In the park... Alone?
Chala is a young wolfess of about 18, her eyes are a bright and lively, a warm blue color. Her fur is a warm dark grey and she has a small black line running down her forehead to the tip of her button nose. Her stomach and paws are a lighter grey and the fur of her crotch is even lighter bordering on a white color. Her breasts are small and pert an even B-cup and her thighs are fur lithe hunters' thighs.
You are a lucky one, you're standing in the park the warm sun beating down on your back, you'd heard a giggle and had been overcome with curiosity, and now you stand hidden in a bush, looking out over a clearing in the bushes ahead. A clearing surrounded by bushes and trees hidden from everyone, and the young girl, Chala, is laying on a blanket, her clothes neatly folded beside her, a warm smile on her face as she lays back in the sun. You think she's sunbathing, but it doesn't matter what she's doing, because you can watch her lithe naked body, hidden unseen in your bush.
She sighs and feels the warm sun beat down on her fur keeping her warm. Her body squirms on the blanket slightly she closes her bright blue eyes and runs a paw across her chest stopping over her nipples and brushing them idly with her finger tips, you watch as her nipples grow erect under her idle stroking, her lips a broad smile showing her, white, sharp, teeth. She writhes on the blanket again her other paw slips over her stomach the fur brushed sideways by her paw. As she writhes on the soft picnic blanket you watch with baited breath her thighs move slowly apart, revealing the soft light fur that runs between her thighs, and stops in a line down the center revealing a tiny sliver of warm inviting pink.
Her paw across her chest slowly pinches one of her young firm nipples, her fingers massaging into her warm pert breast, the fur brushed into a jumble as the young sweet girl arches her back off the ground her sweet thighs tensing. Her other hand traces down from her stomach and rests for a moment on the light, near white, fur of her mound rubbing into it and eliciting a warm delighted moan from her lips.
Your eyes fixed on the young girl you stare at her as she holds her hips from the blanket exposing her soft pert backside just below her pink slit. You smell the scent of young fur on the air, the smell of sweet tender sex and mating. Your eyes follow her fingers as the slide down her mound the finger tips slip between the twin thin lines of pink and they spread, the warm moist inside of her labia exposed to the warm afternoon air. A soft moan escapes from the lips of the young wolfess, her lips a broad sensual smile as she rubs her center finger between the two holding open her folds and massages it against a small pink button you know to be her clit. She moans louder as she does, her other paw rubbing more excitedly against her small pert breasts.
You notice the smell of sweet and tender, somehow innocent scented, juices on the air thickens to a heady degree, your eyes drink in the sight of the young girl her fingers spreading her folds to show her bright pink folds and the warm inviting, moist looking, pucker of her tender vagina. Desire fills your senses as you watcher her drop her finger from the button of her clit and it strokes the sweet pucker of her entrance, her finger dips a tiny way inside and a deeper more instinctive moan slips from her lips, boiling up instincts inside your body, but you hold back desperate to watch the young girl.
Her finger sinks slowly into her tender tunnel, you watch it vanish, one knuckle at a time. Her breath is shallow and short as she slowly starts to pump the finger deep and the shallow in her warm and tight cunny. The fur of her finger becomes slicked flat and shiny with her juices and her scent assaults your nostrils. Her hand gives her nipples a rough tug which elicits a growl from between her teeth, her lips draw back exposing her hunters' teeth.
The tender pink flesh around her entrance is smooth and slick shining with juices and, as you watch, a small drip of the juices that so assault your senses with their smell drop from her folds to the blanket. A warm and hungry moan slips from her lips, her breath becoming deeper and more hurried as she begins to roughly push her long slim slick finger through her tender walls, her other hand wraps around one of her breasts and massages roundly her finger tips pinching her nipples aggressively, "oh god yes! Umph!" slips from her lips, but she bites her lip muffling the sound of her next moan.
You stare unable to rip your eyes from the sight the teen wolfs finger begins to pound desperately at her sweet and tender tunnel, the fingers spreading her folds tense and rub against then, her hips tense the muscle bunching and tightening, you watch another drip slip from her sweet hole and drop to the picnic blanket.
She twists her body, her muscles tensing all over, the fur of her tail stands on end, she gasps noisily and growls out "fuck! Yes! mmmmph!" her hips circle as she grinds her finger into herself, another drip of juices slip from her. Her scent fills the air it feels heady and think the scent of desire, the scent of ultimate pleasure. Then suddenly she throws her head back, closing her eyes tight, she gives a deep guttural feral moan of pleasure and her finger pushes tight to her sweet entrance, her other hand grasps her breast and nipple hard, juices leak from her folds drip after drip almost a flow. As you watch you could almost see the muscles of her tender pussy tighten and grip and twitch round her finger and you imagine the feeling of that, around any part of you it would be amazing, you imagine the feel of her folds pressed to any part of you and watch as she slowly collapses back onto the picnic blanket, panting noisily.
You stare at her, she lays there, her fingers slip from her folds which close her crotch damp with juices the fur slightly matted, and her paw slips from her chest. She lies, spread eagled and panting, enticing your senses with the tender smell of her climax, of her mating.
Minutes pass and you are left there staring and breathing shallow and quietly wishing she'd start again or that you could step out and take her, but you can't and she doesn't.
She reaches over and opens a small bag that looks like a shoulder back, pulling out a small pack of wipes. The first she rubs between her fingers and the scent of sex in the air mixes with lemon, the second she reaches down and rubs gently over her folds giving a little shiver.
Standing you watch her firm breasts bob slightly and her backside shimmy in the air as she leans down and picks up a pair of silky panties, slipping them on, she does the same with her bra clipping it behind her one handed with an expert flick, stepping into a pleated skirt and lifting it to her waist tightening the belt. Next is a soft white blouse, which she buttons slowly and then a pair of white knee high socks, your jaw hangs as you watch her slip on black shinned shoes.
You realize she is a school girl as she settles a beret in place and picks up her shoulder back, folding the blanket slowly, and placing it in her back, "Now just two more classes and home" she says with a smile and turns to leave the clearing by the opposite side to you.
She stops just before she steps into the bushes and out of sight, swishing her tail and turning to look across the clearing straight at you, giving a little wink and vanishing into the bush...
Could she know, you think desperately, but with a hint of hope, a hint of desire, a hint of desperate, you wonder if she minded.
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