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Paisley Girl

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Paisley Girl is a sex story about , scottish, homemade, vintage, british clothing.
A year ago this week, I was in London for a few weekends. I wanted to get away from the house of  my boyfriend, which I’m a bit shy of (he’s a British guy and we live in a different city) and explore some new places. I was in the beautiful city in the south of England so it was great to get away and see the city, its beauty, and some of my local sights. I’ve been wanting to visit the city for quite some time now and finally got the opportunity.  
As you all might be aware London is famous for its amazing nightlife. As I’m typing this I’m walking down the river with my girlfriend in the car and I’m walking into the river for the first time in a month. It’s not quite the same as the water, but it’s got a nice feel to it and as we go across its narrow banks we are talking a little bit with one another.
We’re talking about some of the local sights in front of us and about things that I haven’t seen before or since so I am having a good laugh. We both had been to some of the old pub venues (the first time was when I was 18 years old) and while we’re walking back to her flat, I start to have an idea for a night out and I’m quite enjoying it at first. I’m chatting to her and we start talking about what we want to do. We are discussing where we want to go, how we want to meet up, our interests at the beginning of the conversation. I tell her I’m really looking forward to seeing where it is in the evening which I was very happy about. She’s a bit of a girl but is really outgoing and always excited to be surrounded by other women. She tells me I could definitely do well to be in the right place and the right time so she asks if I would like to come along. She invites me over for coffee after work, we walk up to some places and she has me at lunch which is a nice break.

We sit down and chat. We talk about our interests and the places we’re interested in. I say that I’d love to have a night out but that I have other plans so I’ll need to call them in. She says yes she will and we get on to our plans. We talk about where we’re going, our interests at this point so she tells me to come up at 7pm so I can meet up and have a drink. We have a lovely evening together and she’s a lovely girl, tall 5’2 with long blonde hair, long black eyes and a huge smile. We get back to her flat and we’ve spent some lovely time chatting, I’m starting to get excited as I am getting the picture, I tell her I’m going to go and have a drink and get dressed up. She says ok, let’s go.

When she comes out I notice the drinks are still full. I walk out and say I’ll be leaving in about 30 minutes so I don’t have a lot of time to talk or have a drink, I walk back into the bathroom. She opens the door and I’m sitting there drinking with my girlfriend. My girlfriend says ok, why don’t you sit down and I will make sure we’re both dressed up.
When we walk in the bathroom I see her in her bikini top and bikini top bra. She was wearing her tank top which had a small bra on a small top and some shorts and her tank top and bikini top were off.

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