Spring Break II
#2 of Spring Break Collection
Spring Break II
(same beach, different story)
by Heuvadoches Naumova
"Match, Northeastern!" a spotter called to sporadic applause. "Next, Southern Tech versus Scarborough." The spectators milled about for a moment, changing slightly with the rotation of schools. Though thin, the crowd promised to bulk up as the preliminary rounds progressed and the ladder narrowed.
The athletes walked up to the net, shook paws and separated. The sandy one slapped his partner on the back, spoke and separated. Cindy couldn't hear what was said from the top row of the bleachers and sighed, flicking her chocolate tipped tail in idle boredom. She pulled open a blue, silk satchel, hung on her wrist, removed a nail kit and slowly began to file her claws.
"Hey there, sexy," a deep voice called up from below.
Cindy pursed her lips and flattened her dark brown ears slightly. Looking down the emery board, she focused her large blue eyes on the voice's owner. "Do I know you?" she asked, haughtily, arching an eyebrow at the shirtless male in black satin swim trunks. Stopping her nail work, she sized up the athletic shepherd with disdain.
"Ouch. I've got no chance, do I?" he said jovially. "How about ..."
"Some dick?" she said abruptly. "Because that's what you want it to lead to, right?" she asked, setting her chin on a closed paw and leaned forward with narrowed eyes. "No. Thanks. But, I do have a suggestion for you. How about ... you just go away?" she finished, sitting back up with a dismissive wave and returning to her file. "You're out of your league and barking up the wrong tree."
The shepherd stood slack jawed for a moment, disbelieving he'd just been shot down so rudely. Finally he looked around quickly, checking if any of his friends witnessed his burning failure. "Frigid dyke ass bitch," he mumbled with a snarl and turned in the direction of the bar he'd seen his partner wandering toward.
"You didn't have to destroy him, you know," a soft voice declared from the Siamese's left. "He was actually kinda cute...in a sweaty, panting, over-hyped on testosterone, male, doggy kind of way."
"Hi, Maxine," Cindy said, looking up at the crinkle-eared newcomer. She folded the the nail file and replaced it in the satchel. "I guess I'm just wound up and tense with all these college kids here. I get a day off and have to deal with the crowds of males half my age trying to mark territory around me. It gets old. Quick." She cast her gaze across the new volleyball game now in progress, focusing on the shepherd's back disappearing into the bar. "If it was up to me, I'd neuter every single one of them."
"Phoo, it's like this every spring, hon," Maxine said, sitting beside Cindy. Placing thin, pink fingers against creamy tan fur, the brown, bikini-clad mouse slowly nuzzled against the cat's neck. "Droves of college kids invade our beaches for a week or two, drop a ton of cash into the local economy, and then ... here comes the best part. They leave." A skinny pink tail slowly crept around Cindy's waist, tickling her inner thigh. "I can relax you, you know," she murmured into pointed brown ears while she squeezed the feline's shoulder gently. "Because you're right, you're very ... very tense." Delicate, manicured claws tickled up Cindy's shoulder and across her neck.
"Mmm, yes, you do," Cindy purred louder and turned her head. Her rough tongue licked a slow path along the outer rim Maxine's left ear. "Let's go before we get arrested for giving these hormonally overcharged boys a show," she muttered, eyeing a beat cop taking interest in their activities. Cindy stood and picked up her towel, wrapping it around her waist, but not before Maxine spotted a darker, vertical patch in the crotch of the cat's blue bathing suit.
"Who's hormonally overcharged now?" the mouse snickered and followed towards the road.
The pair walked past the beach bar, hand in hand, tails entwined, and giggling softly. Maxine hailed an empty minivan taxi on the first wave and opened the sliding door for Cindy. "You don't need this any more," she said, snatching the towel away from the cat's waist. In one smooth motion, the rodent popped the towel against the other's rump as she climbed into the car.
"Hey!" Cindy yowled.
"Driver, 4265 Chelsea. Take the scenic route," said Maxine, pulling a small, neatly folded, and sweat-damp wad of cash from her bikini top. She peeled off a pair of bills and tossed them through the cage to the front seat. "Oh, I'm sorry, hon, did I hurt you?" she asked playfully, pouting out a lip while she straddled Cindy's lap. Her smaller, agile fingers shuffled lightly over the feline's silky bikini and down her soft, fuzzy body.
"This is way more than the fare!" the driver bleated.
Cindy pulled Maxine close and looked over the mouse's shoulder, grinning at the shaggy caprine in the rear view. "Then make it very scenic," she said huskily.
The driver's eyes widened and he pulled out into traffic, trying to split his attention between the road, and the show in the mirror.
Slowly, Cindy's chocolate paws slid up to the white string holding Maxine's red top in place and tugged the bow apart. The top slipped off smoothly when Maxine leaned back, held by the center in the cat's teeth. Light pink nipples contrasted sharply against the short brown fur covering the mouse's petite breasts. The cat purred louder and dropped the top, leaning in to lick her rough tongue across the small mounds.
The mouse shuddered heavily, then promptly slid off Cindy's lap when the driver suddenly swerved right to avoid the traffic he was barely paying attention to. "Eek!," she squeaked, landing in a heap against the passenger door on the driver's side.
"Hey, driver, eyes on the road! We're not paying you to watch the back seat," Cindy called angrily. "You hurt anything, hon?" she asked, reaching down to pull the mouse back up.
"Just my ego," she chittered, glaring at the back of the driver's curled horns. She set one knee on the seat and rubbed her rump. "Ouch, that smarted."
"Serves you right for the towel slap, dear," Cynthia snickered, giving a yank on the seat release and folding it down neatly. Patting the flat surface, she slid across the top and watched as Maxine pulled her side down. "Now lie down, and I'll kiss it and make it all better," she giggled. "Oh, and," she said, reaching out, "you won't need these," and tugged the bow on the mouse's bottom.
The triangular red panel slid away from Maxine's crotch. Soft petals of inner flesh puffed beyond the shaved, outer lips, pulsing with each beat. Musky dew pearled on the quivering folds as the mouse slid back and draped her legs down the edge of the lowered seats.
Cindy crawled toward the division at the front of the cab and settled in with knees on the floor. Her rough, feline tongue scraped teasingly along the pink flesh of her partner's crotch. Licking around the bulls-eye, she made Maxine squirm and gasp, digging her delicate claws into the matted pile of the seat back. The cat grinned, staring at the wet, dripping rodent lips before leaning in and slowly licking from the bottom to the tight, twitching nub.
Maxine cried out as the warm sandpaper tongue rasped across her pussy. Her hand thumped against the plastic side panel below the window, nails scrabbling loudly across it. Her back arched, pressing her muff harder into her lover's face, then slowly relaxed as the cat pulled back for another pass. She bit her lip, almost drawing blood as she fought to contain her screams of pleasure while Cindy licked and purred against her crotch.
Cindy could feel Maxine's orgasm rushing forward, much like the taxi as it danced through the weekend traffic. Her left paw was as soaked with her juices as her chin was soaked with Maxine's. She slowly ground and thrust with her rodent lover, sliding her finger through her own channel, purring louder and heaver against the mouse's nub. With a deep thrust of her tongue, she curled and drug it through Maxine's body, mimicking the same thrust and sensuous drag of her fingers. The cat moaned as a small orgasm washed across her senses, dripping onto the cab's floor. Not wanting to get lost, Cindy slid her hand away from her crotch and up Maxine's legs, concentrating completely on her lover.
With Cindy's shift of focus, Maxine gave up the fight. Her legs beat a shuddering tattoo against the driver's seat back as wave after orgasmic wave broke across the beach of her body. Hot, musky juices flowed freely down the crack of her rear. What wasn't lapped up quickly by Cindy soaked into the seat.
In the front, the driver gave a muffled bleat as thick, white fluid splattered across the steering wheel. He slumped back in the seat, letting his seed spray where it would, not caring as the fare would more than pay for the detailing.
Slowly, Maxine came back from the clouds, and gave a muzzy headed smile to Cindy. Cindy giggled and looked out the window noticing that the cab had stopped. She looked over her shoulder to say something to the driver but snickered at the sight instead. The driver sat, passed out with his trousers open and wilting cock in his hand. A cummy mess dripped from the steering wheel. She pulled an extra bill and a cell phone from her satchel. They dressed quickly, and slipped out the door, shutting it quietly. As the pair entered the building, tails entwined again, they burst out in a fit of laughter, giggling over the new background on Cindy's phone.