Lorie woke up, and stretched, warm and cozy, a smile flitting across her face. In her dream, the Wolf took long, languorous laps with his tongue across her sensitive nipples. As consciousness slowly broke over her, she touched her breasts and found that indeed, her nipples were hard. I'm so horny, she thought; I wonder what the Wolf is doing today?
Still basking in the afterglow of her dream, she let her fingers wander between her legs. Damp. Oh yeah, she thought, dreaming of the Wolf makes me wet. She imagined him licking her, burying his tongue in the soft folds of her labia, peeling aside her lips to eat her cunt. Her fingers found her clit, a turgid little bullet of pleasure. She rubbed herself as she pictured him sucking her. She wanted to come and between pulling on her nipples, fingering her wet pussy, and the visions of the Wolf with his head between her legs, she soon did.
And though the orgasm felt great, she knew that today, it wasn't enough. She wanted the Wolf. This fantasy had to be lived out. She looked over at the clock on her bedside table. 8:17. Would he be awake? Fuck him, she thought. I'll give him a reason to get up. She picked up the phone and punched his number. She listened to the rings, and counted them off silently. Three. If it goes past four, I'll get the machine. Four.
"Hello?" came a groggy voice through the ear piece.
"It's Red," Lorie said. "Whatcha up to?"
"Sleeping," said the Wolf. "What time is it?"
"Time for you to get up," she teased. "If I have anything to do with it."
Still half asleep, the Wolf didn't understand her joke. "But it's Sunday," he said, "isn't it?"
"I'll be over in an hour. Go have a shower."
"What's up?" he continued.
"You'd better be," she laughed. "If not, I'll have to take matters into my own hands." She hung up the phone, and hopped out of bed. Minutes later, Lorie let the hot water cascade over her body. As she soaped her breasts the water dribble off the short red tufts of pubic hair on her mons. Better shave, she thought. She did her legs and underarms, then lathered up the fine stubble between her legs. As the sharp steel of the razor glided over her lips, she once again felt a stirring there, and when she'd finished, her fingers again found their way inside her. Just a little, she thought, just enough. She pinched her nipples and played briefly with the bars piercing them, feeling a jolt of electricity stretch to her crotch. That's it, that's it, I want to be ready for the Wolf.
Lorie stepped out of the shower and dried her long red curls. Strutting through the rooms of her house, she toweled off and thought about what to wear. It was fairly warm out, and she wanted to ride her bike. She loved the freedom and power of her bike. She took a Granny Smith from the refrigerator, and returned to her bedroom, to get out her clothes. She had already decided to wear the new red thong she'd bought the day before. Jeans, of course, but what top? Bra or no? Slipping the tiny thong over her hips, she adjusted the fabric so that it was taunt against her pussy. It felt good. Leaning over her sock drawer, her hair rained across her breasts, caressing them. She knew she'd have the same sensation when she leaned over the Wolf's hard cock to suck him, and again she felt the dampness in her crotch. Lorie picked out some plain white crew socks, to go under her motorcycle boots. She pulled on the socks, then her jeans, finally the boots, and put her hands on her hips while she decided on a top.
No bra today. Keep it simple. Just a plain white a-shirt--a 'wife beater'--to go under her leather jacket. Classic. She smoothed the thin ribbed fabric over her breasts and admired the impression her pierced nipples made against the cloth. Yep, the 'girls' were at attention. Gathering her flowing curls in one hand, she slipped the knot of hair through the clasp of a ball cap, and donned her sunglasses. "You look fucking hot," she said out loud, admiring herself in the mirror. Lorie took a final bite of the apple and tossed the core in the basket, grabbed her keys and strode out the door. The warm Spring morning air engulfed her as she swung her leg over the saddle of the bike and started it. She gunned the engine, adjusted the choke, clicked the lever into first, and pulled out her driveway into traffic, heading east into the sun, towards the Wolf's house.
The Wolf fixed himself a cup of coffee and took it to the shower. As the previous night's cobwebs were lifted, he realize what Red's "wake up call" meant. She was horny, and he was going to be the beneficiary. He stepped into the shower, and washed his hair. Soaping his body, he felt the stubble on his balls and around the base of his cock. He knew Red would suck him, and began to grow stiff as he lathered up. The Wolf too thought he should shave, and stretched his dangling sack taunt under the blade of the razor. By the time he'd finished "tidying up" the Wolf was fully erect, and droplets of pre-come mixed with the soapy water. Pulling a few times on his prick, he imagined fucking Red's come-hungry mouth, but it felt too good, and he didn't want to waste a load. The Wolf rubbed the bar of soap over his butt-hole, and inserted a lubed finger in to the first knuckle. Nice and clean, he thought, all the better to have you tongue it, my dear.
While the Wolf dried off, Lorie was sitting at a traffic light, gently revving her engine, feeling the throb of the motor between her legs. Her pussy was damp and nipples stiff as her mind raced ahead to the events before her. She wanted to fuck the Wolf in every possible way. Lorie imagined his fat cock in her mouth and cunt and ass; she was on top, she was on her knees, she was on her back. Imagining his hard prick sliding between her breasts, Lorie didn't notice the light change, and when she heard a horn blow behind her, her reverie was broken. She flipped her middle finger to the driver behind, insouciantly, and chirped her tire pulling away.
The Wolf slipped on an old terry robe, and without doing the sash went back to the kitchen for a second cup of coffee. As he poured some cream into the cup, he heard the rumble of an engine outside, and glanced out the window to see Red switching off the bike and setting the kickstand. Hot, he thought, she's very hot. By the time Lorie walked to the front door, he was there on the other side, opening it for her.
"Hi," he said, "I..."
"Shhsh, don't say anything, just fuck me," she said, closing the door behind her.
He pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth. Her hands stroked his powerful chest, lingering in his nipples, and she tugged gently on his ring. Sliding lower over his taunt belly, she felt his stiffening cock press against the crotch of her jeans, and she ground her pelvis against it. The Wolf slid Lorie's jacket from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and pushed the ball cap off her head. He gathered a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back, breaking their kiss.
"On you knees, bitch," he commanded. "Suck it."
Lorie crouched before him, wrapping her fingers around his cock. She admired it's length and girth, and squeezed a drop of pre-come from the slit. Almost involuntarily, her tongue darted out to catch the salty liquid. She looked up at the Wolf's face, his eyes glazed over with lust. Though he had commanded her, she knew she had a powerful hold on him, and reveled in the paradox. He lips parted and she engulfed his hard-on with her hot wet mouth.
