Wolf of the night Pt1 - Sex Stories

Wolf of the night Pt1

The leaves rustled softly as I crept through the night, I could smell their decay as I drew in a breath to track the woman that had been through here only minutes ago. Her vanilla scented lotion hung in the air, bouncing off the sensitive hairs on the tip of my nose. I had been keeping tabs on this specific woman for weeks now. Every Tuesday and Thursday evening she took this path to get home from college. It was a well lit, cobblestone sidewalk that was swept daily; of course, she would feel safe traveling this way, even at dark. There was always the occasional familiar face that made her feel more safe. The days I greeted her always left her smiling; she would try to coax me home with her but I always played hard to get. I wanted her to become comfortable with me before I made myself comfortable in her bed. Wasn't it more fun if you let the climax build up for a while instead of just getting it over and done with? I wanted to relish the moment that I stepped foot in her door. Wolf-form had always been a fun form to be in. I didn't carry myself as a scary, stalkish type, even though that's what I did most times; I carried my tail curved across my back (in a Husky-type-fashion), my tongue lolling and a happy, dog smile on my face. I had won over the young woman with this look, and greeted her every Tuesday and Thursday. Once she had sat on a bench trying to coax me over, and when I had finally approached her I was greeted with open legs; I made sure the top of my head rubbed ...

... her breasts as my nose rubbed her delicious smelling pussy. The jeans were torturous to my wondering tongue and I groaned aloud to show my displeasure. She just rubbed my ears more, pulling my head into her firm breasts; sweet torture. I had to pull away that time, and more times after; her scent and body were intoxicating and it took everything I had to not let my cock slide from its sheath. I shook my body trying to shake the lustful thoughts out of my head. Tonight would be the night she asked me in, and I needed to have a calm, clear head so I didn't blow this chance. I quickened my pace, making my way to her apartment. I could smell that she had already gone inside but it hadn't been too long ago. I placed my nose to the door taking in big huffs of air. I knew she had taken off her shoes and jacket, and by now she was headed towards the bathroom to take her evening shower. I had to time this just right so I could catch her off guard but welcoming. As soon as I heard the showerhead come on I let out a sad whimper and howl, not enough to annoy the neighbors but enough so she would hear me. My heart quickened as I heard her soft footsteps tred across the thick white carpet of her living room. She slightly opened the large wooden door so she could see out through her glass door. She was dressed in a fluffy pink cotton robe with her hair falling down across her face and neck; one thin hand grasped the front of her robe to hold it shut while the other held the door firmly. Her ...