Hi, I'm Pam. I'm 18, out of high school and thinking about college when I save enough money. I work in a very upscale ladies shop lying to all the vain older women about how much thinner the dress makes them look, or how much younger etc, etc. Ugh I want to throw up. But the ladies are very good to me, slipping me tips and asking for me when they come in. I guess I shouldn't be so cynical. When I'm not working I am doing one of two things, having sex with my gf or bf or writing about it.
I go about once a month to a kind of class for writers. Of course the stories I take are about horseback riding or something but not sex. Wouldn't that freak the older ladies out??? Lol lol lol. A couple of weeks ago at class I couldn't keep my eyes off of this gorgeous lady who was there as a patron. She is beautiful, figure to die for, long jet black hair; I was in love at first sight. I thought to myself her pussy must be beautiful covered with that jet black hair.
The other day this same lady came into the shop. When she saw me she actually smiled and came over to me.
"Aren't you in the writers class that meets on Wednesday night, she asked.
"Yes I am," I replied "and I remember seeing you there the other night."
"I didn't get the opportunity to read any of your stories, what do you write about?"
"Mostly about horse back riding and horses and 4H. But I've written a little about teen and adult relationships," I replied.
She looked at me and smiled and said, "Like really personal relationships? Like sex?"
I must have turned beat red cause she smiled and changed the subject. "I'm here to pick up a new suit. Can you help me?" she asked.
I put on my most professional look and asked exactly what was she looking for. She told I and we went over to the rack of suits and I pulled out a couple. She looked them over and told me I had very good taste. I thanked her and asked her if she wanted to try them on. She looked at me like Duh and I picked them up and headed for the dressing rooms.
I left her wishing I could stay and help her but that would be just a little too obvious. Fifteen or twenty minutes later she came out wearing one of the suits. She looked really good in it. It fit like it was made for her. She asked me what I thought and I told her it was just right. She agreed but said there was a loose button that would have to be fixed. I looked at it and didn't see anything wrong with it but agreed. Paula went back to the dressing room and came out and handed me the suit. I laid it a side while I took her credit card. After she signed the slip she laid it down and put a $20 bill on it.
"You will drop the suit off to me when it's ready won't you?" she said.
"Of course," I said as I handed her a pen and paper. "Please write your address down."
While she was writing I took the suit back to the alteration department and went back out front.
"Your suit will be ready this afternoon. I get off at 5 and could drop it off then if it's convenient," I said.
"That would be great," she said. "See you later."
Twenty minutes after five found me knocking on her door. The door opened and there was a vision of pure sex. Paula was in a tight t shirt and baggy jogging shorts. It was obvious that she wore no bra because her nipples were sticking straight out.
"Hi come on in," she said. She took the suit from me and hung it in the closet. "Would you like something to drink? How about a vodka Collins?"
"How did you know that is my favorite?" I laughed.
"Tell me about the stories you write, the really interesting ones." She said.
I felt so comfortable talking to Paula it was like I had known her for years. I blurted out, "Well I am a real slut and I write about my experiences." After I said it I wished I hadn't but it didn't faze Paula at all.
"If you are bi I think we are going to get along famously," she said. "Do you like the taste of a woman's pussy?"
"Oh yes," I replied.
I had drunk only about half my drink when Paula picked our two drinks up and dumped then in the sink. I must have looked at her with a really surprised look because she said,
"If something happens between the two of us this afternoon it's not going to be because one or both of us were drunk."
I thought this lady is really cool. I was beginning to like her more and more as time went on.
"Why don't we go into my office and you write me a story," she said.
I followed her and was soon seated at her computer with a brand new word document open and titled "Paula and Pam."
I started the story at the dress shop only I went into the dressing room with her and helped her. While I was in there we kissed and played. I couldn't believe it but while I was writing Paula was standing behind me. Her hands started out on my shoulders but soon were caressing the sides of my face, down my shoulders to my arms and then across to my chest very close to my tits. I glanced down and my nipples were the size of olives and felt really constricted in my bra and blouse. I started writing things like she was tickling my ears and Paula would. Then I wrote she took her top off and Paula did. Then I wrote she rubbed her beautiful breast on the side of my face, and Paula did. It was while her nipple was tracing a path around and around on my cheek that I moved my head and took her in my mouth. She pushed her tit hard against my face and I sucked and nibbled. Her hand was on my breast, tweaking the nipple between two fingers.
I still had on my blouse and pants. She pulled the chair back and asked me to stand. Then she began removing my cloths while I kissed and sucked her tits some more. I pushed her shorts down to find a well trimmed pussy framed with jet black hair. I wanted my face there but I wasn't the one playing lead.
We were both nude as she took my hand. "Your story is going to have to wait," she said as she led me to her bedroom. "We are about to write chapter two."
I had the feeling that I was in for some reallllly goooood sex with this lady. I just hoped I could make her happy in return. Paula definitely led the way. Her mouth and lips were moist as she kissed me; her hand traveled my body with the lightest touch I had ever felt. I had goose bumps all over as she felt every where. There were some toys on a table by the bed and the one that caught my eye was a big black strap on that must have been 10 inches long and three inches thick. She told me to get on all fours and I thought she was going to fuck me with the black tool but instead I felt her licking around my pussy from the rear and then up between the crack between my buns. I was about to cum. Her tongue felt like velvet as it explored. She pushed just the tip into my rose bud and then continued licking up and down. I had never had anyone do this to me before and had never had the mind boggling feelings that it produced. She lay down on her back and pulled my love hole down to her face. I begged her not to stop and she didn't. I finally squirted love juice all over her until she pulled me down closer to her mouth so it sealed off my cunt. Then she took every drop of my effort into her mouth and swallowed. I collapsed on the bed and she moved so she could embrace me. I felt so content to lay there in her arms, enjoying her tits rubbing mine and her pussy pressed against mine. We didn't say a word for some time. There was nothing in my vocabulary to describe how wonderful I felt. She started to get up but I held onto her hand and protested.
"I want to try to please you like you just pleased me," I begged.
"Not now dear, my husband will be home in a few minutes and I've got to get you out of here. That should work for chapter two shouldn't it?" She joked. "And someday soon we'll work on chapter three."