Pamela The Mature Slut

I am a lover of mature women, as you may have no doubt gathered by my previous stories. These amazing ladies are unrivaled when it comes to sensuality and eroticism. They offer experience, charm and sophistication in abundance. Believe me, the older woman is an exciting prospect, a most alluring creature ... especially when they demonstrate their sluttish side.

Take my next-door neighbour for example. Pamela and her husband, Ron, arrived in the district and an immediate rapport was established between the two families. I found that being in Pamela's company was something special and I became secretly enthralled to mature magic. I liked the way she walked talked. But the thing she did that vexed me most was when she sat down and crossed her legs, which usually brought the flash of a lace hem, or even better - stocking tops! Yes, Pamela fascinated me so much I made every excuse to be in her company.

Fast forward a year, I'm twenty-one and celebrating gaining my science degree at university, now all I have to do is get a job. Out of the blue one day, Pamela calls around to see mum and I join them, not wanting to miss an opportunity to be in her company. Pam was showing photographs of her recent holiday and describing in detail where they were taken.

It was noticeable that certain pictures weren't passed to me - I assumed because they would be of no interest. However, by mistake, I was accidentally given two; one of Ron innocently enjoying a drink while sitting at a beach bar and one of Pam sitting not so innocently at the same beach bar enjoying a drink. I say not so innocently because in Pamela's photo, she was topless! Her beautifully proportioned suntanned breasts exposed and staring out at me! I had just enough time to take in the paler areas of her shapely breasts, where a bikini top had been, the big brown nipples, then the photograph was snatched from my sticky fingers!

What followed was predictable. Pamela apologised for passing the picture to me and mum said I shouldn't have looked at it. I said nothing but it suddenly dawned on me why Pamela was so fascinating for me, she possessed a fabulous pair of breasts! My cock hardened instantly, like never before; making me feel most uncomfortable. I had never felt it this hard and all because of Pamela's breasts!

Naturally, the photo-viewing came to an abrupt halt when I was told to go outside. But that meant getting to my feet with an erection for all to see. I managed to hide it from mum as I turned away from the table, but I noticed Pamela's eyes light up and the beginnings of a smile form, when she clocked the bulge in my shorts. That moment remained with me for a long time, as did my hard cock, as I made my way to the garden shed to enjoy the fantasy of masturbating over Pamela's breasts.

But for weeks afterward and still feeling embarrassed by the erection incident, I tried to avoid Pamela, and when we did accidentally see each other and she waved or shouted hello, I'd go beetroot red and hurry away ... usually to placate my erection! In private, though, in my fantasies where Pamela stroked and played with my cock before bringing me to an almighty climax, it was a different story. There was no embarrassment, I was the master and Pamela did exactly what I wanted her to do ... and that was to fuck me!

Eventually, I got over that embarrassing situation, but it spurred me on to seek Pamela's company just to be alone with her. She was genuinely pleased for us to spend time together again and my cock was pleased too. It would be hard and throbbing throughout our get-togethers and I still had great difficult in disguising it. So, when the opportunity arose I made the excuse of using the bathroom, where I could temporarily relieve my frustration using some of her underwear found in the linen basket. A common occurrence with horny young men, I know, and it was an act that sometimes left me guilty after messing on her intimate things. But, I determined, that if this woman and her glorious body - not to mention her sexy underwear - drove me to do such a thing, then so be it! How I wanted her to take me hand and fuck me, though!

Of course, Pamela knew exactly why I visited the bathroom so often. Exactly why her underwear was messed up, but she never mentioned it - God Bless her understanding of my frustrate state! The sexual spectre of Pamela in her underwear became a constant theme in my masturbation, perpetually rewarding me with powerful orgasms. Our liaisons were always conducted in secret, but whether Ron was ever aware I never did find out until much later. We became more intimate and risque in our conversations and my unremitting ache for her body vexed my cock continuously!

Pam taught me how to play poker, a card game I took to immediately picking up the finer points of play with ease. On the afternoon her tutelage I noted that Pam was drinking wine in my presence, something she'd never done previously; and it didn't take long to work out that it wasn't her first of the day. She slurred the odd word and her language became more extravagant, plus, I felt her foot rub against mine under the table. Also, I thought, she'd taken extra care of her appearance, which was normally faultless anyway.

Pam suggested that, to make the game more fun the loser would have to pay a forfeit of the winners choosing. I was up for this and began thinking about the forfeits I could impose. But it transpired that Pamela was a better player than she led me to believe and I soon found myself losing; not that I minded.

After I'd lost several hands and promised to clean her car, mow the lawn etc, etc, I sensed her mood become more frivolous and capricious and hoped this skittish behaviour might lead to something naughty and suggestive in way of a forfeit. And it did! The gorgeous Pamela, the focus of my sexual lusting - asked me to kiss her! I was feeling quite brave about doing it, but it took several seconds before I made a move. Pamela in the meantime, leaning over the table with eyes closed and lips puckered, asked why I was taking so long kissing her. Was I too shy to kiss a woman of her age, she wanted to know.

I replied to the contrary and lunged forward ready to plant a quick peck on her rose pink lips. As I did so, the sweet aroma of her perfume took hold of my senses making me dizzy and my heart beat to rise dramatically.

Pamela sat back and smiled. 'That's the kind of kiss you give an aunt.' She mocked. 'This is the kind of kiss I was expecting of you, young man.' Reaching across the table she grabbed a handful of my shirt front.'

Pulling me closer, Pamela engaged our lips and demonstrated in no uncertain terms what she wanted. It was in the nature of things that my ego clicked up a few notches and I responded trying to act in a mature manner. This pleased Pamela greatly because I felt her arm around my neck pulling me closer and kissing me harder. I responded in kind and perceived the tip of her tongue probing between my lips.

'Mmm, you need some practice, Toby. Let's find somewhere more comfortable.'

It was finally happening for me! After countless fantasies and jerking off I was about to experience the real thing - actually hold Pamela in my arms and feel her body against mine!

Pam closed the curtains in the lounge and in the gloom of that late summer afternoon she kissed me again. My emotions were running high as I held her in my arms, my fingers roaming over the thin material of her blouse tracing the outline of her lingerie ... it was a sensation I would never forget! Talk about having a hard-on - I was steel hard and ready to explode! If this was sex - then bring it on!

Pam's busy tongue fought with mine as I grew in confidence. The silky touch of the blouse and the profile of lingerie beneath were exquisite sensations new to me. But I had to check myself from getting over excited because this unrestrained behaviour would be my downfall if I wasn't careful. It wouldn't take much for my madly throbbing cock to put an early unsatisfactory end to my frustration.

We broke apart seeking to breathe and looked at one another. There was a smile breaking on Pam's face and smugness on mine. 'That was nice, wasn't it? But it must remain our secret, Toby. You must never tell anyone!'

'Of course I won't, Pam.' I replied. We resumed kissing, another marathon session that was brought to an end when Pam pushed me away. She reached for my hand and placed it on her breast.

'There, you've seen them naked in a photograph now feel them. Don't be afraid to use both hands and squeeze then tell me what you think of my titties.' I helped myself to her firmness.

Despite the cups of Pam's bra desensitising the experience to a certain extent, it was still a fantastic feeling. I asked, with fingers crossed, if she would remove her blouse and show them to me, and slowly, one by one, Pamela undid each button revealing first her cleavage and then the escaping flesh overhanging the lace cups of her cream-coloured bra. Impulsively, I squeezed them again making the flesh brim over the lace further.

Pamela had finished with the buttons and waited patiently while I indulged my animalistic instincts, but the bra, as beautiful and sexy as it was, remained a barrier to full enjoyment. Pamela, acutely aware of my feelings asked. 'Would you like me to take it off?'

'Please.' I managed to whisper above the sound of my heart beating rapidly.

I watched Pam's breasts strain and flatten, losing their curvy appeal as she reached behind her back. There was a soft snapping sound and her breasts tumbled forward gently to regain their fabulous form. She shrugged her shoulders and the bra straps slipped down her arms, the silky cups still hiding the bulk of her breasts. Another sexy shrug and her bra fell between us exposing the two perfectly shaped orbs. It was a mesmerising sight. Pam had managed to retain the areas of pale flesh that abutted her curving, suntanned upper-slopes, but it was her nipples, circumscribed by coffee-coloured areolae that drew my eyes. They were hard, sensational nipples of the kind I'd never seen before and quite capable of poking an eye out! I reached up with both hands, my fingers wanting to touch and explore.

But my excitement and desperation became too much to bear. There was no way I could hold back the familiar agitation in my groin and, as a result, nature resolved itself prematurely, extremely prematurely!

I found myself clutching stupidly at my cock trying to stem the throbbing and squirting. But my embarrassment was complete, when I spotted dark, damp areas appear on my chinos. I didn't know where to look. Instantly, Pamela took me in her arms and whispered not to worry, there would be lots of other times to redeem myself. Ironically, at that moment of Pam's consoling her phone rang to deflect any further embarrassment for me.

I never got to be alone with Pamela for some time after that disastrous interlude because a phone call she received informing her that husband Ron had been hospitalised and was in a serious state. So serious in fact he never recovered and died a few days later ...

Ron's funeral took place three weeks later and, as sad as the occasion was, Pamela had never looked more desirable and quite, quite sexy. Naturally she wore black, but somehow still managed to look like a sex goddess in a black silk dress that hugged all the right curves. On her head was a cheeky little black pill-box hat with a seductive veil that added something special to her voluptuous appearance. From my position directly behind her I could visualise her amazing body beneath the black silk, which rustled softly now and again as she shifted position. The intoxicating fragrance of her perfume was potent, just as it was that Saturday afternoon she taught me to play poker; I caste my mind back and recalled with some embarrassment my loss of self-control.

The black dress had a rather expansive scooped neckline that invited my salacious scrutiny of her naked shoulders and afforded the occasional glimpse of black lingerie straps. From her shoulders my gaze went down noting the neat waist which before settling on her well proportioned and curvaceous backside, confined in some item of lingerie yet to be determined. Thinking about what that item might be, I became erect with a desire to find out and offered up a silent prayer of thanks for such a warm autumn day that eliminated her need of a topcoat!

While mouthing the words of the final hymn I wondered if Pamela would ever think of me in sexual terms again, especially in the light what happened the last time. Her hypnotic fascination and captivating maturity that had kept me in thrall still influenced my life. But, I told myself, it was somehow ridiculous to think our relationship could ever be furthered. However, in the back of my mind there dwelt a notion that we did have a destiny, and as the image of her wonderful breasts and sexy cream bra played in my mind, I wondered what it would be like to rub my erection in her erotic cleavage. I was brought back to the here and now by a jab in the ribs from my father, indicating it was time to file out.

At the wake in a local hotel, I managed to split from mum and dad and cruise the reception alone. I watched the mourners guzzling free booze and devouring dinky cucumber sandwiches, while Pamela mingled among them receiving condolences. The women kissed and hugged briefly, but the men would cling just a little longer than was deemed necessary for such a solemn occasion, no doubt enjoying the feel of Pamela's breasts against them. Their lechery made me jealous and I wished it was me doing the hugging and kissing, but perhaps my turn would come later when we left. Meanwhile I had to make do by watching her shapely form straining the black silk of her snug-fitting dress with every move she made, and wondering if the rest of her lingerie was black too. I hoped so!

It wasn't until we were leaving the wake and saying our goodbyes, that I was able to hug Pam. I hung back to be last in line and when it was my turn I wasn't to be disappointed by her close attentiveness. We hugged, or to be fair Pam hugged me, very tight and ... for longer than was deemed necessary for such a solemn occasion!

I perceived the shape of her body against mine and best of all her breasts thrusting at me, making my penis stiffen rapidly - talk about being turbo-charged! Pamela, instantly cognisant of my plight, brushed against the offending organ, very subtly.

'Listen, Toby.' She whispered in my ear. 'Later this evening, when all the family have departed, will you call around. Don't tell your mum and dad, pretend you're going to the pub or something. If you slip down the side of the house I'll leave the back door unlocked. Will you do that?'

'Of course I will, if you want me to.' I answered a little too eagerly.

'I'll send a text when I'm ready ... and Toby,' she concluded. 'I can't help noticing this!' She gave a another barely perceptible thrust of her hips against my erection, which was accompanied by a huge, salacious smile.

I couldn't wait to receive the Pam's text message. I was constantly checking my phone until finally the all clear came through and I announced to my parents that I was going to meet a few friends at the pub. My heart was thumping like crazy as I drew level with Pam's front gate and after checking there was no one in sight, dashed alongside the garage to the back-door. I had no idea why Pam was keen to see me, but my brain convinced me it would be something to do with sex; how egotistical was that! I took a deep breath and opened the door. Pamela heard me and called out to join her in the lounge.

She was seated on the sofa, still wearing her black silk funeral dress and looking slightly tipsy, but gorgeous with it. The moment didn't presage anything sexual; but how wrong I was. Pam uncrossed her long legs creating the alluring sound of finely meshed stockings rasping invitingly. There was the further sound of rustling black silk as she got to her feet and held out her arms.

'Toby, thank you for coming,' she said. 'I'm up to here with condolences. I want some cheerful company and knew you were the person for the job.'

'It's always a pleasure, Pam.' I replied. 'Any time, just text me.'

As a thank you, Pamela embraced me just as she had done earlier at the wake. Again my cock went hard - I had no control over it! She thrust at it, unashamedly grinding her hips on the timely erection. However, on this occasion she never made reference to my predicament. Instead, she steered the conversation in a different direction.

'Well, my life is going to be very different now.' Pam began. 'So if you ever feel like popping around, don't hesitate, you will be always be most welcome.' This was music to my ears. 'And, if you want to borrow Ron's BMW, help yourself.'

'Thank you, and I will definitely be calling on you.'

'I hope you do because as I recall we have some unfinished business to attend to!'

'Yes ma'am.' I replied throwing up a mock salute.

'Good, that's settled. Now, do you think you could make me a black coffee?' She asked heading for the door. 'I've had too many G and T's for one day. Have whatever you fancy and bring them upstairs, I need to change out of this dress.' My heart leapt at her words hoping I would get the chance to watch Pamela undress; I rushed to the kitchen.

When I entered her bedroom carrying coffee and beer, I found Pam sitting at the dressing-table brushing her hair and still wearing the dress.

'Ah, thank you, Toby. I require your personal assistance now. I'm afraid I can't reach the clasp; can you do it for me?'

My fingers suddenly felt clumsy in their attempt to find the fastening secreted within the silk folds, something that didn't escape Pamela's attention.

'Don't go all nervous on me, Toby, I'm sure you've helped other girls out of their dresses before now.' Her sexual inference made me edgy and my fingers fumbled, but eventually I managed to locate and undo the hook and eye. 'When it's free unzip me all the way down, please.' Pamela added. I did as she requested and watched with baited breath as her black bra showed itself, the flimsy support straps carrying a huge strain

Pamela smiled salaciously. 'Now, Toby, take it easy. Calm yourself. You've seen and squeezed my naked breasts, so don't go all coy on me when I remove my dress. Enjoy looking at me.' Pamela pressed on. 'I like to picture your todger getting hard as you devour me!' Pamela picked up the coffee cup and drained the contents.

A few seconds later, and with a smile intended to hold my attention, Pam got to her feet and slipped the black dress from her shoulders, shrugging it down her waist, hips and legs until it eventually fell in a heap around her feet. The resulting vision turned my brain to mush, as Pamela revealed the black bra - their super fine support straps under huge a strain - and the sexiest pair of black stockings I've ever seen, with frivolous red lace decoration around their tops.

'How do I look now, Peter? Does this type of lingerie excite you? Pamela wanted to know.

'Christ, Pam, you look amazing.' Was all I could find to say?

All my waiting and hoping and now Pamela was behaving like a dream come true, it was magical. In my dreams I had lusted for her and now my fantasies were turning to reality; I found myself unable to speak, just staring in wonderment. My cock swelled at the notion that tonight was going to be rather special, particularly so as Pam wasn't wearing panties!

'There's quite a lot of me on show, does that please you?' She said totally unabashed by her appearance.

'They ... you, look wonderful.' I answered.

Pam explained in sales-lady patter. 'The silk dress is gossamer thin and unforgiving for any lingerie outline. Therefore I had to wear something minimalist, as you can see.' I followed the direction her fingers pointed. 'Do you like to see a little pubic fluff, Toby, or none at all? I have a smattering but if you prefer, you can remove it for me. How do you like my stockings, do you think they look sexy? I normally wear a suspender belt with the stockings but as I said, silk is unforgiving and suspenders would have shown through. I think I have good legs, would you agree, Peter?'