 5pm and Sharon, my wife, was not too pleased at her impromptu arrival. We had plans to celebrate New Year together and this interruption wasn't at all welcome.
"Can I offer you a drink, Pamela?" I asked.
"Yes please," she replied.
I could see sitting down wasn't too easy for her, and I wondered why anyone would wear anything so restrictive?
I asked where her Hubby and Daughter were, to be told that they had gone to a New Years party and wouldn't be back till early morning.
A few drinks later and my wife hinted it might be time to say good-bye to Pamela.
"Could I drive you home?" I offered, seeing as not a single drop of alcohol had passed my lips.
Pamela nodded.
"Make sure you're back before midnight!" Sharon shouted, with a smile.
Sharon knew full well what Pamela was like, and she knew her flirtatious and feisty behavior would be well tested on me. But she also knew nothing would really happen, it was all talk.
Walking out to the car, I noticed a very visible panty line through her denim dress. As we went down the drive I could see her bum cheeks swaying to-and-fro which certainly was well appreciated. It should be noted at this point my panty fetish was well developed and any display of this kind was more than welcome.
Back at her place, just a few miles across town, we parked up and made for her house.
"Have a coffee, or something, before you head back?" she asked.
"OK, but I can't stay too long as I need to get back."
"Rubbish," she replied, "You have to be home by midnight according to Sharon. It's only 7pm so there's no rush."
The kettle was switched on and the coffee served.
Carrying our cups to the living room, we sat down and Pamela switched the TV on. The noise from the TV was welcome as it broke the awkward silence.
I sat on the settee feeling a little intimidated about being alone with Pamela. She had had some alcohol so her inhibitions were quite low. On the other hand, I was completely sober but I was getting a little horny by fact that I was alone with her.
Sitting in the chair opposite, I could occasionally see a little inviting glimpse up her dress. Whether this was intentional, or just the result of the alcohol, I couldn't tell. I was certainly enjoying it though!
After some TV channel searching, the TV was returned to standby.
Pamela came over and sat down beside me on the settee. Her perfume was slight, but evocative. She sat just that little bit closer than would normally be comfortable.
"Well," she said, "We have a couple of hours to kill, is there anything you would like to do - perhaps a board game, cards or something?"
She glanced at my trousers but hopefully didn't notice my growing erection, or did she?
This sent my mind racing. We had always been quite close and I somehow knew that if I asked for something a little saucy, like peeking at her panties, she would probably laugh and give me a flash.
"I don't mind really, what would you like to do?" I asked.
She came back to me quite quickly with "Mm, I don't know. But I quite fancy knowing what you were doing in Sarah's bedroom last Christmas!"
To say I was shocked was an understatement. How did she know? But more so, how do I explain that I was looking for Pamela's panty drawer but went into Sarah's bedroom by mistake.
The story behind this goes back to the previous Christmas eve.
I went to Pamela's to pick up some presents that would be too big for her to bring to my house in a taxi. The presents were upstairs on the landing, so while Pamela was on the phone downstairs, I made my way up.
I could hear Pamela still on the phone so I thought it would be fairly safe to visit her bedroom to check out her undies draw, but I was unaware that the creaking wooden floor boards were tracking my movement downstairs.
"Come on, you can tell me. I think I already know the answer though," she said.
I was in a corner, and she knew it.
The only sensible thing I could do would be to admit the truth, that would at least explain the reason for being in the daughter's room.
"I have a confession to make. I stupidly went into the bedroom thinking it was your bedroom."
"Carry on," said Pamela, urging me to explain why.
"I have a bit of a fetish with clothing," I explained.
"Would that fetish have anything to do with panties, bras, and that kind of stuff?" she said, giving me a comforting wink.
"Yes. Especially the panties," I admitted.
The moment I muttered the word Panties I knew there was no going back. I just had to hope that in the future the whole world didn't find out. When Pamela has had a few drinks she can often be a bit loose with her tongue.
Pamela was remarkably cool about this discovery, and I soon discovered why.
She reminded me about a present she bought my wife, Sharon, for Christmas. It was a set of five sexy knickers from China. I remember it well, and I also remember my wife's response that she has never, and will never, get into panties that small! Apparently Chinese panties are a single-size-fits all type.
It goes without saying that they got pushed to the back of her undies drawer, only to be used by me.
Sharon was well aware of my panty fetish. She tolerated it, but didn't encourage it.
Pamela continued, "I knew the Chinese knickers were too small for Sharon as I had bought some myself earlier and they only just fitted me, but I also knew there was someone in your household who could use them."
For a moment, I couldn't figure out what she meant.
She continued, "A few years ago, Sharon was having a wardrobe clear out and she wondered if I wanted anything. I think at the time you left to meet up with the boys in the pub?"
I did indeed remember this.
"Well," she continued, "We used the bedroom as a dressing room, and guess what."
