Pam's SeductionChapter 13by Theresa
Several weeks went by and Pam stopped thinking about Kevin and his leering glances. Her job kept her very busy, all through the holidays and then through the month of January with inventories and final accountings. Her sex life at home was more than enough to satisfy her, and apparently Frank as well, their single fling into the swinging scene fueled many late evening lovemaking sessions.
That all changed on Friday. Kelly called in the morning and explained that she and Brad were able to get a weekend deal at one of the local skiing resorts. They had two rooms, and four weekend passes and she thought that it would be perfect for her and Brad to take their daughter Heather and Pam's son Jason up for the weekend.
"What about Kevin," she asked.
"Kevin doesn't like to ski," Kelly replied. "He broke his ankle the first time he tried it and he quit after that."
"I was wondering," she continued, "if you'd look in on Kevin from time to time, if I could tell him you'd help him out if he had any problems while we're gone."
"Sure," said Pam, "it's the least we could do, if you're going to have Jason for the weekend."
"I doubt if he'll even call you. He's old enough to be on his own for three days. I just wanted him to have someone to fall back on in case he needed something."
"I know. We can do that for you. Consider it done."
"Thanks Pam."
"You have a great time. When are you leaving?"
"As soon as they all get home from school. Heather should be home at noon. Doesn't Jason have Friday afternoons off too?"
"He's got one class in the early afternoon, but he's usually home by 2. I could pack for him, so you can get a jump on traffic."
"That would be great, we'll pick him up around 2:30 then. Thanks again, Pam."
"Your welcome. See you around 2:30 then."
Pam went to Jason's room and pulled his skiing gear from the top shelf of his closet. He'll love this weekend, she thought, as she laid out some clothes for him. She envied him a bit, spending the weekend in the mountains. She loved it there, and wished that she and Frank could take a weekend or two each winter to ski. One thing or another always seemed to come up though and they let winter after winter pass by without going.
Just then, the phone rang again, and she hurried to the master bedroom to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Babe."
"Hi Frank, I didn't expect you to call."
"Who did you expect?"
They both laughed at that. "I have a call in to Mel Gibson, but no luck so far." She replied.
"Maybe he'll call and keep you company this weekend. I have to go to Sacramento again."
"Again? Can't they do anything by themselves?"
"Apparently not. The Caltrans inspectors are pissed and they want me to fly up and settle them down. Could you pack a couple of things for me? I'll be home in about an hour to pick them up."
"Sure, honey. Can I pack myself too?"
"I'd love that. I'll pick up an extra ticket for you at the airport and we can make a weekend of it."
"Oh damn, I can't. I promised Kelly I'd look out for Kevin this weekend." She went on to explain about the skiing trip.
"He can stay home by himself, he's 19 isn't he?"
"Yeah, but I told Kelly I'd look out for him. When will you be back?"
"Late Monday at the earliest."
They both paused for a moment, as each of their minds raced along the same lines.
"This might be a good weekend for one of us," Frank said with a chuckle.
"What do you mean," asked Pam, knowing full well what he meant.
Frank laughed and said, "I'll see you in an hour or so, Babe."
Pam hung up the phone and started packing for Frank, her mind running rampant at the possibilities of the weekend. All the old feelings came back with a rush, making her a bit dizzy. Would Frank want anything to happen, she wondered?
The time seemed to fly by as she finished packing for her men and she heard Frank's truck pull into the driveway. She met him at the door and he kissed her.
"I gotta go if I'm gonna catch this plane," he said.
"Here's your bag, have a great flight."
Frank paused for a moment before he headed out. "Babe," he said, looking deeply into her eyes, "what ever happens, happens."
He smiled at her and nervously she smiled back. He put his suitcase down and pulled her into his arms. "I love you Pam."
"I love you too," she whispered, holding him almost fiercely.
"If anything does happen," he continued, promise me you'll tell me about it, ok?"
"You really want to know?"
"Hell, I wanna be there," he chuckled. They kissed deeply and Frank rushed off and headed for the airport.
Pam was dazed by it all. Her renewed lust for Kevin surfacing after lying dormant for months, the opportunity to finally taste this forbidden fruit, with, she added to herself, the unspoken blessings of her husband… it was simply too much to digest at once.
She didn't get a chance to think about it though, because Jason arrived home soon after Frank left. Pam explained about the unexpected weekend in the mountains and his eyes lit up.
"I'll get my skis," he said and rushed off to the garage. She heard him clattering around for them and smiled to herself, idly wondering if he was more excited about the skiing or about the opportunity to spend a weekend with Heather, virtually unsupervised.
She went upstairs and brought Jason's overnight bag down for him. He emerged from the garage, skis in hand as she came back down.
"I packed a bag for you too, Brad and Kelly will be here in a little bit to pick you up," she said.
"Ok, what did you pack?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, Jason opened the bag and inspected his mother's choices.
"How'd I do?" she asked as he rummaged.
"Hey Mom, you did great," he said with a grin.
"Ok then, have a great trip. Be careful." They both heard the sound of the car horn from the street.
"I will, Mom," he said.
She kissed him on the cheek and helped him carry his stuff to the car. Brad got out and helped Jason attach his skis to the roof rack and they put his bag in the trunk with the others.
"I left a note for Kevin on the counter, explaining where we went," Kelly said to Pam.
"Oh, alright," Pam replied.
"I told him to call you if he needed anything. Let us know if he does, and if we have to, we'll reimburse you for anything."
"Don't worry about it, go. Have a great time."
The two women smiled at each other and Brad slipped the car in gear.
"Good bye," Pam called. "Have fun."
She wondered, as they drove away, if they had a clue about her feelings of lust for Kevin. Probably not, she told herself. She went back into the house and wondered if they would even mind. After the adventures they shared that one evening two months ago, she doubted it. They both seemed very casual about sexual matters. The four of them had tried to schedule another get together since, but with competing schedules, it just hadn't happened. Pam congratulated herself on being invited to partake with Kelly and Brad again. She and Frank must have done alright, else they wouldn't have asked.
Pam went upstairs and decided to take a shower. She didn't really feel dirty again, and she'd already showered this morning, but she felt that tingle and the shower was an ideal place to relieve it. As she undressed, her mind wandered once more. She wondered if Kevin would find her desirable. Her nipples perked up in the cool air as she removed her bra. Or did they? She felt herself getting very moist, the lewd thoughts of what might be turning in her mind. She started the water in the shower and removed her jeans and panties. As she waited for the water to heat up, she studied herself in the mirror. She could stand to lose a few pounds, she frowned, but then again, most women her age had the same problem. Her hands ran over her breasts and she shivered. Maybe she was deluding herself, maybe Kevin didn't want her at all.
No, she thought, remembering his stiffness. He wants me. More confident now, she stepped into the shower and relished the warm water soaking her. As she did, her hands explored her familiar flesh, her fingers lightly tracing over her skin, teasing herself, gently tugging her nipples as she recalled Kevin's stare and his obvious arousal. Her own arousal couldn't be denied either and her hands worked lower, finding her erect button, gently circling it. The image of Kevin in the bushes, watching her suck Frank came back to her, it seemed etched in her mind, frozen as his hand stroked his cock, wishing he could have her… wishing he could take Frank's place.
She felt her orgasm build and she deliberately left herself on the edge of cumming. Her body shook with pent up tension, and she imagined the feel of his young, inexperienced hands groping her wildly, his hips flailing out of control as he mounted her, she'd guide him, moving her hips for him, not wanting to quell his youthful exuberance, wanting to taste his raw passion and see the wonder in his eyes as he finally entered her. That did it for her and she tumbled into her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gulps as she convulsed.
It seemed hours later when she finally returned to earth. Reluctantly, she turned the water off and dried herself. I wonder, she thought, what I should wear for Kevin. Something casual, something sexy, but not overly so. She decided on her new jeans Frank bought her for Christmas. They were tight and showed her butt off very nicely. Yes, she thought, with my pink sweater. Just enough for him to wonder what she wore underneath. She smiled as she selected her lingerie with care, knowing once he saw what she wore under clothes, he'd attack her.
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