I had only graduated college a few short weeks ago and now was miles away from home. I was offered a design job by a major firm in Europe and left immediately.
Sitting in my new apartment in Paris I decided to get cleaned up and then take a walk to explore the area. I went into my room and rustled through my suitcase of clothes. I grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans, and a brown tank top and made my way to the bathroom.
As I entered I tossed my clothes onto the ground and pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossed my bra to the floor, and removed my pyjama pants. I started the shower and got in letting the hot water hit and burn my body. I reached for the soap and lathered my body in it, spending more time then required on my 34 D breasts. I loved to take long, hot showers but they usually ended with me frigging myself against the shower wall. The hot water ran across my body teasing me and caressing every inch of my skin. I ignored it as long as I could while I washed my hair, but quickly gave into the hunger growing between my legs.
I slid my hands to my breasts again, roaming over them and tweaking the nipples hard. I let out a tiny sigh of pleasure and let one hand continue lower to my pussy while the other remained and tortured my nipples. I stroked the strip of hair on my pussy slowly feeling myself grow hungrier for release. Slowly I moved my hand to the lips of my pussy and as my fingers touched them they tightened in arousal. I pushed my fingers past them and felt my erect clit pulsing with desire. Carful not brush or excite it I continued to molest every where else: probing fingers into my virginal hole, pinching the lips of my pussy, even gently fingering my tight anus. I moaned deep; I had to have release. I dragged my hand back up to my aching clitoris and began my assault. I rubbed circles around it, flicking it with my fingers. I have never been one to take my time when pleasuring myself, I crave release and as soon as I feel it building, I mercilessly pummel my clit until I orgasm. My orgasm was building; I leaned on the shower wall for support; my boobs flattening against it, as my nipples tightened from the cold of the tile. My fingers circling and rubbing my clit faster, I let my face rest against the wall as I moaned loudly. My orgasm crashed upon me and a felt a gush of creamy liquid run down my inner thigh. I rubbed a few more circles, and enjoyed the sensitivity of my swollen clit. Catching my breath I pull away from the tile wall.
I turn the shower off and get out, drying myself. I put my bra back on and the brown tank top. I'd forgotten to grab panties...I open the bathroom door and walk back to my bedroom and rummage through my suitcase for a pair of panties. The breeze on my exposed pussy lips, as I'm bent over, feels good. The thought suddenly dawns on me: I didn't open any windows. I stand up slightly puzzled, and walk to the near by window. It is indeed open, and a vase that was on the sill now lies on the floor in many pieces. There is a shuffle in the hall outside of my room. My body tightens in fear, at the thought that maybe someone has entered my home. I slowly approach the doorway, hesitantly I move out into the hallway. My breathing is intense as I continue towards the living room. Empty. I continue onto the door on my right that leads to the tiny eat-in kitchen...Empty too. I let out a sigh of relief, just as the window in my room slams shut. I jump, and look down the hall to my room; the window is shut.
Scared as hell I try to remember if maybe I did open the window and just forgot. Maybe I opened it, and it slammed shut itself because it's old? I wasn't convincing myself but it was better then scaring myself to death with the possibility that somebody was in my apartment while I had been showering.
***
It had only been a few weeks since the Rite; a duel between the eligible males of the pack to see who would become the new alpha. I had won but was not to be alpha. I was 132 years old and still remained mate less. An un-mated wolf could not become alpha, and the Rite then fell to the runner up. I thought that despite being mate less the pack would see the benefits of me being their alpha, I was stronger then the other candidates, smarter, better at hunting, mature, and a natural leader. In the end they went with Brom: he had mated his bitch the night before the Rite.
I couldn't understand the old tradition of having a mate. I had gotten around with the bitches of the pack, all of whom swooned after me, confessing their love for me. But I didn't want them. What wolf could be tamed as easily to answer the every whim of some bitch, just for a weekly taste of pussy? I would not be tamed, I would take what I wanted when I wanted it, from whom I wanted, and leave them on a heap on the floor when I was through. I thought I could change the old traditions and bring my pack into more conventional ways of living, where mating was optional and not mandatory.
However despite winning the pack voted and I was denied alpha. I left the pack the day after the outcome of the vote had been announced.
***
I had been walking for a couple hours and was on the very outskirts of the city. I spotted a little park with a bench and decided to go and sit down. I tilted my head back and gazed at the stars, something I hadn't done in ages. I shifted my body and lay down. A twig snapped near me, and I bolted upright. It was a man; a big man; muscular and very tall. He was dressed in dark blue baggy jeans, a grey sweatshirt, and a leather coat. He seemed to stare at me like I was invading his space. I stood up, scared, and took a few steps backward. He smiled.
"Je m'excuse, je n'ai pas signifie pour vous effrayer. (I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you.)"
"Je partait juste de toute facon. Desole. (I was just leaving anyways. Sorry.)" I said with the worst french accent, and turned, walking away at a fast walk.
"Not French then...where are you from?"
I stopped and turned back towards him. Everything inside me said not to indulge him, just keep walking: it's late and he's a stranger.
