A Little Color

Opened the door and first thing he noticed was pink. Little frosty pink toenails. Sheer smooth silky legs. Dear god she had those shorts on again. Low on her hips and high on her thighs. Tight and smooth across her ass, clinging even to the dimple on her right side, not a thing under them. More pink, one of those strappy snug bra top things she delighted in wearing around him. She claimed it was all about comfort but it seemed she was always getting a sly smile on her face when she caught him staring at her nipples. Mind you those tops didn’t help hide them at all, so it wasn’t all his fault if they fascinated him.

Comfortably stretched out on the sofa reading, she was a luscious pink picture. Had to laugh at himself, he was getting fond of pink. Pink tops. Pink sweatshirt. Pink capris. Pink lace bras wrapped around pink nipples. Pink undies with a lace up back across her pink butt. Deep Pink leopard print lace. Bright pink tank top under a linen pink shirt. Pale pink satin boy short bottoms with a heart on the side. Did he mention the little pink sheer string biniki bottoms she wore under her plain jane work clothes? His current fave was peeling the shorts off her little pink bottom, all naked under those tiny denim shorts… yes, he really liked the girl in pink.