Chapter 7: A Night with Pamela

Today was the last day of the school year, Thursday, the 14th of December 2017. I hadn’t resigned yet, as I wanted to be paid during the school holidays, and I was planning to give my notice on the 2nd of January.

On the last day of term, the teachers are just babysitters. The kids play games, have water bomb fights, including the teachers, and generally have fun.

At long last, the siren goes, and it is time to say farewell. No one at school knows I won’t be returning next year, so it’s the usual kisses and hugs, wishing each other a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

I save the last goodbye for Roxanne. This kiss and cuddle with a squeeze of her arse has more passion than I gave the others. Gee whiz, would I like to have her in bed again, bisexual or not? She was a great fuck.

Later that night, I received two phone calls, one from Macca asking if I would like an invite to Daryl’s New Year’s Eve party, “Yeah, that would be great. Thanks, mate, I would love to come along.”

Daryl owns a large trucking company in Bunbury. His home is on the outskirts of town, set on a 20-acre bush block. His parties are a blast and are by invitation only, and everything is supplied.

The second call was from Pamela, asking what I was doing on Christmas Day. I told her I would be visiting my parents and spending the night at their place. Pamela asked if I would like to have dinner with her and Caitlyn on Boxing Day. She said she had to work but would be home by 4 pm. I agreed and said I would be at her place around four.

I decided to buy Christmas presents for both Pamela and Caitlyn. I bought Pamela a bottle of Chanel #5 and Caitlyn a bottle of Calvin Klein Obsession.

On Christmas Day, I faced a two-hour drive to my parent’s place battling the freeway traffic. The freeway was packed, crawling along at a snail’s pace. Yeah, I do like living in the bush, not having to put up with this crap each day. It would drive me mad! I finally arrived at my parent’s home at 3 pm.

We greeted each other warmly, then moved out to the patio to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon. I told Mum and Dad about the new job, and they were very happy for me.

The day wore on, and we started drinking. Mum had prepared a cold Christmas dinner. Turkey, Ham, Prawns, Crayfish, pasta and potato salad, fresh garden salad, and garlic bread. We all tucked in, our plates overflowing with food. After dinner and feeling stuffed due to overeating, we exchanged presents.

The next day, I helped Dad around the home doing some odd jobs that were now getting beyond him due to his advancing years. Lunch was leftovers from last night’s dinner, and after a few more hours of talking mainly about sports until eventually, it was time to go to Pamela’s.

It was a twenty-minute drive between Carine and Morley, and I arrived just after four.

Pamela has a small two-bedroom villa (in a complex of eight), with a lounge, a combined kitchen dining room, and a patio in the backyard.

Pamela greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Caitlyn was by her side, watching intently. Caitlyn was intrigued as to who this strange man was. Her mum had talked so much about me since her weekend at the conference.

When Pamela introduced her daughter to me, I realised I hadn’t a clue how I should say hello to her, never spending time with teens. Caitlyn made the decision for me by hugging me. What a relief that broke the ice nicely. I said to Caitlyn, “You can call me Tim.”

I placed the two small presents under the Christmas tree, then Pamela took my hand and led me to her sofa. We sat down next to each other as Caitlyn sat in an armchair opposite, never taking her eyes off me. I knew I was under scrutiny from her, like she wanted to put a protective barrier around her mum, warding off any predators. She was like a guard dog on alert, unsure whether to attack the stranger in her house or not.

As I faced a two-hour drive home, I was not drinking, although Pamela had a glass of white wine and Caitlyn a non-alcoholic punch.

Pamela had bought chicken and prawn kebabs to cook on the BBQ for tea, which I volunteered to do.

Caitlyn took me outside to show me the BBQ. I fired up the barbie and cleaned the plates before going inside to get the Chicken and Prawn kebabs.

Pamela passed me the food to cook and said, “You and Caitlyn seem to be getting on well together.” Little did I know what was to come next!

Once, the chicken kebabs were on the barbie. Caitlyn started with all the questions that had been ticking over in her mind.

“Do you like my mum?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you and mum kiss?”

Oh, oh, what do I say now?

“Well, do you?” she pushed.

I reluctantly said, “Yes.”

“Do you know kissing leads to sex? Are you going to marry my mum? Are you going to be my dad? Are you going to put a baby inside my mum?” The questions came at me quick and fast like machine-gun fire, so quickly I didn’t have time to answer one before the next was on its way towards me.

“Pamela, help!” I shouted.

How old is this girl? 16, more like 22 with all the questions.

Pamela had been listening intently to her daughter grilling me about my intentions towards her mum through the open door that leads onto the patio, and she came out onto the patio smiling. She said, “Caitlyn, leave Tim alone. You might scare him away. Come inside so we can finish preparing for tea.” What a relief, I thought.

I quickly finished the BBQ as the prawns did not take long to cook, then we sat outside enjoying the warm weather to have our meal. While eating, Pamela explained Caitlyn’s sex education had started when she was six. As she grew, Pamela had explained in great detail about the Female and Male anatomy, how things worked and what led to what. Caitlyn was aware of how babies are conceived, how they are born, and what sexual intercourse is.

After tea, we sat close to the Christmas tree to hand out the presents.

I gave Caitlyn hers first. She was so excited to receive a present from me that her eyes opened wide as she opened the gift. Then she squealed with delight.

“Look, mum. Look what Tim bought me.” It was her first bottle of perfume. “I have to go and put this on my Facebook page.”

After Caitlyn had run off to her bedroom, Pamela leaned in and gave me a quick, passionate kiss on the lips before giving me my present.

I opened the card and inside was another sealed envelope with the words for your eyes only. I quickly opened it before Caitlyn returned. It was a picture of Pamela standing in a pair of lacy white panties. She looked stunning. Her upturned nipples were erect atop her magnificent breasts, with her long hair partially covering them.

Caitlyn soon returned to the lounge room, showing her mum the post she had placed on Facebook showing the bottle of perfume for all her friends to see. What Pamela didn’t show me was the caption of what Caitlyn included. “Look what my Dad gave me for Christmas.”

I gave Pamela her present, and after opening the gift, she gave me a loving kiss in front of Caitlyn. This time, Caitlyn smiled. She had started to accept me as part of her family.

As it was getting late, I said, “I have to go.”

I was facing a two-hour drive, and I didn’t want to be driving in the early hours when the Kangaroos were likely to be on the road.

Pamela pulled me close and said. “Stay the night.” Pamela had work the next day and had to get Caitlyn to her parents before work. She told me that Caitlyn woke up at 7 am.

I said, “Okay, but I will leave around 6 am to avoid embarrassment.”

Caitlyn went to bed at 10 pm and soon fell asleep. Pamela got up to check on her, and when she came back into the lounge, my eyes bugged out. Wow, Wow, Wow.

Pamela had changed into a hi-cut pair of burgundy-coloured panties with a matching push-up bra. Not that Pamela needed to wear a push-up bra, her tits stand out very nicely, but this bra was pushing the flesh of her globes higher, bursting out over the top of her bra.

Pamela swirled around. She was not wearing panties but a g-string. The soft, warm globes of her arse looked so inviting I wanted to run over and place love bites all over them.

I could smell her perfume. Pamela had applied her Christmas present, Chanel #5. I loved the scent.

I stood and went over to her, pulling her into me, her tits mashing into my chest, my hard cock pushing against her pubic mound through my shorts. I placed my hands on her hips, her skin feeling so soft, so silky smooth. I rubbed up and down the sides of her body, kissing her passionately, our tongues duelling in each other’s mouths.

We went back to the sofa kissing. I massaged Pamela’s tits through her bra while Pamela’s hand went to my cock, rubbing me through my shorts.

After a while, Pamela broke our kiss. She said she wanted to share a secret with me. “Ok, I’m listening.”

Pamela said, “When I met you on the first night, I didn’t tell you everything. A girl has to keep some secrets, doesn’t she? I know I have to get over my anorgasmia, but what I tell you next really turns me on. Kevin and I had wild sex when he spanked my bottom. Will you please spank me, Tim? I’m sure it will turn me on. I’m feeling very comfortable and relaxed around you tonight.”

I was stunned. I have never hit a woman and never will. But here I have a woman asking me to spank her.

“Pamela, I don’t hit women.”

“You won’t be hitting me with your fists. You will be spanking my bottom.”

“I don’t know. What if I spank you too hard?”

“Then I will tell you to stop. I will be in control. You have to follow what I say.”