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This story was written for Kemper as one of December's Patron only request day stories. :3 It contains M/F sexual acts involving consenting adults. :3

[center][b][u]Ms Willow at the Mall[/u][/b][/center]

Kemper's summer break back at home had been pretty awesome so far. Meeting Ms Willow... fucking Ms Willow, it almost made it worth it to be stuck at home with his family rather than back at college hanging out with his friends. It would have most definitely made it worth it, if not for days like today. Days when Kemper was made to feel like a kid again rather than an adult in his own right, dragged into town under the guise of a family meal, but really just wandering round the mall as his parents shopped and browsed like when he'd been in middle school. He was bored out of his mind as they browsed shoes. Not looking to buy. Not even thinking about it. Just... browsing pair after pair of shoes, chatting about what social events they'd be good for over an endless eternity.

The black and white spotted feline's mind wandered as he waited in his state of abject boredom, and so too did his feet. He found himself strolling off across the store, knowing full well that he had a good twenty minutes before his parents would be looking to move on. And as he moved away from the shoes and strolled absently towards menswear, he barely noticed the figure he passed by on his left. At least, not until a hand reached out and touched his shoulder from behind, with a warm yet firm clearing of the throat.

"Well well... look who's here."

He recognised the voice instantly, and sure enough upon turning around Kemper found his wide eyes staring up into the beautiful face of the older human woman who had granted him such sweet and lewd delights thus far this summer. Ms Willow, dressed in one of her many sun-dresses, this one a floral blend of pale violets, pinks, light blues and yellows. Her hair was free flowing and if possible looked a more vibrant red than ever under the fluorescent lights, a pair of shades hooked around the backs of her ears and pulled up away from her eyes, resting atop her fiery locks. He knew they were in public. He knew they couldn't possibly do anything, but still... god, she was hot. The most beautiful woman he had ever known.

His eyes bulged as one of her hands slipped into his, and she pulled him off the main path through the store and into the myriad rails and carousels full of pairs of delicate, unworn underwear.

"Are you here with friends? Alone? With your family?"

She didn't wait for an answer before kissing him. Dragging him feverishly into her arms and pressing her soft lips to his toothy muzzle. Kemper growled in shock, but kissed back. He couldn't resist her, no matter where they were or what the situation may have been. It was only when she let him loose from their deep, tender smooch that he gasped a breathless reply.

"M-my parents. They're back over there, with the shoes."

He gestured towards the far end of the store, quite some distance away now. Willow didn't see him do so though, or at least if she did, she paid it no heed. She was too busy looking around. Her face was red, flushed beneath her pale, freckled skin. She was breathing a little heavier even than the kiss would have warranted, and with every passing moment she glanced back towards Kemper before peering off once more around the store, both over the rails of clothes and indeed up towards the roof.

"C'mere..."

She grabbed him by the hand again, her grasp slightly more clammy than before, damp with a slight sheen of sweat. He followed in an obedient daze, and frowned as they found themselves vanishing into a small area that he never would have noticed if not put in direct proximity to it. A little indentation about a metre and a half deep, at the back of which there rested a door to what was presumably a storage area, marked staff only. The wall on the other side must have separated them from this floor's fitting rooms, and a pillar a short distance in front of the gap meant that only fragments of the store beyond were visible. And thus, they were visible only to a fragment of the store.

Kemper mewled as he felt hands upon his crotch, and watched, stunned and terrified and turned on all at once, while Willow began to unfasten the belt of his jeans. He looked up into her face, now deeper red and panting even more urgently.

"W-wha..."

He began to ask the question, even though he suspected he already knew the answer. Willow was happy to give it though. To cease her attempts to free the male, to turn around on the spot, lift the rear of her sun-dress, and drag her panties down around her thighs in one swift, shameless movement. She bent over, and grunted breathlessly to Kemper.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder... faster than you ever have. We might have two minutes. We might have five. We might not even have one. So fuck me, Kemper. R-right here, while we have the chance."

The feline male shuddered in confusion, and yet he could feel his arousal growing. His cock swelling. He groaned, and looked down to find himself pulling his belt open and unbuttoning his jeans, fingers seeming to move entirely of their own accord to get the job done whether he intended it or not. He looked down at where the human woman was still bending over, waving her bare ass at him and glaring hungrily back over her shoulder with merciless hunger. God, she was so hot. And this... the whole idea of what she was suggesting, it was like so much else she had already helped him share that summer; so far beyond anything he had ever believed he would achieve in terms of his sex life. The rational part of his mind asked how he could possibly hope to get away with this. But the irrational part, that which was already feeling his cock twitch and drip into his underwear at the sight of Willow's plump rear jiggling temptingly before him, had a very different question. How could he possibly [i]not[/i] do it.

"[i]Oohhyes...[/i], fuck me, Kemper..."

Mere seconds later his cock found its way between Willow's legs, and the human woman gurgled as quietly as she could as he began to thrust into her with slow, deep strokes. Her eyes stared deep into his own though, wordlessly reminding him where they were, and thus he picked up his pace. He thrust quickly, urgently. He remembered her words, not knowing if they had even a minute before... well, he guessed before being caught. Before some member of staff came to access the store room, or some lingerie hunting lady wandered past at just the right angle to see into their little hideaway. But, it was too late to worry about that now. His body was already hard at work, and his mind enchanted by the irresistible eroticism of his neighbour and lover.

"Cum in me. Cum in me. Ohh fuck. Fuck yes. Harder. Faster, baby..."

Willow's words were muffled by her own hand, wrapped around her mouth no doubt to hold back any uncontrolled cries she might let loose. Kemper growled under his own breath, and listened to his furred thighs slapping loudly against Willow's own, the most obvious of any of the noises they were currently making. His cock was a blur, yet at her behest he pushed himself harder. Never before had he fucked right from the word go without any intent of holding back. To cum as hard and shamelessly soon as possible without any build up, any consideration of making sure his lover was satisfied too. And yet, even as that thought crossed his mind, he knew he had to try. He knew he couldn't let this opportunity pass without at least attempting to make sure that as much pleasure as he gained from it, Willow was able to at the very least match it.

He shuffled closer to the grunting, gasping human. He leaned over her, the motion of his hips becoming shorter and sharper, and he reached down under the front of her beautiful dress to tease and tweak her swollen clit between his middle and index fingers. A deep, rumbling moan escaped his lips, not a plea or a beg, but almost a command to the older woman who for the most part had led and controlled each and every encounter they'd shared.

"I'm gonna cum. A-and... you're gonna cum with me."

Their bodies bucked and shuddered together. Their breathless gasps and frantic, muffled moans grew ever more rapid and desperate. Kemper had never known sex quite like this, and he wondered if perhaps Willow hadn't either from how violently she was reacting. He could feel her clamping and squeezing around his cock, feel her stiffening and writhing back against him every time he teased her clitoris. Their bodies were hyper-sensitive to every touch, just as their senses were on alert for the slightest sign that they were about to be discovered. But by some miracle, they weren't. For three and a half minutes of solid, frantic sex they went unseen and unheard, before finally losing control, and putting every last ounce of remaining resolve into the simple act of not screaming, not howling and roaring and crying out at the top of their lungs, as together they climaxed.

Hot strings of Kemper's seed poured into Willow's convulsing depths, his erection twitching urgently and stimulating her already overworked inner walls. Willow's clawless fingers scratched at the wall against which her upper body was partially rested in sheer desperation as she grunted and whined in mindless ecstasy, and with every uncontrollable twitch of his hips and surge from deep inside his balls the only thing keeping Kemper from roaring with joy was burying his face deep in Willow's hair around the back of her neck, and sucking [i]in[/i] a deep breath of her sweet, berry shampoo laced scent in place of an exhaled cry.

Not thirty seconds later they were re-fastening belts and straightening panties once more. A minute after that they were back out in the visible shelving of the store, and holding hands as they whispered to one another of their shock, their delight they'd gotten away with it.

"It makes me think... maybe I should take you out places in public more often. It clearly works for you as much as it does for me..."

Of course, when Willow leaned in close and whispered those words to her young lover, Kemper still blushed and squirmed in embarrassment at the mere idea of it. And yet, at the same time he couldn't help but think that maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Yeah, it was gonna be just as risky. But... if it felt just as good?

If indeed there was more public lewdness to be found in his future though, it was a way off yet. Another shopper approached where the two of them were standing, and thus they released one another's hands. Willow smiled at the young feline, and nodded politely.

"Nice to run into you, Kemper. I'll see you around the neighbourhood I'm sure."

Kemper grinned toothily, and glanced back towards the shoe department, where his parents probably hadn't even noticed his absence yet. The rest of the day out with them was still going to be dull. But after this... and with the last few minutes to think about all day long, that didn't seem like such a chore any longer.

"Sure thing, Ms Willow. And... uh, thanks."

By Jeeves

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