Sensual Sunday is back with a new story. Using but a name from a fairy tale we once heard a long time ago. Also entering a new side of story telling that might be odd for a guy, but trying it any way. May you enjoy the new story.
Sensual Sunday: Red Riding Hood! Part One
I never thought to be that kind of girl but it was that one night I got out with some of the girls. Always knew about Jess being our little red riding hood with her long red hair, freckles draped across her face, eating from both sides. She to could be considered a wolf in sexy clothes. Her body has the curves on all the right places with a sporty feel to it on times having me feel jealous,
We loved her none the less and most the time I am the who kept her on the right track. Making jokes about being out in the woods doing her thing and always finding a place to spill her heart aches and concerns. And it turned me into her granny.
I am but 23 years old, living life one step at a time in a hundred puddles. Just got out of school, having me a job in an office. Being so busy I hardly ever have time to get out. Sex is not on the menu every week and on my days off I apparently dressed to dusty like an old lady. Sticking up my black hair with some chopsticks, snuggled up on a sofa with my baggy trousers and a grey knitted sweater three sizes to big.
No I am not an ugly girl, as Jess often would make jokes she would have me in an instant all over the place. She cracks jokes about being her twin since I can wear her clothes with ease. My baggy clothes make me slightly smaller, having the room to move freely despite my self imagined overweight.
Back to that night we had so much fun dancing and drinking having the greatest time of our lives. Including me the Granny. Though this time it was Jess who was feeling out of sorts. Her body hanging over the table early in the night and sometimes leaning against me whispering some mumblings I could not make out. Not being the first time I figured it was because she broke up with someone. Tears on occasion rolled down and I would brush through her soft red hair telling her, it would all be all right.
Her hair was like silk, her smile however drunk still very sexy and teasing. It is moment that she would look at me with her grey eyes that would smother me with ease. A tear could roll from them at any moment, unsure if her blush is from being drunk or something else. Tugged away in a corner, I can’t help but notice her soft breasts either pushing against arm or thigh. Like a child she is upright or lying down. It might be just the time to take her home.
With a small word about home, I was surprised she was convinced so easy as she was the wild one to always stay till the end. Helping her in her coat and pulling down her dress over her ass. Arm swept over my shoulder to help her balance on her heels. We laugh and smile about the silliness we display, wobbling left and right across the streets. Sitting down with tears freely flowing from Jess ruining her make up. Picking ourselves up and laugh it off as being goofy and two women having a girls moment.
Hope you enjoyed the small introduction and will come back next week for more about Jess our little red riding hood.