Pam

Pam fell apart. We both laughed so hard we couldn't breathe. It wasn't really that funny, but sometimes something just catches you. Every time we'd stop laughing, one of us would say either, "Got it," or, "Need it," and we'd be gone again into fits of laughter. We were still giggling when the knock came on the door.

We froze and looked at each other like two deer in the headlights. Caught! We burst out laughing again.

"It's the food!" I ran to the door. It was the waiter with our food, sure enough, and the snooty desk clerk advising me that he had received two complaints about non-stop laughter coming from our room.

I told him that all was under control. "Nothing is more certain to prevent giggling than scallops in white wine sauce!" I was thoroughly enjoying myself. "And of course you know that strawberries and cream will completely suppress any further mirth in this room. Shellfish...just the thing. Thanks so much for stopping by."

Slipping $10 into the waiter's hand, I mumbled a few more words of nonsense and pushed the door closed.

"There, now that the servants have returned to their quarters, let's eat!"

Snooty desk clerks and non-soundproofed rooms are a real drawback, but whoever was in that kitchen had a truly mystical relationship with mollusks. I don't know much about four-star and five-star and I wouldn't know Paul Prudhomme if he bit me, but the scallops were fantastic. We didn't take much time to appreciate the chef's effort beyond little shared looks of psychic agreement each time we popped another one into our mouth.

I opened the champagne and filled two flutes, passing one to Pam. "Here's to nine-ball, scallops, Neil Young and great company. Thank you, Pam. I'm having a great time."

We touched glasses.

"I should thank you," Pam grinned, "I went to a great party, saw The Hustler remade before my very eyes, had a wonderful dinner in a nice hotel...and now I'm going to watch my first ever pornographic movie!"

Pam grabbed the remote and rolled up to sit cross-legged on the bed. "You pick," she demanded and began flipping from trailer to trailer.

"Give me the remote," I said. "Now, close your eyes."

Pam looked at me questioningly. "Why?"

"Why are you asking why?" I quoted her own words back to her, "some questions don't have answers."

The way she grinned as she closed her pretty eyes gave me a shiver. I groaned just slightly. Pam opened her eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"I heard you groan. You want me to sit here with my eyes closed, you have to tell me why your groaning." She was grinning at me again. She smiles, I lose.

Have you ever known that what you are about to say is going to sound silly? Nothing you can do about it...you're stuck with the truth and the truth is silly...sort of...or something very much like silly.

The shiver that zipped down my spine when Pam closed her eyes was similar to a shiver we all might commonly refer to as a "willy," an example of that term being found in the sentence, "When you scratch my back lightly it gives me the willies."

I don't know if women even KNOW about piss shivers, but men will instantly understand the sort of shiver I'm talking about if I say, "It was kind of like a piss shiver." Note: Ladies, if you don't know what a piss shiver is, ask any man. I could go into it but I'm already on a tangent...

The difference between this willy and your average garden variety willy was that, for some reason, this willy didn't "release". As anyone knows, the normal path for a willy is down the spine and out through the tailbone in a lovely little tremor that makes one say, "Oooh," or something like that.

This willy hit the tailbone and stopped...just sat there...willying. Lemme tell you, it was pretty intense. I liked it well enough, but the only problem was this: Pam had asked me what made me groan. The only answer I could give her was, "I had a willy jam."

Yeah. She laughed, too. And she didn't even know what the hell I was talking about.

I explained "the willy that made me moan" and she agreed to close her eyes, although she was still laughing. I began flipping through the porn trailers.

"This one features a cast of midgets. It's set at the San Diego Zoo and is sponsored by Kraft Salad Dressing."

Pam laughed. "Sounds interesting."

"It might be a documentary piece. Let's see what else there is. Here's one about a couple who apparently have some sort of twisted shellfish fetish. It's set in a hotel."

"What sort of shellfish?"

"The title of the movie is 'The Scallop Trollop', but it looks like she's eating strawberries."

I had reached down a picked up a large, ripe strawberry and dipped it almost fully into the fresh whipped cream. Pam's eyes were still closed as I touched the white cream to her lower lip. I saw her flinch just slightly at the unexpected contact. Then her tongue slipped out, taking the whipped cream off her lip and lifting the strawberry from my fingers. With her eyes still closed, she cradled the strawberry on her extended tongue, pressing it so slightly against her upper lip. Rolling the berry back and forth gently, Pam let her lips wrap around the soft fruit, using her tongue to smoothly place it between her white teeth. Her lips were lightly coated with the whipped cream.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as her teeth slid through the strawberry, sweet juice running into her mouth. The berry disappeared as her tongue slid over her lips, taking the whipped cream with it. "I must remember to keep my eyes closed around you."

I picked a fairly hot, yet harmless looking porno and charged it to the room with the remote control. "If you keep your eyes closed you'll miss the movie."

The flik was pretty straight forward. It wasn't bad as porn fliks go - the story of two sisters who operated a struggling lingerie store and the lengths they would go to in order to increase sales. I'm honestly not familiar with any porn stars, so I can't tell you who was in it. I know who Ron Jeremy is because he's become a cultural icon, and it turns out Peter North is from my province...he was interviewed in the home town newspaper - sort of a local boy makes bad good piece. Apparently those two passed on this script. I could also probably tell you the names of four or five females porn actors, but I wouldn't recognize any of them. In any case, the flik had the all the requisite blondes, blowjobs, close-ups, cum shots.... "Thumbs" up.

As we watched the movie, I stroked my foot against Pam's foot and traced my fingers lightly up and down her arm. Her breathing was shallow and I could see her heart pounding in the vein in her throat.

"So what do you think?" I asked Pam.

"Some of it is pretty hot. I love lingerie...so that's a nice bit of plot for me. I don't care for the close- ups of the...you know...the penetration. But the oral sex is really hot! I can see why people get off watching this stuff."

Getting off wasn't going to be a problem for me. Sitting on a bed in a hotel room watching porno with this gorgeous woman...I had a hard on that hurt. Pam and I were sipping champagne, eating strawberries and whipped cream and watching a pornographic movie. When it all dawned on me...that I had met this beautiful woman only five or six hours ago...I turned to her and asked her to pinch me.

"Why do you want me to pinch you? Think you're dreaming?"

"Not certain I'm not," I answered.

She reached over with her right hand as if to pinch my cheek, but her fingers slid across my skin and through my hair to the back of my head. She pulled me to her and kissed me. I could taste the strawberries in her mouth as her tongue gently probed mine. That one kiss simply didn't stop. In seconds we were not kissing, we were necking. Feverishly necking. Hands sliding down arms and over hips...my fingers trailing up her belly to cup her firm breasts through her shirt. As my fingers found and lightly pinched her nipple, Pam moaned into my mouth and wrapped one leg over mine, pulling her hips into me and thrusting against my hard cock with a gentle yet steady motion.

We began undressing each other and ourselves. Her clothes, my clothes...if it was on, it needed to come off...she grabbed my shorts and jeans together and peeled them off my legs. Pam raised her hips to let me pull off her jeans. She did say she loved lingerie. She was wearing black, silky, french cut panties...but not tight, not snug like a thong, but sheer and absolutely sexy. I could see her arousal through the gossamer fabric, her wetness shiny on her swollen lips. I let my fingers caress her through her panties. Her matching silk camisole was clinging to her firm breasts as her erect nipples poked against the fabric. She saw me looking at her.

"There's that look again...like you've never seen a woman before."

"Looking at you, Pam, I wonder if I ever have."

She sighed and pulled me down on top of her, covering my neck with hot, sucking kisses as her hand squeezed my throbbing cock.

We kissed deeply as I pushed her hands up over her head. As we broke the kiss, I pinned her hands to the bed with my own and began kissing my way across her collarbones... lower, over the camisole, gently kissing and biting her soft, firm flesh through the material. Her breathing was picking up...I felt her nipple swell even more as I sucked it into my mouth through the now wet silk. Pam moaned and arched her breasts out to me.

I slid back up and whispered in her ear, "I love turning you on, Pam. Feeling your nipple get hard in my mouth makes me ache. I want to make you wet...so wet. I want to please you. Do you have any idea how much I love making your pussy wet? God! It's like some kind of drug!"

"You're not making me wet," Pam moaned, "you're making me soaked! I'm wetter than I've ever been before in my life...I can feel myself dripping. My thighs are wet!"

I held both of Pam's wrists in one hand. She wasn't resisting at all, but it was clear we were both enjoying this little dynamic. With my free hand, I traced my fingers down the length of her arm, across her breast - pausing to tweak her throbbing nipple - down over her belly to the waistline of her sexy, sheer black panties.

Slowly my fingertips traced the very edge of the fabric, down across the inside of her thighs...over the silk where it covered her mound, above her clit, never making direct contact with her hot sex.

Pam was twisting her hips, trying to make me touch her pussy. The little moans and gasps that came from her each time my fingers came close contrasted with the little groans and whimpers that followed their straying further away.

Without any warning, I quickly trailed one finger up the length of Pam's slit through the sheer fabric of her panties. Even as her hips thrust up off the mattress, her knees spreading almost unconsciously further apart, my finger was gone. The memory of that fleeting contact brought whimpers from Pam's throat.

Tracing slow, lazy circles all around, but never directly on her pussy. The fabric was now very wet. Pam wasn't kidding when she said she was soaked - her pussy was literally shiny and dripping with her eager arousal. Each time my fingers trailed over her inner thighs close to her pussy, the wetness was noticeable...I could feel it.

I brought my fingers to her mouth. Pam snaked out her tongue to flick across my fingertips.

I whispered in her ear again, "Do you want me to touch you?"

Pam looked at me...again with those hypnotising eyes...and said only one word, "Please."

I slipped my fingers easily underneath her loose fitting silk panties, down over closely cropped pubic hair. Her pussy was so soft! Perfect, wet, smooth swollen lips...sucking my finger inside her tight, squeezing sex. I could feel her wetness coating my fingers. I brought them to my mouth and sucked two of them deep, rolling my tongue over Pam's flavour before slipping them back between her open thighs.

The lightest strokes above her clit...then just a little more firmly. Letting the middle finger just lie along the length of her wet slit. Feeling her hips rocking my unmoving finger deeper inside her pussy as I lightly began to stroke up and down...feeling her open. I love that moment when my finger first penetrates a wet pussy...gently stroking...hooking up to touch the inside front wall...eventually finding that little bundle of nerves...that spot.

Pam had her hands around my neck...alternately pulling me to her by my shoulders, or stroking her hands up and down my arms. And she had that smile on her face. Her eyes were closed and she was grinning. This grin...this pure joy, blissful...can't begin to find words for that smile.

"I love...you...touching me," Pam gasped, "feels like...ohhhh...yesss..."

I was sliding two fingers slowly in and out of Pam's beautiful, wet pussy and circling my thumb over her clit, just above the hood, in rhythm with my fingers. Pam's wrists were still in my right hand, pinned above her head. As she began to move with my fingers, I felt her make just the slightest motion to free her hands. I gripped slightly harder. Just that...and just slightly.

The movement of Pam's hips against my fingers increased dramatically. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers as she moaned, "Yeah...you're going to touch me... any way you want to, aren't you? You make me so wet...and horny...I can feel you...hard against my hip. My hands are pinned...and I can't stop you...oh my god...ohhhh your fingers are in my pussy!"

I picked up the pace of my fingers. Pam's eyes were still closed, but the grin had been replaced by this very...sultry smile...that sat on the corners of her mouth. Not like the cat that ate the canary...more like the cat that had the canary exactly where she wanted it and could afford to be really smug about the inevitable.

"I love the way you feel, Pam," I breathed in her ear, "I love the way you taste. I love watching the way your body responds to my touch. You're so wet." My thumb gently pushed the hood over her clit back to lightly brush the pad of my thumb directly over her sensitive little bud. "I could lie here, pressing my body against you like this, touching your hot pussy for hours. I don't ever want to let you up, Pam...I just want to keep fucking you with my fingers...even after you cum."

"Oh my God! You could...I'd just keep cumming...OH Fuck! You'd...feel....me cumming.... You'd know. You would know...what you do to me."

Pam sucked my lower lip into her mouth. "You can...kiss me...when I cum. When your fingers make my...pussy...cum!" Her tongue licking and stroking, breath coming in gasps as her thighs began to tremble.

With a tiny shriek, Pam kissed me hard and closed her thighs around my hand, twisting sideways in my arms to face me as rhythmic spasms coursed through her body. Each stuttered breath was punctuated with a whimpering gasp only muffled by our passionate kiss.

As her thighs slowly relaxed around my hand, Pam continued to kiss me, lazily but so intimately, while I simply let my fingers rest inside her swollen pussy. I could feel her squeezing me, so I stroked my finger around in a small circle, making her gasp.

Pam was still dripping wet, but I could tell she was a little sensitive from having cum. I continued to tease her gently with my fingers as I kissed her eyelids.

"If I let your hands go, what would do with them?" I whispered in her ear.

"Hmmmm," Pam considered, "I can think of a few things. But if you keep teasing me like that, I know which one I'm gong to pick."

I let my finger hook up to caress that spot on the inside front wall, making her twist her hips and draw a sharp breath.

"OHHHH! Okay...if that's...ohhhhh...how you.....want to play....is...ah....."

I smothered Pam's mouth with a kiss, cutting off whatever she was about to say. She was moaning into my mouth and thrusting her hips at my fingers, but it definitely had an element about it...like being tickled...as good as it felt, I could tell the pleasure was simply too intense for her.

Pam exploded out of my arms, pulling her hands free. She put both hands flat against my chest and shoved my onto my back. And let me tell you, I mean Shoved. There are judo throws that don't put a man on his back that hard or that fast. In a flash she had straddled me and had each of my wrists in her hands, playfully pushing my hands back over my head. When in Rome.

With my hands securely pinned over my head by the sheer brute strength of this gorgeous young woman, she proceeded to ask if I enjoyed touching her pussy like that.

"I have to admit I did enjoy it," I grinned up at her.

"And there was nothing I could do to stop you," Pam looked me straight in the eye as she began rubbing her wet crotch and soaked silk panties back and forth over my cock. "You had your fingers in me...making me cum...and I had to just lie there and take it. I wonder what I should do, now that I have you pinned down."

I made a token effort to break free, making Pam slide up my body and rest her knees on my biceps. Now, at this point, I was pinned down. I mean, sure...I can throw this woman off me if it comes right down to it, but having a 130 or so pound woman leaning on your biceps with her knees while straddling your chest is simply one of those positions that do not call for sheer brute strength. If you haven't figured that out, stop reading now. Unplug your computer. How did you ever find this story, anyway?

I could feel her rocking her hips in little circles. She was looking right through me with those eyes. And the smile had changed again - it was...curious. Her hands stroked slowly up and down over her camisole, each pass bringing her fingers closer to the heat between her legs. Her nipples were straining against the silk - the sight of them made me try to touch them - trying to move my arms resulted in sharp little pains as her weight prevented me from moving. She felt the effort and reasserted her position, pressing down a little harder on my biceps.

Her hands delved between her legs, touching her pussy as she looked down at me. "I know exactly how to punish you for making me cum," she whispered, "I'm going to make you do it again." Her fingers slipped under the flimsy material covering her sex and pulled it to the side as she moved higher. I could see her glistening pussy, swollen lips, erect clit peeking out. Pam ran her fingers between her lips, spreading herself open before my eyes. "You're going to suck my pussy until I come, lover...and you have no choice."

With a deep moan, Pam lowered her wet pussy onto my lips and grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand. Her grip on my hair was almost painful, but coupled with the way she was grinding her hot sex onto my mouth, the fact that my arms were now free was of little consequence.

I buried my tongue inside her and sucked her engorged lips into my mouth. Pam was rocking her hips back and forth in a fucking motion, rubbing her clit across my probing tongue, twisting in little circles on contact. But she was in control of this...total control. Her other hand took a second handful of hair as her hips began spiralling up and down on my face.

"Oh God! Make me cum! I'm gonna fuck....you....lick me....make me cum...with your fingers like a slut...now who's the slut? Now you're...MY slut! Lick me, slut!"

Pam was wild. Her pussy was creaming on my lips and tongue, her words and breathing mixing vulgar promises and gasps for oxygen. She was so wet, so aroused, I could feel my cock twitching with desire to be inside this hot, wanton woman.

"Cumming...close...oh yesss!" My entire mouth, chin, cheeks and throat were coated with Pam's wetness. I swear I could feel her pussy contracting, spasming around my the tip of my tongue as she pressed her thighs tight to the sides of my head and screamed.