Pam: My Fantasy Girl

Pam smiled when she saw me in my brief attire, and I handed her my pile of clothes that had been shielding much of me.

"You wear that to the gym?" Pam asked.

"With socks and sneakers and... underthings," I noted.

"I think I would like to watch you workout," Pam giggled. "Omigod, I can't believe what I'm saying. Must be the wine talking."

"In that case have another glass or three."

"Um... you have a really nice body," Pam said with a giggle.

"Thanks. You do to, from what I've seen," I said with a wink. "Nice fingers and a pretty neck."

"Go relax John, I'll be right out," Pam said as she went into her bedroom, so I poured myself another glass of wine and sat on the couch.

Pam emerged from her bedroom a few moments later, and she had also changed her clothes. I tried not to stare but my best efforts were not nearly good enough. Pam warily walked around and dimmed the lights before joining me on the couch.

Pam had changed into an outfit similar to mine, a white tank top and matching shorts. Pam was very slender, that much was certain. Her legs were very thin, but nicely shaped. I also noticed that they were smooth shaven, and recalled that Pam did that to allow herself to wear skirts at work.

It was Pam's arms that caught my attention, despite her efforts to conceal as much of them as possible by putting her hands over her opposite elbows as she sat down next to me on the couch.

Pam's arms were as pale white as you would imagine from someone who wore long sleeved blouses exclusively. Very slender they were indeed, and my eyes went slowly from the smooth shoulder down the where the dark brown hair began around her bicep.

It got thicker and denser on her forearms, which sported a coating of the long dark hair, and while there was no denying that Pam's arms were hairy, they were not really all that unusual. I had seen many women of Italian and Greek heritage who had been almost equally endowed and had found them exciting as well.

Pam let me take her hand off her elbow, which was obstructing the view, and I ran my hand gently down her forearm as she bit her lip and looked down. The hair was as soft and downy as it had appeared to be, and as my hand kept slowly stroking her arm, Pam finally looked up at me.

"Does this bother you?" I asked. "Me stroking the hair on her arm?"

"No."

"Needless to say I find your arms gorgeous," I admitted.

"Figured since you had so few clothes on I would join you," Pam said while blushing slightly. "Thought it would only be fair that you know what you were getting into here."

"Thank you," I answered. "And I guess you can tell how I feel about that," I said while looking down at my crotch.

When I looked back up at Pam, she was staring into my lap, where my erection was throbbing away, almost trying to escape out the leg opening. Pam's eyes were as wide as saucers when she looked back up at me.

"Well, it gets worse the more you see," Pam said.

"Not worse, better," I corrected her as I put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. Good time for a break, I figured, because if I kept on doing what I was doing I was going to explode any second.

Chapter 5: Getting intimate.

The television was on but neither of us were really watching, as Pam and I snuggled on the sofa. It was acting more like a night light, which enabled me to see a little bit. Pam was facing me at a bit of an angle, and I put my hand on her pale thigh as my eyes roamed upward.

Pam couldn't be wearing a bra unless it was a strapless one, but it was tough to tell. My eyes were drawn like a magnet to Pam's sides, where dark brown hair was peeking out from her underarm, and make quite obvious against the white backdrop of her shirt. This despite the fact that her arm was pinned to her side all the while.

My hand came slowly up from her thigh and up to the exposed hairs, which I stroked gently while Pam blushed in response.

"Sexy," I whispered as my fingers caressed the soft fur. "Can I see more?"

Pam hesitated for a minute, biting her lower lip and seeming to be in deep thought. She looked quite a bit like Mackenzie Phillips as she sat there contemplating my request, and it seemed like forever until she spoke.

"I want to see you first," Pam siad shyly.

"You want me to take my clothes off?" I asked, fully prepared to do so.

"Um... just your shirt."

In a flash I had pulled my shirt off and sat there clad in only my gym shorts, grateful for the nights I spent at the Y working out, as Pam was giving my upper torso a careful scrutiny.

"Oh wow!," Pam said quietly before haltingly bringing her hand up, and my breathing got heavier as Pam's hand carressed my shoulders, neck and chest.

"Hope you know CPR" I quipped as Pam rubbed my hairless chest.

"God, I'm hairier than you are," Pam remarked.

"My wife used to say that too," I blurted out, recalling Cindy saying that on occassion. "Here, I'll show you mine."

With that I lifted my arms to expose the slight wisps of light brown hair that were nestled in my armpits. When Pam smiled and ran her hand through the sparse patch, I was tempted to tell Pam that Cindy would also delight in licking and biting my armpits on occassion, and such affection would bring me too an immediate climax, but instead bit my tongue and enjoyed Pam's touch.

"Do you like what you see so far?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Pam said, coming out of the trance she seemed to be in. "It's just that, well... things were a little weird with the last guy I met like this.

"I'm all ears."

"Well, he seemed like a nice enough guy, and I saw him several times," Pam explained. "Our first date we started making out, and we got to where I was dressed sort of like this. He asked me to put my hands behind my head, and when I did he masturbated."

"That was it?" I asked.

"Yep. He jerked off into a handkerchief while he looked at me, and then he said he'd call me and left."

"Just like that? How did that make you feel?" I asked.

"I was confused, but... "

"But what?"

"It made me kind of excited," Pam admitted. "All my life I had thought I was hideous, and now here was somebody who I really turned on. I know that sounds stupid, but that's the way I felt."

"It's not stupid, He never called back, I take it."

"He called the very next day, and he asked me out again," Pam said. "We went out and when we got back here the same thing happens, only this time he tells me to take my top off. Then when he sees my breasts he tells me to put my top back on because they were too small."

I was embarrassed for Pam, and for myself, because many times while staring at the computer screen I would be having fantasies similar to this, except I would never be having women put clothes back on.

"So he has me jerk him off while he plays with the hair under my arm. After he has his orgasm, he gets me to take off my shorts. I figure that at least now he will do stuff to me. I wasn't going to let him - you know, but I would have loved having some affection by then. Instead he goes running to his jacket and pulls out a digital camera, and tells me he wants to take a few pictures of me so he can enjoy looking at me when we're apart."

"You didn't..."

"Hell no John," Pam said. "I knew where those pictures would show up. On some kind of freak show gallery on a porn site."

"Pam, please stop referring to yourself that way," I pleaded. "You aren't a freak, you're a very attractive woman, and I'm not a freak because I'm attracted to you. We all have preferences about things, but I first became attracted to you by getting to know you before I had ever laid eyes on you."

"I know," Pam said.

"And I will never ask you to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know that too."

Pam leaned into me and kissed me with those full moist lips, and we began necking. I kept my hands to myself, fighting the urge to explore Pam, and let her dictate the pace. When Pam took my hand after a minute or so, and placed it on her breast, my heart began racing.

Pam was not wearing anything underneath the top, and while her breasts were indeed small, they were quite perky, and her nipples seemed very large and spongy. While I fondled her tit, I felt Pam's hand slide across my thigh until it found my cock.

I moaned uncontrollably as Pam's hand slid along the length of my cock, which was trying to escape out of my shorts, and when Pam's hand retraced its path, I was gasping for air.

"Oh God, you're so big!" Pam explained as she nibbled my neck, and I had to grab her hand before it made another stroke of my bulge.

"Don't - please - I'm going to cum if you do," I gasped. "I'm so excited I can't control it."

"Can I do it for you? Can I make you cum?" Pam asked, and I yanked my shorts off so fast it seemed like Pam's words were still in the air when my ass came back down to the couch.

My cock was pointing straight up at me as Pam's hand reached out for it, and the sight of her pale little hand gripping the shaft of my cock was so erotic that I had to turn away for a second.

"Never saw a man this big before. In person I mean," Pam said as she slid my foreskin down to reveal the mushroom head which was dribbling pre-cum uncontrollably. "My God John, you're so big I can't get my hand all the way around it. Here, lean back and relax."

As I leaned back to allow Pam to begin jerking me off with painful slowness, Pam brought her arm up and onto the back of the couch, and as she did I watched in wonder as I got my first glimpse of Pam's underarm. Her armpit was a deep hollow that was filled - overflowing would be a better word, with an impossibly thick tuft of dark brown hair that seemed to spring out as her arm rose to reveal it, and the delicate slenderness of Pam's arm only accentuated the look of the thick, lush jungle. My heart was beating like a jackhammer as I stared at the erotic sight before me.

Impulsively I leaned toward Pam, and ran my tongue up from the sleeve hole of her top right up into the dense forest of her armpit As I did I looked at Pam, half expecting her to be laughing or looking at me like I was a pervert, but she was focused completely on the cock she was stroking.

Her armpit hair was indescribably soft, with a faint aroma of baby powder, and as I licked and burrowed my face under her arm, Pam not only didn't back away, she moved closer to me to allow me even greater access. As I kissed and licked like a madman, I felt myself lose control, and my cock began to erupt in Pam's hand.

Pam began jerking faster as my cum began spraying all over me. I felt cum hitting my chest and shoulders, in a series of spurts that reflected both the pent-up emotion of the lack of affection I had endured for so long, as well as the sight of my fantasy coming to life before me.

After my orgasm subsided, I reluctantly pulled my face from underneath Pam's arm and surveyed the damage. My chest and stomach were splattered with cum, and there were a couple of long stringy ropes of sperm that were layered on Pam's hairy forearms. Pam still had my deflating cock in her hand, and was looking in shock at the mess we had created.

"I want to make you happy now baby," I said, and Pam got up and took me into her bedroom.

6. Pam's bedroom.

I was hoping that Pam would turn on a light, but was not surprised when she didn't. There was a little light creeping in from the outside as well as from the bathroom as we entered the bedroom.

"You're a mess John," Pam said.

"Does it bother you?" I asked, and when Pam shoodk her head no, I smiled and took the bottom of her blouse and lifted the garment. Pam helped by lifting her arms, and I took my time peeling it over her head, enjoying the view of her exposed armpits with her arms fully extended, as well as her pert brests.

Pam's breasts were nice little pointy handfulls. with plump puffy nipples that were begging to be sucked on.

"I can't believe some fool didn't want to look at these," I told Pam as I shook my head while cupping the tiny orbs in my palms. "They're beautiful!"

My mouth went down and engulfed Pam's left breast, sucking gently on the bud and feeling the nipple stiffen a bit and become a little less rubbery. I noted a couple of tiny hairs on the edge of her aureola that I swiped at with my tongue. After doing the same to Pam's right breast I turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I want to see all of you," I told Pam, and she had a look of horror as I grabbed the elastic of her shorts.

Pam was so slender that I could faintly see her ribs as she shifted her weight nervously from side to side. Pam's navel was exposed, and alrerady I could see a thick trail of dark brown hair that began growing just under her belly button.

The furry trail grew denser and wider almost immediately as I coaxed her shorts down, and blossomed into a full grown bush right away. The triangle was a jungle of thick dark curls that grew up onto the thigh area on each side, and got incredibly dense around Pam's opening.

"You look amazing," I whispered hoarsely as I leaned forward to kiss the thicket. My lips felt the wetness around her pussy as the hair buffeted my cheeks, hair as lush and soft as her armpit hair had been. As I inhaled and savored the musky and rich aroma of her womanhood, I could already feel a vague stirring in my cock.

Wordlessly I eased Pam down to the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I began kissing her along the inside of her thighs and up around the immense bush to her navel. From there my tongue followed the furry trail straight down until finding the moist opening of her womanhood.

As my tongue penetrated Pam for the first time, Pam gasped in surprise, and then her breathing started to quicken as I slid up and down the length of her labia before finding the pearl I was seeking.

Pam moaned as my tongue swirled around her clitoris, and I slid my hands under her so that I was cupping her pert little butt cheeks. Lifting her buttocks in an attempt to force my mouth further into her, I breathed deep to savor the musky and aroused scent, while my face was engulfed by the silky softness of her bush.

When she came shortly afterward, there was no mistaking her orgasm, as Pam howled gutturally while writhing into the mattresss. I did not stop when her contortions slowed, but instead kept tonguing furiously.

Pam squirmed as my oral assualt continued without mercy, and as she slid up along the length of the bed I kept my face buried in her pussy, which was by now delightfully sloppy. When Pam came the second time, we had made it up to the headboard of the bed, and I did not take my tongue out of her until her body sagged limply under me.

Chapter 7: I'm not very good at this.

I crawled up and positioned myself next to Pam, who had a lost and dazed look on her face, and I was immediately embraced by this waifish figure when reaching her side.

"Oh John, that was so wonderful!" Pam gushed between kisses. "No one had ever done that to me before, and it was much better than I had even fantasized."

"Well, the pleasure might not have been all mine, but I enjoyed it too," I confessed as I subtly worked a stray hair from between my teeth. "It's been a long time, and I'm glad I seemed to remember how to do it."

"You remembered alright!" Pam chuckled. "Guys before just seemed to want to look and touch."

"Oh, I like to do that too, but you're way too irresistable for me to stop there."

"Nobody ever did the other thing either," Pam said shyly.

"What other thing?" I asked.

"You know," Pam said.

"No, I don't know," I insisted, although I thought I did. "Going to be tough to find out what you like if I have to guess."

"When you did that other thing to me. You know, out on the couch," Pam said haltingly.

"Sorry, I don't remember. That was a long time ago," I teased. "If I wasn't embarrassed doing it, you shouldn't be shy about talking about it."

Pam snuggled up closer and whispered in my ear, and I laughed as I tried to figure out who could possibly be listening to us. It was so cute that she was so shy, and I also found it arousing when her breath hit my ear.

"When you were kissing my armpit... and licking and stuff" Pam added. "That felt so nice."

"Glad you liked it," I answered. "Underarms are a very sensitive area, and yours are so incredibly sexy besides, so maybe I'll do it again sometime. Anything else you like?"

"Well, there's something I'd like to do to you, but I don't really know how to do it," Pam said. "The last time I tried to do it the guy said that I was lousy at it and told me to stop."

"Boy, you have run into some real losers," I said. "What were you doing so badly?"

"Sucking... you know."

"Giving head?" I asked, and got a little nod in response. "Well, the only way to get better is to practice, and I'd love to have you practice on me."

"Tell me if it is good for you, okay?" Pam asked.

Choreographing my own cock getting sucked was a new one for me, but the prospect was exciting so I quickly agreed, and Pam scrambled onto her knees and slid down to my hip.

My eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dim light, and I got to see Pam a little better than I had earlier. She was much more slender than I had thought previously, and those little pointed titties were just perfect on her slight frame.

I relaxed and put my hands behind my head while I prepared to enjoy the show I was going to be producing. When Pam looked up at me and saw me watching, she seemd surprised.

"Are you going to watch me?" Pam asked.

"Of course Pam," I told her. "Can't give instructions otherwise."

Pam shrugged and reached down and took my cock in her right hand, hefting the tube which had been totally limp a few minutes ago, but had gained a little stiffness in anticipation of what was to come.

"Can't believe how big you are," Pam said with a little giggle. "Guys like to hear that, don't they?"

"Doesn't hurt," I assured her. "Even if it isn't true."

"This is big," Pam said. "I've held a few before, but none as big as this. Never seen one with the hood on it either," Pam added as she slowly slid the foreskin up and down the crown.

"Always wished I had been circumsized," I mused, as the friction began to make me tingle.

"I like this," Pam said. "Makes it look really scary looking at first though."

"Skin it down and pump the shaft for me," I said,

"Like this?" Pam said as she began milking my cock.

"Great," I said. "Now lean down and swirl your tongue around the tip, where the cum is leaking out. You aren't bothered by the cum, are you?"

"No," Pam said before her head came down. "I tasted it from my hand when you came. Tastes a little musty, but not bad. Like this?"

I watched Pam's tongue slide up and down the tip of my cock, dabbing at the tender opening as more pre-cum oozed out every time Pam wiped it clean.

"Nice... keep pumping the shaft while you work your tongue around. Now swirl your tongue around the head for a little while... then take the head of it in your mouth and slide your lips up down it."

Pam followed my instructions to the letter, and as she moved her mouth up and down the crown, I took her free hand and slid it up my stomach.

"Squeeze my nipples, and run your hand up and down my body while you suck on it Pam. Try to go further down on it all the while."

While Pam's hand reached up and began pinching my nipples, I ran my hand down her arm and began softly running my fingers through her armpit hair while watching Pam's full lips sliding up and down the top half of my cock.

"Nice baby - really nice," I said approvingly, and Pam looked up and me while she sucked. She was doing just fine, and would get only better with time and practice, and as far as I was concerned she could practice all day.

"Is it good for you John?" Pam asked. "Are you going to cum?"