Part 1 - Chapter 3
“A man’s shirt on a woman is like a flag on a conquered fortress.”
They lay silent next to each other for several minutes before Pam finally asked, "Was I good for you, Ted? Did you like it?"
Ted's eyes almost crossed at the silliness of her question. "Good!" he said, "Darlin', that was way beyond good. You turned me into a crazy man there for a while. Did I like it? How 'bout I just tell you it was amazing. It was mind-blowing. It was absolutely incredible."
She kissed him softly and looked into his blue eyes. "I want to be the best you've ever had, Ted. I want to be so good for you that every time you see me, you get an erection. I want to be the lover of your life and the one you talk about when you are sitting in a rocking chair at the old folks' home. So I want you to teach me what I need to do so that I can be those things for you."
Ted was a little confused by what she was saying. If he was hearing her correctly, she was suggesting that this was not a one-time thing. That was a concept that he wasn't quite ready to accept. Not that the idea wouldn't be to his liking, but the idea of a long-term relationship with this young woman would never have occurred to him.
Finally, he said, "That makes it sound like you plan on extending this… this…." He couldn't come up with the word.
"Relationship?" Pam suggested. "Maybe that's too strong a word for you. I really do know you, Ted, and I simply can't imagine you letting me walk through a mall or go to a social event with you as a couple. You just couldn't handle the stares we would get and the gossip about how awful it is for that young woman to be with a man her father's age. I know you couldn't handle it, so I'm not suggesting that we become a couple, even though I would enjoy it. I don't think that you would. So, here's what I suggest, Ted. We will become 'fuck buddies.' Are you familiar with that term?"
"OK, I'm old, but I'm not dead," he answered. "That would be two people who are friends and lovers. They are not in a love relationship but enjoy sex together."
"Good for you," Pam said with a smile. "That's correct. Or you could just say that I want to be your mistress. That's a woman that you keep on the side just to soothe your erotic itches. Maybe you are more comfortable with that term."
"Right now," he said, "I don't know that I'm comfortable with anything. This is all so unexpected. I'm just not certain what to say or think."
Pam smiled and said, "But you have secretly desired me, haven't you?"
Ted grinned at her question and answered, "Well, maybe not so secretly. One day at the office, one of the guys mentioned that you looked especially sexy, and I commented that I would find you sexy in a brown paper sack. As I recall, I said how great it would be to get you in bed just once before I got too old to get it up." He slid his hand down her bare back and gave her a light pat on her bottom. "And you do have the finest ass I think I've ever seen."
"I'm glad you think so," Pam said with a big smile. "I'll remember so as to give you an extra-long look when I'm leaving your office. Maybe now that you've seen it up close, it will be even more tempting when I walk out of your door." She moved her leg off of his and sat up. "I'm going to the bathroom, and you are not to move. Understand?"
"I don't think I can move," Ted said, laughing.
She almost bounced out of bed as Ted moved to watch her disappear into his bathroom. He had to admit that while he loved to sneak a glance at her ass in the office, her bare ass was even more spectacular. When she was out of sight, he leaned back on the pillow and thought, "Maybe I've died and gone to heaven."
Ted was almost asleep when he felt Pam kneel on the bed. He suddenly felt her wrapping a warm washcloth around his cock. She whispered, "I cleaned up a little and thought you might like it if I did the same for you."
"This IS heaven," Ted said out loud.
"What?" she said with a giggle. "What are you saying?"
"Heavenly," he answered. "I meant what you are doing is heavenly."
Pam bounced off the bed and went into his bathroom again when she finished cleaning him up. She returned, stopped and looked around the room until she spotted one of his long-sleeved dress shirts hanging on the back of a chair. She recognized it as the shirt he'd worn to work on Friday. Pam pulled the shirt off the chair and put it on. As she rolled up the sleeves, she asked Ted, "Do you mind if I wear this?"
Still lying naked on the bed, Ted thought, "If she's going to wear my shirt, I'm guessing that she isn't planning on leaving." He rose on an elbow and looked at this beautiful young woman wearing nothing but his shirt. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful or erotic. "Sure you can," he said. "But if that's all you're going to wear, don't be surprised if I find a way to get it off you."
"Oh," she replied wickedly, "I'm counting on that happening." She leaned over and kissed him, allowing him another look at her body before she buttoned the shirt. "I'll bet that you have a bottle of wine in your fridge that is just begging to be opened, and I think we should have a glass to celebrate."
Ted rolled out of bed and picked up his shorts. "Let me just slip these on, and I think I can find just the right bottle."
Pam stepped up to him and put her hand on his cock before he could get the shorts up. "Do you have to cover up this beautiful thing?" she asked as she lightly stroked him.
"If you are going to wear something, then so will I," he said with a smile.
She held on to him for a few more seconds and then withdrew her hand. "Maybe we should forget the wine and just get naked again."
"Maybe you should give an old man a little rest," Ted retorted as he zipped up the fly on his shorts and pulled on his polo shirt.
Pam put her arms around Ted's waist and pulled him tight to her. "The man that just made me cum three times in that bed is anything but old. I may have to check your driver's license to see if you've been lying to me about your age."
Ted found the bottle of wine that he wanted and poured two glasses. They touched their glasses together, and Ted said, "Here's to you."
Before she tasted the wine, she said, "Here's to us." After two sips and commenting on how good the wine was, Pam asked Ted if he would mind getting something from her car. She told him there was a small bag in the backseat. "I'd get it myself, but I'm afraid your neighbors might see more of me than you'd like them to see if I went out in this outfit," she said, standing back so that he could see how adorable she looked in his oversized shirt.
Ted took her car keys and went out the front door to retrieve the bag, wondering why she had brought it. When he returned and locked the door, he found that Pam was no longer in the kitchen. He found her in the bedroom and saw that she had brought the bottle and glasses. She took the bag from him and told him to prop himself up in the bed.
When he questioned her as to why, she told him, "Because you are about to have a one-man fashion show. You will be the man, and I’ll perform the show." She plumped up the pillows and insisted that he sit with his back against the headboard. Pam handed him his wine glass, took a sip from hers before taking her bag into the bathroom.
Ted sat quietly on the bed, wondering what was about to happen when Pam reappeared from the bathroom wearing only panties and a bra. She walked to a spot about ten feet from Ted and slowly turned so that he could take it all in. When she faced him again, she said, "Now that we've determined that you like me naked, we will find out how you like me in lingerie. I want to make certain that when you see me in the office, you know what I'm wearing underneath, and I also want to know what you like. This isn't a topic that we've ever discussed at the office."
Once again, she turned slowly, allowing him to get a long look. "This is pretty basic," she told him, "nothing fancy. The panties are low-rise, meaning they don't come up to the waist like granny panties. Instead, they are cut a little high on the legs. The bra is called 'full coverage’ and allows some cleavage to show, but it's too thick to ever allow an aroused nipple to poke out." She watched Ted's reaction closely, then moved beside the bed, turned around, and asked, "If you would be so kind as to unhook the bra, I'll change into the next outfit."
Two minutes later, she was back in the bedroom wearing something new. These were obviously a set like the first bra and panties. They were the same color, black, and made of the same material. "These panties are called 'cheekies' because they are supposed to emphasize my butt. They are the same size as the first ones but fit slightly differently. The bra is the same size but doesn't have as much material.
When you get me excited, you might see my nipples poke through. This one unhooks in the front." She said as she released the front clasp and let the cups fall away so Ted could quickly look at her breasts. After a few seconds, she turned and went back into the bathroom.
When she came out, Ted had to catch his breath. The matching set was in shades of coral with a mixture of lace and what looked like silk. The colors were perfect for her blonde hair and brown eyes. She looked like a goddess to Ted, and he immediately felt an erection growing in his shorts.
As Pam began to turn, she said, "These panties are thongs."
Before she could say the next word, she heard Ted say, "Oh god!"
She turned back to face Ted and saw the lump in his shorts. "Yes," she said, "I thought you might be a thong man. Now I know how to dress for you, and I'll try to never disappoint you." She stepped to the bed and lightly ran her hand over the lump in his shorts, saying, "I hope you'll have this reaction to me for a long time to come."
She stood up for a second to unhook the lacy bra and tossed it onto Ted's dressing chair. Crawling on the bed between his feet, she unzipped his shorts and began pulling them down. Ted rose up slightly to let her pull them completely off. Once she had them off, she straddled his right leg and pressed her lightly covered pussy down on his bare skin. She leaned forward and took his hard cock in her hand, holding it for several long seconds.
