I heard a fridge opening and a phone ringing in the kitchen. I kept tickling the back of her knee and she opened her eyes as Fatima answered the phone. Petra’s eyes opened a moment later as she sat up and pulling her right leg back, sat on her foot but because she was closer, her left leg was now in between my legs with her knee positioned against my crotch.
Slowly, deliberately, Petra took my left hand and slid it up under her dress to her panties. I felt the edge of the material and then her lips. She released my hand and slid her hand over my crotch while her other hand touched my neck. I gingerly tickled her genital lips and then I felt her tugging at the zip of my jeans.
Anke was coming down the stairs when Petra unzipped me and slid her fingers inside and I shifted ever so slightly
