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This vignette was written for Kemper as part of my themed patreon request day for July 2018. This month's theme is "beating the heat" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place.

Too Hot to Run

Kemper had thought that he was already as attracted to and, quite frankly, horny for Freya as it was possible for a living creature to be. From the second the doberman had rather forcefully made her presence in his life known, she had been a whirlwind. She had driven him to limits that the feline male hadn't known he was capable of reaching, and made him more desperate for her touch, her very presence in his life with each occasion on which she had called him into service to satisfy her own rather potent needs.

But then, then he saw her in a bikini, and all thoughts of what the sabretoothed cat had previously believed possible were launched flailing and screaming into the sun.

"C'mon."

Meeting him at the edge of the sand, having called Kemper up almost an hour before with a simple instruction of where and when to find her, Freya immediately took the wide eyed cat by the hand and began to lead him out onto the beach as he stared at her gorgeous black and tan furred body, dressed in a bikini of a stunning bottle green that covered precisely what it was meant to cover and nothing more. Dressed in only a pair of shorts himself, having left his t-shirt and phone in the car where he'd parked it nearby, Kemper could do nothing but follow and try not to stare at her gorgeous ass as it swayed hypnotically before him. Even just thinking about it was too much for the male to bear though, and soon he could feel that undeniable stirring within his shorts which betrayed the approach of an uncontrollable, irresistible erection.

Thankfully they made it to where Freya was leading the sabretoothed cat before Kemper could reach a state where his arousal would become blatantly obvious, but that offered him little comfort as Freya continued to advance beyond the edge of the sand and into the bright, shimmering blue ocean itself which was full of people swimming, throwing around beach balls and floating upon inflatables to either escape or revel in the heat of the summer sun. Kemper followed close by her, his hand still locked in hers, and he gasped as the ocean water, still surprisingly cool despite the heat, reached first his knees, then his thighs, before finally swelling over his waist and the building arousal between his legs.

Still the doberman waded deeper, past a great many of the people splashing and laughing in the shallows until the two of them were at a point where they were practically treading water, having to push off from the sand when a swell of a wave came in towards the shore in order to avoid the ocean rising up over their necks. Only then did she stop her forward momentum, instead turning upon the spot, releasing one of Kemper's hands from hers only to grasp it with the other, and letting herself float as she faced him. Her legs splashed just below the water's surface between them, and only then, as they regarded one another with an eager tension that was becoming more and more familiar the more times they met up, did she address Kemper once again.

"It's too hot to go running, even early in the mornings during weather like this. When I can't run, I swim."

Blushing as he stared in awe at the beautiful doberman, Kemper nodded in understanding. With a body like Freya's, toned and athletic to the max, it made sense that she'd have back-up plans for when the weather made her usual modes of exercise unlikely.

"So?"

His hungry staring faltered slightly, and the male's cheeks flushed brighter still as he looked at Freya in confusion, peering around them as he wondered if he'd somehow missed whatever it was that was expected of him. The doberman rolled her eyes and growled, not angrily at the cat, but with unabashed longing.

"So, what do I need to energise me during a workout? Why are you here, Kemper?"

The sabretoothed cat's face burned hotter and hotter. He looked around again.

"Y-yeah, I... I figured, I mean, it's why you have my number. But, where are we gonna go?"

Freya blinked at Kemper, and he stared curiously back. A second passed. Two. Three. Four. Five. Then the cat's eyes bulged. Freya snorted with mirth.

"There it is."

Kemper mewled softly, and leaned forward within the water towards the buff, beautiful doberman to whisper conspiratorially at her.

"Here? L-like, right here, in the ocean?"

Rolling her eyes playfully, Freya nodded.

"Yes, Kemper. Unless you think fucking me on the crowded beach would be more subtle."

Of course, at that point some people might have pointed out to Freya that there were other options compared to being fucked on the beach in public, or fucked in the ocean in public. Options that didn't involve being in public at all. But, Kemper was not one of those people. He didn't know for sure whether Freya just enjoyed being fucked when and how she demanded it, or whether she actively got off on being fucked outdoors or in generally public spaces. What he did know though was that his days had been immeasurably more entertaining since he'd first met the doberman in that coffee shop. He woke up every morning now trembling with excitement as he reached for his phone to see whether Freya needed him to help her out, and almost every time the urge to masturbate overcame him he had the option of providing Freya with some new entertainment, or admiring the handiwork she herself had wrought in the last video which she'd sent him.

Kemper knew he could say no. He knew he could say it was too risky for him, and that Freya would accept it even if her libido did not like it. He knew that was probably what he should have said, too.

But it wasn't.

Of course it wasn't.

Instead he grabbed Freya's legs where they were floating in the water in front of him, and with a low, desperate groan of longing the sabretoothed cat dragged the doberman close against him. Sure enough her legs wrapped tightly around his midsection, and Freya whined happily as she began to scoot her way down his body, sinking her floating upper torso to the same level as Kemper's own body so that her nether regions were level with his own. One of her arms draped itself over the toothily grinning male's shoulder, while the other darted down between them and slid aside the crotch of her panties. A moment later that same hand was teasing Kemper's already rock hard cock free from his soaking wet shorts, and another moment after that Kemper's eyes were bulging as he heard the voices of a hundred beachgoers clamouring around him as they swam, paddled, played and laughed while just metres away, hidden only by the ocean's water and the reflection of the bright, hot sun upon it, he and Freya began to fuck.

"A-ahhh... that's it. Stay still. Let me do the work. We're just cuddling in the ocean, enjoying the beautiful v-view with... ah, with no people in the way to s-spoil it..."

Kemper wasn't still because he knew instinctively that was what Freya wanted of him, so much as he was paralysed with shock at what he found himself doing. As the doberman wrapped herself around him and began to rock her hips though, using the ocean's water to aid in pushing herself off Kemper's cock and sinking back down onto it again with her lower body while her upper half remained almost immobile aside from some slight bobbing, the feline male's frozen state appeared to serve them both perfectly. As always with the seemingly shameless, unflappable canine, the sabretoothed cat happily surrendered control and simply allowed his body to enjoy it. He tried not to think about the beach full of people behind them, and instead to focus on what genuinely was the only thing that mattered right now. Freya. He stroked her back gently, running his hands up and down the length of her spine and occasionally sneaking down to squeeze her buttocks beneath the cool ocean water. He rose up on his tiptoes when water threatened to sweep over their heads, the only part of their bodies permanently exposed from the water, and groaned happily as with each wave that passed them Freya clutched tighter against him not just with her arms and legs, but her pussy too.

They kept their moans as quiet as possible, but the two lovers were far from silent as their bodies worked their usual intense, wild magic together. Ragged breathing rang in each of their ears, soft grunts and whimpers accompanied strikes to sweet spots within Freya and upon Kemper alike. Occasional splashes betrayed the two of them getting a little too worked up, Kemper beginning to buck his hips or Freya to bounce so hard that her tail broke the water's surface with its eager wagging. No sooner had they heard the ocean warning them of their over-eagerness though, they reined themselves in again as best they could.

From the very first time they'd met, things had tended to progress swiftly between Kemper and Freya. Kemper had learned never to hold back when it came to being with her, because he knew for certain that Freya would hold nothing back herself. Sure enough they must have been fucking for mere minutes, though of course every second felt like an eternity with those innumerable pairs of eyes from the beach boring into Kemper's back, when he heard the doberman whine feverishly in his ear.

"C-cum."

She didn't announce her own orgasmic approach. She didn't beg him to cum, or to cum with her. Wide eyed and frenzied with obvious lust, the single word that Freya spoke to Kemper was an absolute command, and one that he dared not deny. Thankfully, being commanded to climax in such a way was so potent a turn on for Kemper, what Freya desired of him was made entirely possible by the way she made it known. He shuddered, gasping as his legs very nearly gave way beneath him and did falter enough to briefly dunk the two of them almost entirely beneath the ocean's surface. Emerging once again, he let loose a strained mewling cry of pleasure muffled only by the face he flung his head forward and buried his muzzle in the side of Freya's neck. His cock twitched, his balls tightened, and then the doberman was grunting in ecstasy as he let loose inside her, and the hot gush of his release compared to the cool ocean water surrounding them proved all she needed to topple headlong over the edge herself.

Kemper's eyes rolled in their sockets as he felt the hot spray of her ejaculate mingling with the cool ocean surrounding them, and he stroked Freya's back as she writhed, as she bucked against him and buried her face in his neck to muffle a few strained cries of her own. His body shook, his heart raced, and as he felt the doberman cumming so long and so very hard around him, as he felt their juices mingling and his cum flooding her depths practically right in front of several hundred people, two thoughts ran through the sabretoothed cat's mind.

Firstly, that he was absolutely insane for agreeing to any of this.

And second... that whether or not their relationship was a purely physical one without any other sort of connections, just how crazily, impossibly happy it made him, to make Freya happy in moments and situations as unique and perfectly crazy as this.

By Jeeves

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