The Awakening of the Wolf - Sex Stories

The Awakening of the Wolf

... down of her, her bright red lipstick was a wide mischievous smile. Eventually my hazed eyes had to travel up to her face as she spoke. I was right, she had bright red lipstick on, and had added some dark blue eye makeup as well. It was easily the most patriotic sexy look EVER. I knew if I kept staring at her I’d be saluting her in one way or another very soon. She just smiled and handed me the joint, “I see you got the drink. I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal. You were nice enough to come over and help me. The least I could do was return the favor. Honey, don’t just let it burn, go ahead and smoke it. I just had to change. I’m so very sorry about the A/C being out. I cant get someone out here for another couple days to fix it. So just gonna have to make due and dress down some. Here, you go ahead and finish that one, I’ll just roll another.” Her voice was more than southern…..it was like if Dolly Parton had decided to work at a 1-900 number place. I could feel the bl**d start to drain from my body and head south. I had never smoked a joint before. So, slight heat exhaustion, empty stomach, shot gunning beers, smoking the joint, and this fucking sex goddess in front of me, was REALLY starting to affect me. I opened my mouth, and it was bone dry. I couldn’t make anything out. She just smiled, and I swear her eyes dropped down to my slowly growing cock and she licked her lips. She turned around and bent over, and I don’t mean like bending at the knees, I mean flat out turned ...

... her ass to me and bent at the waist sticking it up at me as she rummaged around in the end table next to the couch. My eyes just took it all in. I noticed her bikini looked a little darker around the crotch area. Her eyes met mine from between her legs and she winked at me. I did all I could think of at the moment, I quickly looked away and took another puff. She came up and smiled and sat down on the couch and put down a little tin and patted the couch next to her. I stupidly sat down. Just dying on the inside. She pulled out a Ziploc bag and some rolling papers. “You mind rolling one for me?” I set my beer down and grabbed the bag and the papers and with no idea what the fuck I was doing, put some down the middle and tried rolling the paper around it. “oh honey that’s way too much, here” and she got right on me on the couch, her leg touching mine, as she leaned over behind me trying to get something on the window sill. My eyes took in every last bit of everything she had. She stretched back more obviously being unable to reach anything. Her tits pressed hard against my back, I could feel how hard her nipples were. As she came back to her normal sitting position she used her hand to brace herself, her nails dragging along the back of my neck. Fuck, this was killing me. “Here honey, I’ll just use the rolling machine” She put some kind of contraption on the table but I couldn’t stop drinking her body in. She was in her mid 20’s, and driving me absolutely nuts. “honey you’re ...