KEEP MY PANTIES DOWN

As it did, it took the folds of her tracksuit

top with it. That slid over her shoulder and started slithering down her slim, tanned arm.

As I put my arm behind her to help the removal of the top, so her thin tennis top was pulled tightly across her chest framing and illustrating her full breasts. We fumbled the top off and lay back cuddling.

We were becoming more accustomed to being in such an intimate situation, to being in each other’s arms, to caressing and holding each other. Mine, certainly, and I was pretty sure hers as well, confidence increased as we became used...