Pam&Zach

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.

Fun Over the Underwear...

One night, a couple of years ago, when Zach's favorite major league professional baseball team, the Philadelphia Phillies were in the playoffs, we decided to go have dinner and watch one of the games at a local sports bar rather than sitting at home. During the playoffs, it's always more fun when you're among a crowd all rooting for their team's success instead of being home alone.

I had already showered and dressed by the time Zach came out of the bathroom. I enjoyed lustfully looking at him as he stood there all wet and naked before he began toweling off. I'm almost positive he had been playing with himself in the shower, as his dick was half erect. When he had finished, he went into the walk-in closet and emerged with just a pair of shorts and a polo shirt.

"What? You weren't planning on going commando tonight were you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was. I thought you enjoyed it when I do that? No?"

"Usually I do. But tonight I want you to wear these," I told him as I went into the closet and came out holding a pair of his no fly bamboo boxer briefs. I almost chose the mesh see-through ones, but thought otherwise. When dressed, Zach almost always wears boxers or nothing at all, except when we're spending the night at someone's house. Then he'll bring along these ultra light smooth bamboo briefs to sleep in. He also wears them under his gym shorts when he works out.

"Why these?" Zach asked as he took them from me and started to put them on.

"Cause tonight I have a little something in mind for when we're watching the game and you'll need those." As the words flowed from my lips, I unbuttoned my shorts and showed him that, I too, had on a pair of cotton panties as well, rather than my usual satin bikinis, or thong or nothing at all.

"What kinda something?" he inquired as he slipped on his loafers and we headed toward the door.

"You'll just have to wait and see," I smirked as I grabbed his ass and closed the front door behind me.

The drive to the place wasn't long and we parked and got inside about fifteen minutes before the first pitch. Since we were early, it wasn't yet completely crowded and we were able to procure a high top table along the back wall facing two of what had to be twelve flat screen TVs that circled the bar itself. For those of you not familiar with a high top, it's a small round elevated table for two or three people that you sit at on high barstools. The stools are high enough that they only leave about nine inches of space between the top of your thigh and the bottom of the table when you're seated.

The waitress, Emily, came and took our dinner order and then brought us our beverages, just as the first inning began. By now, it was getting more crowded and much noisier and everyone had their eyes glued to the screens. Before our food arrived, I leaned over and whispered in Zach's ear as I placed my hand on his crotch,

"Tonight, because I love you, I thought I'd see if I could make you cum in your pants without touching your cock. Well, not touching it under your underwear." Then I nibbled on and stuck my tongue in his ear. "Just by touching it over them. Whatta you think? Would you like that?"

I leaned back, but kept my hand on his crotch as I felt his dick begin to swell.

"You mean here? Dur..dur...during the game?" Zach stammered as he turned to face me.

"Why not? Nobody will be looking at us. How bout it?" I uttered just as Emily brought our appetizers and I picked up a cheese fry and seductively licked it with my tongue before sucking it between my lips.

"How about you? Do I get to do the same to you?"

"You sure do. But only if I get you to cum. If not, then we'll both have to wait till we get home after the game."

Zach glanced around the bar. It was now wall to wall people. And while it was true that the vast majority were watching the game, there were still plenty who were not as fixated and were carrying on conversations in small groups. One particular group was a trio of young women decked out in their Phillies jerseys and short shorts standing directly between us and the TVs.

Zach ate a few fries and took a big gulp of his drink, before turning back to face me saying,

"You know I can't say no to you. Right? Just please, be careful. Okay?"

"Of course. Now watch the game and let me play," I said as my fingers undid the button on his shorts and I slowly pulled his zipper down. Feeling somewhat exposed, Zach moved his stool closer to the table. Just seconds after I had started to play, Emily, showed up with our entrees. When I removed my hand from under the table, Emily, obviously knowing what I was up to, winked at me and asked, "Will you be needing more... napkins?"

"Thanks, but I think we're good for now, but I let you know if we do," I replied, smiling and returning the wink.

We started eating and being left handed, I was able to both use my fork while at the same time, use my right hand to trace the outline of Zach's cock with my fingers, running them up and down both sides. He was rock hard and testing the stretch limits of those smooth undies. Luckily, there was no fly, otherwise it would have popped out.

Suddenly, the room erupted in cheers and high fives as the Phillies scored two runs to take the lead. I took the opportunity of the distraction to rub the palm of my hand down the entire length of Zach's dick and attempted to slide my fingers under his balls, but with his shorts just open, it was too tight a fit and I knew asking him to pull them down a bit was not an option tonight. His loss. When my fingers returned to rubbing the tip of his cock, I could feel a wet spot and I knew I had a real shot at making him cum. I played with him like that the entire time we were eating.

When we finished our meals, I was able to turn toward Zach, placing my right arm over his shoulders, snuggling up to his neck and giving me the ability to use my left hand to continue playing. My eyes were drawn to that group of young women in front of us. When one of them bent down from the waist to pick something up from the floor, she gave us a great view of her nice tight little ass straining against the denim of her short shorts.

I whispered in Zach's ear, "See that cute little ass?"

Zach nodded as his eyes fixated on it. When she bent back up, she turned toward us and smiled.

"I think she did that on purpose," I continued, now gripping my fingers almost all the way around his cock. "What if she came over here and, I don't know. Maybe she'd say something like, I saw you staring at my butt and if it's okay with your date, you can join me in the ladies room and I'll give you a better look. Who knows? Maybe I'll even let you fuck it."

Zach's dick throbbed at that thought and I seized the moment and began stroking it.

"And of course I'd say, "It's okay with me. Can I watch?"

I felt Zach squeeze his knees together, attempting to fight back the urge to cum, so I stopped stroking and began rubbing my thumb, first against his peehole and then against his frenulum.

"I bet her asshole is even tighter than mine," I continued teasing. "And look at those tits. You'd really have something to hold onto as you plowed her from behind."

Zach gritted his teeth, squelching a moan as I again stroked his cock, only faster this time. I had him right on the edge as the room erupted again, celebrating another home run by the Phillies. Zach's shout of joyful pleasure as he came blended in perfectly with those of the crowd. I kept on stroking him until I felt his cock stop pulsing. And he came a lot. His briefs were thoroughly soaked.

A moment or two passed before I was able to catch Emily's attention and when she eventually made her way over to our table I said,

"I think we can use those extra napkins now. And can we get a to go bag as well?"

She knowingly smiled, nodded and went to get them. When she returned and asked if she could get us anything else as she began clearing our table, I checked the TV and saw that the game was in the seventh inning.

"Maybe just another round of beverages. We always stay to see the finish," I joked. She nodded, acknowledging the double entendre.

I handed Zach the napkins and the to go bag. He piled a bunch of napkins over his saturated briefs, zipped up his shorts and made his way to the men's room. He returned after a bit carrying the to go bag containing his cum soaked undies. By then it was the start of the ninth inning.

"You sure made quite the mess," he informed me.

"I didn't make any mess. I might have encouraged it. Or had a hand in it, literally. But you, darling, you made the mess. I will ask you though, was it worth it?" as I kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"Yes, it was quite worth it. But I noticed that you made it last till the game was almost over, leaving me little or no chance to reciprocate, unless you want to stay and see the post game show?"

"I'll give you the choice," I responded. "We can stay and you can play with me here. Or you can take me home, eat my pussy and then do anything you want to me. You know. Even pretend I'm that hot little cute girl who was gonna let you fuck her in the ass."

Needless to say, we watched the final out, paid our check, giving Emily a huge tip, and headed home. If Zach is anything, he's in no way a fool.