Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2020 19:18:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Christina di Filippo Subject: Nina 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 christinadifilippo@yahoo.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nina - Ff By Christina di Filippo For those of you that do not know me, I am Chris, a 36 yr. old nurse and work at a hospital here in Brazil. When I was at university, many years ago, I used to work as a babysitter for families in my neighborhood. I seldom have the time or the disposition to do it anymore but, because I have done it, I became a sort of local celebrity between girls as a sentimental advisor, fashion consultant and living encyclopedia. Most of "my" girls are now grown up women, professionals and mothers. The tradition, however, continued with their young siblings. I live on a 1-bedroom independent apartment that is detached from my parents' home, which gives me all the privacy I need and all family support I may require. During the weekends, the girls often come to visit me or to chat between themselves. In addition to having a girls-only territory, they can enjoy my parents beautiful swimming pool: There are few rules. Beside the fact that I am a health-professional, they are minors, so no smoking, no alcohol or any other odd substances. On the other hand, being an exclusively girls "club", topless is allowed. Some girls do it, most don't: I am bisexual and have a keen eye for girls that have interest in other girls. Along the years, I have helped quite a few of "my" girls to explore their sexuality. Mind you, what turns me on is not my own pleasure in seducing them. My pleasure comes from watching them feel the spark of desire, decide they wish to experiment, feel bold enough to defy expected behavior and surrender to their own lust. I am not the cause of their pleasure, I am just the catalyst. They conquer their pleasure themselves, and watching them do it is what turns me on. One of these Saturdays, Laura, one of the girls, brought along a friend whom she introduced as Nina, her new neighbor. Nina was from Uruguay and her parents had recently moved to Brazil. Her grandparents were wine producers in Uruguay (btw, quite trendy nowadays) and her father came to Brazil to expand their business. She spoke Spanish only and, as we speak Portuguese in Brazil, communication with the other girls was difficult. Good host as I am, particularly in relation to tall, black-eyed brown-haired girls with long legs and rather developed breasts, I tried to make her feel at home. She and Laura had put on their bathing suits but, contrary to all the bikini-clad Brazilian girls, she was wearing a conservative swimsuit. We were chatting in Potuñol (which is a mixture of Portuguese and Español) when one of the other girls approached us asking something or other. The girl was topless and Nina's eyes almost fell off their sockets. After the girl left, I asked Nina if she had been uncomfortable with the other girl's nudity. She blushed and said: "I don't know! It is so unusual that I was more surprised than uncomfortable. I know there is a nudist beach near Punta Del Este, in Uruguay, but apart from that I've never seen or heard such a carefree behavior". "But at school, after gym, don't you see the other girls change?" "Yes, but that is a girls locker room". "They are all girls here, as in your locker room. The neighbors cannot see anything. Mind you, though, few of the girls are brave enough to do it". I added, laughing: "It is allowed but not mandatory! Who knows you will try one day". She lowered her eyes bashfully and said: "I am over too shy for that. I barely can talk to them, let alone flaunt my breasts". My mischievous personality took over and I said: "Which is a pity because they seem to be very beautiful". She blushed again, in a sort of sheepish way and left it at that. We chatted a lot that day and had good laughs with our incapacity to communicate in each other's language. She told me she was 16, that moving countries was part dream, part nightmare, that she missed her friends back home and that Laura was her first Brazilian friend. She was enrolled in a Spanish speaking school, but classes would not start for the next few weeks. As I had to take care of my own life, I told the girls that the party was over for the day and that they could come back the following day if the sun was shining. Nina thanked me for having her and I said she was now a member of the "club". She could come whenever she wanted. We kissed (as girls do, in Brazil) and they all left chatting and giggling. The next day Laura was there, but Nina couldn't come. She went out with her family. Laura told me that Nina had had a good time and enjoyed talking to me. Laura does not know of my "extracurricular activities" and there was no innuendo in that. "I will bring her next Saturday", she added. Come Saturday and it was a beautiful day. Half a dozen of the usual girls turned up, including Laura and Nina, who sprawled on a long chair beside me. She was learning Portuguese and, in a scale of 0 to 10, she went from 0.5 to 4.5. Not bad in one week. I felt like sunbathing topless, partly because I wanted the tan and partly because Nina was just there. I asked her if that would make her uncomfortable and she blushed and said: "Please, do as if I were not here". I removed my bikini top and started passing suntan oil on my breasts. My nipples did not need too much additional stimulus to become hard, which, I noted with the corner of my eye, did not escape Nina's attention. I then asked her whether she could help me with my back, which she did willingly and, to my delight, spent quite some more time than absolutely required: In my unbiased opinion (LOL), I have beautiful breasts. Most of my lovers, both male and female, have stressed that fact. They are medium sized (I believe American C), with pink areolas and pointy sensitive nipples. Nina seemed quite impressed by them. Although she would avoid staring, she could not help it. Most of the girls were topless that day and I thought of asking Nina to join them. Then I reminded myself not to push her and that she had to want it. Her nipples, however, were sticking out and pushing the fabric of her bathing suit. I asked whether she left a boyfriend in Uruguay and she said no. I looked surprised and she added: "Boys my age are too gross". "Indeed they are. I regret to say, though, that like most wines, they do not improve with age. Only the very special ones do". "What about you, Chris? Do you have a boyfriend?" Raging internal debate: is this the right time to tell her I am bisexual? To tell or not to tell? I reasoned with myself that she would have to find that out by herself and let it pass: "Not at the moment. I have had a few, but in addition to the hospital hours, that tend to chase them away, I like to experiment. Both my wines and my partners". She raised her eyebrows and smiled amused: "Experiment?" "Yes. I am not the sort that conforms to an expected behavior". I asked her how she was doing at school and she said she was doing fine except with Physics. I told her I had been an A student in Physics and I would be glad to help if I could. She promised she would ask it the time came. A few weeks went by, Nina would come often and we would sit together and chat. Most of the time I would be topless, which, I am sure, please her immensely. I asked her once if she didn't want to join me and she blushed deeply and said: "There are too many people here. I wouldn't dare". By end-spring, the swimming pool became less of an attraction and "my" girls' visits became sparser. One rainy Saturday, Nina called me and asked whether I could help her with some Physics problems. I invited her to visit me: I decided to prepare for her visit and, despite the cool weather, I put on a rather loose pair of shorts, and "forgot" to wear any panties. If I managed to get the right sitting position, and Nina sat at the right observation angle, I hoped she would be up to special exhibition. When she arrived, we chitchatted a bit, had a soda and dived into her Physics problems. Most of them were pieces of cake but two of them took some effort to solve. She was sitting by my side at my dinner table, looking at the paper, with her face quite near to mine. After solving the last problem, she sort of sniffed me at a distance and asked: "What is that delicious perfume you are using?" I smiled and said: "That was exactly my next question to you. Which one is yours?" We laughed and exchanged brand names. "Let us sit at the den. Bring your glass", I said, maneuvering her to the right seat: We chitchatted some more and I sat deeper on the couch, spreading my legs a little. When she turned away from me to drink her soda, I pulled my short up a couple of inches, assuring she could see my pussy. And boy, did she see it! She turned back from her glass and took her a few seconds to notice it and, instantly, became fidgety. Not the "I don't want to see!" type of fidgety but the "I want to see more!" type. I pretended not noticing my own exposure and steered the conversation to boyfriends again. She said she hadn't ever had one. I replied: "I know the other day I told you they are not what one would expect, but, well, they are not all that bad! Experimenting is the word!" She tried to look away from my pussy and I asked: "Haven't you ever kissed a boy?" "No, I haven't". "And a girl?" She widened her eyes and cried: "Chris! What a question!" "I am sorry. I pried. Shouldn't have asked that". "Have you?" "Who's prying now?" "You opened the subject" "Fair enough. Yes I have, and it is wonderful!" She looked through me, immersed in deep thoughts, and whispered to herself: "I wonder". "What do you wonder?" "How do two girls do it together?" "With great tenderness, great care and great love". I was dying to jump on her at that moment but it was exactly when her mom rang to say she was picking Nina up. I took her to the door and she said: "Thank Chris, you have been a great help. Great chat!" "My pleasure, Nina. You can always come and pick my brains", and I added with a wink: "On any subject". A few days later, she called me about some more Physics problems. I said: "I am at the hospital today. I leave at 10 PM. That will be a little late for you, won't it?" She sounded disappointed. I had an inspiration and added: "Unless... you advance with the problems as much as you can and I pick you up on my way back, we finish them together and then you sleep at my house. Tomorrow morning, I take you to school". She asked her mom, who came to the phone to confirm that Nina wasn't imposing on me. I told her that I had done it a million times for the girls in the neighborhood. I was quite used to it. I would help her and take her to school in the morning. She thanked me a lot. At around 10:30 I picked her up and we went home to finish the problems. Frankly, they were so easy I suspect they were not the real reason for her phone call. I gave her a few hints and she finished them in half an hour, while I ate some fruit and observed her progress: "And now to bed, which, unfortunately we will have to share. It is a queen size one, though, which enough for the two of us". We went to my room and I quickly changed the bed linen under her protestations: "Now you change into your PJs while I have a quick shower". I undressed to my panties and bra (she had seen me in bikini and even topless before) and went to the bathroom but left the door open. I showered quickly while chatting through the open door. Brushed my teeth, used some moisturizer, put on a nightdress without any panties and went back to my room. "Have you brushed your teeth, young lady?" "Oooooh! You sound like my mom!" She got her toothbrush and went to the bathroom, which gave me the opportunity to look at those long legs and the shape of her breasts unfettered by a bra. She came back and we sat at the bed under the sheets, chitchatting. "Do you sleep over at your friends often?" I asked. "I did back in Uruguay. Here I haven't had the opportunity yet" "I am the first? I am honored". She blushed and said: "Yes. You make me feel so at ease". "Time to sleep don't you think?" She looked very disappointed: "Already?" "You have classes tomorrow, young lady. Your mom will not want me to let you oversleep!" She sighed. I switched the lights off and added: "Come here, let's snuggle". She pressed her back against me and I put my arm around her waist. Her pulse was accelerated, her breathing heavy. After a few minutes, she said "Chris?" "Yes" "I can't sleep" "Why not, baby?" "I am enjoying so much being here with you that it would be a waste of time". "Thank you, I am flattered". "Remember the other day, when you told me you had made love to girls?" "Yes. I should haven't told you that" "Perhaps not, but you did and I loved it... It made me feel, well, wet down there". "Oh, did it? And how did you solve that problem?" She covered her head with her pillow and mumbled. I tickled her and said: "Pardon?" She emerged from under the pillow, looked at me in the darkness and said very softly: "I masturbated". "Excellent solution! Was it good? Did you come?" "I think I did. It was the best ever. Until that day, I mean". "Why?" I asked smiling. I switched the bedside lamp, looked her in the eye and asked: "Have you been doing it again?" She blushed, hid her face in the pillow and said "Yes, every day!" "And it is always good?" "Oooh yes!" "What do you think about that makes you so wet down there? Girls?" "Yes", mumbling: "I think of you!" "Of me? Come on! I am too old for you! Why me?" "You were the first person ever to treat me like a grownup. I had never had a conversation about sex with an experienced adult before. I had never seen a real grownup pair of breasts before. And, do you know? when I came here last week and we were sitting at the den, I could see your pussy". "You could not!", outraged: "You should have told me to compose myself'' "It was so pretty, why spoil it? I got so wet I was afraid it would show through my jeans". All this time we were snuggling and I gently caressed the base of her breasts and said: "I also love looking at you. I noticed you looking at my breasts at the pool and your nipples became so hard and pointy, I almost did this to them", pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She purred and said: "Don't you ever stop! I am loving that": I whispered at her ear: "Is that making you wet down there?" "Yessss. Very!" "And when you masturbated thinking about me, what did you imagine I would do at this point?" Deep breath: "I imagined that you would touch me. Gently. Masturbate me until I came" "And do you think we should make that dream come true?" I kissed her lips and slowly introduced my tongue in her mouth. She let me and, in a few seconds, our tongues would remind me of a sword fight in a Chinese film. All the time I was pinching her nipples. I asked: "Did you ever imagine you pinching my nipples?" "All the time". "And why don't you?" "May I?" "Yes silly!" She started to pinch them and I asked: "Wouldn't it be better to do it under my nightie? Straight to my skin, as you wanted to do so many times by the pool?" She looked at me, with lust in her eyes and did exactly as I suggested. My panties weren't wet because I wasn't wearing any, but my thighs were a mess already. She caressed my breasts with a mixture of wild lust and tender gentleness. Her touch was soft, her breath was heavy and her look was if she were in a trance. "You can touch my nipples also, just like I am touching yours" She looked at me, lovingly, as if thanking me for giving her another toy to play. She played with one and them with the other. Her face was less than a couple of inches from them, as if she were trying to look inside my skin pores. I pushed her head from behind, directing her mouth to my hyper-extended nipple. She shivered and took it in her mouth. She was trembling all over, covered in goosebumps. I let her feast for long minutes, both because she was incredibly horny and because she was making me incredibly horny too. After a few minutes, I whispered: "What other parts of me you fantasized about touching?" She raised her head, staring me with those beautiful dark eyes: "Every inch. Every single inch!" "Do you know my pussy is veeeeery wet because of you?" "Mine is too", adding sheepishly: "Can I touch yours?" "Please do". Without letting her mouth go from my breast, she lowered her hand and found that I was not wearing panties. She looked at me in the eye, with a bemused, sexy look. She explored me with her fingers tentatively, in a zigzag pattern from my lower belly downwards, as if she didn't want to miss any single inch. When she got to my pubic hairs, she fondled them gently. From them on, she raised her head and looked straight at me, without losing eye contact. She felt the edges of my labia, opened them, felt the massive wetness there and carefully looked for the magical point of entry, almost sending me over the edge. "Is that how you imagined it was going to be? Wet and messy?" "I never dared think you would let me go this far but, if I had, I must say the reality is much better. So warm and slippery." "Why don't you taste your wet fingers now?" She quickly withdrew them from my pussy, took them to her mouth and licked them clean: "Amazing. It tastes salty and sweet at the same time. I would never have though girls could be so tasty!" I leaned on my elbow, pulled the sheet away from us and whispered in her ear: "I will now transport you to a new world. After what I am going to do to you, your life will never be the same again. Do you want to come along?" "Yes, please Chris. Do whatever you want". "No, girl. I will do whatever you want. Each of your reactions will guide my next step. You will tell me without words what you want and how much you are enjoying what another girl is doing to you. You command your own pleasure". I striped her of her PJs and saw the most beautiful young body. Her breasts were engorged and her nipples were pointy. She was wearing only her panties now, which were visibly wet. I caressed her whole body closing the gap between my mouth and her nipples so slowly she raised her torso to shorten it. As I licked them, without stimulating her in any other way, she had her first orgasm. I waited for her breath to come to a more normal rhythm before my tongue started to travel downwards. When I reached her panties, the smell was overpowering. I caressed her pussy through the drenched cotton and she squirmed, covered in goosebumps and keeping her eyes locked on mine. I removed that last piece of cloth and saw the most beautiful pussy, covered in long black hairs, neatly trimmed on the sides. I covered her pussy with my hand and caressed it entirely at the same time. She was so wet that her girl cum was flowing to her ass. I followed the flow until I reached inside the crack of her ass and caressed her rosebud. She kept staring me, with a beautiful smile, as if guiding me to give her more pleasure: I lowered my head and blew at her pussy. As if I were blowing at a flower, the petals separated to show me all its nectar. I licked it slowly, gently, one moment burying my tongue in her hole, the other licking her engorged clit, lapping that delicious girl-syrup: She came a few times in my mouth, each more loudly than the previous one. While I licked her for the last time, my fingers played with her butt and she pushed her asshole, lubricated with her own cum, against my finger until it was entirely inside her. I had a massive orgasm feeling hers. She tried to catch her breath and said: "I could do that forever, but I don't think I have any energy left in me. You, evil witch, sucked it all". I laughed and kissed her, switching the light off. "Well, I think it is time to sleep. We have to go to school tomorrow, don't we?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please send your comments to christinadifilippo@yahoo.com