Pam and Lisa, Part 5

by Honey West

Bob give a kiss on the cheek to awaken me and, as I stretched on the sofa, I saw that it was late afternoon. I had been asleep a good part of the day. I recalled the exhausting ‘sleep-over’ which took place last night. No wonder I snoozed the day away. We’d seen Keri safely off with her folks this morning and I fixed a large breakfast for Lisa and my husband. Then Lisa had to get started on her school art project and I told her I would check on her in a while. She went back to her house and that’s when the couch seduced me and I succumbed to its charms.

It was my turn to cook dinner and I chose my Greek-cinnamon chicken dish as it was fast, easy and one of my best meals. Bob had had been doing his tool-man thing in the garage all day and was coming in to wash off when I asked him to call Lisa. No answer. I put the food in the oven and went next door. I needn’t have worried. The child was snuggled on her sofa as well. When she opened her eyes and saw me looking down at her she grinned, yawned and stretched like a lazy kitten. Her shirt pulled up when she did this and I could see the hint of hips that would soon be developing. I bent down and razzed her babyish belly button. She squealed and pulled me further into her and the smell of her young skin made me warm. “Hold up, girl,” I cautioned, “once we get started we tend not to stop and dinner will be ready in a half hour.” I told her to take a bath and come next door.

Dinner went well. My chicken was well received and well eaten. Bob and I opened a bottle of wine to go with dinner and we smiled and toasted to the little family scene we had; the three of us at the table. I was not able to bear children and, although I was disappointed at this discovery, we never let it bother our marriage. Still, I think Bob felt that the times I spent with Lisa made me happy in a maternal way and I suppose that’s partly true. (Later, I asked Lisa if she thought she would be gay when she grew up. She answered ‘not if someone like Bob came along’. I should tell him about that compliment someday).

Tim called to remind Bob to grab some extra beer when he came over for the game. He kissed me goodbye and reminded me to lock the doors while at Lisa’s. The child cleaned off the table as I filled the dish washer. It’d been a quiet and lovely day.

Later Lisa and I were sitting on her mother’s porch-steps watching the dusk turn to dark. I’d brought the bottle of wine and a glass with me and though I wasn’t overly tipsy, I was certainly feeling no pain. I felt good and warm and relaxed. The Lusting mechanism in me had been cool all day but was restoking itself as I watched my ten-year-old angel fidget and balance on the railing. She’d wanted a taste of my wine and I let her drink a half-glass. She decided she didn’t like it. She kept bending down, legs straight, and touching her feet with an ease that we adults envy.

“Pam, do you like my mom?”

“Of course I do, honey, we’ve become good friends.”

“No,” she said impishly, “I mean do you like her.”

“Well…” I paused, “Y’know, baby, I don’t think your mother thinks that way. Why? Are you trying to hook us up?”

“It’s just that…, she works hard. She needs to have some fun.”

Lisa’s serious expression when she announced this made me proud. She worries about her mother. Such a dear. Maybe Janice has loosened up and is getting laid in Cleveland as we speak. “You’re a sweetheart for thinking of her, Lisa, just for that I’m going to take special care in nibbling your body from head to toe tonight.” She grinned a half-angel/half-imp look and I noticed she was fidgeting more than she was earlier. I poured one more glass of wine and announced we should be going in. ‘Good, she said, I gotta pee!’

Ohh, magic words. I caught her about the middle as she started to dash in and began to tickle her til she was gleefully shrieking her ‘don’ts’. “Gotta pee, eh? No problem, child, you just have to get past me.” The wine had gotten me fired up as I had her laughing so hard she had tears falling. I looked about as we wrassled on the porch and saw the neighborhood was quiet despite our noise and the street lights were now on. Lisa tried to escape my tickling fingers but I easily held her small frame down. Her shrill giggles suddenly stopped and her face shot a surprised expression. Uh-Uh, she said quietly, It slipped.

I looked at her crotch and saw a dark spot in her light blue jeans. She gripped her pussy like a little tot trying to hold it in. “We have to go in!” she said excitedly, “I can’t hold it anymore!” I helped to her feet. “So go,” I smiled, “No, I mean now. Right here.” She gave me a puzzled look and then realized what I meant. She grinned and bit on her finger in a little-girl way, looking around to see the empty street. I turned her towards the lights and sat on the lower step, my face looking right at the wet spot. I waited. “Now I’ve got stage fright.” she giggled. I took another sip of wine but never let my eyes leave that spot.

The air became very quiet. Then I heard her grunt and the dark wet spot grew. It spread in a large circle about her crotch area and then broke into a trail down her left leg. “Ooohh”, Lisa sighed a low moan as this new sensation ran down her pants. The darkness snaked along the inside of her thigh and grew thicker as the fabric soaked up more liquid. She was peeing moderately but suddenly her bladder opened full tilt and I could hear it hissing out of her, soaking both legs and puddling at her feet. My hand slipped under my loose dress and into my panties as drops of piss fell off her upper thighs where the fabric was oversaturated. It ended way too quickly for me and the girl was down to a trickle. Lisa’s expression was one of shocked amazement at what she did and how it felt. I don’t think her mouth had closed the entire time. Her jeans, once dry light blue, now wet indigo, had ceased its major dripping and the child looked at me for my reaction. “Omigawd,’ she gasped, ‘That’s so weird!” She kicked off her soaked sneakers. “Ooh, it’s getting cold!”

I scooped my little girl up in my arm, her wet pants suprising my arms, and marched inside. Holding her, I turned around and had her lock the door, then carried her to the upstairs bathroom hoping she didn’t drip too much. The house came with one of those old-fashioned crow’s-feet bathtubs, the kind with a head slant that you could take a ‘Dagwood Bumstead’ soak in. I lowered the pixie into it and surveyed the damage. Her jeans from the crotch on down were soaked. Lisa pointed at the top part of her pants. “Still dry here,” she laughed. I noticed that I had carried my wine glass up as well with the girl so I brought it over her and poured it on the untouched area much to her delight.

Better take off your pants, I instructed, They’re getting cold. “It was really warm when it came out!” Lisa shimmied out of her pants. The scent of pee was apparent. I bundled her sopping pants and set them in the sink. When I turned back to Lisa she was stark naked, lying in a large tub that she could have done laps in. What a sight. A woman’s passion in a child’s face. Her smooth, almost pale skin contrasted with the white of the porcelain. My eyes feasted over her boyish body and clean bare slit. She toyed lightly with her candy-mound nipples and beamed when I did the same through my shirt. We stood there for a moment sending little jolts thru our bodies as we watched each other tip our sensitive buds. I delighted in the way her fingers were tweaking her knobs but she grew frustrated by my lack of nudity. Shirt!, she commanded and I pulled mine off and felt my breasts bounce a little. I kneaded my fleshy tits for her benefit. I knew now she loved it when I held them in my hands.

The air cooled in the bathroom and it became apparent that neither of us had turned on the tap yet. We both knew why.

“You’re turn”, she sing-songed. I’m not wearing pants, I said. “So go”, the little vixen mocked, “I mean now. Right here.” There were times this girl made me feel like I was 13 again. I undid my skirt and slid off the panties. I waited for instructions. “In here!” she waved. A little awkwardly I stepped one foot over her and kept my other foot outside of the tub. (A wise move as I was maybe a little intoxicated) I lowered to a half-sitting position, my right thigh setting on the tub’s rim. Lisa’s hand was already at her slit as she repositioned herself under me to get a perfect view of my pussy. She waited, an excited look on her face. Now I had stage fright, which Lisa didn’t help when she reached up and caressed my bushy crack. Stop, I said, I need to concentrate. We waited. There surely was enough wine in me. Lisa’s fingers were already in motion, sliding up and down her pussy in a growing frenzy. Then I felt it. “Here it comes” I whispered, pulling my lips apart. A shot of yellow came out and landed on her flat chest. She gasped and her body jumped at the contact. Then a thin, steady stream poured out of me and onto her stomach, splashing onto the tub walls. I was surprised at how brightly yellow it was as I tended to pee a more clear-looking fluid. Must be the vino, I thought. I managed to direct the spray into her inny belly-button and this tickled Lisa, whose hand was moving furiously over her cunny now. I lowered myself into the tub as I continued peeing, bringing my cunt closer to her skin and pushing the deluge over her chest and around her neck, flowing over her sides and under her body before heading to the drain. I was tempted to go higher but was unsure of my limits. Instead I lowered myself to her pussy and the blurred hand that was in it. Along the way I brushed my hairy cunt on her lower belly, so close that I could feel the pee splashing back up into my lips. I was shooting the last of my yellow liquid on her slit when she cried out an unsophisticated and honest orgasm.

I turned on the water and slid beside her. We lay there letting the comfortably hot water fill up around us. I gently ran my hands all over little pre-teen body, exploring her with my fingers and hugging her with my heart. I guess we both knew that times like this, when we were alone and free from the world, would be far and few, if any. Lisa didn’t like my thoughts that were showing and pinched my nipple. “Maybe next time, I’ll have titties!” she giggled. Always a wise child, I thought.

We spent the night wearing each other out. It was only our third ‘session’ together and yet it was as if we’d made love for years. We always seemed to know what turned the other on and obviously enjoyed the same kinks. Mine came from years of fantasies and desires but Lisa’s came from a youthful willingness to accept and enjoy. We made good use of our mouths, tongues and fingers and delighted in watching the other one’s face melt in passion. She was enamored with the act of kneading my breasts and I loved to gaze at her pert little asscheeks and separate them, revealing her luscious little button-hole. She was an insatiable little minx. Every time I thought I was down for the count she would put her hairless pussy to my nose and her sweet perfume would start me going again.

The next morning was pretty much like the previous. We were exhausted and the coffee took forever to kick in. But there were things to do. We stripped down the bed and washed everything; sheets, blankets, pajamas and, of course, wet jeans. A school art project was hastily completed. And I remembered to hose off the front porch. Poor Bob had a terrible hangover and was content to just suffer in front of the TV all day. Janice was expected home about seven in the evening and I wanted there to be a hot meal in the oven when she came in. Lisa helped with the cooking by raising my skirt, lowering my panties and licking my asshole as I prepared. The young get their strength back quickly.

When Janice came she happy but tired as well. I’m told a cram course in a new computer system will do that to you. Pam, you’re an angel for watching the rugrat, how can I thank you? “Trust me, Janice, it was fun having a child for the weekend”, I said, hoping it sounded right. She was grateful for my watching Lisa and wanted to show it but I could tell she was beat and advised the little ten-year-old to try and make things easy for her mom. It turns out she had already started a hot bubble bath for her upstairs. Such a darling, I was jealous of Janice in a maternal sense. I bussed Lisa on the cheek and went home.

Bob was conked out in his sports chair and I realized that tomorrow’s working day was not far off. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, though, dreaming about my little girl next door.