Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 20:31:04 -0300 From: Christina de Filippo Subject: It was all about the aroma WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age eighteen, PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!! This work is copyrighted to the author. Please, do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. I will be pleased to receive your comments. Please send them to chrisdefil@gmail.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It was all about the aroma - Ff By Christina di Filippo Hi! I am Chris, a 36 yr. old nurse and work at a hospital here in Brazil. I used to work as a babysitter for families in my neighborhood in the past and I still keep in touch with "my girls", though they are all young women by now. I have become their sentimental advisor, fashion consultant and living encyclopedia. The other day, I was at the hospital when I received a frantic call from Tina's mother because her daughter had been involved in a car crash. It was a gory accident and Tina got trapped in the wreckage for a couple of hours. Thankfully, for her, she had only a broken leg but didn't even have to wear a cast. A fracture boot did it. Her father had died in a car accident a few years back and that, plus having been stuck in the wreckage, contributed to her getting symptoms of panic disorder in the ensuing weeks. Her mother, who was an executive in a big corporation, asked me if I could help her to take care of Tina. As I was in the evening shift at the hospital, I was able to accommodate her during the day. Tina had been one of "my girls" when she was 4-5, and now, at 16, she was a late bloomer, turning into a beautiful young woman. I would get to her house early in the morning, before she woke up, allowing her mother to go to work. A few days ago, when I got there, she was having a nightmare and was very agitated in her sleep. I lay down by her side and embraced her. She woke up and embraced me back, crying softly. I sat on her bed with my back to the headboard and sat her between my legs calming her down and massaging her neck. "Easy girl, it was just a bad dream." We kept like that for quite some time. Her head was leaning on my chest and, as I don't normally wear a bra, it was separated from my breast by the sheer material of my blouse. She commented that she loved resting on that "pillow." In the past, I have introduced some of my girls to the joys of Sapphic love but that day I thought it was not the time to entertain those thoughts. Not that I wouldn't have them. The contact between her head and my nipples was making me a little wet lower down. When I tried to reposition myself, she lay down on the bed, with her head on my lap, looking towards me. Her nose was a couple of inches from my ever-damper pussy. I was playing with her hair when she said: "You smell nice" "How so?" "Nice, I like it." I thought it better to let it pass, but my pussy continued to produce more of that nice smell. Among my tasks was taking her in a rolling chair to use the toilet and shower. I would remove the boot and raise her nightgown to her waist but she was very self-conscious and would always wait for me to leave before pulling it off and removing her panties. I would leave a towel, a fresh pair of panties and a nightgown by the sink and she would dry herself and get dressed before calling me to put the boot back on. That day, when I was taking her nightgown and panties to the laundry room, I noticed a sticky wet patch on the panties. I took it to my nose and thought: "You smell nice too, my kitten." From that day on, very slowly, I became a bit more touchy-feely. She was becoming calmer by the day, but still needed to be comforted from time-to-time and would rest her head on my breasts or on my lap. My pussy was working overtime. A few days later, she said again: "You smell nice." "You've said it the other day. What is it that you like so much? Do you like my perfume?" "I don't know, is just your smell." "What is it like?" She looked into my eyes as if she was going to say something, thought it over and said "It is like you." That day, while she was in the shower, I examined her panties and the patch was there again. On the weekend, Tina's mother had to attend a conference out of town and asked me if I could take care of her. I rearranged my schedule at the hospital and took a three-day leave to keep her daughter company. I moved in on Friday morning with a case half-full with light summer clothes. Ever since the accident, Tina had been sleeping together with her mother. I was going to sleep in the guest room, but Tina wouldn't have it. So, we spent the whole time together on the big bed. We talked about everything, school, the accident, her father, her friends, her relation with her mother. I then asked: "What about the guys? Any interesting prospects?" She sighed deeply and said: "No! Not yet. The good-looking ones are complete jerks and the less idiot are too ugly, shy and clumsy. Haven't met prince charming on his white horse yet." She then looked at me and asked: "What about you? Why such a beautiful and charming lady has not married yet?" I laughed: "My prince charming and his white horse haven't turned up either." She wanted to ask me something but could not find the words so I said: "What?" "Is just that I thought..." "What did you think?" "Well... I thought that grown-ups need, you know... sex." I smiled and said: "Yes, we do, but we don't have to get married to have sex. Marriage is a longer term, deeper relationship." "So you do have sex?" "Yes, silly. I do" "Do I know the guy?" "I don't think so. But it is not one guy. Not that I sleep around, but there has been a couple of guys." She widened her eyes and I added: "And a couple of girls as well." She was dumbfounded. "You did not!" "Yes I did. And it was very good too." She became silent for a while, with her head on my lap. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Sure you can. I have just told you one." "Do you remember the other day when I said you smelled nice?" "Yes, you did it twice." "I felt on you the same aroma I feel when I... you know, when I touch me down there." "Oh! Did you. And that was nice?" "It was. I got sorta wet with it." "That is good. You are becoming an adult and it is normal to have those sort of reactions." "Can I tell you another secret?" "We're secretive today, aren't we?" "I saw a sex video once. I found it rather gross except when two girls, not much older than me, did it together. I got very excited." "Did you masturbate?" "Yes I did. My panties got very wet and I had to wash them to avoid being found out by Mom. They had that same nice smell you have." That chat was making me wetter by the second. "Are you feeling that smell just now?" She buried her nose into my lap and said: "Yes. Very much so." I was wearing a short skirt and I pulled it up revealing my rather skimpy wet panties. "Is that the source?" Her head was on my lap and I was caressing her head. She was fascinated with my pussy but did not know what to do. I pulled my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy and said: "This chat is making me quite horny." "Oh Chris, it is beautiful. Do you shave it?" "I wax it off. What about you?" "I don't do anything. It is all natural." "Is it wet as well?" "Oh Chris, it is." "What if I propose we masturbate together, watching each other?" "I would love to." And so, we did. I came before her, drenching my fingers. I extended my hand and she licked them. In a jiffy she came very strongly, wetting her beautiful bush all over. In fact, that weekend was not only about aromas but about taste as well.