Kori and Ayle
Kori inspected the contents of the sack. Pink flower-print cotton-panties, a black, baby doll-tee with a rhinestone butterfly on the chest, an a-cup bra that would need to be safety-pinned to fit around her mid section, and a pair of pencil leg jeans that might fit her waist but she would never get them over her hips, some shoes, a little bit of makeup and personals, nothing she would have picked out for herself, but when you lose all your luggage you have to make do.
She went into the small bathroom and took a hot shower. She lathered her fur up cleaning away the dirt form her tumble down the hill. She should have known better then to try to chase a cab. She slipped on the wet morning grass and rolled down a steep hill. Luckily, Ayle was there to rescue her. He and took her to his friend Atina's house so she could recover.
Out of the shower and in an oversized towel, she inspected her hair. It was ragged and tangled in places. Dead flower blossoms had been washed out, but bits of stem still remained. They were easy to pull out and tried to brush out the tangles. It was strange to use someone else's hairbrush, taboo.
Atina's bathroom was well stocked. She had everything from brushes to combs. All sorts of hair stilling products most of them Kori didn't know how to use. Scissors in hand, she cut away the split ends and endless tangles. She felt that she was going to short, but when she was done it was a short wispy style. It suited her angler features well, softening her high cheek bones, and framing her face in a round structure.
She took some hair glue and worked into her hair. Making peaks and wisps over her head. Pulling some bangs down and parting it till the style was perfect. The dark green was almost black.
In the corner of Atina's room she spied a Singer Sewing Machine, and it was loaded with a black thread. First things first. She took the bra and put it on. Pinching off the extra length she took it back off and folded a loop on each side, shortening it, and sewed it down. Her mom had made sure she had known how to sew. She always said, "You never know when you need to mend something."
She though about Ayle while she worked, she knew his voice, he had talked to her in her sleep. It was a soothing voice, deep, but it was edged with sorrow. At times he almost sounded lost, looking for something or someone that he couldn't find.
Putting the bra back on it was a bit snug but at least it wouldn't fall off. Atina had an assortment of ribbon and cording. Kori selected a bright red ribbon, and then she cut the seam down the hips of the jeans to mid thigh. She hemmed the cut fabric and used the buttonhole setting on the machine to create several button holes on both sides of the split. She laced the red lace up to the hips.
She wondered why he did what he did. Bunny tumble down and fall unconscious, she probably would have called the cops. But, then he had been a cop, so he might have had a higher sense of protection than she did.
She slipped on the cotton panties. Then pulled the jeans up, zipped and buttoned she tightened the lace and tied it in a big double bow at her hips. She looked at her self in the standing mirror. She felt sexy as she showed so much thigh, and the red ribbon really set off a contrast to her bare fur.
Ayle had said a lot of thing when he was talking to her. She liked to hear his voice, so she kept asking questions to keep him talking. She remembered a lot of what he had told her in her sleep. Her memory just needed a jump start. She felt a little deceitful, but she didn't want him to leave yet so she had kept him talking.
She slipped on the tee.
A light knock sounded at the door.
"Come in." She responded without thinking, hoping it was Ayle.
She wasn't disappointed.
Kori walked over to Ayle, and stood her on tiptoes. She planted a kiss full on his mouth.
"What was that for?" Ayle said, his eyes showing shock, and his heart pounded so hard in his chest Kori could hear it beat in a staccato meter.
She reached her arms around his waist placing her hands in his back pockets. She laid her head on his chest. His hard muscles relaxed and he placed an arm around her careful of her ears.
Kissing up and down his chest, searching for something, she bit it gently through the cotton tee-shirt. Rolling his nipple thought her teeth. Ayle gasped with surprise, but pulled her close. She pushed him back, his nipple popped out of her teeth, and he stumbled onto the bed.
She fumbled at his belt buckle that was to big for her hands so she just jerked off his pants over his hips, ignoring the belt. She straddled his legs as he set up, and pulled his shirt off over his head. His light brown fur quivered as she nipped at his muscles.
Sitting up as she pinned Ayle's hips down to the bed. She pulled off her whit tee-shirt. Her pert breasts still trapped in a white bra glistened in the early morning sunlight. Koori's ears flopped out of the neck of her shirt as she pulled it off. Ayle sat up and reached around and unclasped the plastic clips of her bra, and it fell free releasing her breast in to the air.
He brought his mouth up to light gray breast, and nibbled ever so gently. His fingers traced patterns through her fur, as he turned her over on to her back. He peeled off her skin tight jeans, leaving her in her pink flowery panties. She sat up and pulled off his boxers and they fell to his ankles. Her warm hands grasped his erect penis, stroking it as she encompassed with in her mouth. Slowly sucking, moving up and down his hard shaft.
She bit. Not hard but enough to release a growl of unexpected pleasure from Ayle's deep voice. Quicker and harder she bit and nibbled up and down, while massaging his sac gentling. She entwined her fingers in his lower hair and tugged creating small pricks of pain and pleasure crawl up his spine. His thighs quivered with excitement, and he felt a pang of disappointment as she pulled away.
She laid back arching, and lifting her hips off the bed as she shimmied out of her panties. Ayle bent down and pulled her hips close to his mouth. Gently he explored her mound she tasted of honey and smelled of nectar. His tongue moved faster and his fingers entered her narrows. She moaned as he licked across the clitoris in small ever increasing circles. His tongue darted and ran with precision, causing Kori to tremble in his grasp
She pulled him up and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, and her teeth biting as the kiss rolled them onto the bed.
Ayle lay on his side and traced exotic patterns in her fur with his finger nails. Easily she pushed him down and mounted him, he slid in easily. They paused as the warmth of each other radiated thought their bodies. Slowly she began to glide back and forth. Her ears twitched with excitement. Moaning deep but unyielding with each thrust, she gasped with the exertion as she moved faster.
Ayle's hands cradled her hips as she rushed on ward. His nails digging-in as her thrusts made her moan even louder. The timber of her voice made his heart race and they continued on. Back arching and member throbbing he released, and she moaned and clenched herself around him pulsing with power and radiating heat they rose deeper into climax, for one moment every thing vanished and they just floated with release. They were one being, one thought, one act of passionate liberation.