Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's N - Sex Stories

Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's N

... said. Pamela nodded her head. "And now you're wondering if it's something that you'd like to try again, maybe to see if your self-perceived low sex drive might just be a little shift in the target of your lust?" Pamela's head came up and her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. "Are you a mind reader?" she finally stammered. Darla laughed; a pleasant sound full of happiness and joie de vivre. "Oh, Pamela, if you could see your face right now. Honey, you're not the first woman to go through this by a long shot. I went through it a couple of years ago myself, and after the first time I wondered why I hadn't done it years ago. And, you're thinking that you might like to try it yourself but don't know how to go about it, right?" Pamela sighed. "Is it that obvious?" Darla laughed again and this time Pamela laughed with her. "Only to me, darling. Only to me," Darla said, chuckling, and giving Pamela an appraising look. "I can see why your husband is after you all the time - you're one hot looking cougar. And I'll bet you look even better with your clothes off." Pamela felt the heat rising from her chest up through her face and knew she was blushing furiously. "I-I-I don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess?" "Honey, I have a hunch that once you've dipped your toe into the girl pond you'll want to go for a full swim," Darla said. "So, how do we make this happen?" "Eager, aren't we," Darla said, smiling. "OK, what are you doing right now?" "Having a drink with a sexy woman ...

... who I am sure is going to end up fucking my husband at some point, with my willing and enthusiastic permission, and who I hope will also end up fucking me as well." "Nicely phrased. Let me put it another way. Want to go somewhere and get naked?" "I thought you'd never ask," Pamela said, finishing her drink and putting some bills on the bar. "My place is occupied. Where should we go?" "Well, dear, I came prepared. I had a hunch that this is how things would go and took the liberty of booking a room at a hotel just down the street. So, what are we waiting for," Darla said, slipping off her bar stool and taking Pamela's arm in hers. "Let's go," Pamela echoed as they walked out of the bar. Ten minutes later the door to room 718 at the Garden Inn clicked shut and Pamela found herself alone with another woman in a sexual situation for the first time since she was 19. Insert your favorite nervous aphorism here - Pamela was all of that. Darla tossed her coat across a chair and turned to Pamela, who was standing in the room's entrance like a deer caught in the headlights. It was one thing to talk about having sex when she was sitting in the bar of the local Cheesecake Factory, but quite another to be here, in this room, for the expressed purpose of having sex with another woman. Darla knew all of this because she had been exactly like Pamela two years earlier. She stepped up to Pamela, took her in her arms, and kissed her on the mouth. It was a gentle kiss at first - she wanted Pamela ...