Story 37
Summary:
Pam, mid-thirties, divorcee. Her married life was nothing but boring missionary sex. She’s never felt satisfied and she has no idea what it will feel like. Her friend takes her out to a bar, where she meets someone.
Andy, mid-twenties. He takes Pam back to the hotel where he’s staying and introduces her to his two friends, Phil and Dan. Andy gets things started and soon his friends take their turn as well.
Fourway, spit roast, oral, titty sucking, jerk off, pussy licking, voyeur, fingering, blow jobs.
Pam looked at herself in the mirror and tried to tell herself that this was a good idea. Katy had assured her that it was, in fact, a good idea and surely Katy wouldn't lie to her. But maybe Katy was simply wrong about this. Maybe it wasn't a case of her lying but simply being out of touch with the way that things were these days.
Pam thought back, trying to remember the last time that she had gone to a bar. She really couldn’t recall when it had been at all. As she thought about it she was shocked to realize that maybe she hadn’t been to a bar since she had married. She certainly hadn’t been to a bar like this - going out with one of her friends who told her that it was time for her to find a man - for many years now.
She was only in her mid-thirties but sometimes she felt far older. In truth, the way that her life had been made her feel old beyond her years for far too long. At the time she found it hard to work out where the problems had started with her marriage. As it was all falling apart, she hadn't known what had caused it. But then, as time had gone by, as the dust was settling on it, she looked back and she was amazed to see that it really did seem as though the signs had been there all along.
She had wanted wild passion, but Michael had offered her security. Despite her misgivings, she had accepted that, seeing it as something that was worth holding onto. Perhaps she had thought that the sort of passion that was missing from their relationship was just some kind of romantic ideal and didn't really exist. Perhaps she had thought that there was no point pursuing it if she couldn't be certain if it was out there or perhaps she had thought that this marriage really could be enough to make her happy.
And now it was all over. The divorce had come through and she would be lying if she said that it wasn't a relief. There had simply been none of that fire, none of that passion, that she had wanted from her marriage.
They had grown distant as time had gone by but when she looked back there was one thing that stuck out for her, and that was just how bad the sex had been throughout the marriage. She had gone to their marriage bed a virgin. She didn't know what to expect and she had been shy, nervous, and trembling slightly. He had been so sweet with her then, telling her that it would be OK, that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
But afterward, she had found herself reflecting on it. Was that all that there was to it? Somehow she had expected so much more. She had laid there on their wedding night, looking up at the ceiling of their hotel room, telling herself that it would get better. Surely it would get better.
It never had gotten any better, however. She had done her best to spice things up but Michael had shown no interest. She had tried sexy lingerie, for example, to try and get Michael excited - but to no avail. She had tried to turn him on. She felt as though she had done everything that she possibly could.
She heard other women talk and she knew that there was more to it than this. It wasn't that she had the wrong idea about what sex should be like, it was some problem within the marriage itself.
She had not been able to work out what it was. She had looked at herself and wondered if the problem lay with her. There had been plenty of guys who had told her how attractive they found her when she had been younger so she didn’t think that was the problem. Even now as she had entered her thirties she still thought that she looked good.
She had maintained her figure - she was still athletic but with curves in all the right places - long legs that led to shapely hips, a great ass that swayed sensually as she walked, and firm, good-sized, breasts. She had a great bone structure in her face and immaculate skin that had helped her to retain a youthful look. Her blue eyes still dazzled and her blonde hair wasn't showing a hint of gray.
When she had made the decision to get a divorce - when she had finally told herself that she had to give herself another chance at happiness, another chance at finding out of there was something else out there - she had been relieved. She had felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. But then when the divorce had finally come through she had sat in her new apartment, surrounded by silence, and she had thought to herself: Well, what now?
She had felt lost, rudderless, for a while after that. She had wondered what she should do next. She had been forced to wonder if she had missed her window for making a new life, if it was too late for her now that she was in her thirties and if she was now doomed to spend the rest of her life all alone.
That was when Katy suggested that they should go out to a bar.
"Yeah," Pam had said, "it might be nice to have a bit of a catch-up. Maybe we can find somewhere that's not too noisy."
Katy had laughed at her down the phone.
"No, no, Pam. Oh, you have been out of the game for too long, haven't you? We're not going out for a nice little chat. We can do that anywhere, anytime. No, we are going out for another reason entirely."
“And what reason might that be?”
“We’re going out hunting.”
“Hunting for what exactly?”
“Men. And, to be more specific, men for you.”
”Oh, come on.”
“I mean it. This is just what you need. Get back on that saddle, get back in the game and all the other cliches you can think of. Come on, let’s do it!”
That was how Pam had found herself talked into this. At first, she had felt a slight stirring of excitement - this was new territory, and this was what she wanted to be doing. She wanted to try new things, she wanted to feel new things and she wanted to see if there was something more out there - if there really was some excitement that had been eluding her so far.
As the evening drew closer and closer, however, she started to feel doubts gnawing at her. She tried to make excuses so that she could get out of it, but Katy wouldn't listen to any of them. She told Pam that this was happening and that this was going to happen. She told her to embrace it, embrace the unknown and everything that would come with it.
Now as she stood in front of the mirror she felt the doubts creeping in more than ever before.
She had chosen a deep blue dress that she had always loved, and which she was pleased to find that she could still fit into. It was a dress that she hadn't had any cause to wear while she had been married but which she could never bring herself to throw out.
It was a tight, strapless dress that clung to all of her curves. It stopped slightly above her knees, showing off just enough leg to demonstrate just how good they looked. It was also low-cut enough to show her cleavage pushing up, showing the line between her breasts where they pushed together.
When she tried it on she told herself that it was far too revealing for a woman her age.
She was about to take it off and look for something more conservative in her wardrobe but then, as she turned away from the mirror, she caught sight of herself in profile. She saw the seductive curve of her ass, the way that her breasts pushed up, and the way that they contrasted with the flatness of her stomach.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Still got it! And she stopped there, a slight smile on her face. She could do this, she told herself. Whatever it was that lay ahead, she was going to face it on her own terms.
When she arrived at the first bar some of her worries returned. She looked around the crowded room and felt as though she was the oldest person there.
She paused in the doorway. A couple of people looked over at her and she felt as though she was being judged. Where was Katy? This had been a mistake.
Then she saw a hand waving at her and spotted Katy sitting at a table. Feeling a sense of relief, she headed over to her.
When she sat down, Katy leaned in close to her and said conspiratorially, “I saw a couple of guys checking you out when you came in.”
“Oh, come on. I don’t think they were doing that.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t be all modest. You look sensational.”
Pam glowed with pleasure at that. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
After a couple of drinks, she was feeling like it was certainly not a bad idea. She was starting to feel good about the situation again. She spotted a few hot guys but she didn't approach them. She had to admit that they all seemed slightly on the young side and she wasn't really sure how to proceed. She felt as though maybe she was in the wrong place, but there were still certain aspects of it that were good for her confidence, anyway.
She wasn't very self-aware of the signs to look for - she had been out of the game for so long now, anyway - but even she noticed after a while that a few guys checked her out as they passed. At one point they even had a couple of drinks sent over to their table - something which left her feeling like a movie star.
She thought that they were settled in for the night and this was as good as it was going to get but then Katy downed her drink and slammed the glass down on the table decisively.
“Right!” she said, “Drink up! We’ve got to go to the next bar!”
“The next bar? You mean...this isn’t it?”
"No, no, this is just the warm-up. Come on!"
Pam downed her drink as quickly as she could and then followed Katy out of the door. Katy hailed a cab and they made their way to another nearby bar.