Pam's SeductionChapter 9by Theresa
What to wear, what to wear, Pam thought while standing in her closet. Ideally she'd put on her sluttiest outfit, but for what appeared to Frank as an informal barbecue with the neighbors, a leather mini skirt, halter top and five-inch heels was over the edge. She settled on a pair of white short shorts, and a cropped T-shirt. Informal, revealing, and it accented her slender body perfectly. Before she stepped into the shower, she laid out a pair of shorts for Frank as well, Navy blue Dockers and a light blue tank top. He'd catch the hint she hoped.
In the bathroom she slid her clothes off for the fourth time that day and chuckled at the number. Might be easier all around if I just stayed naked, she thought. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the sink and paused for a bit. She eyed herself critically, and thought she looked pretty good after 42 years. Still trim, breasts sagged a bit, nothing to be done about that, she thought. Her face was still pretty though, brown eyes, brown hair, a ready smile, and after Brad's reaction, as well as Kevin's, she knew she still had what it took to arouse a man. If anything, she was better now than she was twenty years ago, but some things just had to ripen.
As the shower warmed, she laid her towel out and climbed into the shower. Poor Kevin. She recalled her high school and college years with a grin as she showered. She'd waited until the summer before her senior year to become sexually active, well, sexually active to the point of orgasming with a man. Until then, it was all petting and furtive gropings. Knowing what she knew now, those days were naïve. The enthusiasm of youth couldn't make up for the patience and staying power of an older, more experienced lover. Or could they?
She recalled the raw excitement of youth, the seemingly everlasting erections of her first real lover, a young man named Brian. They met in college, freshman year and he appeared so experienced and talented to her at the time. Years of marriage changed that perception of course, but at the time, well, she simply didn't know any better.
That freshman year, lost in lust. Brian was ready and willing anytime and anywhere. For that matter, so was she. This condition of perpetual horniness got them into trouble on numerous occasions, including, she recalled with a certain Biology professor and his precious lab. They'd snuck into it between classes, for a morning quickie. He'd placed her on one of the lab tables in the deserted room and as she stood on the table, bent over double, he stood behind her, thrusting quickly, almost violently when the Professor walked in, and caught them in the act. She giggled at the surprised look on his face, doubly funny since he was a Biology specialist. What did he expect, anyway?
I wonder, she thought, recalling those days of youth if Kevin could be taught properly. She imagined his youthful exuberance coupled with some experience might just be a devastating combination. She could teach him, of that she was sure. I'd lay him down, perhaps restrain him somehow. He'd be all hands and wild thrustings and ejaculate. If he'd learn to pleasure her first, learn that pleasing his partner carried it's own rewards, with it's reciprocal pleasures, bestowed on him by her willingly, as an active partner, instead of an object, well, she'd be doing a great service to the eventual Mrs. Kevin.
That's the problem with men at his age, she thought. Much too concerned with their own pleasures, not realizing that a bit of patience, a bit of learning what pleased their partners would give them all that they really craved, instead of that hurried rushing to get their cocks into what ever orifice presented itself as quickly as they could for fear of the opportunity slipping away. Not knowing a pleasured woman, a truly satisfied woman would return again and again, not only for pleasure, but also to pleasure.
She'd start Kevin off with something quick, something to take a bit of the steam out of him. Sucking him to climax would do that nicely, she thought, and not only would she get to taste him, he'd be relaxed and ready to focus on other things. He'd be spread-eagled on the bed, his cock wilting slightly after his cumming and she'd sit on his stomach, naked, and show him how she liked to be touched. Her fingers found her nipples, already stiffened with the suggestions of her thoughts and she gently thrummed them with her fingers, each digit brushing just the hard nubbins as she fanned her fingers over them and stroked upward. "Like this, Kevin," she'd tell him. He'd watch with a pillow behind his head, and she would feel his hardness begin to grow again, placed between her ass cheeks.
"Don't pinch them, be gentle, a woman wants a gentle touch," she'd instruct. "Flick them lightly with your tongue," and she'd bend over him, placing one and then the other over his eager mouth. "Don't suck them, gentle," she'd admonish. Pam could imagine his eager lips latching on, grasping and she'd pull away, teasingly, aching with need.
"That's it, gently circle them," she'd coo as she'd return them to his mouth. After a bit, she'd sit back up and continue with her lessons. A woman likes to be touched gently, all over. As she'd say this, her hands would roam along her body, gently stroking her skin, moving lower. His eyes would be locked on her hands, hoping she'd find her most intimate parts, but she'd keep him wondering as she'd stroke her belly and spread thighs. His cock would be fully hard by now, pressing against her ass, wanting to enter her again, and she'd give him that pleasure soon, very soon, but first she had more to show him.
"Have you ever kissed a girl here?" she'd ask, running a finger deftly along her wet slit. "Kiss me there, Kevin," she'd say and crawl up his body, inching her way to his mouth. Propped on his face now, she imagined what his tongue would feel like on her aroused flesh and she'd instruct him how to please her.
"Lightly Kevin, right there, no, up just a bit, up... yes... Yesssssss..." she'd purr as his tongue found her clit. "Gently upward, tiny flicks, it's not an ice cream cone ya know."
Pam's fingers duplicated the imagined tongue on her pussy as she stood with her back to the showerhead and warm water ran down her body. The familiar feelings surged through her as she stroked herself, imagining her lessons, "That's it... oh yes, that's very nice, Kevin."
"I like long strokes now, with your tongue... still gentle, lick upwards, always towards my clit," she'd instruct. "Oh, so slowly... yes. I'll lower myself when I want it harder. Just go slowly and I'll cum with your tongue." By now she'd be rocking back and forth, directing his tongue against her wet slit, lowering herself slightly as the tip of his tongue reached her aroused nub. "I'm going to cum, Kevin. Going to cum right on your face." She pictured herself on the bed this way, her hands steadying her body racked with pre-orgasmic spasms, knuckles white as she clenched the head board.
"Oh God, I'm cumming," she'd moan and would dance her hips wildly on his face as she came. In real life she came as well, her fingers rubbing her clit vigorously, lost in her daydream, coaxing one more climax from her sexually charged body. Time and space returned to her slowly as she returned from heaven once again. She had to get out of the shower and get dressed. Her continuing lessons would have to wait, and, in the mean time, she thought with a grin, her own lessons with Kelly and Brad would begin very soon.
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