I felt Pam sneak back into bed, then she cuddled up next to me. She pulled the covers up to her eyes and shivered. Yep, that little cold butt found my warm torso, I smiled to myself.
“Cold?” I inquired.
“No,” Pam giggled.
“Sooo, is that an ice pack from the cooler?” I asked.
Pam giggled. “No. It’s me,” she giggled and pushed her little butt against me.
“If you keep this up, you know what’s going to happen,” I cautioned her.
“Yep, but survey first, sexy stuff later.” Pam purred and patted my cock.
“Okay. Should I start the make-it-yourself self-service attempt at coffee?” I groaned.
“Ugh, I guess so. It’s ten to seven. We can start with the corrosive caffeine and dress. Then we can go to the little diner we saw. It has to be better,” Pam’s voice was not convincing.
We walked the three blocks down to the diner. I opened the door, and the aroma made me hungry. An older lady greeted us and showed us to a table. She left the menus and then went for our cups of courage. It was definitely better than the crappy coffee at the motel.
Pam and I ordered the same breakfast: bacon, eggs, and pancakes so light they almost floated. Add the hot maple syrup, and open the belt a notch.
We didn’t rush our meal; it was just too good. Our server kept our coffee cups filled. It was a wonderful way to start a workday. If we could move.
“Are you staying in Cloverton for a while?” Emma, our server, asked.
“Just a couple of days. We are surveying a property for our company,” I responded.
“Oh, what are they going to build? I hope it isn’t too modern. We kind of like the Cloverton we have,” she said, somewhat emphatic about the subject.
“I do not have a clue what they are planning. Pam and I are given the information, and we do the survey. We turn the information into the head office. Sometimes they tell us, but it’s a rarity,” I didn’t want to commit to anything.
Pam and I finished our meal, paid Emma, and headed for the door. Emma called after us.
“Here, a couple of cups of coffee to keep you going. Thanks for stopping in, and I hope to see you two tomorrow.” She smiled and went to service another table.
I drove out to the site and set up our equipment. Pam took the pole and the measuring wheel. I set up the tripod, and we were ready. I gave Pam the distance the pin should be; she started with the wheel. When she reached the designated spot, she used the magnetic pole to search for the pin.
I looked through the transit to check the measurements. I compared them with the information I had and looked through the transit again. Pam was holding the pole as though she were a pole dancer.
I stood up laughing. After I had calmed down, I looked through it again and verified the location. We moved on to the next pin. Pam marked off the distance and then used the pole to find the pin. We were just a bit off; put through trial and error, we located the next pin.
Feeling lucky, we ventured to the next pin. This was going to be a little bit of a challenge. Mother Nature had planted a tree where the next pin should be. We decided to use the tree as the pin. Pam moved the pole to a few locations near the tree, then disappeared behind it. When she came from behind the tree, she had removed her top.
Pam was standing next to this tree in the middle of an open field, holding the magnetic pole and shaking her tits at me. Then she returned to her pole dancing. I couldn’t take it anymore; I was almost on the ground laughing.
Pam put her top on, and we continued with our business. Our next pin was a no-go. It was somewhere in a storage building. Pam asked me what we were going to do. Thank God for walkie-talkies.
We went to our first located pin and tried to find the next pin. It was in the storage building as well. Shit! I called Pam to join me. I wanted to brainstorm with her. I have never had a situation like this.
We decided to go to our original pin and work counterclockwise until we ran into the building again. Then, we would just guesstimate the location of the other two pins. Since it was getting late in the afternoon, Pam and I decided to call it a day. We packed up and went back to the hotel.
“What should I do, Mark? The survey is inconclusive at best,” Pam was as dumbfounded as me. “I can’t upload this without the other pins confirmed.” She had a point.
“Pam, it’s four-thirty, well almost. Send an email to Mrs. Worth and explain the situation. We can’t fight a tree and a building. Upload what we have and cross your fingers. I going to raid our cooler for our beer.” I had no other idea.
I was hoping Mrs. Worth was gone and we had the night to relax and not answer a lot of questions we didn’t have answers to. Pam uploaded the information but left her laptop on. My phone was on if Worth wanted to talk. Five-fifteen and one beer, nothing from corporate. We were done for the day.
Just before five, Pam’s phone buzzed; she had a text message. It was from Dr. Foster. Pam looked at me and then back to her phone. I took a long pull from my beer. Pam read the text:
“Dear Miss Fisher and Mr. Morgan, the test results are back, and there is every indication that Mr. Morgan can father a child with you. I have scheduled an appointment for you for next Thursday to take a mature egg. We will take a few, and I am sure one will be the beginning of your baby. Sincerely, Dr. Ellen Foster.”
Pam started to cry and fell into my arms. She was sobbing with joy, and my tear ducts were stressed. When Pam looked into my eyes, there was so much love and hope. We kissed softly, a long lover’s kiss.
Pam looked at me, “Mark, can I shower first?” Her voice was soft, almost surrendering.
“Sure, Baby. Take your time; I’ll be right here,” I kissed her hand.
“I won’t be long,” she walked into the bathroom. Pam didn’t look back; her mind was lost in the text message. This is so important to her.
After a few minutes, Pam called from the bathroom. “Your turn, Baby.”
I walked to the bathroom, Pam was sitting on the bed wearing a towel and a soft smile. I undressed in the bathroom because I had a feeling about Pam’s quiet mood. I gave my body a good scrubbing, and then I gave myself a good close hot shave.
When I opened the bathroom door, I saw Pam lying on the bed, her hair caressing her face, her eyes shining, and her lips moist from her tongue. Her perfume gently crept into my brain. She lay back on the pillow and removed the covers, exposing her naked body.
“Make love to me, Mark. Love me like you were giving me a baby. Long, slow, gentle love, your love. Touch me, hold me, fondle me with your strong hands, then fill me with your hard love.” Pam purred softly.
I got into bed next to Pam; she pulled me on top of her. When our lips met, our tongues began a game of hide and seek. Pam opened her legs, reached for my cock, and guided it into her wet pussy.
I slid my cock into her waiting pussy, she pulled her legs up; my cock slid deeper into her. I pushed my arm under her body and the other under her head. I pressed our lips together firmly; Pam whimpered and wrapped her arms around me.
I started to kiss and nibble her neck; Pam moved her head to one side and moaned with desire; her heart was beating faster. I returned to her lips and our tongues met again. They danced together in unison.
I pulled from her lips and licked and sucked the other side of her neck. Pam groaned, and her body pushed against me, and she started to quiver, “I’m so hot, make me cum, mmm, need to cum,” Pam begged in a low sultry voice.
I moved her hands over her head, sucked her tit, and circled her nipple with my tongue. Pam squirmed. I started pumping her with long, even strokes. She was panting and groaning my cock was poking deep into her hot pussy. When I pulled out, her wet pussy lips wrapped around my cock.
“More, please, more,” Pam whispered in my ear.
I sucked her other tit and nipped her nipple. Pam yelped then my cock began pounding her demanding pussy. I released her hands and squeezed her tits; Pam groaned as her lust mounted. Her pussy was flowing with her precum and her body was starting to stiffen.
I squeezed Pam’s tits and shoved my tongue in her mouth, I pounded her pussy with my swollen cock. Pam groaned and whimpered around my invading tongue when her pussy squirted the first stream of warm cum from her pussy.
“Mmm, mmm, uhm, uhm mmm,” Pam’s voice squeaked around my tongue.
I removed my tongue; Pam stared at me with her lust-filled blue eyes. The first stream of hot cum blasted the walls of her pussy. Pam’s eyes closed, and she groaned as her lust pushed another stream of cum covering my balls.
My cock spewed another load of cum deep in her pussy. Pam whispered, “God, yes,” and strained as another stream of warm cum squirted from her pussy. My cock continued to flood her pussy with thick cum.
Pam’s cum was soaking my balls and dripping between her ass cheeks. My cum had filled her pussy and began to drip from her pussy, joining her small stream of cum as it slipped between her hot ass cheeks.
Pam’s arms and legs dropped onto the bed like dead weights. Her orgasm had exhausted her, the last of my balls had dripped into the pool of cum in her pussy. We panted as our lust began to wane. She pulled me down on her, our wet bodies welded together. Her hot breath floated over my shoulder and neck in rapid waves.
“Pamela,” I panted, “I love you so much, Baby,” I was trying to catch my breath, “I never want – to be away from you,” I had to wait for my lungs to try to catch up. “I will love – love you until the day I die,”
“My man, my Lover,” Pam breathlessly whispered, “I will never – be far – far away from you.”
We kissed passionately. I rolled off Pam; she turned to face me. Pam softly touched my cheek, whispered, “The only man I ever wanted a baby with,” and kissed me.
Pam cuddled under my arm, her head rested on my shoulder, and her arm draped over my chest. I kissed her forehead; Pam snuggled closer. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was relaxed and easy.
I began to think about when we joined the group: Pam and Charlie, Sissy and me. When Pam and I locked eyes, I knew I would love her. It appeared as though she sighed and gave me a special sigh.
For two years, we endured our hidden agony; at least, we thought it was hidden. One day, I just told Sissy I wanted out. She asked for everything, and I gladly gave it to her. I changed cities and jobs; I didn’t want a memory of her.
Then, when I found out that Jack and Cynthia had twins, I had to go and see them. When Jack asked if I had seen Pam, the memories of wanting her from long ago came back. Jack told me that Charlie was in prison, and Pam was having a tough go of it.
Now, this beautiful lady is sleeping in my arms, loving me. She is very happy about the ring and being my fiancé, but it’s not enough for me. When we get back to Richardson, I am going to ask her about talking with Father Ryan about getting married. Hell, I don’t know if Pam wants a small or large wedding; I’m fairly certain she would want us married, baby or not.
Maybe I’ll talk to her tomorrow.
Departed Soul
