"I wonder what Mike's doing right now. He's sooo hot." Brenda thinks to herself as she rollerblades along the small street towards his house. She plans on hooking up with this boy, whom she met down here at the beach. Brenda had been a local at this beach for about a year, when her parents had decided to move to a town that was about a twenty minute drive from there. Brenda had just turned eightteen with straight, long blonde hair, deep green eyes, perfect tanlines and a natural set of t-&-a that would pale many girls in comparison. She was a very short girl who was the object of many a local boy's stares as her ass wobbled like jelly whenever she ran in those tight boxer shorts of hers. Anyway, she decides to take a shortcut to get to Mike's place. She had broken up with her last boyfriend only about a month ago. They had fucked like rabbits. As she rolls along, she notices a road that she had never noticed before on this path. There were no signs to indicate the name of this road and when she rolled closer, she realized that it was very short and ended in a circular dead end where a very beautiful house sat. The garden looked like something from one of those fancy magazines, but better in some way. Though she wanted to see Mike, it seemed as if something drove her to explore this house.
She rolled up to look around. As she came to one of the flowers that resembled a lilac, she bent to smell it. It was the most enchanting aroma she had ever known, she thought. She almost didn't want to move to another. Another one looked like nothing she had seen before. To describe it with mere words would do it injustice. As she bent over and touched it, she almost sensed some sort of vibration. After a few more minutes, she totally forgot about Mike as she looked around, not even thinking about the fact that she was at a strange house owned by someone whom she, chances are, had probably never even met. When she neared the area of the garden near to the front porch and door, she seen a plant with beautiful bulbs. She could not help but wonder why these flowers had not bloomed when all the others had. She leaned in to look closer at one of the bulbs and it popped open, shooting a puffy cloud of pollen into her face and making her sneeze. As she wiped her eyes and face, she noticed a wave of pleasure rush through her as she wanted to get herself off right then and there. It was like Brenda was feeling a million tingling sensations all over her body at once. It was so strong a feeling, she didn't even question the suddenness of it.
She could help herself no longer as she started to strip off her tight sweaty top, followed by her shorts. She left her skates on as she started to rub and squeeze her left nipple while fingering her clit, slowly and sensuously. All of a sudden, she felt something touch her. She turned her head. A vine from the plant had extended out. She finally freaked out, and got up to run, or skate, away. She then feels vines grab her ankles, wrists, and waist as they hold her in a bent over position, then straightened her back to stand tall in a 1-2 motion. Just then, she remembers, as if snapped out of a trance, that she didn't know whose house she was at. The door opened as Brenda started to whimper. Out of this front door came a gorgeous older woman, kinda resembling an older Anna Nicole Smith from her Playboy days, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. She was voluptuous with huge natural breasts and a figure to die for. She walks up to where the plants hold Brenda and uses her long nails to trace down Brenda's lips to her breasts. She squeezes one, admiring the girl's bare body, and says "Nice tanlines." She squeezed her breasts once again before leaning down to take it into her mouth for a moment, as Brenda struggled against her restraints. "Delicious" said the woman, coming back up.