Marinette Pajamas Novels & Stories

“Nothing but good thoughts from now on. We’re married. Now where’s that champagne? You open it. I’ll be right back.” Marian admired the bedroom furniture they’d chosen and the cheerful bedspread and curtains. The cabin was homey and comfortable. She carefully removed her gown and bra. She left on the lacy panties and her garter belt and white hose. Her sheer white nightgown slid down her body. Before she went back to the great room, she slipped her high heels back on. When she opened the bedroom door, she put one leg out and peeked. Rand carried two glasses of champagne and almost dropped them.

I peek into Winters's room and see her holding up two pajamas, unsure which to wear. I turn away, smiling as I hear him say, “you can wear the llamacorns tomorrow. Let’s match Macaroni tonight.” He has patience with her. I did not see that one coming.

He could smell his daughter's arousal. "Give me a second and I'll get changed," he muttered. Alone in his bedroom, Phil stripped off the wet shorts and boxers and contemplated his stubborn erection. Then he remembered that his daughter had bought him some pajamas for Christmas. He hadn't worn them before, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to do so. It seemed safer than just wearing boxers or shorts. He grinned at the irony when he opened the plastic packaging. The pajamas were from a company named Joe Boxer. He quickly pulled on the warm pajama pants and then took off his t-shirt and pulled the pajama shirt over his head.

Tuesday morning, Mari went down the stairs but before that, she took a quick peck at the window and smiled as she saw children playing in the snow. It’s winter, that’s why she felt the cold gentle breeze of the wind last night. It is the start of the winter season. She heaved a sigh and thought again of what clothes she would wear for tomorrow. She’s wearing a crop top jacket paired with her pajama while yawning. Upon walking, she heard voices from the living room. Her forehead creased as she saw a guy, wearing a tux and she couldn’t recognize him until her brother noticed her.

Hannah After showering and putting on our Christmas-themed pajamas, Chris and I hurried downstairs to join the others. That night, we were all wearing the same Christmas-themed pajamas, with the same pattern but different colors. The women wore red pajamas, while the men wore green pajamas. We also wore red Christmas hats. “Finally, you’re here,” Mark said. “We’ve all been waiting for you,” Mom said as she carried two large paper boxes filled with salty and sweet popcorn.

“These lace pajamas can’t be cheap, right?” Marina snapped back to reality. Her mother, Nelly Hunter, was holding up the pajamas she’d bought yesterday, measuring them against herself. “Not bad taste. This size would fit me too. How about you give me one set?” She snatched the pajamas back, annoyed. “Mom, how many times have I told you? Don't rummage through my things!” “Besides, how could something for a young girl fit you? You’re already in your fifties!”

Marina blurted, but there was excitement in her eyes. “So what’s it gonna be?” Malik grinned. “Take it off!” Devonte added. I started to protest. “Now wait a—” “A bet’s a bet, white boy,” Jamal interrupted. Marina stood. “He’s right, honey.” She undid her shorts and let them fall to her ankles, then kicked them away. She stood in nothing but a pair of pink silk panties, her ass cheeks spilling out. She turned slowly in front of them. Malik and Devonte whistled.

In my head the Amityville horror house said "Get Out" Now half-dressed and still wearing one shoe, she looked at me and said “You own me a quality pair of panties bitch”. She was wearing tight knit black fishnet stockings with a purple tank top. She had a fuck ya hot pair of purple panties on too. Marina had healthy handful sized pointy tits with naturally puffy nipples. Her anger swelled boobs made the purple low-cut tank top an extra fucking special site.Seeing each other naked or in various stages of undress was fairly routine, after all we did share a home and had “for real” respect for each other. Win win as far as I was concerned.