An adult stories – Pam & Zach Exhibition to Anal… by renyzanc,renyzanc The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I’m obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur.
If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll have seen that I’ve been writing the vast majority of our tales of late. Zach’s at the point where he really doesn’t want to anymore, but I’ve convinced him that often times, his perspective is truly needed. He says he doesn’t get aroused when writing them, but he does when reading them. I guess I’m just a little slut then, because I get turned on when I’m writing and when I’m reading. Zach has assured me he will possibly write some in the future, but for now, anyways, I’ll be filling you in on our exploits.
Pam’s Night of Desires…From Exhibitionism to Anal…
I’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about my recent desire to be near or totally naked in more public situations. I must admit I got a thrill out of showering under the hose on our back patio the other afternoon and also while I was standing in the buff at the front door for that brief moment. I get wet thinking about when it will be my time to be naked at the movies, like when Zach and Krystal got their turns. I’m not saying I haven’t ever been bare-ass in the car or van at times, of course I have been. There was that time at the cabin in the canoe and on the floating dock. Also at the wedding where anyone’s view of my nakedness was blocked only by Zach’s body as I knelt in front of him and gave him a blowjob. One of my favorites was at the beach house when Zach and I were both naked and going at it in the outdoor shower late one night with people walking by in the alley. I guess it’s just that I want to be naked more often. Sure, we have our “Naked Days” at home periodically, but I think I want more. I still sleep naked every night, but Zach was gotten to wearing boxers. He says it keeps his junk from getting squashed when he rolls onto his side.
I knew I had to discuss it with Zach, so I decided to bring it up one night after dinner. We had been watching TV when I got up and went into the bedroom and took off all my clothes. When I walked back into the living room, Zach looked at me quizzically, tilting his head to one side and said jokingly, “Ah Pam, what’s up? Did we have sex scheduled on the calendar for tonight?”
I sat down beside him, turned to him and took his hands in mine and replied, “We have to talk.” The four words that every guy dreads hearing. I knew they would gather his full concentration.
“Lately, I’ve been having a strong desire to be naked in public situations. I really got aroused showering out back last week. That got me trying to think of other places I could be naked, without, you know, getting arrested. I did come up with a couple. I first thought of going to a nude beach, but, unfortunately, there are no legal nude beaches anywhere nearby. I’ve also been looking into naked yoga and it seems that there is a fitness place in Philadelphia that offers it. They have both single sex and co-ed classes. Being on the cross country teams in high school and college, nakedness with other girls in the locker room is old hat. So I was thinking of signing up for the co-ed class. That would be a first step. That’s one possibility. The next step would maybe be volunteering to be a nude model for college art classes. You know, being naked, at first around other naked people and then being the only one naked and have other people staring at me. Sort of a natural progression. What do you think?”
Zach smiled before saying, “Of course that’s okay with me. Why would I possibly object to that? If it’s something you want to do you know I’ll always support you. My only questions are, what brought this on and am I required to do any of it with you?”
“No, no, I’m not asking you to do it. In fact, I think I’ll get more out of it if it’s just me, no offense,” I quickly replied.
“None taken,” he responded.
“As to what brought this on, it’s complicated. When I met you, you know I had some issues about being naked at first, what with my embarrassment about my small breasts. My entire life up to that point had been filled with self doubt about my body image. I was always the tall, skinny, flat chested girl. Now, because I’m older and have filled out and because of how you’ve accepted me as I am, I’ve grown much more confident in myself, both mentally and physically. You’ve allowed me to be open about my sexuality and to truly become that person that’s always been inside of me. And this desire is just a further extension of those sexual feelings,” I continued.
“How about this?” Zach offered. “Why don’t we start off slow. I’ll build an outdoor shower for you on the patio. It wouldn’t take but a day, with the laundry room and the plumbing right there. That way you could get really comfortable with being naked outside in a familiar setting. I’d hate to see you go to that yoga class, only to get cold feet and then back out. I want this for you, all of it, I really do.”
I was so overwhelmed by Zach’s response that I immediately hugged him around the neck and kissed him.
“There is also one other thing,” I hesitantly stated. “I’d really like it if you could put me in some possible public situations where either you or I would remove some or all of my clothes.”
I could see Zach thinking hard about what I just said, so I explained further.
“I guess I mean I’d find it extremely arousing if you were to, out of the blue, start to remove some or all of my clothes or ask me to do so. Somewhere or sometime when I wasn’t expecting it.”
Just talking about it had me wet. I reached between my legs and ran my fingers through my slippery folds, before bringing them up and painting Zach’s lips with my sticky dew. He took my hand and slid it into his mouth, sucking my fingers clean. He gazed intently at me, moved my hands so I could feel the erection in his shorts, then whispered,
“I so want to make you cum right now.”
“What are you waiting for? Just do it,” I replied.
He stood and holding my hand, led me over to out “blowjob” chair. He sat down and positioned me so that my back was towards him. After spreading my feet apart and placing my hands down by my sides, he reached around with both hands and began teasing my nipples as he kissed up and down my back, even managing to glide his tongue between my ass cheeks. I was quivering from both the excitement and the anticipation. I closed my eyes as I wanted no distractions from what I was feeling.
He continued pinching and twisting my nipples until my knees started to buckle. My pussy craved to be touched. I had trouble standing still. Sensing my frustration, Zach took his right hand and slid it between my thighs, pressing firmly on my dripping mons. I squeezed my pelvic muscles, trying to hold him tight, as he slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned. I could hear the squishy sound of my cunt as he finger fucked me.
“Play with your tits,” he told me as his other hand slowly traced its way down my chest, over my abdomen and began rubbing my clit. I shuddered as I did as I was told, pinching my nipples. His tongue, again, found its way between my cheeks. I so wanted him to lick my ass or eat me. But, knowing I was close to cumming, Zach stopped. He stood up behind me and I felt his shorts brush against my ass and thighs as he let then fall to the floor. He tossed his shirt across the room, then placing his hands on my hips, he backed me up as he sat down. His legs went inside on mine, spreading me wide and he lowered me down. I instinctively reached back, found his dick hard, wet and erect, took hold and guided into my anxious pussy. I placed my hands on his knees and arched my back, wanting to get every inch of him inside me as I started grinding my cunt on his cock. His hands, again, came around and found my nipples. Only this time not as gentle, twisting and pulling them harder. I fucked him faster.
I felt my face go flush as perspiration ran down my neck. Zach started thrusting his hips to slam his cock deeper into me. I was beginning to lose it. I felt him rise from the chair and grab my waist. I bent forward and grabbed my knees so as not to fall forward. His pounding grew harder, faster. I could hear him gasping as he rammed me over and over. I was aching to cum, but I didn’t want to stop. We were like two dogs in heat. So animalistic. So raw. I attacked my clit and in seconds the orgasm rushed through me, almost causing me to collapse. But I didn’t stop. I wanted more. I wanted to be nastier.
“Fuck me in the ass,” I demanded as I bent my knees to accommodate him.
I felt Zach’s fingers, now wet with my juices, find my puckered hole and enter me, opening me up for his cock. God, that felt good. He withdrew from my pussy and with one quick thrust, pushed his cock into my ass and began fucking me.
I rubbed my clit harder. I wanted to cum again. I kept it up. Rubbing my clit as he fucked me harder and faster, his balls slapping my ass. God, I was so tight. It had been awhile. I made a mental note to not let that happen again. Finally, I screamed as the second wave drained me. Zach wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me fast as I felt him stiffen, rise up on his toes and growl. I felt his cock throbbing as he unloaded over and over every ounce of cum he had deep inside my ass.
He collapsed back into the chair, pulling me with him. Panting myself, I felt his chest heave as he searched for breath. He was soaked with sweat. My hair was dripping. My chest was drenched. We were one hot satisfied mess of flesh. I attempted to squeeze my sphincter when I felt his cum leaking out, but was too exhausted to execute even that simple a task. Zach kissed my neck and held me tight as we melted into each other.
Eventually, we made our way to the bathroom, showered and crawled into bed, both naked. Zach spooned up behind me and quickly fell asleep. Although exhausted, my mind was racing, imagining what the next few weeks would bring. Wondering if these sudden desires I expressed might come to some fruition and hoping I wouldn’t regret it if they did.