Angie was 26 and single. She was an attractive girl, 5'4, 110, 34c, short blonde hair. Out of college for almost two years, she had a great job and a nice apartment but no social life. She basically was shy around men and more focused on her career anyway. Her one leisure passion was hiking, and she preferred to do that alone.
On one particular afternoon, Angie was hiking through a local forest when she came upon a plant she had never seen before. It was about one foot tall, with several vines and very colorful. It was as lovely as it was unusual. Thinking this would look good in her living room, Angie removed her knife,dug a ball around the little plant's roots and put it in her back pack.
Once she got home she potted the plant and sat it on the floor right outside her bedroom. Over the next few weeks the plant grew rapidly. Within a month the plant had grown to six feet in height and developed as many as two dozen vines. Angie had to repot it twice until it was finally in the largest pot the home center had.
It was then that Angie began noticing something else odd. The plant would sometimes shiver when she walked toward it as though a fan was blowing on it...but there was no fan, no breeze at all. It also began emitting a musky odor when she approached. "This plant smells like someone who has been freshly fucked," she thought.
One night Angie got home from work late and went straight to the shower. As she was toweling off she heard the plant rustling again. She wrapped her towel around herself and walked into the living room. As she passed the plant she tripped over something. Looking down she saw it was one of the plant's vines. As she started to kick it away it wrapped around her ankle. Another vine wrapped around her other ankle. Then another vine moved under the towel and wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to the plant. Angie tried pulling at that the vines only to have two more vines wrap themselves around her wrists and spread her arms apart.
At this point her towel had fallen to the ground and she stood totally naked and helpless in front of the plant. Another vine started moving over her body as though it was sniffing her. Anywhere on her body that was given to emitting a scent was being sniffed. Under her arms, under her breasts, her butt, and finally between her legs. The vine spent the longest time sniffing her vagina, which was emitting the strongest scent. Angie was shaking with fright. "This makes no sense!" she thought. "How can a plant be doing this?"
Angie felt two more vines wrap around her upper arms and just lifted her off her feet while the ones holding her ankles pulled her feet out from under her. She was then lowered to the floor onto her back. The plant pulled her closer until she was nearly stradling the huge vase the plant was in.
Two vines, each with a flat leaf about the size of a hand, extended out and started a licking motion on her body. The leaves were soft and very wet, like two large tongues. They "licked" her face and neck, breasts, under her arms, down to her tummy.
Angie felt as though she was being prepared for something and this caused a lustful horror to shoot though her.
The leaves went to work on her legs. They licked all the way down to her ankles then back up to her vagina. The vines spread her legs farther apart so the leaves could begin bathing her vagina. As the leaf licked her pussy, the wetness on it became thicker, oilier. The tongue like leaf was forcing itself between her folds, seemingly lubricating her for what surely was to follow.
Every nerve was being tested by this treatment. Her skin was glowing and she realized there was something in the plant-tongues saliva that was relaxing her and acting like an aphrodisiac.
