Part 2: Nadia, the little flower

With the Patio door open and in your hand, you stop and listen to the silence of the night. The house and the backyards are mostly dark now, apart from the moonlight illuminating in her little white way. The house is silent and calm, and the transcendent calm lingers around the house. It gets a disturbed nudge from the corner of your eye, and you once again note the light over at your neighbour. The light at the back tells you that you are being invited, and it fits the shyness of Nadia to a tee. Your mind lingers on the fact that every room upstairs await you with a horny girl or girls, but it’s when you refocus on the one that might be waiting next door that your crotch feels tighter.

You check once more that everything is okay at a glance, and close the patio door again before you walk across the yard to the inter neighbour gate. You walk in quiet steps, sneaking along and feeling like a thief, knowing that the last thing you want is to explain why you are even going over there at this time, not even to one of the girls. The gate makes all kinds of imagined noises as you pass through it, but you note that the nightly silence afterwards is not that much quieter. You sigh and walk over to the lit backdoor, and with some relief find that it is indeed quite open. You get inside, close the door and turn off the light, before walking further into the house. The soft sounds of your bare feet are calmingly silent as you tip toe over the hardwood floor to the stairs leading to the second floor. It’s the elder carpeted type, so you traverse it easy enough with little sound and you soon stand on the second floor hallway, a light shining from the room on the end. Looking back the other way, you see the thatched roof of your own house through the open door of Nadia’s parents. You don’t linger any longer and in quick and silent steps you walk up to the lit doorway.

Inside you see a little blue and white room, soft lines in the carpet and wallpaper with girly interests lining the walls. That’s about all you manage to take in, as the broad bed is filled with the naked form of Nadia. Her sheets are crinkled and roughed and a couple of pillows are on the floor, but the woman in the middle is in divine ecstasy. Her eyes are closed, her face is flushed and sweaty, and her body is completely naked. Her hands rubs at her clit in fast pace with one hand, as her other trembles as it touches her little asshole with the tip of her finger, stroking and tickling but nothing more. Her thighs are lifted high and spread wide to each side, and you can see that her training as a gymnast and dancer shows. You watch in amazement as she clasps the soles of her feet in **** and starts bucking her hips in the air, and you get an excellent view as she dips a finger deep in her pussy and starts slipping a tip in and out of her rosebud. She only bucks wildly against her fingers until she freeze with her pussy in in the air, and release a sudden cascade of rippling screams and moans. Her pussy visibly convulses on her fingers, and you stare with delight as she drenches it and the hands in its vicinity in released juices. In a release of her muscles she descends back on the bed and lies there panting to get her breath back.

You feel that you are drooling at the skimpy and barely 5 feet tall girl lying there showing how much of a woman she’s become. Her finger dips in and out of her hole still, and she groans as she gets it all inside and swirls it within and her breathing follows her movements. Her inner walls cling to the finger as it is pulled back out, and it looks very tight and inviting to your eyes. Slow and controlled her fingers moves within her, and your ears perk up when you hear her whisper something close to your name. Her breathing becomes harder as the fingers egg her on, and she works to build up her own tension.

“I want it all inside me this time,” she whispers into the air, and you feel certain that she’s reliving the previous encounter in the pool.
“P-please…” she gasps and swallows hard as her dreams take her where she has not gone yet.