Meeting Pam

Meeting Pam
By: Wifelover (plm073151@msn.com)

How I met Pam

Last Tuesday I had finished up the "out of town" project that I was working on and only needed to wait until the next afternoon for my flight back home. I returned to my hotel room and ordered a pizza delivered to my room. I sat in front of the TV watching nothing but re-runs and boring game shows, while I ate. It was around nine when I decided to clean up and head down to the hotel lounge for a drink or two before turning in for the night. I had no way of knowing what that decision would mean to me before the night was over.

I walked into the lounge and took up a seat at the bar, ordered a scotch and water, then sat back to relax. There was a couple sitting at the other end of the bar, chatting quietly and another man about half-way between me and them. I glanced around the lounge and came to the realization that a Tuesday night in this lounge was not likely to be anymore exciting that watching TV back in my room. It wasn't long before the couple left, followed shortly by the single guy. I ordered another S & W and tried to strike up a conversation with the bartender, but it soon fell flat and he wandered off to wash glasses. I finished my drink and was about to leave when a young woman, that I figured couldn't have been over twenty-five, sat down beside me. She turned towards me and extended her hand. "I'm Pam", she said. I took her hand and told her my name was Peter. "She then asked me if I was willing to buy her a beer. "Sure", I replied.

I ordered another Scotch for me and a Corona for her. The bartender asked her for an ID which she promptly produced for him. She thanked me for the beer and then she emptied it in three long pulls. She gave me a look that said, "well, are you going to buy me another or not?" I called the bartender over and ordered her another Corona. She drank this one as quick as the first one, but while she was at it, I had an opportunity to look her over.

She appeared to be a few inches over five feet tall, average build, nice breast, and dark brown hair. She was attractive but I wouldn't have called her beautiful. Certainly easy to look at though. She finished the beer and asked if it would be asking too much for another.

Soon another Corona was sitting in front of her. She took her time drinking the beer this time and told me that she had come to the bar with the intention of getting intoxicated. I of course asked her why. She said it was a long story and that she didn't want to bore me with it. I assured her that I was willing to listen and that perhaps that was better than her getting drunk.

She told me that she had suspected that her husband was seeing someone else. Sex had become non-existent and he was spending more and more time away from home, using the excuse that he was working long hours. She had tried on several occasions to call him at work and he had not answered his phone. When she questioned him about it, he told her that he had been too busy working to bother answering the phone. She hadn't bought his story and she started checking the bank accounts on a regular basis, figuring that if he was working so much overtime, then it would be reflected in his pay check deposits. There had been no evidence of an increase in salary. She drove to his place of employment on a couple of occasions and looked for his car in the parking lot. She had been unable to locate it, but since she didn't want him to accidentally she her checking on him, she had not driven in to the parking area, which meant that she might have missed his car. Finally, she had decided to spy on him. She had started parked her car across the street from where he worked each afternoon. Then she waited until he left work. The first three times, she had simply followed him far enough to be sure he was going home and then she had taken a short cut to arrive home first. In fact, after having followed him those three times, she had almost called it off, thinking she was over reacting. She decided she would follow him just once more. This time, he had turned right out of the parking lot, instead of his customary left turn. His cell phone had rang almost immediately. It was Sean, her husband, and he told her he was going to work late, that he loved her, and not wait up.

She followed him to the very hotel in which I was staying. He had parked on the second level of the parking garage and she had found a spot on the first level. She backed her car in and waited. She could see the elevator and stair well that served the upper levels from where she parked and she waited. In a few minutes she saw her husband walk out of the elevator, hand in hand, with some "blond bimbo looking bitch", her words not mine. Following from a safe distance, she had witnessed them laughing and holding on to each other as they made their way to the lobby, climbed into an elevator, and disappeared to an upper floor. She picked up a magazine and found a seat in the lobby where she could watch the front entrance and still not be easily seen by someone causally glancing around. She had sat there waiting and wondering for several hours before deciding to enter the lounge, which is where this story began for me.

I bought her another beer and asked what she intended to do about her situation. She told me that she planned to sit there and have another beer, if I was willing to buy it for her. I went to order another for her and the bartender told me he was closing up for the night. He had already counted the money in the cash register. I told him I would give him fifty bucks for a six-pack of Corona and he could keep the change. In roughly the same amount of time it took me to type that last sentence, there was a six pack in a paper bag, sitting in front of me. I asked Pam if she wanted to share the beer with me in my room and she hesitated a moment, before saying, "what the hell, let's go."

We walked into my room and I opened two to the beers, handed her one, and placed the rest of them in the room's compact refrigerator. I sat on one side of the king-sized bed and she sat in a chair across from me. As she drank her beer she told me that she was twenty-three and that she had been married to her high school sweetheart for five years. She went on talking about her husband for a few minutes and then she said, "Do you think he undresses her or do you think she does a striptease for him?" I felt uncomfortable answering this question and tried to tell her that she shouldn't think about it, but she insisted that I answer her question, so I replied, "I would think that she would do a slow, seductive, striptease for him."

She appeared to ponder my answer for a moment and then she stood up, set her beer on the small table next to her chair, and smiled seductively at me. She reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, beginning at the top. I started to protest, telling her that she shouldn't be doing that, but I admit that I really didn't want her to stop and probably didn't have much conviction in my voice. She continued to unfasten those buttons until she reach the top of her skirt. I could see a lacy, white bra partly exposed where her blouse gapped apart. The contrast between the white of her bra and the tan of her skin, caused a familiar stirring in my loins.

She kicked her shoes free and then moved her hand to the zipper on her black slacks and pulled it downward and with a quick twist of her thumb and forefinger, the button holding the waistband together, no longer did its job. Slipper her hands inside her slacks, she pushed them down her legs to her ankles. Lifting first her left foot and then her right, she was free of her slacks. She wiggled her shoulders and the blouse, now free of her pants, slipped from her shoulders and feel to the carpet. She gently nudged the pile of clothes out of her way and moved closer to me, until she could rest her hands on my shoulders. I wanted in the worst of ways to explore her body with my hands, but something was stopping me. Was it my morals getting in the way (assuming I really had any) or was it my fear that she would suddenly grab her clothes and run, screaming from my room. As it turned out, it didn't matter. She removed her hands from my shoulders, straightened her posture, and reached for the clasp between her breasts, that would liberate those mounds. Unsnapping the clasp, she slowly, very slowly, removed the bra. Her firm, medium sized breasts burst loose, swinging slightly down and to the sides. Large pink nipples, abruptly exposed to the air conditioned coolness of the room air, became erect.

She leaned forward, again placing her hands on my shoulders. She spoke for the first time since she began undressing; almost a whisper, she said, "touch them." I put my hands on her waist and began a slow movement upward. That stirring in my loins was back and nagging at me. After what seemed like several minutes, but was certainly no more than a few seconds, I took each of her breasts into my hands simultaneously. I marveled at the firmness and the heat coming from within them. My thumbs found her nipples and rolled them gently back and forth. Oh, it had been so long since I had felt the warmth of a woman's body. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth. I could feel the texture on my lips, while at the same time the remnants of her perfume entered my nose. Ah, I thought, a woman how dabs a bit of scent between her breast. I savored both the nipple and the perfume. Not wanting to show favoritism, I moved to the left breast and gave it some attention too.

Pam softly pushed me back, disengaging me from her nipple and said, "do you think his bitch is the aggressive one or do you think it's him?" I thought for a moment before answering her. "If I had to venture a guess, I would think she would be the aggressor, because she would most likely believe that is what he would want." Pam seemed to ponder my comment and then with out another word, pushed me the rest of the way back onto the bed.

She pulled my shoes and socks off first, then when to work on my belt and zipper. She pulled and tugged at my slacks in an effort to get them off and with just a little help from me, she accomplished her task. She then climbed onto the bed, straddling my body. Her breast hung nicely and I marveled at her young body. This all seemed like a dream to me. She pressed her lips softly to mine and I felt her tongue force its way between my lips. Her kiss was delicious and sweet.

Pam shifted her weight to her left and used her right hand to un-button my shirt. She had trouble with the cuffs and had to sit back on her heels to allow the use of both of her hands. She dealt with the cuffs and then I peeled the shirt from my body and tossed it across the room. She once again pushed me back on the bed and resumed kissing me. We were both naked now except for my boxers and her panties.

I moved a hand to the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine. We kissed passionately, like two teenage lovers. I moved my other hand to the small of her back and gradually slid it towards her butt. My finger tips touched the waistband of her panties, and then slipped under it. Creeping lower, I felt the cleft where the two cheeks meet. My loins were on fire with desire. My hand moved lower, sliding over the rounded, firm shape of her rear. Finger tips barely brushing against the crevasse separating the two halves. My hand involuntarily squeezed the mound and pulled thus pulled her tighter to my body.

Her lips left mine and moved to my cheek, then my neck, and then to my chest. She gently nipped and nibbled on my nipples, while her fingers played with the hair on my chest. She must have grown tired on it, since it was only a moment before that hand began working slowly downward to my boxers.

I forced my hand to leave that heavenly rear of hers and start a journey to the other side. I felt the hard curvature of her hip bone and then the silky softness of her pubic hair. I felt, almost sensed, the nearly imperceptible movement that allowed me access to her most private and intimate area. As I slipped a fingertip between the folds of her labia and for the first time, heard a soft moan come from her. The tip of my finger was bathed in her heat and wetness. I explored further and found her clitoris; then stimulated it gently.

My fully erect and throbbing penis felt her grip as she pulled it from my boxer shorts. She sat on the bed gazing at it for a moment and then bending over, engulfed it with her mouth. The sensations of her mouth and tongue working their way up and down my penis, nearly caused me to lose control and I desperately didn't want that to happen so quickly. I focused my attention on the ceiling light over the bed and began counting the shiny little decorations around the perimeter of the light. It was a huge undertaking, as I was repeatedly losing count and having to start over, but it was working. I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I pulled it from her mouth and rolled her over onto her back. She smiled seductively as I wiggled her panties free and tossed them across the room. She was completely nude now and I moved over the top of her. Using my knees to encourage her to spread her legs a bit, I then knelt between them and lowered my mouth to her and began to work her clitoris with my tongue, slow and easy at first, then more insistently. It wasn't long before she began to moan softly and squirm around a bit on the bed. She began bucking her hips against my mouth. This just made me work her clitoris more vigorously. She had an orgasm and used her hands on the back of my head to pull my mouth firmly against her. I could feel her shudder a couple of times and then relax.

It was my turn now for relief now, but I was beginning to hear a nagging voice in my head. I slipped my boxers off and tossed them onto the floor. I positioned myself between her legs and placed the head of my penis against her labia. The lips were glistening with her moisture, but I paused, I was hearing the voice and it was causing me to feel guilty about what I was about to do. Here was this young married bride, emotions all tied in a knot, and I was about to use her state of being for my own pleasure. I looked into her eyes and she must have read my thoughts, because she simply smiled and nodded her head slightly. I pushed my hips forward and watched as the lips spread apart to allow my penis entry.

I watched as it disappeared slowly inside her. Inch by inch. I could feel the searing heat of her woman-hood as her vagina encased my penis. When I could enter no further, I slowly withdrew from her. I gazed into her eyes as I began to re-insert myself into her. She had that look of lust on her face that some women get when engaged in sexual actives and it turned me on, nearly to the point of overwhelming my self-control. I leaned further forward so that I could kiss her while at the same time I was taking her. I re-inserted. Then once again withdrew. I didn't want to rush this. I wanted it to take hours but I knew that in my frame of mind, and given the number of years since I was last in a similar position, it wasn't going to take very long.

It had been four long years since my wife, Victoria had died in a car accident and I had avoided physical contact with women until now. I was primed and ready and knew it. I willed myself to take my time. To maintain a slow pace. To make this last. Nature finally took over and I found my pace increasing along with the power of my thrust. I changed my position and lifted her legs over my arms, resting them across the inside elbows. I leaned forward and began thrusting even harder. Her head was lightly striking the padded headboard with each insertion. She began moaning again, this time louder than before. She spoke for the first time since we began our lovemaking, but only to say four words, "harder, do it harder." I followed her instructions. To be honest, it wasn't voluntary on my part anyway; my body had taken over from my mind. It was being driven by pure animal lust.

Fine beads of perspiration were popping up on her forehead and my arms glistened for the same reason. I was pumping for all I was worth now and she was trying desperately to match mine with thrust of her own. This had become a job; the most pleasant job I had ever worked at. I managed to cup her breasts with my hands and squeezed them ever so gently. No small feat in itself. I thrust and withdrew, my entire body engaged in this one pursuit. And then I felt it. I felt it in the pit of my stomach first, then from within my testicles. My penis stiffened even more than I thought possible. I'm sure Pam knew what was about to happen because she placed her hands on my butt cheeks and pulled me deep inside her. I felt my testicles contract and then relax. My muscles in my rear tensed. The penis inside her twitched, contracted, and emptied the sperm from my testicles deep inside her vagina. That orgasm was followed immediately by one of hers and then another of mine. I was done, but I held my position wanting to continue to feel her warmth encase my penis. Slowly it softened and slipped from her. A telltale drop fell from the end of it onto her thigh.

We collapsed beside each other, chests heaving from the exertion, our breathing rapid and raspy. I took her hand in mine and began to stammer an apology. I felt bad for playing on her emotions. She stopped me and said, "I used you just as much."

After we had rested a few minutes I got another beer out and we shared it together. She was looking around the room and noticed my laptop computer sitting on the table. She said, "You wouldn't happen to have a digital camera would you?" I got up and retrieved one from my briefcase. She asked me if I would be willing to take a few pictures for her and I said I would. She jumped up and went to the bathroom. When she came back she had a wet wash cloth in her hand. She used it to clean up my penis. She then returned to the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

I still had the camera in my hand when she dropped to her knees and took my penis in her mouth. She looked up at me and I knew what she wanted. I took a couple of pictures. Then she climbed up onto the bed on her hands and knees. She asked if I had one of those automatic picture taking buttons on my camera and I told her yes. I sat the camera on a table and pointed it at her. She asked me to press the button and then take up my position behind her. I was already erect by this time and pressed the button. I climbed up behind her and let it slip in. The shutter clicked and I saw the flash, both happening at the same moment. She pushed her rear against me and I thought, "What the hell." I began making love to her again. I knew I could last much longer this time and thus, moved more aggressively. After a couple of minutes, she told me she wanted on top, but wanted me to press the button on the camera first. I got up, pressed it, and threw myself on the bed, on my back. She climbed on top and I positioned my hands on her breast. The photo was taken and then she made love to me like it was her first time in years. It was fantastic and I couldn?t have been happier.

When it was over, we took a shower together and then got dressed. Then we checked out the pictures. I hadn't realized that she had turned towards the camera and smiled when we had taken the second picture. She said she was going to show them to her husband and wanted to make sure that he knew it was her. She wanted him to know that if he could screw around so could she.

She gave me a hug and a peck on the lips, said she had a good time and thanked me. I gave her my phone number in case she needed or wanted to call me and then she was gone. I tried to get some sleep but it just wouldn't come. Morning finally rolled around and before I knew it, I was back home. It was an experience I will never forget and hopefully Pam will call me at some point and who knows, maybe we will hook up again. Yes, I do feel somewhat guilty about her being a married woman but I'm rationalizing it by remembering her husband was responsible for it happening.

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