{"sf1_id":1576472,"sf2_id":"qmyqqZWm","title":"Average First Date","author":"Raucous","words":1758,"posted_at":"2020-05-08T23:25:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Bathroom","Blowjob","Cat","Consensual","Creampie","Date","Dick","Drunk","Erection","F/M","Female","Fox","Fucking","Heterosexual","M/F","Male","Male/Female","Penis","Presenting","Public","Pussy","Seed","Sex","Size Difference","Vagina","Vanilla","Vixen","Yiff","restroom"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1576472-average-first-date","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyqqZWm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/54/f5/54f58258-180f-4977-b205-66e24004ec62","description":"#4 of Minishia's Self-Insert Adventures\n\nIt's been a while since I wrote anything, so here's a normal story about my dating life.\nWarnings...\nI blame alcohol for a bad decision, but the truth is I'm a terrible person.\nPlease don't do this to your date.","content":"I stared down at my salad.\u0026nbsp; I had asked for Cesar, but they brought me a tossed salad with Cesar dressing.\u0026nbsp; I guess technically the waiter had just asked me my dressing preference.\u0026nbsp; Still, I hate it when they do that.\u0026nbsp; I shuffled my thoughts aside and took a bite.\n\nMy date, a gentleman wolf was older than me and graying early, watched me chomp down on an oversized bite of lettuce and carrot.\u0026nbsp; He had a certain way of grinning the way a feral would at a fresh piece of meat.\u0026nbsp; I could barely see it, having left my glasses in my purse...\u0026nbsp; which I forgot at home...\u0026nbsp; I'm the type to wear men's pants for their pocket space, and don't normally carry a purse.\u0026nbsp; I hoped he wasn't a split the bill type.\n\nMy date...\u0026nbsp; what was his name again...\u0026nbsp; Spirit broke the silence asking me if I wanted another glass of wine.\u0026nbsp; The restaurant he took me to was a \"bring your own booze\" type, but still fairly classy.\u0026nbsp; Either way, I just couldn't shake the feeling that I shouldn't drink too much around this guy.\n\n\"Sure,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; Why not?\u0026nbsp; I trusted him enough to drive me here, why not let him wine me until I can't say no?\n\nAs Spirit poured me a fresh glass of red, the waiter showed up with fresh bread rolls and garlic olive oil to dip them in.\u0026nbsp; The boy was young and cocky by his motions, but he had a cute grin and fluffy cheeks.\u0026nbsp; His gray fur was riddled with dark stripes and his tail flicked about in random directions.\u0026nbsp; The little tabby was so cute, but he wasn't buying me dinner.\n\nSpirit laughed as I quickly snatched a steamy roll and had to toss it hand to hand as it was a little too hot for touch.\n\n\"Professional interest,\" I explained, \"Gotta make sure they're up to snuff.\"\n\nSpirit took one for himself, and we continued to eat in relative silence.\u0026nbsp; The bread was so good, but I was having trouble coming up with something to say to my date.\u0026nbsp; He was ten years older than me and not into any nerdy hobbies.\u0026nbsp; That left us with little in common.\u0026nbsp; Yeah, I'm that simple, what of it?\n\nI finished my third (or fourth?) glass of wine and had a call of nature.\u0026nbsp; I excused myself, and denied Spirit the gesture of pulling out my chair for me.\u0026nbsp; I then scurried off to the restroom.\u0026nbsp; I caught glimpse of my orange foxy face in the mirror on my way past the urinals.\u0026nbsp; I really liked the way I appeared in my little black dress.\u0026nbsp; Both stalls were unoccupied, so I went for the one furthest from the door and...\n\nI'm not going into detail on this.\u0026nbsp; I'm sorry if you're into that, but I'm not.\u0026nbsp; However while I was sitting there, I did have a revelation.\n\nWhy would there be urinals in the ladies' room?\n\nFuck.\n\nBefore I could finish my business, I heard the door open and someone walk in.\u0026nbsp; I tried to come up with an excuse in the case that I was noticed, but all I could think of was that I was that I had a bit too much to drink.\u0026nbsp; That wouldn't fly...\u0026nbsp; or would it?\n\nAfter the man finished his business he went to wash his hands.\u0026nbsp; I heard him sniff the air, and the braggart walked up to my stall.\u0026nbsp; I brought my feet up so he couldn't see them under the stall door.\u0026nbsp; There was a light rap on the door, and my heart began to race.\n\n\"Ma'am, that's a pretty strong perfume you've got on.\"\n\nI recognized the voice.\u0026nbsp; It was the cute, little...\u0026nbsp; well, he was still a head taller than me, but little by most standards...\u0026nbsp; he was the waiter.\n\n\"I saw the way you were looking at me,\" he teased.\n\nWhat way was that?\u0026nbsp; Did I stare?\u0026nbsp; Great, if he noticed there was little chance my date hadn't.\n\nI tried saying \"Please don't tell anyone.\"\n\nHe slyly returned with, \"You gonna' incentivise that?\"\n\nI was stunned, that fucking braggart.\n\n\"I left my purse...\" I began.\n\nHe interrupted with, \"I don't want your money.\u0026nbsp; I want my dick sucked.\u0026nbsp; And I'm sure you'd prefer it to those old balls.\"\n\n\"Fuck off,\" I returned.\n\nHe laughed boisterously, \"But I'm right, aren't I?\"\n\nI decided to just ignore him and leave.\u0026nbsp; I opened the stall door to do so, but he pushed me back in.\u0026nbsp; He closed the door behind him and grinned down at me.\u0026nbsp; A shiver ran up my spine as he unzipped his pants.\u0026nbsp; A respectably sized, fully erect feline cock flopped out.\u0026nbsp; I stared at his member for a moment...\u0026nbsp; or an eternity...\u0026nbsp; and his dorky but cute grin grew ever wider...\u0026nbsp; or at least I think it did.\u0026nbsp; I was preoccupied.\n\n\"Okay, you win,\" the alcohol said, \"Just cum inside.\"\n\nHe laughed again, \"Really?\"\n\n\"I can't go back to my date covered in it.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nBefore I finished talking I had his member in my hands.\u0026nbsp; It was so warm, so hard, and the smell was intoxicating.\u0026nbsp; He stifled a groan as I ran my fingers up and down his spiky cock.\u0026nbsp; He shivered cutely when I brought my lips up to kiss the tip.\n\nI took him in my mouth entirely.\u0026nbsp; The way his spines rubbed against my lips gave me chills.\u0026nbsp; His salty sweet taste left me wanting for more as I drew back.\u0026nbsp; I felt my loins moisten as I bobbed back to his hilt.\u0026nbsp; I could feel his breath stagger as I worked my tongue up under his shaft.\n\nI looked up to see him on his phone.\u0026nbsp; Gods, was he filming this?\u0026nbsp; I wanted to pull back and tell him to stop, but my legs twitched around my growing wetness.\u0026nbsp; I could give him a show, maybe he'd even stroke himself to the video later.\n\nFar too soon he stiffened up, I could tell he was close.\u0026nbsp; His empty hand found my skull and he pushed himself into my throat.\u0026nbsp; He took control and began fucking my mouth with an intensity that I wouldn't have.\n\nI barely managed to pull off his dick in time.\u0026nbsp; His breathing was labored and he portrayed obvious confusion, but he didn't cum yet.\n\nI then sat down on the toilet seat, and spread my legs.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't wearing anything under my little black dress, and he quickly realized what was going on.\u0026nbsp; He stared at my dripping pussy for a long moment then met my eyes.\n\n\"I don't have a condom on me,\" he uttered.\n\n\"I'm clean,\" I promised.\n\nI watched him think too much, so I took my fingers to my pussy and spread it invitingly.\u0026nbsp; He decided to throw out caution and pressed his hot dick up to my womanhood.\u0026nbsp; He played with his phone a bit to get a good shot, then slowly pressed in.\n\nHis spines tickled me in a way I had never experienced.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't help letting out a shallow yiff.\u0026nbsp; The kid slowly pumped into me groaning lightly and gradually picked up speed.\u0026nbsp; His unoccupied hand reached up to squeeze my breast through my dress.\u0026nbsp; His pace picked up, he moved the camera up to my face, leaving me curious how I looked.\n\nThen the door to the bathroom opened.\u0026nbsp; We both froze as the man whistled his way to the urinals.\u0026nbsp; I knew that whistle, it was my date.\u0026nbsp; Spirit seemed oblivious to us, and continued to wash his hands.\u0026nbsp; Hopefully his age dulled his wolfy sense of smell.\n\nI stared up at the waiter, his dick still buried in my needy hole.\u0026nbsp; I was holding my breath, paws on maw, trying not to make a sound at all.\u0026nbsp; The waiter though, he developed a wicked grin.\n\nWith Spirit still washing his hands, the waiter bucked into me.\u0026nbsp; I could feel him rub past my spot and press in deep.\u0026nbsp; I gritted my teeth, inhaled sharply, and hoped I wasn't found out.\u0026nbsp; The tomcat didn't stop there, he slid back out, dragging slowly.\u0026nbsp; I barely managed to resist making a sound.\n\nThe sound of the door shutting signaled Spirit leaving the restroom.\n\n\"Oh gods,\" I moaned, \"You asshole!\"\n\nThe cat responded by slamming back into me.\u0026nbsp; I yipped as he filled me.\u0026nbsp; He didn't waste any more time, rapidly fucking my wet pussy.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't stop another moan.\u0026nbsp; I felt my legs lock around his waist of their own accord.\n\nHis face scrunched as he quickly came close.\u0026nbsp; His hips frantically jack hammering into me, I was close too.\u0026nbsp; I don't know who was first, but the feeling of warm seed filling me melted my senses.\n\nThe waiter made no show of pulling his pants up and leaving me in the stall.\u0026nbsp; It took me a moment to stand with my legs all rubbery.\u0026nbsp; I awkwardly took some toilet paper to wipe up some of his cum leaking out of me, and then rushed out of the men's room before anyone else caught me.\n\nWhen I got back to my table, our food was waiting, but Spirit was no where to be found.\u0026nbsp; I had a small panic which died down when I realized I had nothing in common with the guy.\u0026nbsp; So who cared if he left me.\u0026nbsp; Except I forgot my purse, and he drove me up here.\u0026nbsp; Fuck.\n\nMy waiter strolled up and told me, \"Don't worry about it, it's on me.\"\n\nI breathed a sigh of relief.\n\n\"But I got fired,\" he laughed, \"so I gotta' get outta' here.\"\n\nAfter all that, the kid was willing to wait in the parking lot to give me a ride home.\u0026nbsp; I brought a couple to go boxes, and he took me home.\u0026nbsp; We ended up hanging out for a little while eating the pasta and laughing at how ridiculous the whole event was.\u0026nbsp; He showed me the video he took, and I dare say, I looked pretty sexy, and he promised to keep them to himself.\u0026nbsp; We unanimously decided that we would go our separate ways, but exchanged phone numbers in case we needed a pick me up.\n\nI did eventually phone him up for a booty call.\u0026nbsp; He turned me down.\u0026nbsp; Apparently he started dating someone only a few days after we first met.\u0026nbsp; I think they're married now.\u0026nbsp; So I guess this story has somewhat of a happy ending.\n\nI never heard from Spirit again, if you were curious.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Minishia's Self-Insert Adventures","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1453168-my-cousin-kaito.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1664113-bite-the-bullet-train.json"}}