Ponytail Stories

Alice and I continued to run 5k a couple of times a week. I was always dressed in her old school uniform, while she was attired in something more like what other runners were wearing. It was mortifying that my short gym skirt was forever flipping up, revealing my gym knickers. I did try to persuade Alice that I would be better off wearing shorts, like her, but she would have none of it. “Surely, it must be embarrassing fo...

Kim slouched comfortably in the armchair in the corner of Helen's bedroom and started chatting merrily. She seemed far more relaxed than Helen remembered her ever seeing her. Helen was pleased that the buxom Japanese teenager wore the same clingy and exceptionally skimpy sailor's suit as she'd worn the previous week - a far cry from the loose, baggy clothes she usually wore. This outfit suited her, showing off her slim fi...

The arena polo match was deep into the fourth chukka, and they were losing by a goal, but Helen had a clear shot. She swung her mallet. "Damn!" she shouted when the ball sliced off to bang loudly on the wooden boards surrounding the polo arena. It was only a friendly, but Helen was still annoyed. She glanced up at the stands. Sure enough, Angel shook his grey head. She'd be in trouble later. She felt her panties dampen in...