Coaxing the Wolf, Todd & Clem Ch. 1

Todd

I met Clem three months ago at a club meeting.  My life, especially my sex life, hasn’t been the same since. 

The Ramblers, our local hiking club, meets every Sunday at 7a sharp.  She’d arrived before me and was lingering in the entry to the bus terminal which served as our jumping off point for the Timp-Torne trail. 

It had been my turn to lead the hike and I’d been forwarded an e-mail that a new girl named Clementine was planning to join our group.  She’d been transferred over from her company’s office in San Diego and was looking to connect with the local hiking scene. 

After we waited a while, it dawned on me that she might be her.    I walked over to introduce myself.  “Todd”, I said.  “Are you Clementine?”  “Clem”, she said, a bright smile lighting up her features. 

She was just short of five feet tall, with dark hair that dropped down just a little below her chin, curling slightly back up toward her jawline.  She had bright blue eyes that shimmered mischievously. They were set above a cute nose and a set of full lips that immediately had me licking my own.  A silver piercing  jutted through her bottom lip, adding a sexy pout to her already gorgeous features.  She was of an average build, her legs hard and well muscled.  Her hips tapered nicely as they neared her waist, leading to a perfect, round ass that seemed as though it was begging to be spanked, even through her loose jeans.  She wore a hoodie on top, masking some of what lie beneath, but it was obvious she was buxom and full breasted. 

I found myself quite taken with her appearance and she seemed not to notice my once over as she took my measure as well.  “Have you done this one before?”, she asked.  “What?, Oh, yes a few times.  It’s  a fun hike, about seven miles. The views of the Hudson valley are pretty good and the Spiral is cool.” She smiled and we made small talk until everyone else arrived. 

We walked together all day, bumping into one another occasionally whenever the trail grew precarious enough to make us clumsy.  She wasn’t overly talkative but we conversed occasionally, enjoying the day and the scenery.  When we got back to the bus terminal I found myself wanting to enjoy her company a little longer. 

“Do you want to grab a burger or something?”, I said.  She smiled.  “Sure”. 

That was that, we dated for a few weeks,  dinner, movies, kayaking on the Hudson, more hikes.  Somewhere after our fifth date I could tell she seemed a little impatient. We had had a great day, just the two of us out on the trail.  When we got back to our closest mutual subway station I leaned down and kissed her.  She drew me in, longer and harder than usual.  I held her, gently, my heart hammering, and……..I panicked. 

“Well, goodnight”, I said. “See you Saturday.  I’ll meet you at your place?”  She looked down, balling her fists slightly, then looked up.  “Sure”, she said, voice slightly throaty from the kiss.  Then, she hopped on her train.  I watched her go. Something was bothering her but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.  

Saturday afternoon arrived and I got dressed and ready to go.  I took a cab directly to her building, not wanting to be late.  I’d made us reservations at the Gramercy tavern and couldn’t wait to take Clem out on the town. 

I walked up the three flights of steps to her flat and knocked.  When she opened the door she looked up at me and gave me a mischievous smile.  She was wearing a blue camisole tucked tightly around her breasts, her nipples hard, pointing out of the fabric.  She had a grey pair of pajamas on, cats decorating the fabric. 

I didn’t know what to say.  We’d planned on going out and I knew she wouldn’t go dressed this way.  Had she forgotten? Her smile grew as she registered the confusion on my face.  She grabbed me by my coat and dragged me inside, kneeling down in front of me.  She reached up, undid the clasp on my belt, and then pulled my pants to the floor.

“Was this really happening”, I thought.  My heart hammered, a thousand beats per minute, blood rushing downward in response to her pose. She rubbed my cock through my boxers, kneading it gently and looking up at me.   My boxers followed my pants to the floor and I stepped out of them along with my shoes. 

My cock flopped awkwardly out as soon as the cloth prison had been removed. It twisted slightly, back and forth, as I grew harder.  She beamed up at me, a wicked, naughty smile lighting her face.  Straightening, she licked all along the underside of my dick, pausing to flick the flat of her tongue against the sensitive spot just under the head. 

Looking up again, she asked “Mind if we stay in tonight?”  She didn’t wait for an answer.  Instead, she locked her lips around my head and slid down my length, torturing my cock with her tongue all the way down. Then she started to suck.  The hollows of her cheeks bulged in as she pleasured me, always looking up to gauge my reaction. 

I gasped, the sudden, unexpected sensations taking hold of me.  She paused, licked me base to head, kissing and sucking.  I moaned, knees weak already, my eyes rolling back.  She was good at this. 

Gently, I placed my hand on the back of her head.  She paused then took my entire length into her mouth, her bottom lip kissing my balls as she gagged.  I tried to pull away, not wanting to hurt her but she grabbed my ass hard, holding me deep. 

Reading her unspoken message, I tightened my hold on the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair. I started thrusting in and out, fucking her throat, moaning, still unbelieving that this could be happening.  She moved with my thrusts, taking all I could give her, her gagging noises and the sensation of her throat muscles bucking against me driving me closer and closer to the edge. 

Finally, I pulled her back, her saliva hanging from my wet, swollen cock in thick, viscous strands.  She looked up and smiled.  I leaned back against the door, pulling her to her feet.  She leaned in to kiss me but I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her back toward where I presumed the bedroom would be. 

It took a couple of tries to find the right door.  She giggled at my mistake, first finding a closet, and then the bathroom.  I reached up, cupping my palm to give her ass a good swat.  She yelped and giggled louder.  Finally, I opened the door to a bedroom, tossing her down on the queen sized bed. 

She beamed up at me, feigning submission.  I bent down to crawl over her but she rolled over and off the bed, crouching in an athletic stance on the other side.  She wanted me to chase her.  I hopped onto the bed, making a quick lunge but missed and she scurried  around behind me laughing.  I turned toward her as she sped back around to the other side but this time I caught her arm as she swung by and pulled her up on top of my lap, sitting down.  

I gave her bottom another good swat.  She moaned softly, and turned to look at me.  Her smile was gone, replaced with a look of hunger and want.  I pulled her pj’s and panties down, below her cheeks and gave her two more hard spankings.  She moaned, louder this time. 

“Have I been bad?”, she said.  I smiled, unable to form words.  Her bare pussy was exposed to me, smooth and enticing, perched between her thighs. I ran my thumb lightly along her steaming cleft, only sliding just far enough inside to get a feel for her wetness.  She whimpered and I let out a sigh of my own.  She was sopping wet and her juices coated the insides of her thighs as well as her cunt. 

I slid first one and then three fingers inside her, thrusting my hand shallowly into her depths.  I pulled my hand back and sucked my fingers, enjoying the clean, salty taste of her.  She arched her back across my lap, giving  me better access. I scooted out from under her and pulled her pajama pants and panties down the rest of the way.  Her wet, musky scent enveloped me as I bent toward her.  My cock stiffened and throbbed and she licked her lips as she looked back toward me over her shoulder. 

I lowered myself down onto the floor, crouching beneath her swollen sex.  I buried my nose in her pussy, reaching out with my tongue and lower lip to tease her clit.  She gasped and grabbed her breasts through her camisole moaning softly into the bed. 

I kept at it, licking her along her lips, just nudging her clit, tasting her, enjoying her scent.  I pulled back and licked her whole sex from her clit down to her tight hole and then moved up again to suck gently on her clit.  She shut her eyes tighter, her moans becoming more insistent. 

I kept at it until she was trembling slightly and slipped one, then two fingers inside her, slowly fucking her as I continued torturing her clit with my tongue.  She backed against me.  “Fuck me, fuck me!, FUCK ME!” she whispered, then screamed.  Her voice dripping with passion and need, my cock throbbing, skin stretching, painfully hard. 

I stood, and lined my cock up with her entrance, parting her lips with just a little pressure.  She moaned needfully, backing against me, trying to push me inside.  I hung back, teasing her.  She looked over her shoulder, whimpering. 

I relented and slid gently into her, slowly pushing my head through her tight entrance.  She gasped, drawing a hard lungful of air and let out a squealing high pitched moan as I slid all the way inside, nudging up against her cervix. 

I rocked back and forth, deep inside her, savoring the sensation of her hot wetness clenched tightly around me.  “Harder”, she whispered.  I picked up my pace, thrusting further in and out.  She moaned.  “Harder”, she said.  I grabbed her hips and used them for leverage as I thrust.  “Oh…HARDER”, she screamed.  I lay down over top of her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and thrust as deep as I could, still using her hip for leverage with my other hand, digging my fingers into her.  I pressed her into the bed, her muffled moans and cries coming faster, more insistent. 

She reached back, touched her clit, the barest of strokes.  Suddenly, she was  coming.  Her pussy spasming around my cock, gripping me tightly as her orgasm overtook her.  She pushed up off the bed and let out a deep moan as the last waves rippled through her. 

I barely held on.  I din’t want to come inside her, not yet.  I was frantic pulled out, straining to hold in my orgasm. 

She glanced back with an evil grin and spun in front of me, crouching on all fours.  She grasped the base of my cock and licked the underside again, flicking the tip.  That’s all I could take.  I was mortified. Thick white ropes of cum sprung from my cock landing all over her face and hair, dripping down her chin. But  I couldn’t help it, powerful waves of pleasure contorted my body as more cum rushed out. 

I grunted loudly, panted, tried to catch my breath.  When I was finished she smiled up at me through the glaze, gleeful and excited.  She plucked a string of cum from her chin, sucked it off of her finger to taste my seed.  She smiled around it.  “Mmmm…, you taste wonderful.”

I sighed, still overwhelmed.  She turned, smacked my ass hard and giggled.  “And here I was starting to wonder if you weren’t a dud”, then climbed off the bed and swayed off toward the bathroom. 

I layed down, collecting myself, catching my breath.  Moments later Clem returned her face flushed but clean. She was completely naked.  Her large pendulous breasts hanging high and perky framing a set of hard brown nipples.  She looked up at me, pulled off my suit coat and unbuttoned my shirt, sliding it over my shoulders so that it fell onto the floor and I was left naked. 

She leaned in, pressing her warm body against me, her breasts flexed against my chest and I couldn’t help but let out another soft moan, my barely softened cock twitching. 

She looked up “Popcorn?”, she said.  I looked down, still foggy, and nodded my head.  She walked out, back toward the kitchen.  I stumbled after her, recalling once again that I have legs. 

“Remote’s by the TV”, she said.  “All I have is Netflix”.  I grabbed the remote and sat down, bringing up the menu.  We ate popcorn and binge watched something for most of the night; Gilmore girls I think.  She reclined contentedly against my chest for a few hours, snuggling. 

Then her hands strayed to my cock and mine to her nipples and we fucked again, slow and tenderly on the couch.  After, we lay in each other’s arms late in the night, satiated and content.

We fell asleep tangled together like that. My mind slipped into a foggy haze as my subconscious slowly parsed through the events of the evening and all the feelings she’d brought out in me.