Chapter 14: The Gift of Love

The three of us adjourned to the lounge room. Caitlyn sat in an easy chair, and Pamela and I sat on the sofa while Pamela proceeded to tell me what she had been doing since returning from our holiday together.

“I have so much to tell you. It’s hard to know where to start. The first thing I had to do was to contact the area manager for Harmony Travel and ask her how easy it was to get a transfer to Kurlinin or Bunbury.

“She told me that it simply came down to vacancies but she knew a job would be available in Bunbury in April due to a lady leaving to have a baby. I told her I might want the job and I would let her know after this weekend.”

“But what ab...” I interrupted.

“Shush, Tim, don’t interrupt. I’m sure I will answer all your questions as I go along if you let me.”

“Caitlyn and I have decided to move to Kurlinin, Australind, or Bunbury.

“Tomorrow, we have an appointment with a Real Estate Rep to look at a house in Australind. The house is fantastic from what I can see online.

“It’s two-story with great views to the Leschenault inlet and ocean. It has three bedrooms, with two leading onto an upstairs balcony, and a kitchen to die for that’s been recently renovated. Below-ground pool, a formal lounge, dining room, an office, and a rumpus room all for $650,000.” Pamela brought up the house on her laptop. “What do you think?” She asked.

“Looks good,” I replied noncommittally.

“I’m going to buy it tomorrow.”

I held up my hand.

“Can I ask a question?” I felt like I was back at school, asking the teacher for permission to answer a question.

“Okay, Tim. What do you want to ask,” said a disgruntled Pamela.

“That’s a great-looking house, but have you got your finances pre-approved?” I asked.

“No need. I’m a cash buyer,” replied Pamela.

“Where did all the money come from?” As soon as I said it, I realised it was a mistake, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that question.”

“It’s a long story, but it is from Kevin’s death. For your info, I have $2.7 million in my bank account.

“Getting back to what I was saying, we have a 2 pm appointment tomorrow to view the house, and I would love you to come along and see what you think.”

“Glad to,” I replied.

“Caitlyn will go to Grace Christian College in Bunbury as soon as we can move in, and I will wait for the job to become available in Bunbury, even if it means not working for a while, and then I will take up full-time employment there.”

“It looks like you have been busy since we were on holiday. Then continued, “What about you, Caitlyn? What do you think about this move?” I asked.

“I think it’ll be great. The house has a pool, and I love to do a lot of swimming. I know Mum will like it because we’ll be close to where you live, and hopefully, it won’t take me too long to settle into my new school.”

“When your mum and I first met, I thought the distance between us would be too much. And things wouldn’t work, but hey, I’m wrong.

“You know you can go skinny dipping in our pool. Don’t you?” I said, teasing Caitlyn.

“Yuk, someone might see me with no clothes on.”

“You should try it someday. It feels very different from when you have bathers on; it’s liberating.

“Maybe I’ll try it one day.”

“Are you trying to corrupt my daughter,” Pamela said playfully while turning red-faced.

“Have you been skinny dipping before?” I asked Pamela to switch the focus of attention onto her.

“I’ve been topless but not naked. I’m sure I will try it soon.”

It had taken most of the afternoon to discuss what Pamela and Caitlyn had planned for their future, and I was happy knowing Pamela would now be only 20km away from where I lived and 10km away from where I worked, and it looked like things were going to work out for us after all.

Pamela and I sat outside in the warm evening air, having a relaxing drink before preparing and cooking tea. “You know, when you called me all excited, I thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant and we could expect a little one in nine months’ time.”

Pamela laughingly said, “Do you want to have a baby with me? I must admit I hadn’t thought about having another child. I believe, I might be too old to go through all that again.”

“That’s okay, sexy. I hadn’t planned on having a kid with you, nor would I ask you to have one with me. As I mentioned, I have never had children, and at almost forty-three, I don’t think I want to start now.”

“So we both agree. No babies.”

“Too right.”

For tea, we had a mixed grill that I cooked on the BBQ, with Pamela taking care of the potatoes and salads inside.

As we were eating, I asked the girls for their help tomorrow.

“I would like you both to come to the furniture store with me and help me select a new lounge suite, please,” I said.

Caitlyn looked to her Mum, and Pamela responded for both of them.

“We’d be happy to help you.”

“Great, can you be ready for nine? We can select the furniture, have lunch, then go to Australind and buy your new home.”

“We’ll be ready,” Pamela stated.

Soon afterwards, Caitlyn disappeared to her bedroom, and Pamela and I started to make out like horny teenagers, kissing and feeling each other up, both of us looking forward to what will happen, after Caitlyn had gone to bed.

Around 10pm, Pamela checked on Caitlyn and found she had fallen asleep on top of the bed covers while playing with her phone. Pamela didn’t disturb her but rearranged the covers so that she did not wake up cold in the morning before returning to the lounge in her usual night-time attire, a pair of panties. I always look forward to seeing Pamela in her panties, showing her beautiful body to me.

I walked over to Pamela and took hold of her, embracing her shapely form, rubbing my hands up and down her back while gently kissing her.

“Let’s go to bed,” I said.

“Don’t you want to spank me tonight?”

“No, I don’t. I want to take you to bed and make love to you.”

We walked to my room hand in hand, lay on the bed facing each other, and began to caress each other’s bodies. Gently, I stroked Pamela’s face and started to kiss the nape of her neck. A very sensitive spot for her. I kissed all over her neck and nibbled her ear, “Mmmmm, that’s nice,” she murmured as I quickly kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth, searching for my tongue. Too late, I was now kissing her on the other side of her neck, my rock-hard cock slowly pushing up and down on the outside of her panties. Pamela pushed her hips against my groin, increasing the friction. I kissed the nape of her neck again, eliciting further soft moans of approval. Pamela was arching her back every time I nibbled her neck.

My hands gently cupped her breasts and began to massage them, then I softly rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger all the time my cock rubbed against her mound, my lips never left her neck, “Oh, oh, this feels so good, touch my pussy,” moaned Pamela.

I kissed my way down to her right breast, licking around her areola, then sucking her erect nipple into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue. I did the same with her other nipple before alternating between the two.

She was highly aroused, arching her back, her hips gyrating and thrusting against my hard cock, and her panties had a wet spot in the crotch. “Please put your mouth on my pussy. I need to feel you. I’m so turned on.”

As I went back to kissing her neck, I moved my left hand gently stroking her tummy, and Pamela tensed, expecting me to go lower, but continued rubbing her belly and lightly stroking her pubic mound through her panties, “Oh please stop teasing, please fuck me. I can’t take this anymore.” I moved my left hand to the inner thigh of her left leg. Pamela stretched her legs as wide as they could go in anticipation of me touching her pussy, but I lightly stroked her inner thigh up and down, and then I did the same to her right leg. Only then did I start to kiss Pamela passionately. Her hands were in my hair, then rubbing up and down my back, and still, I hadn’t touched her pussy. “Tim, I’m begging you, please fuck me. Lick my clit, finger me, pleeease do something, stop teasing me. I’m on fire, and I need to feel your big cock in me, please, please.”

I kissed my way down her body to the top of her panties, then used my teeth to slowly drag her panties down a little, just enough to expose her pubic hair. Pamela arched her back as I ran my nose and lips through her muff, savouring the aroma emanating from her highly aroused cunt. Pamela placed her hands on the top of my head and pushed downwards. “Put your tongue on my clit, lick me, please lick me. I need to cum, I’m begging you.” I pushed her panties down to her knees, and you could see her pussy juice seeping out of her, running down the crack of her arse. My fingers traced the flow of the clear sticky goo to her back door opening, “Oh, Yes, I like that,” moaned Pamela.

Pamela’s hips rose off the bed, trying to work my fingers inside of her. She was panting with desire, “Fuck me, just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore, please. I’m begging you, please do me.”

Finally, I took pity on my sexy lady and removed her panties, then my tongue went to her clit, at the same time as I pushed two fingers into her hot steamy cunt. No sooner than I started to lick her nub and finger her pussy Pamela climaxed. “I’m cumming,” Pamela screamed as her cum covered my lips and chin.

My cock and balls were aching and looking for relief. I lined my hard-on up against Pamela’s love tunnel and gently slid in balls deep in one go. Once I had bottomed out, I continued to push hard against Pamela’s pubic mound, enjoying the feel of having my manhood buried deep inside her.

I started with long, slow strokes, pulling almost out, then back in balls deep. Pamela placed her arms around my back and held me tight, her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locked around mine; our lips met, our tongues danced, and we coupled as one.

My pace increased, and I started to slam hard into her. Every time I thrust in, she moaned into my mouth, making me thrust harder, pummeling her cunt. A feeling of deja vu washed over me as her nails raked up and down my back. I thrust hard, and Pamela dug her nails in harder. I broke free of her grip, pushed her ankles behind her head, then taking hold of her wrists, I held them tight at the side of her head, not letting go. Pamela was moaning, groaning, and shouting obscenities at me as I nailed her to the bed. Every thrust felt like I was pushing her through the mattress.

My muscles began to tighten, and my balls withdrew inside my body. I slammed into her, who had closed her eyes. She was out on planet ecstasy, and I wanted to join her.

With a few more thrusts, I felt my sperm shoot out of my cock and bathe Pamela’s cervix. I kept pushing against her groin, her pussy muscles squeezing me, milking my cock. It was so warm inside Pamela’s pussy which was full of both of our cum. It had a messy and gooey sticky feel to it.

“I love you, Pamela, I love you.”

Pamela’s eyes shot open wide, “Oh Tim, I love you, I love you too,” she gleefully and excitedly replied.

After declaring my love for her, my cock was not showing any signs of losing its hardness as I lay on top of Pamela, kissing her deeply and gently grounding my pubic bone against her. “You’re still hard. I can feel you moving around inside me,” she gasped.

About once a year, I find I can continue fucking without losing my erection, and today was my and Pamela’s lucky day. The passion dial had been turned up high.

Pamela pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, kissing me all over my face and neck, nibbling my ear, then my lips across my chest, and licking and biting my nipples. All the time, her hands were ruffling my hair as she humped my cock.

I broke our kiss and said, “Wanna sit on my face?” With a beaming smile, Pamela crawled up my body and placed her pussy on my mouth. As soon as she was settled, I licked my cum from her pussy.

“I love it when you eat me out after you have cum inside me,” Pamela said lovingly.

Pamela was not just wet. She was sopping with both my and her cum inside her. Our combined fluids dripped out of her and onto my chin, her prominent clit clearly visible beneath her hood. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and licked her slit up and down, then back up to flick her clit, enjoying her musky taste and smell.

Staring upwards at her as she sat on my face I watched as Pamela played with her breasts, kneading and pushing them together, then pinching her nipples as I pleasured her nether regions.

My tongue moved from her slit to her clit, licking it, then sucking her nub into my mouth, then moving down to her perineum, licking it between her puckered ring and pussy, followed by long stokes back up to her clit. Pamela was gyrating her hips on my face, “Oh yes, this feels so good, I love it, I love you,” she said.