One of my clasmattes in college was a very nice petite girl with curly chestnut hair and beatiful porcelain skin. She was very well mannered and used to dress in a much more conservative way than others, but you could tell she had a nice petite figure. Her geeky big glasses made her look much younger.
We were not friends but I was assigned to work with her and others on a large research project. Through casual conversation I learned that her family was very religious and that she lived in a farm about an hour and half away from campus.
As the weeks went by we became good friends and I got to observe one of the most interesting characteristics I have seen in anybody, her skin tone made imposible for her to hide any emotion. She would go paper white when nervous, her face would turn a nice warm shade of pink when she enjoyed her food (or something made her happy), her cheeks would blush when laughing and her face would turn bright red when angry or frustrated.
About two months into the project they re-arranged the schedule and most of the work was to happen during the evening. She was really concerned about being able to continue because she lived so far away and there were no more buses that late. Since I Iived in a small apartment outside of campus I offered her my couch but I was almost certain that her religious parents were not going to allow her to stay at a guy’s place.
To my surprise she showed up at my door the next day with a very small and tightly packed duffle bag. “My mom says tjat she trust me and I can stay at your place if I can use the bedroom instead of the couch and I get to lock the door” she told me. I took that as very weird request but I was happy to help and I always ended falling asleep on the couch most nights anyways.
That day we walked together to the research building, worked on our assigned tasks and walked back to my apartment. She immediately went into the bedroom and locked the door. I thought nothing and just went to grab a late night snack. A few moments later she came out to use the washroom and she was wearing the cutest pink pajamas . Till that moment I had cero interest in her but I could not believe how shockingly sexy she looked in the most innocent outfit, the soft fabric of her pajama pants accentuated her perfect round ass and her pajama top showed the perkines of her breast, on top of that she was not wearing shoes and you could see how perfect her tiny feet were.
My mind and body went crazy while she was in the washroom. When she came out I must have been the one blushing while trying to hide my erection. She gave me one look turned paper white for a second but then warm pink as she did when she liked her food and went again into the bedroom to quickly lock the door. How wise is her mom I thought.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vrp3er/pink_pijamas_part_1
That’s a very cute story, I hope there is more.