The gray-striped mel cat's tail twitched slightly
in anticipation as he strode up the walkway, reaching the entrance
to the house and rapping lightly on the door. After his second
knock, the door opened, and he was rewarded with the sight of
a cat femme, with black fur and distinctive patches of white on
her hands, muzzle, neck, and tailtip; the ensemble completed with
her soft, flowing white hair contrasting against the fur of her
face and large feline ears poking through it.
Barely even noting her attire of baggy blue sweatpants
and shirt, slumming in respect to his smart and casual dress,
he quickly opened his arms wide and embraced her. "Hi honey,
I've missed you."
Eagerly returning his embrace, she softly kissed
him before replying. "I've missed you too Brian, it's been
a long two weeks."
Moving inside to her living room, taking a seat on
the couch, their conversation continued. "So Rachel, how
was the business trip?'
"It was wonderful, no matter how much I travel,
it always seems so new to me. Still, it was for business, and
while everything went well, and we got the contract, it was a
little taxing, being gone for so long. It's nice to be back."
Taking his light-gray furred hand in her soft, white
one, she smiled before continuing, "so how about you, how
has work been?"
"It's been good." he replied, returning
her warm smile. "We had a few problems, but that's to be
expected, and they were just minor ones. The design is coming
along well, and it looks like we're even ahead of schedule."
Their conversation continued like that for awhile,
catching up on each other's life, not as polite small-talk, but
with honest caring and intimacy. Then with a small smirk across
his muzzle, he changed the conversation.
"So Rachel, I came over here all dressed for
a night on the town to celebrate your return and our reunion,
and you're dressed like you're at the gym. I think you could've
been ready for me... you haven't made me wait while you were getting
reading for a date for a long time."
A twinkle in her eye and her own little smile came
along with the delivery of her retort. "Oh Brian, you silly
kitty, of course I'll be ready on time. I was doing a little work
out and lounging around the house all morning; it's only 3:00
and we have plenty of time until dinner. Plus, I figured you'd
want to get reacquainted and make up for the time we've been apart,
and why bother getting all dressed up when I'd just have to do
it again?"
His smile widening, he rose. Holding out his hand
he offered "very true love, what say we retire to the bedroom
right now?"
"Sounds very good to me love, I was about ready
to make the suggestion myself." Placing her hand in his,
she stood up and they walked quickly upstairs, the expressions
on their faces betraying their desire and mild excitement.
Reaching her bedroom, both pairs of arms wrapped
tightly around the other's body, drawing them into a close embrace.
His gray muzzle finding the white fur of hers, their thin lips
parted and their noses touched in a soft kiss, becoming more urgent.
The kiss building the passion between them, their
hands clutched desperately at the fabric cloaking their lover's
body. Finally pulling away slightly, his hands roamed down her
back, tugging at the baggy fabric of her sweatshirt, pulling it
from clutches of the waistband of her pants. Untucking the bottom
of the garment, he raised it upward, briefly pausing at the lacy
fabric he'd revealed.
Moving her arms to help him, they soon had the shirt
pulled up over her head and off of her. Bringing her arms down,
dropping the bulky fabric to the floor, she smiled at his surprise,
seeing delicate material of the lingerie contrast with that of
her sweatpants.
Quickly kicking off her shoes, she bent down to remove
the second half of her drab outer covering. Rising back up, she
smiled as she stood before him in a silky red teddy and matching
long, lacy stockings. With a twinkle in her eye, and a self-assured
pose she asked "so how do you like this outfit, Brian?"
Returning her smile with an even broader one, he
replied "you look beautiful, so that bit with the sweats
was just a joke on me, eh?"
"Well I wanted to do something special for us
as it's been awhile since we've seen each other, and I really
love this getup... I thought the sweats would make it look even
better in contrast, once I got them off."
"Well I definitely approve, you look very sexy,
honey."
As he moved his hand to reach for one of the shoulder
straps of her teddy, she quietly stopped him with a single finger
pressed lightly against his nose. "Not so fast there... I've
got something else in mind first, okay?"
Nodding, with a smile, he watched her with rising
interest as she turned and sauntered sexily over to the small
stereo placed on the corner of the dresser. Lightly tapping the
play button she turned to face him as the room filled with the
light sounds of soft, sensuous jazz.
Standing before him, striking another pose, that
time a very subtle one, she watched with approval as his green
eyes roamed gently over her daintily-clad form. Moving closer
she whispered "I really love how this outfit makes me feel,"
then planting a soft, yet deliberate kiss on his muzzle.
Moving her hands up to stroke the gray fur of his
cheeks, her fingers trailed down his neck to the collar of his
shirt. Lightly tugging at the fabric, giving him a bat of her
eyes and a sultry smile, she began to slowly undo each button
one by one, moving down towards his belt. Reaching in to softly
tickle his tummy at one of his sensitive spots which she knew
so well, she ever-so-slowly untucked the tails of his shirt from
his pants, until every bit of fabric was free. Running her hands
up the fur of his chest and across his lightly-striped shoulders,
she extracted the garment from his arms with the greatest of care,
sending small shivers down his spine.
Maneuvering his shoes off with his feet he watched
as she trailed her fingers slowly across his chest once again,
this time downward, toward his pants. Kneeling down, she worked
her fingers deftly on his buckle; she quickly had his belt loosened,
but then slowed her pace as her efforts turned toward the button
holding the pants closed. Undoing the last of the buttons, she
slowly and deliberately moved to the zipper, glancing up at him
with her soft amber eyes and a warm look playing across her face.
Working the zipper down, she then grabbed at the
waistband of his pants and worked them off of him with the same
teasing slowness as with his shirt. As he stepped out of them,
nude before her but for his white briefs, she rose to a standing
position, her fingers lightly tracing his arousal through the
thin cotton fabric. Smiling at him, her eyes beaming, she lead
him back to sit on her bed. Trailing her fingers through his short,
steel-gray hair, playfully brushing past his ear causing it to
twitch, she stepped backward, pulling his gaze along with her.
Finding the beat of the soft music she began to dance,
swaying her body slowly, letting herself be moved by the sensuous
melodies. Watching her lover's eyes, she smiled as he intently
studied her with longing and adoration, his arousal growing. Spurred
on by this, she lost herself in the music and felt her own desire
building, the dance and her delicate outfit working their sensual
effects on her mind.
The power of the dance grew for both of them, working
its hypnotic effect on him and drawing her further into it. Time
seemed to slow down, losing meaning as the music became more powerful
for her, letting its tones guide her body's movement. Her tail
flicking slightly, in tune with the rest of the steps of her dance,
her hands trailed along the soft fabric of her teddy, slowly untying
the strings that held it closed, then finding the thin strap at
one of her shoulders.
Keeping up with the music, never missing a step in
the erotic movements of her dance, she slowly moved the strap
down her arm, her pace as deliberate and teasing as when she'd
been disrobing him. Letting the fabric slip from her hand, she
turned her attention to the other shoulder, working the material
down that arm as well, until she finally let the garment slip
from her, falling away to be gently batted by her swishing tail
and float softly to the carpet by her feet.
As she continued dancing, his eyes were again drawn
up and down the full length of her form. With the teddy gone,
besides her stockings, all that adorned her body was a pair of
lacy red panties and a matching bra, its design made to support
her breasts, but its cups cut low to reveal the top half of her
breasts, its fabric just skirting the tips of her nipples.
Her attire had quite a smashing affect, for not only
did the red of the lacy fabric shine softly against the jet black
of her fur, but in that state of near undress, the full patch
of white on her neck, starting from her muzzle and plunging down
to a tapering point between her breasts was almost completely
revealed. That patch of white, along with those on her hands,
tail tip and her hair provided a beautiful contrast with the rest
of her uniformly-black fur, and the image was only enhanced by
the red fabric of her lingerie. Their eyes met once again, and
seeing his approval they both warmly smiled at one another.
Continuing her dance for another small eternity,
she finally returned her attention to the remaining material covering
her. Moving in time with the fluid motion of her swaying to the
music, her hands trailed along her body once again. Moving much
like those of a lover, her fingers traced delicate patterns in
her fur from her thighs, up her tummy and abdomen, following the
soft fabric of her bra to the thin strips of material holding
it to her.
With a sultry look on her face, her mouth parted
in an open smile, she ever-so-slowly pulled the undergarment from
her, first releasing one breast, then the other to his intent
gaze, her erect nipples poking through the light covering of fur
there.
Standing there for a few moments, her eyes watching
him watch her, she then slowly glided back towards him, stopping
in front of the bed as he sat there looking up at her, smiling
eagerly.
Reaching out for the bed post, holding onto it for
support, she brought one of her legs up, placing her stocking-covered
foot next to him. Smiling with understanding he reached up to
place his hands on her leg, lightly stroking her upper thigh,
then hooking his fingers into the delicate fabric of the stocking.
Moving just as slowly as she had gone with him, he
eased the fabric down the entire length of her leg, lightly kissing
the fur of her knee as he bared it. Finally moving the bunched-up
fabric down her lower leg, he glided it off her foot, softly stroking
the patch of white fur there as he pulled the stocking from it.
With wordless approval, she switched legs, bringing
the second stocking up to his reach. After he completed the process,
she silently offered her hand to him, guiding him off the bed
and back to the spot where she'd been dancing. Stopping, she kissed
him once again, as his hand came up to cup her breast and softly
stroked her nipple, feeling her body respond.
With the gentle music playing in the background,
and their muzzles still together in the deep, gentle kiss, she
brought her arms around him in embrace and started up the slow,
fluid movements of the dance once again.
Reacting quickly, he moved his feet in time with
hers, joining in this sensuous slow dance. Again flowing with
the music, their all-but nude bodies worked together in a arousing
promise of what their movements between the sheets would soon
be.
Moving his hands around to her back, he began to
clutch at her with abandon once again, as she replied, trailing
her own fingers over his spine. As he nuzzled her neck, she lay
her head against him, purring softly. Gliding his hands down her
back, he found the root of her tail just inside rim of her panties.
Teasing her sensitive flesh there and licking at
the nape of her neck, he heard her moan as she brought her movements
against him more firmly. Increasing his attentions, he soon was
sliding her panties down off of her, and following suit she soon
had him released from his cotton prison.
Moving as one, they fell into bed, moaning softly
as they came together; their movements continued, the soft music
all but forgotten, but still subtly influencing their intimate
dance.
Copyright 1996, Will A. Sanborn - was1@shore.net