Servicing Sasha
"Yeah, Tib? Hey, it's Sasha. Yeah, I know, long time since we've talked." The tigress watched the traffic pass her, cell against her ear as she gently blew the steam from her drink. The cafe was quiet, despite the beautiful weather for the day.
"Anyway, I've got a favor to ask," she asked, gently interrupting his conversation.
"Sash, you know I'd do anything for you. What's up?" Tib asked over the cell. Sasha narrowed her blue eyes at the lion strolling past that had stopped to wink at her. Her tail gestured for her while she resumed her conversation.
"Well...it's been about 4 months...and well, let's just say, I've got a lot of males stopping to check out the tail, if you catch my drift?" she answered, pausing to sip her drink.
"Your place or mine?" He asked softly. Tib was a long time friend of hers, and knew that she preferred females to males. Trouble was, nature tended to interfere. Without penetration intercourse from a male, she'd be ovulating for a while to come yet.
"I've already rented a hotel room, in New Tech." She gave him the specifics, standing as she did so to grab her bag. Hailing a taxi as she finished the conversation, Sasha confirmed the details as Tib recited them for clarity, and then hung up. Gods, but she hated this.
Sasha set her bag on the floor, pausing for a moment to admire herself in the full-length mirror. In her early twenties, the tigress was proud of her slim and muscular form, and took full advantage of New Tech's lax clothing laws on the FurPeople that resided in the city. She had no qualms strutting down the streets, her white fur ruffling in any breeze. Her blue eyes complimented her fur, and a small silver hoop in one ear held a bell that chimed softly. Her nose was a delicate swirl of pink and black, the only trait that she had apparently claimed from her father. Muscular arms and legs gave way to slim, elegant fingers and toes, with the claws carefully kept sharp.
As her tail swished gently behind her, she nodded at her reflection, and proceeded to unpack her few items that she had brought. She was very careful in selecting items for this...things that felt good against her skin, distracted her from what she had to do, and could still be discarded after this.
Stripping the bed, she wadded up the sheets and comforter and tossed them into the closet for housekeeping to find later. As she remade the bed with the sheets that she had brought, she thought back on Tib. Best friends since their brawl on the schoolyard, he was respectful of her choice of mates, but couldn't resist teasing her, or setting her up with dates that he felt was worthy of her. Smirking, she smoothed out the blankets before turning to lay out a few candles. Not that she was romantic, but candle light helped to mask whom was doing what to her.
A few hours later, the room was set to her desires, and she stepped back, nodding at the results. Tib should be here soon, she figured, and it wouldn't hurt to shower first. She had alerted the front desk that he would be arriving, and to send up a key-card with him.
Stepping into the bathroom, she laid out a pristine white towel, and set her soap that she had grabbed from her bag into the stall. She turned the dial, adjusted the temperature, and stepped into the stream of hot water, groaning. The water pounding on her shoulders and back was heaven, and she arched her back, just letting the heat relax muscles that were taut and plaster her fur to her skin.
After a few moments, she roused enough to grab the wash rag, pouring a small amount of soap on it and dragging it against her fur. She didn't need to shower, but it always felt so good, and the soap left a lingering fragrance that she could still smell the next day.
As she rinsed the suds off, she realized that she was slippery, and not just from the soap. She shifted, moaning as the juices from her crotch slid down her leg, scenting the inside of her thigh with her own musk. She paused, listening to her room. Not hearing Tib yet, she widened her stance, slipping a hand down between her thighs to gently tease herself. Her nether lips were open and slippery with arousal, and she slid a finger inside her vagina, swirling gently to coat the finger with juices before retreating to circle her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she moaned, her tail twining around the faucet as she rocked her hips back and forth. The gentle rasp of her finger pads against the sensitive flesh was heaven, providing delicious friction despite the torrent of liquid from the shower head and the floodgate of arousal.
Leaning against the shower wall, she made quick adjustments to her water temp before turning back to the important task at hand. Tib was due any moment, and her aching juncture demanded release prior. She dipped back into her womanhood, slathering fingers with natural lubrication before descending upon her clit. Pressing, rubbing, circling, teasing, bucking, she moaned as she stoked the fire of her arousal. Gods, but she was so close to orgasm, she could almost taste it.
She slid a couple of fingers inside herself, spreading them inside the slippery warmth to stretch herself before curling them into a fist, gently fisting herself. The sound of herself panting was enough to push her over the edge, and she mewled like a kitten as she climaxed, vagina clenching tightly around her fist, legs trembling and knees suddenly weak.
As the climax edged away from the frantic contractions into a quiet spasm here and there, Sasha stood shakily on unsteady legs, breathing deeply before rinsing away the proof her self-pleasure. She reached down, turning off the faucet before reaching for her towel.
She glanced up with a gasp when it was placed in her hand. Green eyes met her own blue, and she felt the blush creeping up as Tib raised an eyebrow.
"Couldn't wait for me, huh?" he teased.
She snatched the towel out of his grasp, briskly scrubbing at her short fur. "Damnit Tib, you could have let me know you were there!" she groused.
"But you seemed to be having such a good time on your own," he replied, taking the towel from her and gently ruffling her small mane of white fur. She started to protest, but he shushed her, dragging the thick fabric through her fur as he dried her. "Come on, let me dry you in the bedroom. It's much warmer than in here." He eyed the walls that were dripping with steam from her shower. "Dryer, too."
Snagging another towel as she followed him, she sat on the edge of the bed, letting the orange male warm and fluff her fur as he rubbed her down with the towel. In the mirror, she saw his nostrils flare on occasion when she shifted, confirming that he was scenting her. And if the thick bulge against her back was any indication, he liked what he smelled.
A final swipe across her tail brought her attention back to him, and he tossed the towel in the corner. "There, all done," he whispered, inhaling deeply. She smelled of sex and musk and arousal, with a faint undertone of vanilla and rose. He closed his green eyes, enjoying the scent for a moment before turning back to her. A tuft of white fur on her shoulder was standing upright, and he frowned at it before leaning closer.
"Tib..." Sasha warned, watching the orange tiger invade her personal space. He just watched her, gently licking the tuft back into its proper place. She dropped her shoulder as she relaxed into the soft grooming, and he took it as permission to go on. He nudged and nosed her fur along the shoulder blades, placing large warm hands on her shoulders to ease her onto her stomach on the bed.
She lay down without protest, relaxing into the soft ministrations of her best friend. He nibbled and licked his way down her spine, nipping her buttocks gently as he skimmed past, laying a hand on her tail to keep it out of his way. She moaned, shifting slightly as the restraint aroused her. Tib glanced up, but Sasha was still relaxed, and he resumed seducing her as he made his way down her legs, gently nipping her calf as he passed it. She groaned, and he soothed the spot, gently licking the area until she shifted again. He looked up, and saw glazed blue eyes boring into him.
She was so aroused, so slick, and he was still teasing her. "Gods, Tib, get on with it," she moaned, drawing her legs up under her more. Her tail, recently released, swished against her ass, providing feather-light teasing against her exposed crotch.
"What do you want?" he whispered, reaching down to grasp his erection. Sasha was so beautiful; he was thrilled to have this chance. Every time she ovulated, she came to him to drag her back out of it, and he loved every moment of it. His cock twitched in agreement, and he stroked it, hardening it even more.
"Fuck me, you moron," she groaned, watching him tease himself. She didn't even realize that she had drawn herself up on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth. He slid a finger in her, testing her readiness, and she gasped, thrusting back against that minor intrusion. He grasped her hips, positioning her against his burning erection, nuzzling her scruff.
"You want this?" he asked, grinding his hips into hers. She dropped onto her forearms, pushing back against the bulge that nuzzled her nether lips. She whimpered, and he eased the head in, eyes rolling back as her moist heat surrounded him. Sasha snarled, trying to grind against him and take him all, but his hands on her hips dictated the speed.
Tib slowly pushed himself in inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt in the tigress. Her tail wrapped around his thigh, pleading to continue. He slid back out, watching his cock glisten with her juices before pushing back home.
"Gods, Tib...come on" she growled, twisting her hips. He chuckled, low and throaty, before relenting and thrusting hard and heavy into her, giving her what she was begging for.
Her breasts swung as he slammed into her, testicles brushing her cunt before sliding away as he withdrew, before pulling her hips towards him again, burying every inch in her. She growled, slowly loosing coherency as he pushed her towards orgasm. She twisted, trying to get more friction, and he released one hip. She was thrusting back to meet his every slam, and he slid the hand around front, catching some of their combined juices to coat his finger. He circled her clit before pressing and rubbing, driving her over the edge. She gasped and shuddered, bucking wildly as the climax crashed over her, leaving her limp and trembling.
He felt her inner muscles milking his cock, and released himself. She had her orgasm...time to let loose. He thrust home a few more times before loosing his rhythm as he sprayed her inner walls with cum. Emptying his load into her, he thrust lazily a few more times as his cock twitched in her slippery warmth before withdrawing.
She slid back onto her stomach, blue eyes starting to close as sleep snuck up on her. He lifted one of her legs on his shoulder, lapping up their combined cum as it trickled out her cunt, dribbling down her leg.
Once he was sure that he had cleaned her up, he drew the sheet up around them, making sure that she was asleep before letting himself fall into dreamland, arm tight around her.