Pam walked into the living room and stood in front of me.  Her blonde hair was pulled up on her head, the makeup dark and haunting.  Her cheeks were dusty pink and her lipstick red and outlined; her perfume was tempting and wanting.

She had a sheer white gown on with heels to match. Her beautiful tits and blonde triangle were just visible. She bent over to kiss me, the top of her gown drooped just enough for me to see her tits.

Pam took the beer from my hand and grabbed me by my shirt.  She unbuttoned it and removed it.  It landed on the floor, and so did my tee shirt.  Pam had a seductive grin as she ran her hands over my chest and hummed her approval.

She reached for both of my hands and had me stand.  Pam kissed me as she unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor.  I stepped out of them without thinking.  My briefs were another matter.

Pam bent over and kissed the bulge in my briefs.  She kissed my chest and rubbed my cock and balls through the material.  I was getting harder by the second.  Then Pam reached into my briefs and pulled my cock head out just enough that it was exposed. 

She wet her finger and ran it around my cock head, then wet her finger and did it again.  She rubbed my shaft through the material, then squeezed my balls.  She put her hand in my briefs and stroked my cock for a moment, then pushed my briefs to the floor.

Pam sat on the cocktail table she reached around me and massaged my ass cheeks.  She looked up at me as she licked my cock head, then sucked it into her mouth. She sucked my cock in and out of her mouth a few times, then smiled at me.

She stood up and pushed me to sit on the couch.  Pam’s expression was pure lust and seduction.  She kicked off her heels and crawled on my lap.  Her perfume was on her gown between the valley of her tits.  She pushed my face between her tits, I was inhaling the intoxicating perfume.

She cupped my face in her hands and licked her moist lips.

“That’s not very fair, is it?  Being so close, inhaling the perfume, wanting to taste it.  Here.”  Pam pulled off her gown.

“Now is this what my Man wants?  Do you want to taste the perfume on me, suck it, or lick it?” she purred.

I started sucking one tit and massaging the other.  Pam raised reached for my cock and slowly slid it into her wet pussy.  I groaned as I felt her pussy engulf my throbbing cock.  Pam rode up and down on my cock, my lips were locked on her tit, and my hand was squeezing her ass.

“Mmm, your cock buried inside of me.  Does my stroking you feel good? Does it make you want to fill me with your love?  I love the feeling of your hot, thick love splattering inside me.  Then, when I feel it painting my insides, I want to reward him with my love.”  Pam’s voice was getting softer and higher pitched. 

Pam’s warm cum flowed around my cock and dripped onto my balls.  Her head was buried in my neck; her hot breath was like steam on my neck.  My cock shot another load into her pussy and Pam’s pussy washed another stream of cum over me. 

She rocked back and forth on my spewing cock, rubbing her clit against me.  Pam panted and whimpered as the last of her cum squirted from her.  She let her body fall against mine, while my  cock shot its last load into her.

I cradled Pam’s tender ass cheeks in my hands and held her close to me.

“Mark, your strong hands, your wanting, desiring me.  I’m a mess.  You take me and make me yours.  I love your own me,”  Pam whispered to me.

“I love you, my Woman.  My sweet, beautiful Woman.  I only want you in my arms and in my world.” I kissed Pam and squeezed her against me.

“I love feeling my boobs pressing against your bare chest.  It makes me feel that I’m your woman.  It’s my mark that you belong to me, and only me.”  Pam sighed. 

It wasn’t long before Pam put her head on my chest.

Monday morning came without warning.  Pam and I were not ready to go back to reality.  We had a wonderful time in Cloverton and meeting Janet and Kathy at the restaurant was a real surprise.  But what my lady did for me last night will live in my heart forever.

“Coffee’s ready, are you, Lover?”  Pam called from the kitchen.

“Bring it on, Momma,” I responded.

Pam brought the coffee into the bedroom.  She was naked except for a pair of big fuzzy pink slippers.  I lost it.  I was doubled over with laughter.

“What da hell are you wearing, woman?” I asked between laughter.

Today is Monday.  We had a wonderful weekend and it’s Monday.  This is how Monday looks.”  Pam looked down at her slippers.  I started laughing all over again.

Pam handed the mugs of coffee to me and then scooted next to me.  I gave her cup to her we entwined arms and took our first sips.  After that, we kissed, and our morning began.  We reminisced about the survey, our nice hotel complete with corrosive caffeine, but most of all Clems’ and especially out night at Pointers and Setters.

Pam looked down at her pussy and smiled.  “She had a wonderful time this weekend,”  Pam giggled.

“I powered up the laptop.  We didn’t have any messages.  I guess the info from Cloverton was enough.  Do you have any idea of our next job?”  Pam sipped her coffee.

“No, it would be on the laptop.  I doubt that we’re going to get a week off.  Aren’t we having a party this Saturday?”  I inhaled the steam from my mug.

I powered up my phone and waited for it to tell me something.  I had an email telling me my car warranty was almost up.  Good God!! 

Pam’s phone buzzed. She looked at it and put her hand on me as if to say, "Be quiet."

“Good morning, Pam.  This is Doctor Foster’s office.  We have a cancellation, so we could do your procedure tomorrow morning at 8:15.  Please call my office and let us know if you will be available.  Have a happy Monday.”  The phone beeped.

Pam stared at the phone for a moment, then looked at me.

“Mark,” Pam was shaking and tearing up.  “Tomorrow.  We can be there tomorrow, can’t we?  Oh, Mark!”  Pam was crying.

“You bet we will be there tomorrow.  Tomorrow at eight-thirty.  I am so excited,”  I hugged my tender-hearted woman. 

Miss Timbrook sent a message asking if we could come to the office. Jack had some questions about the Cloverton survey, and I was waiting for that to happen. Pam and I decided on an eleven o’clock meeting, which worked for them.

Pam made breakfast and we lingered over a cup of coffee afterwards.  We dressed and headed for J and L’s offices.  When we walked in, Nancy greeted us and escorted us to Miss Timbrook’s office.  She stood up and greeted us.  She asked Nancy to bring a round of coffee or whatever was in the canteen they labeled coffee.

It wasn’t long before Jack joined us.  He grinned when he saw the coffee.

Pam looked at Jack, “It has to be better than Hotel Cloverton cra – I mean coffee,” we all laughed.

Miss Timbrook said Pam’s explanation of the possible locations of the two pins was excellent.  It gave the planners a good place to start.  The biggest question was about who owned what.  I told her that was a real mess. 

I tried to explain it as best as I could.  Basically, our legal department would have to locate Radermaker, a family member, to force a member of Earl Jackson’s family to give up the land or pay Radermaker for it plus back taxes and rent.   

Pam opened her laptop and pointed out where the two pins should be. She also showed on the diagram that the Jackson shed crossed the Radermaker property line, making it easy for anyone to see the problem.  

Miss Timbrook’s questions had been answered.  Pam and I decided to go by P and D’s to answer any questions they may have.  When we got there, Mrs. Worth was all smiles.

“You two sure make it easy to follow even if you can’t put your pole on the pin.  I can tell you for a fact the legal department is not going to like this one.  God knows how long it will take to trace down any relatives of either family,”  Mrs. Worth shook her head.

“If there aren’t any other questions, Pam and I will take off.  As always, we’re as close as your phone or email.  Is there anything on the board for this week?  I won’t be available tomorrow morning.  ” Mrs. Worth called Mr. Dorrest to check for the next survey.

“Mark, Mr. Dorrest said to keep Wednesday and Thursday open.  Mr. Platt is working on a deal.  It entails tearing down a small strip mall, so it shouldn’t be a big deal.  I’ll be in touch.” Mrs. Worth smiled, and we left.

I held the car door for Pam; she swung her legs into the car.  When I got in, she looked puzzled.  “If there is a building on the site, why resurvey it?  Wouldn’t the General Contractor have done that?”  She had a good point.

“They should, but did they, that’s the question.  A guy and his company lost the J and L account from being lazy.  Platt wouldn’t hear of it.  He’d blow the top floor off of the building.  Any project that either company bids, they want an up-to-date survey.  The reason they like our work is that we include the original with ours. 

They may send it down to Andrew and have him make a transparency of one to overlay on the other.  That’s proof positive if anything was screwed with.”  Pam nodded in agreement.

“Baby, we have until tomorrow morning free.  What would you like to do?  We’re not far from Main Street or the lake.  Or do you have any other suggestions?”  I asked Pam.

“Mark, I’m so excited about tomorrow I can’t think.  We go to see Doctor Foster at eight-thirty and then to see Father Ryan at five-thirty.  I’m sure they won’t try to implant our baby tomorrow morning; it’s just the thought of it.  My God, I am so close to giving the man I love everything I can -if you would pop a balloon behind me, I’d be on the roof of a three-story building.”  Pam was beside herself.

“Okay, let’s go to the Brat Bar, it is lunchtime.  We can decide what we want for our wedding.  One thing is for sure, Pam;  I want it to center around you.  This is your special day and I want that reflected in the ceremony.”  We leaned toward each other and kissed.

I pulled down the street for the Brat Bar when Pam put her hand on my leg.

“Mark, let’s go home and call The Pizza Man.”  Pam had a sensual tone and her eyes twinkled.

“Homeward bound, we are,”  I smiled back at her and turned toward home. 

I stopped at the Grab ‘N Go and got a bottle of red wine.  On the way out, I went back and grabbed a second bottle.  Better to have and not need than to need and not have.  Pam giggled when I handed her the two bottles to hold.

“Since you bought the wine, I’ll give you a present.” Pam gave me her undies.  Oh, someone is in a playful mood!

I turned down our street; Pam wanted me to hurry.  “Do you need to use the bathroom?” 

“No,” Pam said with a sly grin.  “Not for what you’re thinking, big boy,” she purred.

As our garage door closed, I opened the car door for Pam.  She got out, jumped into my arms, and wrapped her legs around my waist.  She looked into my eyes, growled, and kissed me deeply.

“Is there something I can do for you, Ma’am?”  I teased her.

“Not while you have clothes on, Baby,” Pam cooed.

I held the kitchen door for her, and from there, you could follow the trail of clothes to the bathroom.  I patted and massaged Pam’s butt while she adjusted the water.  She turned around, grinning.

“I’m hot enough, but don’t let that stop you,”  she purred.

“It never has.” I grabbed her hair and kissed her deeply.

While the water flowed over us, our foreplay continued.  When Pam bent over to suck my cock, I gently fingered her wet pussy.  Pam moaned her approval until I removed my finger.  Pam whimpered.  I started to push my finger into her tight ass.  Pam pushed back, trying to help my finger.  As my finger slowly slid into her tight ass, Pam groaned with lust.

“Mark, take me on the bed.  I want you to do me on the bed,” Pam panted.

Departed Soul