Something In The Woods - Sex Stories

Something In The Woods

... and large, tan nipples poking through the hair. They were the same color as her nose, mouth, and other parts of her face that weren’t covered in hair. Rich also saw no external reproductive organs. A quick glance in between her legs confirmed there was no scrotum or penis. “Nice tits, Sally,” Rich said aloud, causing her to turn to face him. Reaching up to him from her crouched position, she took a piece of bread from his hand. The next day, Rich decided to try an experiment. “Sally, want to watch me take shit?” he asked, standing and walking to the hallway. He offered her a piece of food to entice her to follow him to the hall bathroom. She peeped around the corner, watching Rich do his bathroom business. When he was done he didn’t flush, instead leaving his excrement there, hoping Sally would figure out that’s where it went. He watched her walk into the bathroom, moving right past him, causing him to look up at her. She was so tall, a foot taller than Rich. Sally looked into the toilet, sniffing from above. Rich slowly moved to her, bringing his hand on the flusher, making sure she watched what he was doing. He flushed the toilet, startling her slightly. She watched his waste go down to be replaced with fresh water. “I really don’t feel like wiping your butt,” Rich said softly, peering around Sally, looking to her ass, thinking how it reminded him of Olympic level sprinters he had seen on TV. “It’s actually a nice one. Hairy, but nice. ” Rich chuckled, making his way back ...

... to the kitchen, “You do a lot of squats and lunges out there in the woods?” He jokingly asked Sally, taking a seat, not expecting a reply. That night while watching TV, Sally joined him, crouching in the corner of the living room. After about an hour, Rich tapped the cushion next to him, placing a tiny piece of bread there. Sally crawled across the floor, not sure what to make of the TV, and snatched the bread. She remained, sitting at Rich’s feet close enough to where he could feel her warmth against his pants. She was looking at the television. Rich thought for a moment, tore off another piece of bread, and gently placed his right hand on her shoulder. She jerked slightly, but didn’t move from her position. She turned to face him, seeing his other hand with the bread, taking it from him. Rich left his hand there, eventually caressing her shoulder, just as he would a dog. The caresses morphed into scratches and gentle massages. Sally remained still, facing the flashing lights of the TV. Rich bent forward slightly, noticing her eyes were closed. As if she sensed a change in the air around her face, she turned, looking into Rich’s eyes. He smiled and nodded at her, hoping she felt at ease. Removing his right hand from her shoulder, he slowly moved it to her face, the back of his fingers grazing the hair on her jaw line. His index finger moved up, lightly caressing the hairless part of her cheek, their eyes not looking away from the other. “it’s ok,” he whispered to her. Shortly ...