I quietly slid out of bed, Pam rustled a little. I had no choice but to make a beeline for john. My bladder was dictating my life at this moment. With a sign of relief, I washed my hands and tried to sneak back into bed. Pam was lying on her side grinning.
“Feel better?” she giggled.
“God, yes. I’ll go start the coffee,” I went into the kitchen.
When I returned with our coffee, Pam was sitting up with the covers covering her tits, grinning. She carefully tucked the sheets under her arms and reached for the two cups. I got in bed next to her, then she gave me my cup. The sheets were still held at bay.
“Okay, Little Miss Mischief. What’s going on with that grin of yours?” Pam lowered the sheet just a tiny bit. I put my cup on the nightstand and took hers. Pam started to giggle. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them from her. She was wearing a G-string and pasties.
“Wanna tussle with my tassels,” Pam giggled and shook her tits. “The tassels are attached so you can pull them off with your teeth,” Pam purred.
“And what about the little coochie camouflage. Do I pull it off with my teeth?” I asked.
“Try it and find out. But don’t you think the red looks good on my blonde pussy patch?” Pam was proud. “Or I can take them off for you, my way.” Her voice became low and seductive.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down on the bed. Pam looked at me, her eyes dreamy and wanting. Our lips met and she inhaled sharply. Pam searched for my cock. When she found it she moaned and wrapped her fingers around it.
Pam was stroking my growing cock, I pulled one pastie off with my teeth. Then I gently bit her nipple, which made Pam jump and coo. I used my teeth to remove the other pastie, Pam giggled when I bit her nipple. I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. Pam purred, oh I like that, mmmm, then she sighed deeply.
“Are you going to force me to do things, sir? Are you taking my body to do with as you please, sir?” Pam’s breathing was getting heavier.
“Yes, woman. I am taking you for my own. You have no say, you will do my bidding. I will take from you what I please,”
I sat on my heels and pushed Pam’s legs apart. She inhaled as though she were afraid. I moved between her soft inner thighs and ripped the G-string from around her. The clasps gave way as they were intended to do.
I put her legs over my shoulders. The softness of her thighs and the fragrance of her perfume made my cock harder than ever. I pulled her pussy closer to my rigid pole, Pam watched as she began panting with desire.
“Please, sir. I am only a tender maiden wanting to please her master.” Her face was so sensual, her eyes beckoning, her voice so alluring.
Pam closed her eyes, moaning with desire as my cock began to fill her pussy. She whimpered when my body pushed against her swollen clit. Her legs were still on my shoulder when I lowered my body on top of her. Pam groaned as my cock went deeper into her warm pussy.
My cock was sliding in and out of Pam’s pussy while I enjoyed sucking and nipping her tits. Pam moaned as her orgasm grew, and grabbed the bed sheets. Her hips pushed against my body, then we began a rhythm as I slammed into her and she rode my cock.
I sat back on my heels and held Pam’s soft thighs. I pulled her body up to my cock and began pounding her pussy. Pam groaned and whimpered as our bodies smashed her hard clit as they collided.
I watched Pam’s delicate face turning bright pink. It was an erotic visual as it contrasted with her blonde hair and blue eyes. The more I slammed into Pam, the more she groaned, “Yes, yes, give it to me, all of it.”
She panted, then a warm stream of cum squirted from her pink pussy.
“Mark, yes, I love it,” she moaned as another stream of her cum splattered my body. Pam was groaning, her tummy was straining as another stream flowed from her. The sounds and visuals of Pam’s lust pushed me over the edge. My cock started unloading stream after stream of hot cum covering Pam’s pussy walls,
I grabbed her tits but never stopped pounding her. My cock pumped more cum into Pam; it began to drip between her ass cheeks. We were panting and pounding each other, sweat flowed from our bodies our hearts were close to exploding.
I slammed my cock one last time into Pam, trying to shoot the last drops of cum in my balls. Pam cried out, “GOD, NO MORE, MARK! NO MORE,” and her arms and legs dropped to the mattress.
I fell forward, my arms kept me from smashing on top of Pam. She pulled me on top of her, our bodies trying to recover from the exhausting lust we had just enjoyed. I looked down at Pam, and a drop of sweat from my forehead landed in her hair. She was looking at me smiling, panting, and gasping for air.
Pam held my face in her soft hands. Her blue eyes sparkled like sun diamonds on a pond. Her breasts were still rising and falling, her breathing was slowing. I bent down and our lips met. Our kiss was soft and filled with love.
Pam smiled at me and giggled a little. “Does this mean you like me?” Her smile was soft and delicate.
“It means I adore you and will forever,” our lips met again.
“Mark, would you like some hot coffee? The cups you brought in, I think, are cold.” Pam grinned.
“Nothing is as hot as you are, Baby. I’ll get our coffee,” I offered.
“Don’t you want to watch my butt as I go to the kitchen?” she teased.
“Ummm. I’ll wait here,” we laughed and Pam went to the kitchen.
When she came back with our coffee, I was looking at my phone.
“What’s up, Baby?” she asked.
“Pam, I was checking the weather. It is going to be a beautiful day. Would you like to take the day strolling down Main Street? I haven’t been there in years.” I liked the idea.
“Oh, that would be wonderful. I haven’t been there for a long time, and just take our time and look in the shops. Mark I would love that. I have the perfect dress to wear. I bought it a little while ago, but haven’t had a place to wear it. Main Street would be perfect.” I have never seen Pam this excited.
We sipped our coffee and made plans for our Sunday. We got out of bed and made the bed. Pam went to the bathroom and I went to clean up after our coffee. I finished my little chore and then headed for the bedroom. Today would be a shorts and light shirt day.
I was tying my tennis shoes as Pam emerged from the bathroom. I just stared at her. She was wearing a blue sundress with little flowers and lace sleeves. It was a perfect match for her eyes. Her hair was curled around her face, her eyelids were accented by dark underlining, and her pink lipstick accented her smile and pink cheeks.
“Mark? Are you okay?” she giggled.
“Pam, you are a beautiful woman. But you look positively radiant. I love the sundress, it matches your blue eyes,” I approached her and held her by her waist. I looked into her eyes and softly kissed her.
“You can do better than that. The lady at the cosmetic counter said it was smudge-proof. I told her, ‘Lady, you don’t know my man!” Pam pulled me to her with a deep lover’s kiss.
Pam looked into the mirror, “Hmmm, she was right. But then I kissed you, my lipstick won’t be worth a damn once you get a hold of me,” Pam giggled and we kissed again.
It’s a short drive to Main Street. The place was a beehive of shoppers. The weather was still nice so most of the shops had their doors open enticing buyers. Even the sidewalk was wonderfully congested with vendors and customers enjoying the aroma of food drifting from the store.
Pam stopped in front of a florist and was looking through the window. She was smelling the flowers, we went in. Pam was shopping around and kept coming back to a small bouquet. I called the shopkeeper over.
“Ma’am, would you use your talents and create a corsage for my beautiful lady? I’m sure you have many wonderful ideas,” she smiled and looked at Pam.
“Kind sir, I think I have just the thing. Miss, would you prefer a corsage or a nosegay?” Pam blushed with enthusiasm.
“A corsage, please,” Pam was giddy.
The shopkeeper disappeared behind her curtains for several minutes. When she returned, she had a gorgeous arrangement of small blue flowers. Pam’s eyes lit up and stood still as the lady attached them to her dress.
Pam went to a mirror to admire the creation. A little tear tried to hide as it snuck down her cheek.
“Oh, it is so beautiful, I love them.” Pam was still looking into the mirror. She was talking to the lady behind her through the mirror.
“Mark, Baby, thank you, thank you, thank, you,” Pam grabbed me but she made certain her flowers were not crushed.
The lady watched us with pride. “You can kiss him, I promise to turn my back,” she teased. Pam kissed me.
Pam’s feet were off the ground as we left the shop. Pam kept sniffing her flowers as we walked down the street. Some shops caught Pam’s eye as we walked arm-in-arm. We came upon a sidewalk artist. I looked at Pam, she smiled and nodded her head
“My friend, would you be kind enough to make a picture for us?” I asked.
“Yes, I can capture you, but to capture the beauty of your lady, even Rembrandt or Monet would be hard-pressed. But I will do my best.” He was good, Pam was fire engine red.
He had us sit on a cushioned chair, Pam on my lap. He set up his pallet and picked a certain pencil. He studied our faces, and slowly began his creation. Carefully each stroke appeared on the canvas.
A crowd gathered around us, the artist never noticed, he concentrated on his work. Then, one by one, he carefully chose the colors and added them. The ‘ooo’s and aaa’s’ from the crowd increased our excitement.
When he turned the canvas for us to see, Pam burst into tears of joy. The portrait he created was not only an amazing likeness, but it captured the love Pam and I have.
Pam stood up and walked to the canvas. The artist held it as she put her hands on the frame. She looked back at me, I was speechless. The people in the crowd looked on with amazement.
“Now, my friend, if you would like, I can frame this for you and your fair lady. I promise you will be very pleased.” He held a piece of framing against the canvas.
“Yes, please. When will it be ready for us?” Pam looked at me wide-eyed with excitement.
“If you please, give me two hours and I will have your portrait ready for you.” He placed the creation back on his pallet.
I asked how much I owed, but he refused. “Now until you see the finished product. Then we can discuss that.” He and I shook hands, Pam hugged him and we left his shop.
We continued to explore Main Street when Pam noticed an ice cream shop across the street. She gave me a schoolgirl grin and we walked a short distance to the crosswalk.
