A Lost Girl Meets Her Mate. Part 4.
As I pulled my pajama bottoms and my panties down, I noticed I was already nice and wet. I closed my eyes. I dipped my finger into my pussy and brought it back up to my clit. This is just what I need after a very stressful day. I fantasized about a dark mystery guy that I had been masturbating to for years. My scent wafted up from in between my legs, and I could hear the noise of my fingers gliding back and forth in my wetness. I softly moaned, and after a few minutes, I felt it coming. My movement sped up as I let out a little moan and my hips thrusted as I climaxed.
As my bliss faded, I opened my eyes, and I noticed the wolf had his eyes open, and was staring between my legs. He saw that I was looking at him and put his paws over his eyes. He curled back up and went to sleep. I was a little embarrassed about the show I had put on for my new friend, but there wasn’t much I could do about it now. I pulled my panties and pajamas up, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
I had the best dream. I was following the wolf through the woods running at full speed. Then the prospective changed, and I saw that I was a wolf too. I followed him for what seemed like an hour running at full speed. The dream was so vivid. I could feel the speed I was running at, and it was much faster than I could run as a human. The whole experience made me feel free. We eventually stepped into a clearing where there were many other wolves. Then my alarm woke me.
The first thing I noticed was that the wolf wasn’t in bed with me anymore. Then I walked to the bathroom and sat down to pee. My ass fell into the toilet bowl. Who left the toilet seat up?
I walked downstairs and my mom was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. She said, “Morning! Nice of you to leave me the last piece of cake like you promised.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “Mom, I didn’t eat it.”
My mom said, “Well somebody did, and unless you’re going to tell me your new pet ate it, that leaves you.”
I asked, “Have you seen my new pet this morning?”
My mom told me she had. That he had come downstairs and stood by the back sliding glass door and wanted out. I walked over to the door and looked out, and there he was wandering around in our fenced in back yard. I opened the door and let him in.
My mom and I made more small talk. Then my mom asked me to get dressed, so we could go get dog food and dog bowls for our new guest. I ran upstairs and changed quickly. My mom was feeding the wolf a piece of bacon when I came back down.
I asked, “Do you want to stay outside while me and mom are gone or inside?”
The wolf walked back to the sliding glass door and whimpered like he wanted out. I opened the door and let him out.
When we walked out the front door, we noticed the police officer sitting in an unmarked car. My mom and I introduced ourselves to him. Then I told him mom and I were going to go shopping. He asked roughly how long we would be gone. I told him at least an hour. He handed me his card and said to call him if we encounter any problems. The police officer told me he was going to use the time to go get something to eat.
We went to the pet supply store and then the grocery store. We were pulling back up in our driveway about two hours later. When I got inside, I looked out the back window of the house and into the back yard. The wolf wasn’t there. I was heartbroken and confused as to how he found his way out of our fenced in back yard.
There was a knock at the door. My mom answered it. After a few minutes, she said, “Chloe, there is a young man here that would like to have a word with you.”
I walked up to the entryway, and my mom introduced me to Jason. He was around my age, and oh my god, he was about 6’3″. He was very muscular with brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was a bronze shade. He is probably Native American.
My mom invited him into the kitchen and motioned for him to take a seat. Then she gestured for me to take a seat too. I sat down after he did. When I sat down, I felt my wetness. I was surprised as no other guy ever made me cream in my pants by simply being in their presence.
He cleared his throat and said, “As I was telling your mom, we found you when she posted a message on Facebook looking for your biological parents. I already had a scheduled trip to this area to do marketing for the products our tribe produces, so they sent me to contact you.”
Surprised, I asked, “Our tribe?”
Jason replied, “My tribe and your tribe too.”
Dumbfounded I asked, “What do you mean by my tribe? I am white.”
To be continued…