Choice Tales from the Vale – (042) The Girl in the Pink Pyjamas

Mark Sheridan was twenty two and had just returned to his parents’ home in Shallowfield after completing his degree.

After the obligatory kiss and hug for his mother and helping his dad unload the car he went straight upstairs to his room.

His father, being his father, had picked him up from Aston University in Birmingham at stupid o’clock so he was planning to grab a couple of hours sleep once he had brought all his stuff up.

He put the last box in the corner and went over to the window to draw the curtains which was when he first noticed the girl in the pink pyjamas and suddenly he wasn’t so tired.

The girl who was tiptoeing around the garden in her nightclothes was playing with a kitten and when she bent over in front of him she had his full attention because as her bottoms stretched tight across her buttocks it was obvious she wasn’t wearing any pants underneath them.

“Very nice” he said and all at once the kitten scampered off and the girl scampered after it which was when she leant forward and the full weight of her breasts fell forward and showed through her top in stark relief.

“Oh mama” he said in response to her mama’s but then the girl stood up and turned towards the house and moments later she went indoors.

“No don’t go” he said and pressed his face against the glass of his window “dance around some more”

But his words fell on deaf ears as she was gone.

Mark stood by the window for another ten minutes hoping she would reappear but she didn’t.

He sat in his room for the next hour thinking about the girl in the pink pyjamas but as horny as her performance was he wasn’t sure why.

He had three very successful years at University and ended with a very impressive collection of notches on his bedpost.

All body shapes, ethnicity, short, tall, blondes, brunettes and redheads, suffice is to say he did not go short, so why he should be so affected by a redheaded girl in pink pyjamas who he hadn’t even got a good look was a mystery.

He decided to give up on trying to get his head down and went in search of food instead.

Mark found his mum in the kitchen who offered to cook him bacon and egg.

“Who are the new neighbours?” he asked

“What new neighbours?”

“Next door” he said

“No the Coates still live next door” she said

“I just saw a strange redhead dancing around the garden in her PJ’s”

Mark said

“That’s Amy”

“No that’s not possible, Amy is a skinny kid with braces” he pointed out

“She used to be but she’s 18 now” Mrs Sheridan said “She starts at University in September”

“It was Amy?” he asked

“Yes” she replied “she’s always been a lovely girl but she’s grown into a beautiful young woman”

“Yes she has” he agreed

“And she’s not seeing anyone at the moment” she added

It was a glorious day in the middle of May, unseasonably warm and the type of day that England was made for and Mark and his parents were invited to the Coates’s for a BBQ.

In the week following Mark’s arrival back in Shallowfield from University he had been up early every morning just on the off chance that he might catch a glimpse of Amy tripping around the garden in her pyjamas once more but he never saw her out there again and inexplicably he was really disappointed.

In fact he hadn’t caught sight of her at all in night clothes or day clothes.

So when his parents received the BBQ invite he saw that he was included he didn’t hesitate in accepting it.

He was haunted by the image of the busty redhead cavorting with the kitten in her night wear and he had to see her face to face to get that delightful image out of his brain and out of his system so he could get back to accumulating notches on his bedpost.

He had already allowed two dead certs to slip through his fingers and he had to ensure there wasn’t to be a third and he and the family were off to stay with his grandparents in Spain a month later and he was very much looking forward to some sin in the sun, so he wanted the busty redhead out of his system.

 

Mark Sheridan, younger brother Kevin and their parents arrived mid-afternoon at the BBQ through the side gate to find everything in full swing.

Introductions were made, acquaintanceships renewed, slaps on the back received and drinks dispensed.

But to his great disappointment there was no sign of Amy, her older brother and younger siblings were there, but not she.

Every time he heard fresh footfalls on the patio he would crane his neck hoping to see her and his mum picked up on his anxiousness and was amused by it, but put him out of his misery when she asked her hostess.

“Where’s Amy today?”

“She working today at The Woodcutters” she replied, The Woodcutters Arms was a popular venue for Sunday lunch in Shallowfield, “She’ll be home soon though”

Mark’s mum was looking at him and smiling as Mrs Coates delivered the news and Mark was unable to conceal his pleasure on receipt of the information.

 

Another hour of inane chatter followed before Mrs Coates suddenly got out of her seat.

“Hello darling” she said “Do you want a drink or would you rather change first”

“A drink first please” Amy replied even though she had had a busy shift at the pub and was quite hot, and in all honesty she would have preferred to have had a quick refreshing shower and then slip into a summer dress but she had been every bit as eager to see Mark again as he was to see her.

Although Mark’s interest only stemmed from the morning he witnessed her Pyjama ballet in the garden, whereas Amy’s fascination for him began when she was only twelve when of course the 16 year old Mark only saw her as a skinny tomboy with scabby knees and braces on her teeth.

“Hello everyone” she said

As she had been working at the pub that lunchtime she was still dressed in her waitress uniform of short black skirt and tights and a crisp white blouse, always a nice combo, Mark liked her in her uniform almost as much as her PJ’s.

It was the first chance he had to ogle her glorious bod at close quarters.

She was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, he had always liked a redhead, and a red bush for that matter.

She also had spellbinding green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.

“Hello stranger” She said smiling broadly at him as she sat down next to Mark.

“Hhhhi” he stammered

“I hope that’s the affect I’m having on him” she thought to herself and smiled “And he’s not just drunk”

Some unremarkable small talk followed, going back and forth across the table, until she finished her drink and then she said.  

“I think I’ll go and get changed” but she was looking at Mark when she said it.

He returned her smile and had another beer and waited patiently for her to return, he didn’t join in the conversation much as he was distracted by the sound of the shower running and the mental images associated with a beautiful naked young woman, he pictured the water droplets traversing her breast and accumulating on her nipples or cascading down her belly towards her luscious red bush, at least he hoped it was, it certainly was in his erotic dreams, there was red bush and plenty of it.

 

It was about forty minutes after she excused herself when he saw the gorgeous Amy emerge from the house, she had changed out of her uniform and was wearing instead a lovely emerald green summer dress and being the man he was he immediately wondered if her knickers and bra matched a thought which caused him to have a slight trouser tickle.

There were no spare seats at the table where he and his parents were sitting which frustrated him slightly but to his surprise and delight she stole a chair from the other table.

“Can I squeeze in?” she asked him

“Yes please” he said a little too eagerly, which did not go unnoticed and made her smile, but made the conversation strained.

But once again Mark’s mum came to the rescue and suggested that the young people should leave the oldies and go and stretch their legs.    

Neither Mark nor Amy needed telling twice and immediately got up

 

They left the garden and walked up towards Teardrop Lake 

“You look very lovely” he said

“I bet you say that to all your conquests” she retorted

“No I’m serious” he said

“You do have a reputation though don’t you” she pointed out

“I mean it I think you’re a pretty girl and you look very lovely in that dress” he said indignantly he wanted to add that he was quite fond of her tits as well but he held that back.

“Oh don’t give me the pretty girl spiel” Amy said and laughed

“Well that’s what I see” he said defensively

“And you like me in this dress?” she asked

“Of course” he said “though not as much as in your PJ’s”

“When did you see me in my Pyjamas?” she asked in horror

He then went on to explain about seeing her cavorting in her pink pyjamas when she was tiptoeing around the garden playing with a kitten.

He didn’t mention about when she bent over in front of him and her bottoms stretched tight across her buttocks showing that she obviously wasn’t wearing any pants underneath them or when she bent forward to pick up the scampering kitten and she leant forward so the full weight of her breasts fell forward and showed through her top in stark relief.

But after he finished telling her about seeing her cavorting in her night clothes in the garden she was mortified and went very red.

“I don’t believe it” she said “and you actually watched?”

“Of course I did” he replied matter of factly “You looked cute”

“You perve” she said and laughed

 

When they reached the lake and stopped to look out across the water he asked

“Do you want to go out to the pictures?”

“Why?”

“Why not?” he said “or maybe go for a meal, bowling or just a drink”

“Why do you want to go out with me?” she asked

“Because I like you”

“You don’t even know me” Amy said

“Of course I do, we’ve been neighbours for years”  

“Yes but when you saw me last week you thought you had new neighbours” she pointed out 

“Ah well that’s because you’ve filled out a bit, that’s all” he said defensively

“Which is the only reason you want to take me out” Amy stated

“No” he snapped

“Look Mark I’ve seen you go out with half the pretty girls in Shallowfield” She said, a little bitterly “and I bet it was no different at University”

“Look all I can say is that since I first saw you I’ve been able to think of nothing else but you” he said

“Pervy thoughts probably” Amy said coolly

“No” he snapped “I’m smitten”

“What?”

“I’m smi…” he began but Amy was kissing him.

 

Over the following three weeks they saw a lot of each other, cinema, bowling, laser quest or pizza’s, in fact the spent virtually every moment she wasn’t working together doing something.

Though not what he was burning to do, they kissed every day, they held hands, they even cuddled a lot, but that was all.

He hadn’t got inside her knickers, he hadn’t even groped her tits, he hadn’t even tried to feel her up and wet his fingers even though he wanted to desperately he was strangely willing to wait.

The side effect to his patience was a necessary increase in his self-abuse almost to his pre-sixteen year old levels.

But during their fourth week of dating Amy was a little quieter than normal so halfway through the week Mark asked her what was wrong.

During their fourth week of dating Amy was a little quieter than normal so halfway through the week Mark asked her what was wrong.

“What’s wrong is you’re going to Spain in two days’ time and you’ll be spending two weeks chasing pretty Spanish girls in the sunshine”  

“What I will be doing is spending two weeks missing you” he said

“And counting the days until I come back to you”

His heartfelt words melted her heart and Amy rewarded him with their most passionate kiss, in fact such was the level of passion that Amy wanted to give herself to him totally.

But as much as she wanted him, she knew she had to wait, because she had to be sure.

Amy was sure about her feelings for him, but although his words moved her, it was his dead’s that concerned her, Amy knew his reputation with girls and she didn’t want to be just another of his conquests.

So he went home and made his way gingerly upstairs with his lover’s balls, firstly he had a piss, which was no mean feat with a hard on.

Mark had to lean forward like a ski jumper and piss in the shower after which time he dealt with his rather spectacular erection while beneath the shower as he thought about what sexploit’s he would have with Amy given the opportunity.

Amy however waited until she was comfortable beneath the duvet in her pink pyjamas when she employed her fingers to deal with her own arousal.

 

It was midway through June when Mark kissed Amy goodbye in the quiet secluded corner of the garden, their special place, the place where they kissed goodnight every night.

A patio area with a pergola above it covered with honeysuckle and Jasmine, it was a perfect place, peacefully quiet and refreshingly cool beneath the scented canopy which allowed only dappled light to penetrate and most importantly private.

So no one could see them fondly kiss or see her shed a tear as he and his family drove off to the Airport.

There was a two hour delay at Heathrow Airport which was when Mark penned his first love letter to Amy which set of a chain of billet-doux between them which cemented their burgeoning love. 

They skyped every couple of days which they enjoyed but it was the love letters that they looked forward to receiving the most. 

 

They Skyped the night before he was flying home and they made arrangements to see each other as soon as he was home.

His parents and his brother Kevin were staying on for another week but Mark had to be back for a job interview after the weekend so he was travelling back to Shallowfield on his own and therefore they would have the house to themselves.

He arrived home around lunchtime and ate a sandwich for lunch and then had a hot shower and a shave, he knew he had time as Amy was working until four.

When he was spruced up he stepped out through the open French windows and walked across the garden and sat in their special place and waited for Amy.

He sat down under the canopy of honeysuckle and Jasmine in the dappled shade to wait for the girl he had fallen in love with and day dreamed about her.  

Mark continued to dream of her for the next forty minutes and he stopped when he caught sight of Amy, the girl of his dreams, coming across the lawn wearing the beautiful emerald green dress that he liked her in so much and he immediately wondered if the colour of her knickers and bra matched the dress which caused him a significant trouser tickle.

But as she got closer he realised the point was moot as it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and his trouser tickle turned into a semi.

The organ most affected for Amy was her heart which was pounding in her chest as she stepped onto the patio and he smiled at her.

She returned his smile and asked

“So how were all the pretty Spanish Girls?”

“They were lovely” he replied “but I rather like a pretty English girl myself”

She gave him a look and then he continued

“Which is why I’ve come back to you”

“I’m not pretty,” she snorted

“No that’s true” he agreed, “You’re beautiful”

She just shook her head and turned away coyly.

“You are beautiful Amy” he insisted as he moved close to her so that her intoxicating perfume enveloped him and he lifted her chin.

And when Mark had steered her head back towards him he moved his hand from her chin and caressed her cheek while he stared into her beautiful hypnotic green eyes, and then he leant in and kissed her.

Amy immediately responded by pressing her mouth hard against his and darting her tongue in his mouth and her arms wrapped around him, holding him so tight.

As the temperature of their embrace grew Mark’s left hand rested on her hip pulling her pelvis towards his now throbbing cock while his right had drifted purposefully from her cheek, down her elegant neck and was moving quickly to her shoulder.

The passion of the kiss showed no sign of abating so his hand moved from her hip up her back and slowly unzipped her dress and Amy’s reaction was to increase the vigour of her darting tongue, so the hand Mark had resting on her shoulder began pushing the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow at which point Amy obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the cotton fell away from her, his hand was able to cup her glorious exposed breast.

Amy sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger until he disengaged his mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but he broke away again as unbeknown to her he had other plans for his mouth.

So still fondling her breast he started to kiss down her neck while slipping her remaining shoulder strap off to expose her other glorious globe which he quickly took hold of with his spare hand.

Much to her approval he returned his mouth to hers, however briefly, as he fondled both of her titties, playing with her swollen peaks with his thumbs before Mark’s mouth went on a journey down her neck, her freckled shoulder and heaving chest until he found himself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful round tits which he took turns on, kissing, licking and sucking.

Amy was trembling, her left hand was on his shoulder, gripping hard and her other was fingering his hair as he sucked her teat and while he did so his hands were on her knees about to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward as if to distract her from his intent he sucked hard on her nipple, making her wince, she withdrew it immediately and Mark thought he had hurt her too much but instead she thrust her other teat between his lips for similar treatment and he duly obliged.

His hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and he felt the fabric of her panties beneath his fingertips.

Marks big hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until his fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly he tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where gravity took over and his hands were then quickly occupied with her naked arse and he stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly, simultaneously edging her backward against the table.

Amy adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants.

Mark was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs pausing briefly to steal a glance of her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which he found for some reason extremely erotic, and he thought to himself “they were emerald green then”

He continued kissing up her thigh, he could smell coconut on her skin, he kissed further and he could detect her perfume, squirted for his benefit he assumed, and then further still and he could smell her odour, pungent and profuse which spurred him on, and very soon he was rubbing his face in her ample freshly showered red public curls and she went weak at the knees.

Mark manoeuvred her back still further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and then she opened her legs up wide for him.

 

Mark manoeuvred Amy back until he could slide her buttocks onto the patio table to support her weight while he knelt before her and he looked up and saw Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and then she opened up legs up wide for him to drink deeply of her heady perfumed juices and pleasured her with his tongue until he could wait no more and he got to his feet and kissed her with Amy’s pungent fragrance all around his mouth and when he stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as his hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips and as he fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand, making her moan whorishly, while he released his cock from its confines with the other.

Mark stood in front of her trembling body and he kissed her once more as he penetrated her and he felt her hymen break.
He stopped and while he was still inside her he said
"I didn’t know you were a virgin"
Mark had assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as he was aware, and his mum had said she’d had several boyfriends.
"I’m sorry" was her reply
“What for?” he said, his throbbing cock eager to continue

"For not being experienced, for not being any good" she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits “for not being like your other girls”
“I’m glad I’m the first” he replied “And I’m going to be second and third”
So he pulled her dress back down exposing her gorgeous tits again and kissed her

“We will have to discuss your serious self-esteem issues in the afterglow” He said as he gave her a full length and she moaned softly and held onto him like a frightened child, then he gave her another and she relaxed a little, then another and she began moaning louder, then another and she came.

But when Amy came the first time he thought the table was going to collapse so he withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off his glistening knob onto the patio,

“Please, don’t stop” she entreated

“Don’t worry darling” he reassured her “we’ll finish this inside on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”

He discarded his shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum and she stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.

“Let go” he said “You’re beautiful remember”

She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor, and he admired her gorgeous body with her magnificent breasts and the thick red triangle of pubic hair, she stepped out of the discarded dress, but she still had her emerald green panties wrapped round her ankle, and she made as if to shake it free but Mark said

“No leave them, it’s really sexy”

He held out his hand and she took it in hers and he led her inside and finished the job and when he finally lost his load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from his pulsating twitching cock.

 

Mark and Amy spent the night together in his bed and after making love the next morning they had to go out in the garden and retrieve their clothes, not that they needed them as they were naked in each other’s arms for most of the day.