Flutterby

by Eva

Note: Fiction for adults only

"I don't want to go on the Scary House ride," pouted the small girl, arms folded in defiance. She was only eight or so and I stared at her, wondering what her mother and father thought as they stood, trying to argue that they couldn't leave her there in the middle of the amusement park nor did they want to stop the girl's older brother going into the Scary House.

As I just had a similar confrontation with my family – except I was the one who didn't want to queue for ages (the line of adults and kids looked like it would take them at least an hour to go in and see the thing) – I was intrigued. I may be a thirty two year old female but I hated things like the Scary House.

"Be reasonable, Nadia," said the girl's father, looking frustrated. Whatever his idea of reasonable was, Nadia didn't share it. She merely pouted a little more.

"I don't like Scary House," she insisted, digging her little heels in and shaking her head so her bunches jiggled. Here, I thought, was one very determined little girl. Pretty too, I couldn't help but notice, in her pale yellow top and little blue shorts.

It occurred to me as I stood there that the answer would for one of the parents to stay with the girl while the other went in, but I could tell both the mother and father didn't want to miss out on this ride. Certainly the way the older brother – no more than nine or ten – was standing he wasn't going to surrender being scared out of his little wits either.

"Excuse me," I said interrupting. "I couldn't help overhearing what you were saying about the Scary House."

All the family turned to stare at me though the little girl was the only one smiling, as if she recognised some kindred spirit who disliked the Scary House just as much as she did. "My family have just gone into the queue for the Scary House but I refuse to go. If it would help I can look after Nadia here for you. We can wait while you go in."

"I don't know who you are," said the woman icily, just as my own daughter, Louise, came rushing up from where she had left her dad.

"Mum," said my nine year old daughter, thrusting her purse at me, "can you look after this for me please, thanks," and turned to dash back to where her father was waiting in the queue. It must have been her appearance that made me look a safe bet.

"You'd look after her?" Asked the man. "While we go in?"

"Of course I will," I said. "If Nadia wants me too."

"Oh yes I do," said the girl quickly, clearly seeing a way out of being dragged round the ride she so obviously hated. "Can we go and get an ice cream?" She detached herself from her mother and father and brother and pushed her small hand into mine. "What's your name?" She squinted up at me.

"I'm Unity," I said. "Unity Smith. And you're Nadia."

"That's right, Nadia Hopkins," said the girl's mother. "I'm Elaine and this is my husband Dave. If you wouldn't mind looking after our girl while we go in..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say. I could tell they were anxious to get in the queue which seemed to be growing longer by the minute.

"Sure," I said. "I'll treat Nadia and me to an ice cream and we'll see you later. If you get out quick and we're not stood here we'll be by the Safari Rides."

"The Giraffe's my favourite," said Nadia, with that sort of hopeful note that I'd take her on it. I understood the signs and smiled.

"Say bye to mum and dad," I said and the parents and the boy all nodded and turned away, leaving the little girl with me. Somewhat abrupt admittedly, but then I had offered to look after her. I led the little girl away towards where they sold ice-creams.

"I don't want an ice-cream," said the child, almost confidentially. For a moment I thought, 'Oh damn, I've saddled myself with a problem kid. This will be fun.' But I was wrong. "I only said that 'cos I didn't want them hanging round." She wrinkled her nose. "I'm just happy to be with you," she smiled up at me and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Well, that was very cunning," I said. "You know what cunning is?"

"Course I do. It's what foxes do. They're cunning." She grinned and made a face that was, I think, meant to be a fierce looking fox with some sort of cunning about it. I laughed and she chuckled too. Already I was feeling my decision to take this little girl for an hour or so was proving a very good idea.

"And lions are scary too," said the child imitating a growl. It looked a lot like cunning but I didn't mind. This was fun.

As we walked, hand in hand, she looked up at my t-shirt. "You got a silver butterfly on you," Nadia remarked.

I had forgotten about that. My blue t-shirt sported a silver butterfly, with wings outspread. It caught the sunlight and gleamed. "Yes, I call her flutterby."

"Flutterby," the child echoed, then she said: "Her? How'd you know it's a lady butterfly?"

"Because I only wear ladies things," I said cheerfully. "Lady things are best."

Nadia agreed. "Yes, I only like lady things too." We had reached a quiet spot in the theme park. I was always amazed there were places of calm and almost emptiness among such crowds, but there were no rides here and it looked like the kind of place all theme parks had "for future expansion" a sign might say. In other words, they were waiting to see what the next trend was before they built something fast or gaudy or just plain moneymaking right here. Nadia stopped and looked up at me quizzically.

"Your lady flutterby," she said. "It's got funny. You've got lady bumps underneath."

I must have looked puzzled because the child pointed at my bust. "Those wings, they've got bump thingies."

"Oh yes, my boobs." Without thinking I pushed my chest out, suddenly aware that what the child was talking about wasn't my tits as such. It was my nipples. The temperature here where we stood must have dropped and my nips had hardened under my flutterby t- shirt so they poked out sharply. Perhaps going without a bra today had made them even more prominent. "Uh, it's just the cold." I shivered, and not because the sun had gone behind a cloud.

"Can I see them?" Asked Nadia.

"What?" I asked back.

"Your nipple thingies, see them hard." Without hesitating, Nadia reached up and slipped one hand under my t-shirt, and I was suddenly aware she was trying to lift my top up.

"Nadia!" I said, trying to pull her hand down. But she had got hold of one of my boobs and was gripping it. I tried to pull away from her but she wouldn't let go of my hand with her hand and stuck to me. It was almost as if she was determined to squeeze my tits, and only with great effort did I get her hand out from under my clothes. "You shouldn't do that," I said, face flushed and (if truth be known) my nipples harder than before. I tried not to be cross as I didn't want to scare the kid but it was a disturbing moment.

This wasn't an event for public viewing, so I steered the little girl into what was going to be some future doorway to a ride I imagined. Here we were completely hidden from anyone's gaze.

"Don't you like your boobs bein' felt, 'Nity?" Nadia sounded hurt. For a moment I thought she would cry.

"Nadia," I began. I squatted to be at her height. "You can't go round just feeling a woman's boobs." The girl looked at me as if she didn't understand.

"But it's nice," she said, trying not to be upset. "I like feeling them."

"And whose boobs have you felt before?"

The girl hesitated, a flush of colour in her cheeks. "I promised I wouldn't say," she said.

I felt my cunt twinge: a little girl feeling up a woman and promising not to tell? It was too intriguing, too delicious to avoid pressing on. "Well, Nadia, I know you are a very good and sensible little girl and so I am sure the lady wouldn't mind you telling me, especially as you like feeling my titties."

"Titties." Nadia stifled a smirk. "That's what Sarah calls them too."

"Sarah... Is this the lady you touched?"

"No!" The girl chuckled. "Sarah's my friend. She calls boobs titties – funny isn't it?"

"Yes, but you weren't feeling Sarah's titties were you?" I was taking a gamble that Sarah was about Nadia's age. Not a sister, as I hadn't seen another girl with the family.

"Sarah's my bestest friend," said the girl. "She's nine next month and I am going to her party."

"Good, but you and your friend Sarah have been touching a lady's boobs, right?"

Nadia nodded. "It was only Miss Howard, an' she said we could."

"And Miss Howard is who?"

A look of anxiety came over Nadia's pretty face. "You won't tell will you?"

"No, I won't tell. After all, I am your friend too, right?" The girl nodded at this. "So we can keep secrets."

"'Kay... Miss Howard is our teacher. She's very nice and she likes us – me and Sarah – touching her boobs. But we only do it after class, before we go home."

I felt my sex get wetter at the thought of two sweet little girls having their hands on a woman's titties. I wondered how they did it. "Show me how you and Sarah feel Miss Howard's boobs," I said.

""Kay, but you have to stand, 'cos we reach up her blouse and stuff." I nodded and stood, holding my arms away from my body slightly. "No," said Nadia. "Miss Howard puts her hands behind her. She says she likes it best that way."

I gave a glance round. Incredibly we were still alone though I could hear the theme park and the crowds no one was coming this way. We were quite alone in this quiet, ignored area. I put my hands behind my back and put my chest out a little more. Nadia grinned and put both her hands up my t-shirt.

"I can make the flutterby move its wings," the child laughed, and her small hands groping up my top and over my tits made the shape move and the silver on the flutterby's wings shimmer. I laughed at her hands, squeezing and caressing with surprising skill, even rubbing my nipples and I felt juices from my slit soaking even more through my panties.

Then the little girl said: "Miss Howard's older than you. An' her boobs are bigger and she wears this funny bra thing."

"How funny?" I asked, a small catch in my voice as Nadia's little fingers pinched both of my now rock hard nipples simultaneously.

"Did I hurt you, 'Nity?" The girl was looking up at me, her pretty face furrowed with concern though she hadn't let go of my tits – or nipples for that matter.

"No, it was very nice, Nadia. You've got perfect little hands. Miss Howard must be very happy when you do this."

"She is," smiled the girl. "She says Sarah and me are the best feelers she's ever known."

The thought of this woman – older than me apparently (though children think anyone over twenty is ancient) – being handled like this by other little girls just about sent me over the edge. I could imagine a class of little girls lining up to take turns feeling their mature teacher's tits. I asked: "The bra thing she wears, what is it?"

Another look of concern on Nadia's pretty face, but she hadn't stopped working my boobs in her hands. Behind me, I was gripping my hands tight as my pleasure mounted. I tried not to, but I couldn't help moaning as her fingers worked on me.

"She wears a sort of funny bras... It's all lace an' it's got a hole where her thingies poke through."

"Her nipples," I said. But it was more a gasp as I thought about having a peep-hole bar myself for times like this. Times like this? How many more was I planning?

Nadia was grinning up at me. "You gonna cream, 'Nity?"

"Cream?" I managed to ask.

"Miss Howard says she creams in her knickers when Sarah an' me get going."

"Oh yes," I breathed, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of an orgasm from having my breasts fondled and teased and my nipples pinched and squeezed so perfectly.

"Can I go in your knickers, please?" Nadia hadn't let go of my tits.

I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty face. "D-do you go in your teacher's knickers?"

Nadia looked sheepish. "No. I want to but she says we can't do that in class, 'cos someone might come in. So Miss Howard only lets me an' Sarah feel her boobs and we have to let go if anyone comes to the door."

"Yes," I breathed. I wasn't sure if I was agreeing it was sensible not to finger Miss Howard in the classroom or giving permission for Nadia to go in my panties. The child took it as the latter.

I was wearing a simple wrap round skirt (not the best choice for a place full of rides I admit, but then I wasn't planning to go on many) but at least it was right for this: Nadia was able to get her hand inside in a moment and was inside my knickers a split second later. I couldn't have planned my outfit for today any better: the panties were loose fitting – what I call french knickers and the Americans call tap pants – and Nadia hand found my sopping wet slit immediately. Like a homing missile.

I was sorry she had let go of my boobs but once she had found that hot, wet place between my legs she returned one of her hands back to my chest, working back up my t- shirt and exercising the nipple again.

In spite of myself I said "Fuck!" as I came, which was about five seconds after her fingers were in the folds of my cunt. Nadia giggled and said something about it was naughty to say that word but I didn't care. I gripped the girl's shoulders so she wouldn't move away – though there probably wasn't any danger in that – while I let my orgasm thunder over me, slowly settling to a raging torrent and ease to a gentle roaring tide.

"Was that nice, 'Nity?" The girl asked as if she knew the answer.

"Fucking perfect," I gasped, not caring whether it was naughty word or not.

To my sorrow Nadia withdrew her hand from inside my knickers but she held it up, smiling at me. "Look," she said, "my finger's are all wet an' shiny."

I could see globs of my cum on her fingers and I smiled through the waves of delight washing over me. "Of course, that's what happens when a lady gets happy."

"What do I do with it?"

"Oh Nadia, you lick it off." I had fallen back a little against the wall behind me, not sure if my knees would hold me up much longer. The girl still had hold of my tit and it felt nice she hadn't let go, though by now I was beyond responding.

I watched, through dreamy eyes, as little Nadia carefully licked my loveslime off her fingers. She didn't pull a face at the taste, so I reasoned she liked it. In which case she could–

My pussy spasmed again at the thought of the child crouched between my spread legs. She might as well get the juice hot from the cunt as it were. Leave out the middle fingers, I smiled.

Then I heard people nearby, and my heart sank. I knew I only had a limited time anyway with Nadia and I had resolved, as soon as I got my breath back, to push my cunt into the child's face. But being alone in even this unused place was too much to hope for. The girl had cleaned her fingers and was looking both pleased and disappointed that we were no longer alone. I straightened my skirt and t-shirt, hoping my nipples didn't look too obvious, and took the girl's wet hand. I led her out of our sheltered place.

The other people were a woman and a child, a girl not much older than Nadia, though I didn't think as pretty. I should have spoken, as we were the ones who had been doing delightfully filthy things, saying something like my daughter wasn't feeling well – but the woman beat me to it.

"Oh," she said, looking incredibly guilty as we emerged. "I was taking, uh, Leanne here to look for... um, the toilet." The way the woman coloured up, the way the child looked guilty I knew exactly what they were looking for. A quiet place.

I took a deep breath and went for the feeling I had. "It isn't a toilet back there," I flicked my head back over my shoulder, "but it is somewhere very quiet and private and, well, perfect for anything really."

The woman, who wore owl-like dark glasses, blinked at me and then a small smile came to her lips. She knew what I knew. "Thank you," she said. "It's so hard to find a suitably, ah, intimate place here."

"I know," I said. "We were lucky. Enjoy." I guided Nadia past the pair, smiling as I heard the girl say behind me: "Can we, Mrs Lloyd?"

Nadia was looking up at me, eyes round as she understood too. "'Nity... That woman," she whispered excitedly. "You see her nipples?"

"No," I lied.

"They were all hard an' big and I bet that little girl's gonna feel them up."

"I should hope so," I smiled as we joined the rest of the busy theme park, merging into the crowds and heading back to the Scary House ride. I didn't want to but it was better to back early and at least I could hold Nadia's hand. Her wet hand.

---

We were halfway between the theme park and home when my husband said: "That little girl you were looking after. She seemed sorry you left her, when her mum and dad got back."

"Oh, yes, little Nadia. I had almost forgotten about her." Quite a lie, beautifully told. "She and I got on well. She wanted to talk about flutterbys."

"What's that," said my daughter Louise from the back of the car.

"The butterfly on my t-shirt," I said. "The girl was fascinated by it but she couldn't say butterfly for some reason. Flutterby, she said." My pussy pulsed as I said that, contracting at the memory of it all.

"Well," said my husband. "They were grateful."

"I know she was. She did not want to go on that sort of ride. There was only one ride for her," I couldn't help but add.

"You know," my husband said. "That family... The man was telling me they live about ten miles from us. Small world, hey?"

"Really?" I let the conversation go to silence. After a few minutes I casually lifted my handbag up from by my feet and checked I still had the piece of paper with Nadia's home address and phone number on it. I had, but then I had memorised it anyway.

I would be taking quite a few trips over there, I knew, when the coast was clear. As soon as Miss Howard had done with Nadia and Sarah I would be with the two girls after school: Nadia had assured me Sarah would love to see my nipples and pussy too. And she was sure to love pussyjuice, like she did.

My two little flutterbys would be very busy indeed, I had decided.

The end