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|Introduction: Thanks to Abi; a wonderful lady who was my inspiration for this story.|
Anyone remember a US pop or soul group, called ‘Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs? No… neither do I…… only kidding; they had a couple of minor UK hits in the 60s; ‘Wooly Bully’ and ‘Lil’ Red Riding Hood’ which was a monotonous little ditty of which the only part I can remember was the opening lines which went something like “Hey there Lil’ Red Riding Hood, I’m gonna treat ya like a lover should; don’t go walking in the spooky old wood alone”. This was followed by a lot of wolf howling noises.
I can’t this song out of my head which is embarrassing as by profession I’m a Forester and woods, spooky or not, are where I spend my working life.
I love trees, both deciduous and coniferous. Deciduous trees always seem friendly with their ever changing leaf colour and pattern dappled with summer sunlight and their coating of snow and frost in the winter give them a character all of their own. Through all the seasons they seem so alive.
Conifers stand throughout the year, changing little, brooding, silent, ever watchful, and suspicious of the banter and chit chat of woodland life around them.
Hey! This is getting way too serious. Back to this silly song which is driving me crackers. I was whistling it yesterday afternoon as I left my LandRover 4WD at the side of a woodland track and set off on foot to a newly planted spinney which was one of several on this side of the forest designed as part of a management project to replace some dead trees blown over in recent gales.
A flash of colour winged its way past my head…….. A jay! Always one of my favourite woodland birds…….. No! A pair of them! I followed them as best as I could and soon found myself in a tangle of brushwood and brambles, which I had to force my way through at first and then round until I found myself in a part of the forest which I was not entirely familiar with. There was no problem. A forester can’t get lost in his own forest! I set off knowing that I should soon find myself in familiar surroundings.
These days ‘getting back to nature’ is a popular way of getting away from the strife of city life and with this in mind we have a few log cabins positioned around the forest which folk can hire for a week or so during the kinder months. As far as I was aware we had no ‘guests’ at the moment, as we were in late autumn (fall to my American readers!) or even early winter; well the shops had been full of Christmas things for weeks, but then these days that starts in Summer or so it seems!
The cabins have the appearance of pioneers’ residences; you wouldn’t think it strange to see a character in buckskins standing at the door, but to tell the truth they are quite modern inside. Your average city dweller might see himself as a frontiersman, but he finds it hard to exist without TV and a microwave for a week! I’d almost walked past this one when I noticed something different about it. The chimney was smoking!
I altered my course and approached the front door; I assumed some kids had found a way inside and were they about to get the rough end of my tongue!
Without pausing in the slightest, I took hold of the handle, shoved the door open and shouldered my way inside.
A woman was standing just inside the single living room, having, it would seem, just come out of the bedroom. Her face wore a shocked expression and she had put her hand up to mouth. She wasn’t the only one who was shocked! Not only was she obviously a responsible adult who presumably had more right to be there than I did at that time, but she was dressed in a way which indicated that she expected total privacy.
I’m not altogether sure what the garment she was wearing is called but I think it’s known as a ‘Teddy’. Whatever … it was red and white in colour and sort of fitted from crotch to bust with a sort of little fluffy red skirt trimmed in white lace. The top was sheer white lace and designed to hide absolutely nothing and in this, the design was a total success! She seemed to be wearing a very skimpy pair of panties (a thong, I thought) in the same shade of red, scarlet, as the rest of the outfit. She half turned and I could see that she also had a small scarlet hood at the back. She also wore sheer barely black hold up stockings and to complete the ensemble (and in my eyes it couldn’t be more complete) shiny, black high heeled shoes. And what’s more, she was the living embodiment of that damned song which had been running through my head!
I must have looked absolutely ridiculous, standing there gaping at her. She recovered first,
‘Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re playing at bursting into this cabin uninvited?’
She was gorgeous and her angry colour matched in so well with her outfit, that I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
‘Well’, she said, ‘I’m waiting for an explanation’
She stood there with those legs that went up to her armpits in those black stockings, apart and balanced on those high heels. Her breasts jutted out in front of her with the nipples straining against that sheer white lace. Glancing between her legs, I couldn’t help noticing that the thong had ridden up so as to split her labia in two as far as I could tell under that bushy undergrowth of pubic hair which was now very much on public display! She followed my glance and her colour deepened into a very pretty shade of crimson, as she attempted to persuade her panties to descend without actually touching them, a forlorn hope. The only thing this manoeuvre achieved was to give me an even better look at the swell of her buttocks which were only partly covered by the garment.
In my most reasonable tones, I told her who I was and explained that her presence had come as a total surprise to me because nobody had mentioned her booking to me.
She seemed a little confused and told me that she had booked it over the internet and had been a little surprised to find it so isolated and even more surprised that there had been nobody there when she arrived to let her in and show her where everything was. I asked her how she had managed to get in and she spoke of an imperfectly closed window which she had climbed through. I know she hadn’t arrived in that outfit, but I couldn’t get the image of her scrambling over the window sill dressed as she now was out of my head and I felt my body start to react to that image.
‘Anyway’, I said reasonably with my hands clasped firmly in front of me, ‘at least tell me your name’.
Again she glanced at me, perfectly aware of the reaction her body had had on mine and answered sweetly, ‘Well Mr Forester, I’m Little Red Riding Hood and I’d like some proof that you are who you claim to be, because I’ve been hearing terrible stories about a big, bad wolf wandering about in the forest impersonating people’.
This was more than I could stand. I took her in my arms and held her body close to mine. My erection was now out of control as I kissed her full on the mouth and cupped her left breast, squeezing the nipple though the sheer white lace, and rolling it between finger and thumb before pulling it outwards so that she gave a little shriek of discomfort before lapsing into a sound between a moan and a growl as she pressed her body into mine.
She made no resistance as I took her hand and led her into the bedroom where the unmade bed still smelled of her body, and sitting on the edge, pulled her over my knee. Roughly, I pulled both her breasts out of their lace hideaway and fondled them as I started to smack the cheeks of her bottom with the other hand.
‘Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ she sighed, ‘What big hands you have, Mr Forester!’
‘All the better to spank you with Little Red Riding Hood!’ I replied, entering into the spirit of the thing.
Her bottom turned through various shades of pink until it was a smouldering, deep cerise. I stopped spanking her and having run my fingers inside and under the thong strap running through her bottom crack, I lifted it clear and lowered her panties to her knees. I slid my index finger from the little puckered pink rosebud of her bottom hole and deep down between her legs where there was no resistance before it slipped between the sticky and swollen lips of her cunt and vanished inside.
‘What long fingers you have, Mr Forester!’
‘All the better to feel you with, Little Red Riding Hood!’
I grasped her hair entwining it round my fist and pulled her up and one handed while holding her by the hair, I undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor. Still holding her hair, I pushed her back on the bed and reaching for a pillow and shoved it under her bottom, I knelt above her and between her thighs and lowering my face to her tits proceeded to lick and suck her nipples.
‘What a long tongue you’ve got, Mr Forester!’
‘All the better to lick your clit with, NEXT time, Little Red Riding Hood!’
‘Why not THIS time?’
‘Because I’ve got something else to go there; and its going there NOW!’
And with that I pulled my pants down and pushed my cock into her cunt and started to fuck her with hard, vigorous thrusts; driving her up the bed until she was able to reach behind herself and hold onto the bars of the headboard. She clasped her thighs round my back and squeezed my backside tight as I buried my cock to the root inside her slippery, glistening vagina, my balls bouncing against her widely and lewdly gaping thighs as our pubic mounds meshed together.
‘What a big cock you’ve got, Mr Forester!’
‘All the better to fuck you with, Little Red Riding Hood’, I gasped between thrusts.
‘What a ……… ‘, she started to say, but I stopped her short.
‘You talk too much, Little Red Riding Hood’ I said, ‘I can see that I’m going to have to push something in there to shut you up……… and it just so happens that very shortly I’m going to have just the thing to gag you with’.
I wonder if you can guess what I used!?
‘Hey there Lil’ Red Riding Hood, I’m gonna fuck ya like a lover should, don’t go walking in the spooky old wood, alone’
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