Wolf Trap, Part One - Sex Stories

Wolf Trap, Part One

... nature she never knew was there. She went upstairs and sat at her makeup table. Tying her blonde hair into high pigtails, she put a small red bow around each. She then applied her makeup, quite lightly, but Sophie always enjoyed accentuating her luscious, red lips so she applied some of her best bright red lipstick. A small bit of eye-shadow completed the ritual, and she went to the wardrobe. Sophie picked out a casual red dress which had white frills and put it on. Then she put on some knee-high white socks and did her nails, red of course. She felt hot and anxious, and after looking herself up and down in the mirror, she felt ready – though for what?

Sophie packed a small bag with a rug in it and some water and a few apples. She could feel her vagina now, it was pulsing with anticipation. She couldn't get the wolf out of her head, but what was she doing? She didn't stop to think. She put her bag over her shoulder and went out the door. The town she lived in was extremely quiet, especially on Sundays, so Sophie didn't think anything about people seeing her. She quickly made her way to the forest path and set off, not quite to her grandmother’s house.

She checked where she had left her bra the night before, it was gone! She didn't know if this was a good sign or not. What if someone else had picked it up? She would never hear the end of it. But she put those thoughts out of her mind. She put her red hood up and followed the path. She didn't see him; she couldn't hear ...

... him either. This was strange, she thought. He had been so visible yesterday, but now in the afternoon sun, he wasn't to be seen. Sophie decided to take matters into her own hands. Finding a suitable spot where there was less foliage, she turned off the path and began to make her way into the forest. She continued for a few minutes, dodging over fallen logs and clearing a stream. Her fertile vagina was now extremely wet, all the anticipation, the outdoors and the nature around her seemed to be having an effect on her. Those same butterflies were building up in her stomach and she moved her hand down, lifting her dress and she could feel the dampness. That gave Sophie an idea, the wolf would have her scent, she had made sure of that, so why not leave the strongest scent possible here for him to find her? She now removed her soaking panties, again she brought them up to her nose for reasons she didn't quite understand at this time and smelled them. It was a strong, pungent, fertile smell. Sophie bit her lip, like she does and left them on the forest floor for the wolf to find.

Sophie continued on; she was well into the forest at this point. She was smart though and knew these woods reasonably well so knew she would have no problem finding her way back. The sun would set in the direction of the path so there was never a worry there. The freedom of removing her underwear and the devilish thoughts of doing so were having an effect on her now soaking pussy. She had felt some fluid ...