by Bijou DuLac
“Fuck me, Wolf.” I whimpered through clenched teeth. “Fuck me!”
With one swift movement, he pressed his hard cock halfway into my vagina. I sucked my breath in. His penis was thick. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but clench my vagina on his cock. Slowly, he pulled most of its length out, leaving just the head in. I felt empty and thrust my hips up, forcing some of the length back in.
Wolf groaned, causing a smile to spread across my lips. He pressed his penis in a little farther than before. And then he began working it in and out of my pussy in a rhythm, each time pushing in a little farther and a little farther. Finally, he pushed the full length of his cock into me and I swear I could feel him all the way into my belly. I had never felt so full and yet I wanted more. I was desperate to feel his warm seed inside me. Harder and faster he pressed with each thrust, my cunt clenching each time his penis threatened to pull out. I was on fire and I could do nothing but grunt in unison with him as he fucked me there, beside the creek.
I cried out as I began having another orgasm. My fingers dug into his back and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me with each thrust, willing him to press deeper. And then I felt the first twitches of his orgasm as his cock began to explode into me. He growled as he jerked, thrusting into my vagina with each wave of his orgasm.
When he had deposited a full load of cum into my wanting pussy, he collapsed into a heap on top of me, still inside me. I did not want him to pull out. I wanted to feel his cock inside me for as long as possible. We lay that way for some time until our breathing returned to normal. And then, finally, he rolled off me, pulling his softening penis out of my vagina.
We lay there, looking into one another’s eyes, just smiling until we were disturbed by the ringing of my cell phone.
“Ignore it,” Wolf said and the ringing stopped. Then it started again.
Suddenly, I returned to reality and wondered how long we had been in the woods. I scrambled to grab my phone.
“What is going on?” he asked.
“My daughter,” I cried. “She and my granddaughter are coming for a visit today. They left last night after school and they are supposed to be here by lunch.”
I spotted my pants and pulled my phone from the pocket, covering my nakedness as I answered. “Hello,” I said, trying to sound calm.
“Mom, where are you?” came Vera’s voice. “We’re at your door. We’re here for the weekend. Remember?”
“I’m so sorry, Vera,” I said. “I went for a walk and I must have lost track of the time.” I looked around frantically for the rest of my clothing. Wolf moved to grab them for me. “I’m almost back, sweetheart. Give me just a couple of minutes and I will be there. It will just take me a couple of minutes to freshen up after that and the three of us can go for a nice lunch.” I began pulling on clothes as we talked.
Vera sighed into the phone. “Fine. Annabelle probably needs to use the bathroom, too, so please hurry.”
“Just a couple of minutes, dear,” I said and disconnected the call.
Wolf just looked at me standing there half-dressed in the woods. “I’m so sorry to run off. I completely forgot I was having guests this weekend,” I explained.
He began to laugh. “You are so beautiful, Ruby.”
“I really am sorry,” I said.
“Just promise me you will have dinner with me sometime,” he said, handing me my panties.
I pulled them on and followed them with my pants. “I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.
“What?” He looked stricken.
“I’m kidding,” I said, smoothing my clothes and raking my fingers through my hair. I laughed at the look on his face. “I really do have to go but you can leave a note for me at my house so I know how to contact you. I’m the last house at the end of the lane.”
“I know where you live, Ruby.” He laughed.
I began to walk off then ran back and kissed him. “Thank you for…Well, you know. It was lovely, Wolf,” I said and raced off toward my cottage.
Chapter 3:
To Grandmother’s House
Vera was beyond perturbed when I returned! She read me the riot act for making them wait when they had come all that way just to see me. I had to try not to laugh when she was so angry. While I was happy to see them, I had not even invited them to come. Instead of rocking the boat, I made up for making them wait while I was in the woods.
I showed the girls around town a bit, then we enjoyed a nice lunch together at the mall. After that, I watched Annabelle in the play area while Vera went off shopping on her own. It was nice to have a few minutes to think about what had happened that morning. Had I really had sex on the ground in the woods with a complete stranger? Vera would have me committed in a second if she knew about it. It was nice, though, and I was an adult, capable of making my own decisions. Wolfram seemed like a nice man. He was handsome and he had not forced me to do anything I did not want to do. I wondered when I would see him again—if I would see him again.
On our way out, we were passing one of those lingerie stores and I was suddenly stricken by the idea that it might be nice to go in and have a look around. I liked the idea of having something nice on under my clothes if Wolf and I ever met up again. I had never really been in a specialty lingerie store but the displays in the windows were always nice.
As I turned to go in, Vera stopped me. “They don’t have your kind of underwear in there, Mother,” she said.
I arched one eyebrow. “My kind?”
“If you need something, we can stop in a department store.”
“You mean large and white?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful,
Mother. Those stores are for a younger crowd. What they sell is tiny and frilly.” She narrowed her eyes and studied me as if she were not sure she could trust me. “You aren’t going to become one of those older women who forget their age and go around with ‘Juicy’ across their butt, are you?”
I forced a laugh. “Of course not, Vera,” I said with a sigh. What could I have been thinking?
“We should just head home now anyway. Annabelle must be ready for a nap after all that playing.” I looked over at Annabelle to see that she had climbed onto a bench and was jumping on it. She was obviously still full of energy.
When we got to the car, Vera insisted that I was too tired to drive home, but she left me to fight Annabelle into her seat belt. Honestly! The nerve of that girl! Who did she think I was? How dare she lump me into a category where I had to wear giant old-lady underwear and “sensible” bras!
As I slipped into the passenger seat, I flipped down the mirror and looked at myself. I didn’t care what she thought. So what if I had a few wrinkles? I wasn’t dead. I was still beautiful and, after that morning, I felt sexy. A feeling of relief came over me as I remembered that their stay was only going to be for a few days.
I jumped out of the car when we pulled up in front of my house and left Vera to collect her daughter. Immediately, I spotted a note stuck in my front door. A smile spread across my lips. When I got to the door, I pulled it loose and unfolded the paper and read.
Beautiful—
Have to go out of town for a few days, but I’ll stop by when I return. I’ll be thinking about you, reclining in the grass beside the creek.
Do something dangerous while I’m away so you can tell me all about it when we are together again.
XOXO
The Big Bad Wolf
I think I giggled when I read it. Something dangerous…That was something to think about.
“What is that?” asked Vera, coming up behind me.
I refolded the note. “Oh, nothing,” I said. “We’re having a potluck at the community center after you leave.” I smirked at her. “We’ll probably play Boggle and shuffleboard after we’re done eating mashed potatoes and applesauce.” My voice was laced with sarcasm but I don’t think Vera picked up on it.
She pushed past me and walked int
o the house muttering, “Sounds like a blast.”
Chapter 4:
Dangerous
I somehow survived two more days with Vera and Annabelle. I know it sounds horrible, but I was happy to see them go. How did I raise a daughter like that? It was no wonder her daughter was like a wild animal. I smiled through clenched teeth as they pulled away, then went in the house to grab my purse and keys.
The only thing that had kept me sane the entire time the girls were there was thinking about Wolf. I must have reread his note a hundred times. I knew exactly what my something dangerous was going to be.
So Vera did not think the lingerie store in the mall wasn’t for someone like me, huh? I supposed that a lot of people had the same opinion. Dammit, though, being sexy wasn’t about being a certain age or a certain size. It was about that fire burning in the pit of your stomach. If that store was not for me, I would take it to the next level. The thought of what I was about to do both terrified and excited me as I drove past the mall.
I pulled up in front of a store called Fire! and climbed out of my car. I smoothed my shirt, squared my shoulders, walked past the discreet window displays of lovely lingerie, reached out, and pulled open the black curtained door, and stepped inside. I held my breath as I took it in.
In all my years, I had never been in an adult store. I looked around and realized it was nothing like I had imagined. The picture in my head had always been of a sleazy little store with worn carpet and dim lights and a bunch of seedy men hanging around in dark corners. Fire! was nothing like that. It was bright with beautiful displays and a well-dressed staff of women that looked cheerful and helpful.
A statuesque red-haired woman in her thirties caught my eye and smiled. I immediately liked her. She was a real woman with real curves. “Welcome to Fire!” she said. “First time?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well, my name is Miranda. If you have any questions or need any help, please let me know.”
“Thank you, Miranda. My name is Ruby and I would like to look at some lingerie today,” I said. I thought for sure that Miranda would turn me away.
She smiled warmly. “Of course,” she said, motioning toward the back of the store. “If you would like to follow me, I would be happy to help you find something special.”
As I followed Miranda, I looked around, noticing that the store didn’t just look nice on the surface. It was as nice as any other boutique I had ever been in. The carpet was plush, the displays were tasteful, and was that vanilla I smelled?
Miranda led me into a large dressing room like you would find in a bridal boutique. We both sat down and she pulled out a thick binder. “This contains all of the garments we currently have in the store. I can pull anything we have in it for you to try on,” she explained. “Is there something in particular that you are looking for?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, shaking my head. “I have never really done anything like this so I’m not really sure what would suit me. I want something red for sure but apart from that, I have no idea.” I paused for a moment then added, “I want to look and feel amazing.”
She smiled. “We can do red for sure. We have pretty much every material under the sun. It all depends on your preference. We have leather, lace, satin, latex, vinyl—you name it.”
“I think satin or lace for sure, maybe leather, but definitely not latex. I don’t think that latex is quite my speed.”
“It is completely your preference,” she said as she nodded. “How about garment type?”
I thought for a moment. “No gowns,” I said. “And no baby-dolls, either. I want something that I can wear under regular clothes.”
Miranda nodded. “Okay. We have some very beautiful bra and pantie sets I think you might be interested in. We also carry a wide variety of corsets.”
“Corsets?” I laughed. “I haven’t worn one of those in years.”
“Corsets have changed a lot in recent years. The modern corsets are much more comfortable and many fasten in the front so you don’t need the assistance of another person to put them on. I have one in particular I think you would like.”
“I’ll trust you on it,” I said. “The last time I wore a corset was my wedding, and my mother had to lace me into it. It was so uncomfortable. I could scarcely draw a full breath all day long.”
She smiled. “I promise that you will like this one better,” Miranda said.
After Miranda explained the fitting guidelines and took my measurements, she left me with the binder so she could pull a few items to get me started. I flipped through page after page of beautiful lingerie. I couldn’t decide if I was excited or intimidated. Either way, I was feeling a little bit bolder.
As I flipped through the costume section, I had to laugh a few times. Picturing myself in some of the getups was too much. And then I flipped the page and saw the item I knew I would not leave the store without. It was a long, red-and-black, hooded cloak. If Wolfram thought he was the Big Bad Wolf, I would be Red Riding Hood.
Miranda tapped on the door when she returned and pushed the door open. As she hung her selections up, my gaze fell on the most beautiful corset I had ever seen. I was on my feet in no time, the book forgotten, reaching out to run my fingers over the beautiful garment. It was a deep red satin with black trim and crystal details. I was already picturing myself in it when she interrupted my thoughts.
“Did you see anything you would like to try while I was gone?” she asked.
“Yes.” My eyes returned to the binder. “I want the red cape with the black lace trim,” I said. “A–And I would like to see some crotch-less panties.”
“Excellent. I will go and pull those while you get started with these,” she said as she pulled a privacy curtain in front of the door.
My fingers could not move fast enough as I pulled off my shirt and worked to unclasp my bra. I pulled the beautiful corset off the hanger and wrapped it around my body. It took me a few minutes to get it adjusted properly but Miranda was right. It was a lot more comfortable than the last one I had worn by far, and it was so easy to get into.
I admired my reflection in the mirror. I looked amazing in that corset and I did not want to take it off. Reluctantly I did, though. There was still so much more to try on.
After trying on garment after garment, I found that my “yes” pile was much larger than my “no” pile. I had chosen a lot of red, but there were many in other colors, too. In the end, I had picked out a few other skirts and tops to go along with my fancy new undergarments.
I think even Miranda was worn out when she sat down in the chair next to me. “What do you think of your selections?” she asked.
“They’re wonderful,” I said. “I just have one more question.”
She almost looked frightened. “Yes?”
“Do you have a match or even a torch, perhaps?” I said holding up my old bra and underwear. “These need to be destroyed before they trick some other unsuspecting woman into thinking she isn’t a sexy number.”
She snatched them from my hand and dropped them into a garbage can.
“You are one feisty gal,” Miranda said, laughing as she got up to collect my “yes” pile. “I hope your gentleman friend knows what he is getting himself into.”
I got up and followed her as she led the way to the front of the store, my eyes wandering. The displays were so enticing. Some of the toys looked interesting but I thought I would save that for another day.
Miranda placed my items on the counter then looked at me thoughtfully. “Can I make one other suggestion?” she asked.
“You haven’t led me astray thus far.”
“We have a licensed, in-house waxing salon. The girl who does it is amazing. She is quick and professional and she can have your bikini region cleaned up and trimmed in no time. I use her myself and I think that type of grooming can only add to your confidence and enhance this beautiful lingerie. She can even finish you with these cute adhesive crystal accents.”
I
thought about it for a moment. I had never had a waxing service but I supposed it might be worth it to try. After all, the day was about being dangerous. “I think I will try it,” I said.
“Great,” Miranda smiled. “I’ll package up your purchase and it will be ready to go as soon as you are done!”
Chapter 5:
The Better to Eat You With, My Dear
A full week after Vera and Annabelle left had passed and I still had not heard from Wolfram. I was beginning to wonder if our entire tryst had been in my head. To remind myself that it was not, each morning on my walk, I visited our spot by the creek. In my heart, I wanted to poke my head around the tree and see him lying there in all his glory.
Since I had rediscovered my sexy side, I was hungry for more. I considered participating in some of the activities offered as a distraction, but all I wanted was Wolf. As the days passed, I began to worry that our meeting had been a one-time event and he was not interested in a repeat. Then, I reasoned that it was obvious that he must have enjoyed it as much as me. After all, he had taken the time to leave a note on my front door for me. Besides, he had only said that he had to go out of town on business. He never said for how long he would be gone. In the end, I stayed away from the group activities and concentrated on getting my cottage organized.
Finally, late one evening, I heard a gentle tapping on my front door. When I opened it there was no one there. I looked up and down the street. The only thing I saw was a dog. Was that the same one from the woods that day? I squinted and stepped out on my porch to get a better look. It had to be the same dog. It was the same silvery-gray color as the other one. It was so big, I almost thought it might be a wolf.
When the dog disappeared from sight, I turned to walk back into my cottage and was surprised to see a long silver box with a red ribbon propped up next to the door. I smiled, thinking it was flowers as I picked it up and carried it inside. I sat it on the kitchen table and carefully opened the lid.
