Pam's Sexual Awakening Pt. 02

Angela just stared sternly, refusing to answer.

"Ok," said Pam, conceding.

"Kelley would be fun. She's funny and it kind of seems like she would just take the lead on everything and I could just laugh and enjoy it."

Pam took a quick sip.

"But Erin is like actually pretty hot," she said, noticing Angela's eyes agreeing with her.

"She's thin and athletic and pretty and..."

Angela cut her off. "She would do what you told her to do," she said.

Pam bit the inside of her cheek.

"Yeah. I never thought about it, but that's it, right?"

Angela said somewhat sinisterly, "Should we call her?"

They both laughed.

"She's probably already asleep," joked Pam.

"We'll get her out one of these nights," said Angela.

Pam pursed her lips and shrugged, projecting some enthusiasm about the prospect.

...

Pam let out a little yawn as she looked at her empty glass. She drank four cosmopolitans and was starting to feel them.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I boring you?" Angela joked.

"No, not at all. I just never stay out this late," said Pam. "I should probably get going."

"It's only ten o'clock," said Angela bossily. "Can't you tell the sitter to hang on for another hour?"

"Oh, it's not that. My kids are at my mom's house tonight," said Pam.

Angela's face lit up.

"So are you going to invite me over for a night cap?" asked Angela with a flirty tone.

Pam smiled sweetly, just like in those moments when Jim had done something nice for her. She felt special, excited, and got butterfly's in her stomach.

With a glaze over her eyes, infatuated by the situation, Pam said, "Yes. Would you like to come over to my house for a night cap?"

Angela leaned toward Pam and kissed her on her cheek.

"I would like that," said Angela.

Pam's face turned pink as she couldn't contain a big smile. Angela, meanwhile, gathered her purse, and barked at the bartender for her check. She was buying the drinks. She insisted on it. This was a date, after all.

...

Pam laughed nervously as they got out of the car. It was a calm and breezy spring night, and the neighborhood was asleep. She hoped her laugh would disguise how nervous she was. It was her natural reaction when she felt uncomfortable. She thought back to years ago, when Danny Courdray told her that he thought she was too dorky to ask out on another date. Her response was natural, and proved Danny's point.

"Exuuuuuuuuse, me," she said, after making a jumbled noise and blushing uncontrollably.

That was just the way Pam was. She was shy, and not entirely confident. It didn't matter how many times Jim told her that she was beautiful, or how many times her former boss Michael Scott made inappropriate comments about her being hot. She was never quite comfortable in her own skin, but she had her ways of masking that.

She started to laugh again as she looked for her keys, fumbling items in her purse.

"I can't believe this is the first time you've been to our house," she said in a half whisper, as if somehow concerned that she would wake the neighbors.

"I can't believe this is the first time you've invited me here," Angela responded.

Pam finally located her keys and locked the car.

"I know," she said. "But you're here now!"

She shrugged her shoulders almost sarcastically and shot a smile toward Angela.

Angela said nothing. She just strutted up the sidewalk toward the front door of the Halpert's quaint three-bedroom home. Pam moved with her, fidgeting with her keys, looking for the right one to open the front door.

As she unlocked the door, she felt Angela's arm slide around her waist. She paused, and turned slowly. Angela's other hand moved to Pam's hip. As their hips squared up and touched, they kissed. Angela's lips met Pam's softly, and they held the position for a moment, almost frozen in time. Pam felt a rush of exhilaration. Her nerves were on fire. Her face was flushed, and a warm sensation came over her.

At once, she put her hands on Angela's petite waist and pulled her even closer. She opened her mouth and let Angela's tongue in. Angela spent a few seconds exploring. The tip of her tongue flicked against Pam's soft tongue, and Pam let out a soft hum.

Pam reached her right hand up to Angela's face as Angela softly kissed Pam's lips, occasionally giving small tongue flicks on her lips.

Pam pulled away quickly, worried that a neighbor would see her. The porch light was not on, and the two were covered in darkness, but Pam was hyper-aware, a trait that accompanied her when she was breaking the rules. She hurriedly finished unlocking the door and stepped inside. Angela stood behind her, holding her free hand, and using her other hand to hurry Pam through he door by pressing lightly on her lower back.

When they got inside, they wasted no time at all. As Pam shut and locked the front door, Angela continued kissing her, and began rubbing Pam's hips, which caused Pam to exhale audibly. As they exchanged short, sweet kisses, Pam began to walk backward toward the living room entrance. Her hands were on Angela's waist.

As they entered the living room, Angela directed Pam's hips to the leather easy chair in the corner of the room. It was Pam's favorite chair in the house. She spent hours reading, napping, and watching TV on this chair. It was oversized, which meant Pam nestled into it perfectly, and she loved pairing it with the ottoman. Sometimes she said it was more comfortable to sleep on than her bed.

Angela slowly guided Pam to sit down in the chair, and stood in front of her, Pam's hands on her hips. Pam looked up at Angela with an innocent half smile. Her eyes were glazed over, and almost pleading with Angela to show her the way.

Angela put her hands over Pam's hands and guided them to the button and zipper on the front of her jeans. Pam never broke eye contact, letting Angela's hands take hers wherever she wanted. The zipper came down, and Angela led Pam's hands to the sides of her jeans, helping Pam start to push them down on both sides.

Pam, who was still wearing her office slacks, leaned back, raised her hips, and let Angela wiggle her out of them. She bent at the hips, kissed Pam deeply, and in one motion started sliding Pam's pants all the way down her legs. Pam shifted in her seat a bit to allow them to come off her big hips and butt.

There the two co-workers were. Angela wore a tight fitting black tank top and black lace underwear. Pam sat on the leather chair in her v-neck t-shirt, her blazer still on, but now with no pants. Instead, just a pair of cute red underwear.

Angela crawled onto Pam's lap and straddled the buxom mother of two. She loved the way that Pam's thighs felt when she lowered her weight onto them. She started kissing Pam again, this time moving to Pam's neck, and nibbling on her ears. Pam's cheeks became flushed as she started moving her hips, allowing Angela's tight little butt to nestle perfectly in her crotch.

Angela kept kissing Pam's neck and started to kiss her chest, just above her breasts, which were showcasing ample cleavage by now. She tugged at the collar of the shirt and let one of her hands slip down Pam's shirt, cupping one of her breasts. She touched the inside of the breast, and felt the heat from between them. She laughed.

"Oh my gosh you have no idea how long I've wanted to play with these," she said.

She sat up and helped Pam take off her blazer. After dropping it to the side of the chair, she started to pull Pam's t-shirt up from the bottom, taking in the site of Pam's motherly body. She unclasped her bra, and removed it, throwing it behind her. Pam just stared at Angela, willing to let her do whatever she pleased.

Angela started slowly, just looking at Pam's big, pillow-like boobs. She grazed her hand over them, letting her fingertips just barely make contact with them. Pam's nipples were beginning to get hard. She kept rocking her hips to feel Angela's butt on her crotch. Angela began squeezing Pam's boobs. Lightly at first, but then she gave them a deeper massage.

Pam let out a quiet moan as Angela leaned down and began kissing her breasts. She held them in her hands like priceless porcelain heirlooms. She cherished them, and treated them accordingly. She kissed softly around the nipples, and flicked her tongue when she felt the nipples getting hard. She sucked and massaged them at the same time.

Pam closed her eyes. She loved having her boobs played with more than just about anything in the world.

Angela started to slide her butt down Pam's thighs until she was on her knees in front of Pam. She slid up, then, and crawled her tiny body into the side of the chair, almost as if she was trying to spoon Pam's body from the side. She let the side of Pam's thigh fit between her legs, in perfect position for her to grind slowly up her leg. When she got to the top, Pam's hip pressed firmly into her crotch, causing her to breath deeply.

Pam just sat, fully relaxed in the chair as Angela used the side of her body to please herself. Pam watched as Angela squeezed and caressed her breasts, almost as if she was searching and finding new soft spots with every grasp.

Angela began kissing Pam's shoulder, and with her right hand she softly picked up Pam's wrist, and guided her hand down to her own crotch. Pam was on fire. This was by far the most sensual experience she had ever had, and she didn't need much more guidance at this point.

Pam slipped her own hand underneath her panty line and began playing with herself. First, she rubbed just above her pussy.

Angela's kisses on her shoulders turned into kisses on her boobs, and at that, Pam began playing with the lips of her pussy. Her eyes were closed and it only took a moment for her to start fingering herself, first with one finger, and then with two. As she did, Angela let out small, sexy whimpers, encouraging Pam to keep pleasuring herself.

Angela, without looking, located Pam's wrist, and guided her hand out of her pussy. She slowly brought Pam's hand up to her face, smiled, and began sucking the two fingers that were just inside Pam. She ran her tongue up and down Pam's fingers like she did not want even a drop of Pam's juices to escape her.

Pam was completely flushed and almost lucid by now. Her body was frozen and just the feel of Angela's soft tongue on her fingers made her want to cum.

Just then, Angela started to stand up. Pam was melting into the chair, almost unable to move.

Standing next to the chair, Angela took Pam's hand and brought it up to her crotch. With both hands, she placed Pam's hand firmly against her pussy, with just her black panties blocking access. Pam slowly, lacking confidence, almost shyly, began rubbing over Angela's underwear. Angela stood, letting Pam get comfortable.

Pam shifted to her side on the chair, her boobs pouring over the arm rest, and used both hands to slide Angela's underwear down to her knees. She looked up at Angela with her mouth slightly open, and Angela turned her head before brining her hand back up to her exposed, tight, and cleanly shaved pussy.

Pam ran her fingers up and down the slit, feeling Angela's slippery juices, and spreading them timidly before sliding just one finger inside. Angela flexed her bottom and let out a sigh. At that, Pam slid her finger out and looked back up at Angela.

She took hold of Pam's wrist, and navigated it toward Pam's mouth. Pam looked nervous but excited. She tried her best to mimic what Angela did before. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with Angela, she put her mouth over her own finger, tasting Angela's sweet juices.

Angela used her other hand to cup Pam's face, brushing her hair back from her cheek, and watching the sweet receptionist slide her own finger in and out of her mouth.

With Angela's hand still on her wrist, Pam started licking between Angela's fingers until she offered up her index and middle finger for Pam to suck on. She let Pam suck for a few seconds before pushing her fingers with some bit of force toward the back of Pam's throat, causing her to gag just a little bit. Angela smiled.

"Sorry," she said.

But Pam knew she wasn't sorry, and she didn't mind either.

Angela stood back from the chair, stood up straight, and with both hands took off her tank top. With her body stretched out, her hands over her head, Pam saw that Angela had one of the sexiest, tightest little bodies she had ever seen. Angela immediately removed her bra, and out popped two perky little breasts with rock hard nipples. Pam stared for a moment, still overwhelmed by the moment. She thought for a second back to the last time she and Jim made love in that chair, and now here she was with Angela. A tingly sensation came over her. Her head was hot and flushed. Her lips were pouting. It was as if every part of her wanted to explode. This is the chair she got pregnant in for the first time. This was the chair she breast fed her babies in. This was the chair she shared with her kids when they watched movies together. It was almost too much for her.

Angela held out her hand to Pam, and Pam grabbed it, allowing Angela to help her out of the chair.

"Show me your room," said Angela.

Pam continued to hold her hand began walking toward the bedroom. Angela walked behind her, occasionally placing a hand on one of Pam's big butt cheeks, occasionally squeezing, and even sometimes pressing her crotch against her bottom. She adored Pam's mom body. It was soft and squishy in all the right places. Her butt sagged just a little bit, but it was enormous and beautiful. Her tummy had some definite squishy parts, and she had adorable little mommy love handles that gave her extra to grab onto.

When the two got into the bedroom, Angela said, "Oh this is beautiful. I love your bed!"

"Thank you," said Pam, moving toward the bed, dropping Angela's hand, and sitting on the edge.

Pam entered into a new level of confidence. She was no longer feeling timid. She was on fire and squarely in the moment.

As she sat down on the edge of the bed, she flipped her red hair back and shot Angela a sexy look. Her breasts laid down almost to her tummy, and she opened her legs just a bit and started to slide down her underwear.

Angela walked toward her and helped her finish sliding the underwear down her legs, stopping to kiss Pam's legs. First, she kissed her calves, and then the insides of her thighs. Pam laid back in anticipation as Angela crawled up onto the bed. She was on her knees, now looking down at Pam, who was laying flat on her back, her big beautiful boobs hanging to either side.

Without hesitation, Angela buried her face in Pam's drenched pussy. She licked the sides of her, and then ran her tongue up and down her lips. She licked up from Pam's bottom to the top of her pussy like an ice cream cone, causing Pam to let out a moan. The more Pam moaned, the deeper Angela buried her face. She shook her head with her tongue inside Pam, and let her nose get hung up on Pam's lips.

Pam's pussy was beautiful, in Angela's opinion. It was not perfectly tight, but it was clean and soft. There was just a small patch of red hair above it, and it was open just enough to be inviting.

After a few moments, Angela sat up. Her face was glistening with Pam's juices, and Pam started to play with herself while staring at the beautiful sight.

Noticing this, Angela started to play with her own boobs, putting on a show for Pam. She pinched her own nipples, smiled playfully, and licked her own lips.

The sight of Pam masturbating encouraged Angela to do the same, and within just a few seconds, the two were both staring at each other, working feverishly to get themselves off.

Angela kept playing with her own pussy, but started to move forward. She straddled Pam's torso, and started to slide up and down her tummy, leaving a trail of juices that created a particularly slippery foundation. On every slide forward, Angela's hips bumped against the bottoms of Pam's tits, which were like cushioned bumpers to tell her to slide back down. Angela started breathing heavily and offering squeaky moans on each thrust. With one hand she continued fingering herself. With the other, she grabbed one of Pam's tits as leverage as she grinded over her soft tummy.

Pam stopped fingering herself. Instead, she used both hands to squeeze Angela's tight little butt. Her heart was racing furiously as Angela used almost every inch of her body to please herself.

Angela paused and gently rolled Pam over to her stomach, now exposing her beautiful milky mom butt that Kelley had commented on in days past. Angela assumed the exact position she held when Pam was on her back and began sliding up and down over Pam's bottom.

This was exhilarating for Pam. For her, it was like being checked out in the office, but amplified to the nth degree. Angela was using her, and she was going to get herself off with Pam's soft, curvy body.

Pam closed her eyes and let Angela have her way, but just as soon as she surrendered, Angela slid down between her legs, placed her hands on Pam's butt cheeks, and started massaging. Within seconds, she used her hands to separate Pam's big cheeks, lowered her head, and gave a few little licks on the insides of the cheeks.

This alarmed Pam, but it felt amazing to her, so she continued to lay. What came next was not surprising, but Pam was indeed shocked by how it felt. Angela ran her tongue up the crack in Pam's butt, and poked just the tip of her tongue into Pam's tight ass hole. Pam let out a sigh. No one had ever touched her butt like this, and if you had asked her, she would have told you she didn't want anyone to touch her there. But now, she realized that it was heaven. Angela sat up and immediately put her finger right at Pam's rectum. She slowly inserted her index finger, and positioned herself on her knees behind Pam as if she was performing doggy-style on her. Pam rocked her hips and accepted the finger.

Angela used her other hand to insert a few fingers into Pam's now flaming hot pussy. She was finger fucking Pam from behind, and Pam started to thrust in rhythm, letting out beautiful moans on each thrust.

"Good girl," said Angela. "That's good. Just keep going."

"Oh my gosh, Angela. Don't stop," said Pam.

"Good girl," Angela said again. "Now cum for me, sweet girl. Cum all over my hand."

Pam yelled. She couldn't contain it anymore. She flexed her legs and had an orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuuckkk!" she said.

Angela removed her fingers and gave a soft massage on Pam's butt.

"That's good. That's good. What a sweet girl," she said.

Pam rolled over to her back once again, and Angela promptly laid down on her side. Angela gave Pam a soft kiss on her lips, smiled, and said, "You are absolutely the sweetest."

Pam couldn't get a word out. She was stunned, breathing heavily, and trying to gather her thoughts.

"I just.." she said. "I just..."

Angela laughed softly. "You don't have to say anything!"

"Did you cum?" asked Pam.

"I got awfully close," said Angela. "But this was good enough for me."

Pam laid on her side as Angela spooned her from behind, her hands softly tickling Pam's tummy. Pam fell fast asleep within seconds.