Pam&Zach The Fitting Room Fellatio

The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. All characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually happen.

Fitting Room Fellatio...

One of our favorite local bands was performing down the shore at the Ocean City Music Pier, so Zach and I decided to drive down and watch their show. Because it was a Saturday and I had to work until noon, we decided to not bother trying to get any beach time in and just go down for dinner and the concert. It was one of those hot, humid and muggy August days. The kind where, no matter how hard you try, your clothing just kinda sticks to you if you venture anywhere outside of an air conditioned area.

Getting home from work, I quickly jumped into a cool shower. I had let my hair grow longer over the previous months, so it was imperative that I get it off my neck if I had any chance of being comfortable, so I pulled it up into a small bun. Toweling down, I had wiped the condensation off the mirror and stood there, vainly admiring myself. It had been a good summer. I had stopped competing in triathlons, but continued my workout schedules of biking, running, swimming and sessions in the weight room of the gym, all of which had paid off handsomely. My body was slim, tanned and toned. Being out in the sun had made my freckles more obvious, which I like, and I had even gone back to totally shaving my pubic area and was quite happy with the clean sleekness it presented. I stood there thinking, 'If I was someone else I'd definitely wanna fuck me.'

If time hadn't been an issue, I think I would've dragged Zach into the bedroom and fucked his brains out. But that would have to wait for later. Instead, I just laid on my back, naked on the bed, arms and legs sprayed out, hoping the ceiling fan would push the cool air over my body, bringing my body temperature down. When I finally felt cool, I was gonna wear my red thong that just covered my mons and left my asshole exposed, the ones called Chere Cheeky, but knowing that my dress was quite sheer I put on my lightest, most breathable panties, but before donning my favorite light green sundress, I applied some Benetint nipple gloss. I wanted to make sure they would be easily visible under the dress. Then I slipped on a pair of sandals, applied just a bit of sunscreen to my arms, legs and neck and dapped on a hint of lipstick.

Zach, clad in one of his favorite T-shirts, khaki colored shorts and sandals, was waiting for me by the door when I emerged. He already had the car running with the A/C blasting. So much so, that when I slid into the passenger seat, my nipples perked up immediately, catching Zach's attention.

"Those look, oh so very suckable," he flattered.

"Why thank you, sir," I responded. "That's the very look I was going for."

I hiked my dress up to my thighs, spread my knees apart and aimed the air vent directly between my legs, all in an attempt to keep my nether region cool. The outside temperature gauge on the dash read 92 degrees, but with the humidity, the "feels like" temp was closer to 100 degrees. I thought about taking my panties off and jilling myself on the ride there, that's just how horny I was, but decided that could wait for the ride back home, when I could get completely naked. And I told Zach so.

"On the way home tonight I'm gonna give you a treat. And no, not a blowjob while you're driving. But, you'll get to watch me get naked and get myself off," I promised.

"I'd really like watching that," Zach responded, without even a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Since the concert didn't start until 9:00PM, and we had plenty of time before dinner, I called Krystal's mom, to see if she'd be up for a pop-in visit. Her house was the one where Zach, Krystal and I had our first threesome weekend.

After a short visit, we drove and parked at the restaurant where we had made reservations for dinner, being that is was located only a couple of blocks from the boardwalk. We had a great meal then saundered down to "walk the boards", window shop and people watch. Being a Saturday, it was extremely crowded with all the people having a last night before leaving as well as all the new people having their first night. After a bit, we decided to get some soft-serve ice cream cones, find an empty bench and take in all the atmosphere. The sound of the amusement rides, kids screaming with excitement, flashing lights, seagulls cawing overhead, the smell of the salt air and the murmur of thousands of people strolling by has always made me happy. I snuggled closer to Zach as we licked our creamy treats.

Unfortunately, with it being so crowded, a passersby inadvertently bumped into Zach's arm, causing him to drop his cone right into his lap. We hurried as best we could to clean it up, but it had made a mess all over the front of his shorts.

"Shit! I can't go to the show looking like this," Zach expressed.

Quickly glancing around, I saw a beachwear boutique diagonally across from where we were sitting.

"Not to worry, Hon. Look, there's a store right there. Let's go get you some new shorts," I replied. And with that, we trashed the rest of our ice cream and fought through the wave of humanity and headed to the shop.

It was a small store, specializing in beachwear, swim suits, board shorts, tops, hats and sunglasses. And, like it was outside, very crowded. People searching for souvenir items before they leave and others looking for items that they forgot to bring. We scoured the racks, finally finding an acceptable pair of shorts in Zach's size. Looking around, I found that there were three fitting rooms located in the rear of the store. Taking Zach by the hand, I weaved my way around the racks and bodies and headed there.

Being a low budget type of shop, the fitting rooms were the kind that had walls that were about 24" short of the floor and a curtain for a door. There was a seat in the corner and a full length mirror on the wall opposite the door. I could see someone's feet under one of the curtains, leaving two empty stalls, so we went into the middle one.

Zach sat down on the seat, took off his sandals and unbuckled his belt, while I held the pair he was going to try on. As he stood up and removed his stained shorts and before he could try on the new ones, I took advantage of where we were and the fact that I was oh so horny and grasped him by his shoulders and turned him to face the mirror.

Whispering in his ear, I said, "Just stand there for a second. Don't move." I placed the new shorts on the seat, stood behind Zach and slid my hands up under his shirt and began to play with his nipples. Looking directly at him in the mirror I continued. "Spread your feet a bit." Of course Zach complied. I watched in the mirror how my rubbing and tweaking his nipples was causing his dick to get hard. I removed my fingers only to wet them in my mouth before returning to play. Then I saw the tip of his erect cock poke out of the fly on his boxers. It was wet and shiny from the pre-cum I was generating. Just then I heard two female voices, giggling as they entered the remaining empty stall next to us.

Again, whispering, "Do you think those girls looked under the curtain and saw your feet spread apart and mine right between them? I wonder what they think we're doing." Zach shuttered just a bit as he pondered that thought. "Raise your arms up. I'm gonna take your shirt off," I instructed. Zach, being Zach, did not hesitate. I lifted it off over his head and placed in on the seat.

"Wet your fingers and play with your nipples," I said softly in his ear as I got back behind him. As he did so, I pulled his boxers down and left them puddled around his ankles while I squeezed his ass. "I hope they look now and see your underwear on the floor. Oh, maybe they're trying on bikinis and are both naked too, looking over at us. Does that thought excite you? Or maybe they're fingering each other?" I watched Zach's cock twitch and bounce as his imagination took over. I reached around him with one arm, taking hold of his cock, then reached under between his legs with my other arm and cupped his balls, causing him to stifle a low moan.

As I stroked his dripping cock and fondled his balls, I continued my verbal "torture". "It's quiet next door. I bet they're kissing and fingering each other right now. Or maybe they're down on their knees looking under the wall, rubbing their clits as they watch me play with you." His cock swelled at the thought as he took a deep breath. They might have already left. I didn't know and Zach surely didn't.

I knew time was getting to be an issue, so I again whispered, "Now I'm gonna give you a blowjob and let you cum in my mouth." I thought he was going to cum right then as his balls tightened and his cock pulsed, so I squeezed it extra hard, only letting a small drop of cum ooze out, until I felt him finally relax a bit. I sat down on the seat and took him into my mouth, sliding my lips tightly down his shaft. My tongue flicking the vein on the underside as I jerked him off with my lips, my fingers encircling the base of his cock. I looked over into the mirror and watched us in profile. Zach's fingers working his nipples as he gently thrust his hips against my hand. I scratched his balls with my free hand as I held my lips tight around the head of his cock and I began stroking. Thoughts of this being a porn movie ran through my mind as I watched ourselves. The idea of making our own sex tape entered my mind and I filed it away for another time. Now I was really getting wet, but we had no time for that.

When we both heard another couple of girls in the next stall, Zach groaned and erupted, sending shot after shot of hot salty jizz into my waiting mouth. I stroked and sucked him hard, wanting to drain him dry. He leaned forward, steadying himself against the side wall as I kept going, until he couldn't take it anymore, tapping me on the head to stop. I did and looked up at him and did the porno movie move of opening my mouth to show him all the cum he had ejaculated, before swallowing it and licking my lips. He bent down and kissed me hard.

Zach pulled up his boxers and I got up from the seat, allowing him to sit and gather his breath. I tore off the price tag from the shorts and handed them to him to put on. I quipped, "Luckily they fit nice. Otherwise we might have had to do this all over.'" That made him smile. He dressed and we exited the stall, paid at the register, tossing his old shorts in a trash can outside the front of the store and headed to the show.

The show was fantastic. We had a fun time singing along and dancing in our seats. We even met a few others that we've seen at previous concerts. All in all it was a memorable evening, (especially the fitting room scenario).

Walking hand-in-hand, it was after 11:00PM by the time we got back to our car in the restaurant parking lot. I was glowing inside from the magic of this evening, and not just because I was extra horny. I love the shore at night in the summer. The lights, the sounds, the smells all bring back delightful memories of youthful days gone by.

We got into the car and I asked Zach to put the top down. By the time we were on Route 55 heading home, I had taken my panties off and held them under his nose to show him just how excited the night had made me. He took them in his hand and with a smile, sniffed long, capturing my essence.

"I love that you get so wet and that I get to smell and taste you," he offered.

If we weren't traveling at 65 miles per hour, I'd have fucked him right then and there. I undid the seat belt and the buttons that ran down the front of my sundress and slipped my arms out, rendering me naked. Lifting my butt, I grabbed the dress and sandals and tossed them into the back seat. Zach threw my panties back there too. I unpinned my hair so that it would blow free in the rushing air.

"Can you see how pronounced my nipples are?" I coyly asked, hoping he noticed that I had tinted them, as I pinched them with my fingers.

Glancing over, Zach replied, "I love the look. I was peeking at them all night. They really stand out against your tan. Promise me you'll do them more often?"

As I lowered my left hand down between my thighs I answered, "Of course. It's the least I can do." Then I turned a bit in my seat, spread my legs open to give him a better view and proceeded to slide my fingers between the wet glistening folds of my pussy. I rested my head back and slowly began fingering myself. I felt Zach slow the car down as he reached over and turned on the map light, positioning it so it shined right on my cunt and I knew he wanted me to take my time. So I did.

Cars were passing us and I'm sure if there was anyone in the passenger seat of those cars I could easily be seen. But I didn't care. I was lost in the sensations of my fingers in my pussy, my nipples being pinched, the now somewhat cooler outside air blowing through my hair while the A/C chilled my heated crotch. I opened my eyes, staring at the stars as I took my hand away from my tits and started rubbing my clit. Not fast. Just enough to edge myself. I leaned up and let Zach suck the dewy slipperiness off my fingers before I put them back inside me. I brought myself to the brink and back several times before I took my right hand out of my pussy, wet my thumb with my mouth and slid it under my ass. My thumb went deep inside me while my index and middle fingers pushed on my puckered hole. God, that felt good! Minutes passed before Zach spoke up.

"We're almost at the exit," he warned me. "Two more miles."

That was my cue. I began furiously rubbing my clit and pushed my pointer finger into my ass, and just short of a minute later, triggered my orgasm. I screamed into the night air as I came hard, clenching my thighs around my hand and wrist. My body shook and I rocked forward, tightening my abs and squeezing my kegel muscles as I gasped for breath. Finally, as Zach was pulling off the freeway, I sat back up and opened my legs, my hands now free to hold onto the sides of the seat as I panted rapidly.

Zach pulled over in a dark area and put the convertible top back up, giving me privacy. As he drove on, I reached back and gathered my clothes. When we got home, I waited for him to open the front door of the house, before I got out, clutching my clothes in front of me as I walked naked up the driveway and into our dimly lit home. Cleaning the leather seat of the car would wait until tomorrow.