Longing: Chapter 3
#3 of Needs & Desires
Hello, a quick word from the author. I want to define two words I use in the following story so that the scene is more easily understood.
Cheongsam - It's the traditional Chinese dress that you might see a model or receptionist at a fancy restaurant wear.
Chignon - A French hairstyle, like a bun but lowering hanging and neater. At least, I think so.
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Lastly, a shout to realm weaver. Thanks for favoring both stories, hope you like this one. Having at least one dedicated reader makes me want to keep submitting stories.
Quickly changing in the locker room, Lucas returned Buddy's key to the front desk, noting that Marsha still hadn't returned. As he turned to exit the gym, he swore he could hear a loud squeal of joy, but dismissed it as a trick of his imagination. He nearly collided with a female patron coming in; he apologized and scooted past her, unaware of her staring at him as he departed.
The sun had dropped enough to appear to be sitting on the horizon, yet the city still seemed to be alive. Unlike New York, Miami did sleep; it just caught a quick nap. Whistling a taxi over, Lucas directed the driver to his apartment.
The cab ride took 15 minutes, and Lucas tipped the cabbie well; knowing, fully well, not to piss off cabbies in Miami. He punched in the key code to the complex. The gate slid past him, silently, his movements monitored by closed-circuited security. He walked past the pool, noticing a few other community residents lounging in the dying sunlight, a few other relaxing in the spa. The amount of money and power these few pool-goers had was clearly evident; every female body was nearly perfect, every male either toned, with help from a trainer, or overweight yet surrounded by expensive gadgets or beautiful women. Some waved as they recognized Lucas, he returned their greeting solemnly. He sometimes felt out of place here; these furs probably owned a place here, another nearer to the beach and maybe even a winter getaway.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he remembered how Anastasia had been acting earlier, and wondered if she was OK. He turned his key and the door swung open. The foyer was dark and the lights from the kitchen were set to low. Lucas looked down towards Ana's hall, but her door was shut, the lights off. After a moment of confusion, Lucas heard soft jazz playing from upstairs, presumably in the lounge. Curious, he followed the music. Cresting the last step of the stairs, the music was louder from within the lounge; the doors were closed, but the lights were on.
"Hey, Ana! I'm back!" Lucas hollered.
The music was lowered immediately.
"Lucas? Hey! Come in the lounge, I want to talk!" Ana yelled back.
Lucas, sensing no reason not to, opened the doors and enter the lounge. The lights were low, and the T.V. was off, however the sound system continued to strum a deep bass and light horn and sax. A red-wine bottle sat out on the coffee table, next to two fully poured glasses. Ana, wasn't on the couch of sitting in the chairs. "Must be in the bathroom," Lucas thought. Almost immediately, as if on cue, Ana walked out of the bathroom, dressed spectacularly.
Ana wore a sleeveless, silky red cheongsam, extravagantly embroidered with golden flowers and colorful blossoms. It was cut to a length that ended halfway down her thighs; she also knew how to move to reveal only what she wanted to. She had also put her hair into a chignon, held by two long pins, letting some of her bangs hang loose. She looked like a perfect, white furred geisha. She motioned to the two wine glasses, and asked "Care for a drink?"
Lucas, caught staring at the low cut dress, brought himself to look her in the eyes, and said "No thanks. I should get to bed, I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna need me at a fully rested state."
As he turned to head back downstairs, Ana bound in front of him, faster than he thought possible in her skintight dress. Blocking the doorway, she glared, "You turned me down once today, if you like your rent to stay as it is, you'll drink with me."
Sighing, Lucas realized he was trapped. Reluctantly, he agreed. Not much of a drinker, he silently hoped his fortitude would enable him to outlast Ana; a small possibility, because Ana partied often. Ana giggled with mirth, and tugged on Lucas' arm. Sitting him down on the couch, Ana sat across from him, crossing her legs, so as not to ruin her hard built trap. "Better to wait, so the effect will be greater," she thought smugly. She handed Lucas a glass, raising hers and said, "To friends, who we can always count on to make us feel better."
Lucas murmured "Hear, hear..."
Trying to outlast Ana, Lucas sipped at his glass, but Ana had other plans. While he was focused on his glass, Ana stretched out her arm and tipped it into his mouth. Choking on the sudden flood of red wine, Lucas coughed and some of the wine spilled onto his shirt. "Jeez, Ana, trying to drown me?" he scowled.
"Oops, I just wanted you to really taste it. I bought it as a thank you gift for the talk we had earlier," she apologized demurely. "You should take off your shirt anyways, you don't want it to stain. Give it here, I'll take it downstairs. Don't you leave this spot, or I'll come into to room and we'll drink there..." she commanded.
Lucas, after placing down his empty glass, stood and removed his shirt. He could smell the intoxicating aromas of berries and plums. "At least she bought a good vintage," he thought. Ana left the room, but not before refilling his glass.
He waited for Anastasia, not noticing the long time Ana took in coming back and the growing numbness in his head. Strangely thirsty, Lucas lifted the glass and took a long sip, trying to taste the different flavours, enjoying the soft, velvety texture. Before Ana had come back, Lucas had drank most of his second glass; a soft rapping at the lounge entrance went unnoticed.
Ana watched, peeking around the lounge entrance, noticing Lucas finishing off his glass. "This wine is even stronger than the salesman said it would be!" Ana thought, silently patting herself on the back, her plan coming together perfectly. She rapped on the sides of the doors, so as not to startle Lucas, but he didn't notice. He was too absorbed trying to refill his glass. "Lucas! I put your shirt in the washer and I put on some anti-stain stuff, so it should be OK," Ana announced.
Lucas looked up, a pleasant look of content on his face. "Oh, Ana, you're back. You know, this wine is really good. Good choice," he slurred slightly.
"Thanks Lucas, I thought you'd like this one. By the way, what do you think of this piece I'm wearing?" she twirled, to better give Lucas a view.
Her dress was cut near perfect for her curves, its length short enough to be enticing but not obscene. It was also backless, revealing her creamy-white, soft back fur, unhindered by a bra strap. It ended with a small zipper above her thick, soft tail. Lucas noticed this all, and responded with "It's nice, you look really sexy in it."
Ana hopped gleefully, and strode across the room to sit next to Lucas. She gazed into his eyes, and whispered "Thanks, Travis never appreciated it. He never had an eye for beauty, except for my body, of course."
"What did I tell you earlier Anastasia? (although Lucas slightly slurred her name) Travis was no good and obviously is a moron if he can't see your whole beauty... Why you got involved with him is still beyond me," Lucas droned, twisting to face her, her muzzle inches from his. "I mean... Look at you... You're so hot---" before Lucas was cut off by a long kiss from Ana.
They held the kiss for a long minute. Separating, they both caught their breaths. Ana leaned forward, her eyes longing, and whispered "Lucas..." before enveloping him in a deep hug and a deeper kiss. Lucas, forgetting he held a nearly full wine glass, returned the affection; his wine remains spilled slightly onto Ana's beautiful dress.
Barely noticing, Lucas, broke the embrace and said "Oh, crap! I'm sooo sorry Ana. I didn't mean to---" before Ana shushed him with a finger and said, "It's fine, the laundry people I have can take care of anything. Besides..."
Sitting straight and lifting her arms, Ana took a deep breath, pushing her chest close to Lucas; her arms slyly traveled behind her back, undoing the zipper. She stood up from the couch, and wiggled out of her tight, silky clothing. Her breasts greeted Lucas, as they struggled to get out of the dress, and each perfect pink nipple was already hardening. As the dress flowed off her body, she was left wearing only cotton, white panties; the color matching her fur, making it seem she was completely nude. Using one of her long legs, she easily pushed Lucas, who was in a trance, fully back into the couch. She met no resistance, as he leaned back, partly spread his legs; a visible erection was growing. Smiling to herself, the stepped up and towered over Lucas, his eyes drawn upward following her bouncy chest.
"You like seeing me naked?" she asked, her voice fully sensual and enticing. A familiar female scent assaulted Lucas' nose, and his eyes were drawn to her groin.
Lucas choked out a whisper, "Yes, please, take off your panties..." As his hands grabbed her legs, and began to travel up.
"Heh heh, not yet silly, I still owe you one thing," Ana chided, waving a finger at Lucas. She had to admit she enjoyed his soft touch, but there would be time for that later, she reminded herself. Before his hands could reach her panties, Ana sat in front of Lucas, straddling his hips. She pressed herself into his chest, and reached around his head to draw him into another passionate kiss. Their tongues danced in each other's mouth, Lucas could taste her desire; her burning need fanning his own flames. With each heavy breath, Lucas could feel Anastasia's soft chest fur against his own, her nipples poking him slightly. Instinctively, he brought up a hand and began to caress her left breast. Immediately, Ana started to whimper in pleasure, and Lucas could feel body warming up even more. Lucas' other hand traveled behind, to cup her tight ass, and to stroke her tail. They broke the kiss, their tongues still entwined.
Ana, noticing Lucas' attention to her tail, ask, "A tail male? I would have never thought..." Lucas was red in the face, either embarrassed or slightly drunk. Ana shrugged, whispering into Lucas' ear, "It's alright, I like it. Go on, give it a little pull." Lucas happily obliged. Ana enjoyed his playful toying of her tail, his strong, soft hands delicately stroking her fur. Ana decided to return the favor and run her hands through Lucas' thick hair. Ana dragged her hands through Lucas' thick mane of hair, amazed at the softness that seemed to be more soft than her own. Lucas brought both hands up to knead her breasts, watching Ana squirm.
She began to make small swaying motions with her hips; each time feeling Lucas' hidden, full member brush against the outside of her panties. Groaning, Lucas tried to reach down and undo his zipper, but Ana caught his arm and placed it back on her chest. "Not yet, naught boy," she said, "If you're good, we'll see..."
Their bodies continued to heat up with friction and desire. Ana leaned in and gave a quick lick to one of Lucas' own nipples, eliciting a pleasurable "Ooahhh" and a small thrust of his hips. Lucas attempted to lean forward and kiss Ana, when she pushed away, saying "No, no. That's enough of making-out. Time for your reimbursement."
She leaned Lucas back into the couch, and stepped off his lap. She sat, once again, away from Lucas and leaned back; spreading her legs and exposing her panties, which struggled to cover her feminine crevice. Placing a hand on her chest and sliding the other under her panties, Ana said, "You gave me a show, and you deserve one in return." With that, Ana began to rock her hand back and forth, her fingers beneath the fabric; that same heady scent quickly filled the room. As she pleasured herself, she said "You're allowed to remove your pants now..."
Leaning back, Lucas unzipped and pulled off his pants, his boxers still containing his swollen member. With a surprisingly deft flick of the wrist, Lucas pulled aside the covering, his pink flesh towering high.
Ana whispered, "Hello, handsome." Lucas' cock seemed to twitch in response on its own. Ana began to quickly rub her hand back and forth, stroking up and down; a slight smacking could be heard. She pulled her hand out from under her panties, and brought it to Lucas' nose, letting Lucas catch a strong wiff of her scent; pulling it back before Lucas could lick her hand clean.
"Definitely want some of me, don't you boy?" Ana asked sexually.
Lucas whimpered in response. Ana teased him by sucking on her hand and tasting herself. "Mmmmmm. I taste good, wanna try?" she asked coyly. Lucas nodded, his hand having traveled to his cock, as he stroked himself. As a reward for his response, Ana arched her back slightly, hooked her fingers into her panties, and pulled them halfway off. Dangling at her knees, the panties blocked Lucas' view. Lucas could barely see Ana's swollen, moistening lips; he tried to lean to the side, but Ana teased him by shifting her hips. Giggling to herself, Ana began to slide a finger inside, her other hand tweaking a nipple. She moaned softly, closing her eyes, sliding further back and allowing Lucas an unhindered view of her pussy as it hungrily devoured her finger.
"Oh, Lucas. You make me so hot, ungh, knowing that you like what you see.... yeeeesssss...." she hissed through clenched teeth. Her entrance, fully moistened, now allowed her access of two fingers; she spread her lips wide, a bit of juice dribbled out, tracing a line towards her tailhole.
"I want you, ohh, Lucas.. Take me... Ravish me! Oh, god, yes!" she yelled.
Hey, again. You'll notice it ends abrutly. I was kinda hoping for audience input on where it should go next.
Send me a pm with the subject SEX if you want things to get hotter, or a pm with the subject EWW if they should stop before something bad could happen. I'll tally any votes, and after Fri, I'll post the next section. Hope to get some responses.