7. From Slamies’s to Pammies’s
At Slamie’s I ordered a libation from Cathy and pondered Debbie, the day, and what Cathy had looked like in the back seat of my car ten years before. While thinking about Debbie’s statement “Do what you want with me.” I think I noticed that same look in Cathy’s eyes tonight. But tonight was not the night to plunge back into old business, so I finished my drink quickly, tipped well, and got while the getting was good. I needed sleep.
When I got to work the next morning Pam was in the suite waiting. Debbie had called in sick so Pam was going to cover for her.
“You look a little tired yourself.” Pam said in her concerned motherly fashion. She was an attractive woman, a little older than Debbie so that made her a few years older than me as well. She had very light curly blond hair that was just long enough to bounce perkily when she entered a room. Pam was more conservative in her dress than Debbie, but the sensible attire could not totally hide her nicely shaped breasts, and the business dress tightly hugged her very curvy hips and behind. Larger by far than Debbie’s tiny keyster, but pleasing to observe on Pam’s exits from a room.
“A bit tired.” I said, “But the good news is the clients, as usual, are not coming until right before lunch time. Everything is ready. I know you may be stretched thin today so there shouldn’t be much for you to do on my end.”
“OK, call if you need anything.”
As I watched her leave the room I though her behind was working the grind a little harder than usual, which was just fine with me.
So I phoned Debbie up, just to make sure she was alright and to see if there was anything I could do. It rang for a bit and when she picked up she sounded like her old self.
“I just called to see if everything is alright?.” I asked.
“Everything, except I can barely sit down or walk.” she stated in an amused tone.
“Oh, sorry. You really got me going last night.” I said softly, “I guess I could be more gentle tonight.”
“You better not,” she seemed to scowl into the receiver.
“Better not what,” I asked taken aback.
“Either one. Be more gentle or even think about tonight.”
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“Pam will take care of you today, I went over the schedule and what is happening with your projects.”
“OK, but when can I see you again?”
“The weekend would be nice, unless you plan to spend it fucking Rene.” she stated flatly.
“No, the weekend sounds like a plan.”
“Good, now I need to get more ice and put it on my you know what. Ciao.”
As she hung up the phone I imagine I may have had a little bit of a self satisfied grin. Not to mention the thought of spending a weekend with my little Debbie dynamo was an extremely pleasant thought. But what if Rene has other ideas. Well I will cross that bridge when I get to it.
Pam came in with a message. She was definitely in a buoyant mood. The way her curly blond hair framed her fair features and bounced when she walked in was quite alluring. Also I thought there was one less button buttoned on her sensible navy blue dress than before. I do know there was more cleavage apparent than there was before.
“Looks like the clients have another fire to put out on one of their other projects, so they want you to send a cassette to them of the changes you made yesterday and then plan on seeing them tomorrow,”
“Looks like you are off the hook today”
“Aw shucky darns, and I was so looking forward to pressing my boobs into you neck like Debbie does when you are working,” she said with a sly wink, and wiggled out of the room.
I had no response to that, but in my mind I was thinking she could press her tits into my face anytime. I also found myself musing as to the form and texture of the nipples on those shapely breasts of hers.
“Unless they are not big enough for you.” Pam added over her shoulder as she left with a chuckle.
I just shook my head and made the arrangements for the rough cut transfer. Where was that assistant editor of mine anyway. I got up and went on the search. You can never find them when you need them.
As usual just before the end of the day the clients called with some “suggestions” which I could address. They always waited till quitting time. So I started flipping the pix and track around. While I was cutting Pam walked by. When she saw what I was doing she walked in and asked “Whats up?”
“Nothing major, I’m good.”
But when she walked behind me I felt the brush of a pair of deliciously soft breasts.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Very very nice.” as I swiveled my chair to face her and slowly raised my gaze past her cleavage and smiled into her blue eyes. Her red lips were moist and stood out on her pale complexion as she smiled down at me.
“A bunch of us are going across the street after work. You should join us when you are done.” she said in an velvety voice. It was an interesting contrast from Debbie’s somewhat bossy demeanor so I did not need much coaxing.
When I was done and crossed the street I was surprised to see only Pam was there. That was OK with me. I sat down and ordered a drink and one for Pam.
“I guess I got stood up,” she pouted with soft red lips.
“Not by me and thanks for helping out today.”
“Didn’t have to do much.”
“You did enough.” I smiled.
“Say, could you give me a ride home. I hate taking the bus.” Pam asked .
“Sure, so what’s new in Pam’s world?”
Well we chatted and drank. I got to know a little more about her. She was a single mom with two kids. She was fortunate enough to have family in the area so child care was less of an issue for her than most. She really liked her job with us. She said she found it interesting and learned new things everyday. Her blue eyes shinned with sincerity and her face was soft and open. She had a musical laugh and was very pleasant. But the alcohol was making her a little flushed and I noticed the flush was spreading down her neck and to the barely exposed tops of her breasts. She knew where my eyes were and I felt her hand slide up my thigh. When her finger tips touch the head of my stiffening cock she gasped, “Oh my, I guess my tits are big enough,”
“They seem quite delightful.” I mused and I ran my hand over hers as she squeezed the knob on the end of my cock. “Let’s get out of here.”
It was dark already and we went to the parking structure where my car was. I was on the top floor so all the way up the staircase I was groping her ass which swayed seductively in her dress. We would stop on each of the landings and kiss deeply. Pam would grind her hips against me as we kissed. On the next landing I would pull her up by her generous bottom for the next round of dry humping and wet kissing. By the last landing I was running my hands lightly over her tits. Those generous breasts were so soft and pliable. Her lips were exquisitely soft and very seductive. Her ass was pleasingly cushioned and each cheek a generous handful. Her mouth was wet and seemed to envelope my tongue in a pliable sucking damp. Her kisses were like being immersed in a soft warm sweet tasting jello. It was a new sensation for me. So delicate, yet with hunger that took me by surprise.
By the time we got to the deserted top floor of the garage I pressed her against my car and kissed her so long I felt I was melting into her. I ground my hips in to her and Pam’s legs parted and I felt her sweet spot grinding on my pecker as I held her bouncy behind in my hands. She began ripping at the buttons of her dress, then the front clasp of her brassiere and then at my shirt till our bare chests were pressed together. I felt her soft breasts flatten against me. Everything about Pam was soft and pliable even as her response was growing fierce. I was being consumed. I reached up under her skirt, but instead of panty hose I found a garter belt, stockings, and no panties between my fingers and the softest, wettest pussy I had ever fingered. As my fingers sunk into her we kissed madly. I threw open the back door instead the front door of the sedan, and laid Pam down in the back seat. With bare breasts sporting huge areolas that covered a hefty portion of those ample tits which teased only the slightest hint of stiffening nipple, and her dress hiked up to her waist exposing her garter belt and silk stocking covered legs with one slung over the back of the front seat while the other poised on the rear window ledge what was a fellow to do?
I didn’t care. Garage or not, I dropped my drawers all the way because there was no way I would miss the sensation of my balls bouncing against that sopping, soft twat of Pam’s. As the knob of my cock slipped into her there was no resistance. It was like a tub of warm butter that split pliantly around the ponderous knob of my cock. Her pussy swallowed the knob and engulfed the rest of me in her fiery pink pudding. Oh Pam’s pussy was aflame and so was I. I plunged and plunged again into the delicious softness of lips, tits, and pussy. Her curly blond hair spread out on the red seat leather and her blue eyes were slits of passion. My balls slapped juicily against her covetous cunt with each thrust. It sounded like I was splashing in a puddle with new galoshes.
I was deeply immersed in the sensation that was Pam. No dirty talking. No talking at all. We just fucked each other with a panting pounding furor. It was a devouring, grinding, gasping fucking of each other. When Pam came it was like a volcano of lava and convulsions. It felt like my spine was spurting into her with flame pouring out of my penis in a wrenching simultaneous orgasm. Her softness absorbed all of it and all she said when she could speak was a resounding “Yes.!”
When we drove out of the garage , the parking attendant berated us for being up there too long, so I tipped him a twenty and drove off. Pam was curled up against me in the front seat and she gave me directions to her home. I was surprised because it was only a block from Debbie’s.
When I got to the prescribed intersection Pam said, “Let me out here. I need to walk a bit before I go home.”
Pam gave me a long soft consuming kiss that was guaranteed to leave me wanting more. As she walked away I waited and admired her ample rump that had so masterfully cushioned my pushin’ in the back seat. She turned and waved me on.
As I drove home I couldn’t help wondering why I didn’t know she lived so near Debbie. Oh well