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Originally Posted by Everard
Occasions I hope you will tell us about soon!
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Sorry Everard I missed your request some time back now....
And sorry it's technically not a Pyjama story so strays a little from topic.
Well we have like I say over the many years since that night found ourselves in rather intimate situations one could say.
Not long after the story above we were all out on the town and just cruising as we would do in younger days, she was wearing the same style little off shoulder thin white cotton top, that I just loved as the light would go right through it and a girls bare shoulders alone, just drives me nuts.
We were young and she was very naive to the big city life as she had grown up in a small country setting so to get over to the city and out with us was always a huge deal for her, she was just excited for the experiences we would have doing nothing at all, really.
We had stopped at a park that was known for its magnificent big fountains and boardwalks. We were having some drinks and there was 6 of us all just hanging out. With the other 4 being couples. Seeing her and I were the odd two out we just kinda hung out together. It was a warm summer night and the two other couples had slipped off to undoubtedly get more intimate.
Her and I decided we would take a walk and we were walking along the top of the cement walls that ran throughout the fountains, as there were many levels with cascading water features. I had told her to be very careful not to slip off the narrow wall as the water was very deep on the one side and dropped off to the next level of pools on the other. She was getting very nervous so I reached out and took her hand and we walked together laughing and playing around a little.
When we got to a spot where we had to jump across a waterfall (4 feet) to the wall on the other side. I went first then waited for her so I could catch her. As she jumped over she lost her footing fell into me and in a panic went off the wall into the water expecting to go right under and have to swim back out - but discovering it was an illusion and I had lied - the water was only ankle deep...
We laughed and she being embarrassed at being so gullible kicked water up at me. So then the water fight started and the two of us were splashing and laughing and wrestle in the fountain until we were completely soaked and the thin peasant top was wet and hanging very low on her small breasts and what was covering her breast was wet see-through and clinging to her cold hard little nipples.... She looked amazingly sexy with dripping wet ringlet hair hanging over her bare shoulders, My cock was as hard as it could get, considering the skin tight jean shorts of the day cutting off 90% of ones circulation. But I was ready to bust a nut regardless. I grabbed her in my arms and we kissed in the fountains as I scooped her up and carried her under one of the Fountains jets that would blast water 15 feet into the air. As the water streamed down over us it pulled her top down as she shrieked at the cold and I marvelled at her tight tiny nipples rock hard and pointing at me at eye level as she pulled my face into her bare chest.
Suddenly we heard yelling of the security guard who was coming around from the far side of the fountains so we took off running and laughing back through the gardens and out to the street where we had left the car. We then needed to wait shivering in the cold for the others to turn up at the car as well, so we wrapped up in what little we had in the car and made out in the back seat while we waited.
That was the first time I had kissed her but we did manage to reconnect a few time over that summer . I would take my motorcycle over to where she lived and we would take off into the back country and find a little spot on a beach or a river and I would get naked and she would go topless at least.... She was as excited to see my body as I was to see hers. With time she got more comfortable and would go completely naked with me as well. Although we both had girlfriends and boyfriends at home over the years, we had a few summers where we would run off together and just enjoy having fun together. It was a couple years of great fun and crazy temptation that provided added excitement to our lives whenever one of us was needing a pick me up we would just call and say "lets run away".
I would just book a ferry and jump on my bike or into my car and off we would go for a day or a weekend. A chance to forget the world have some laughs and play around a little with each other. We loved each other tremendously.
We both got married and raised families - in fact 25 years later me in a failing marriage and kids off to college, I called her up and said "lets run away" and she said "when can we leave?"
I booked the next week off work and we jumped in my sports car and headed for the back country.
She was very unhappy with a cheating husband and with my marriage all but worn out we spent a week laughing and exploring the country side and seeing each other naked again was amazing. We Started our little ritual back up.
The first night she walked into the hotel room in her little white silk nighty, she looked as gorgeous as she did the night we were watching TV at 18.
She stood in front of me with the light shining through it and the outline of her naked body beneath the silk, her little nipples poking through the lace and the spaghetti straps on her bare shoulders..... For the first time we finally made love, all that night and half the next day.
That was 13 years ago.
I saw her yesterday for a hug, we both just needed to know it was still available if we ever needed to reach out. 40 years and counting. I could run away tomorrow.