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_ Outcall to Babylon - C'est si bon _

© 2010 "Mayfurr"

* * * * *

At last! A day off! Delilah silently exulted. For the first time in a fortnight, the evening was hers to to with as she wished, a welcome respite from keeping up with her client's demands after the seasonal Christmas slump. And she fully intended to make the most of it!

"What can I get for you, ma'am?" a smartly-dressed waiter politely enquired from the other side of the polished wooden bar.

"Hmmm." Delilah studied the wine list in her hand. "How about... a glass of the '07 Terra Nova Sav Blanc?"

The waiter nodded briefly. "Certainly, ma'am," he replied, disappearing behind the bar, and within a few moments a full wine glass materialised as if by magic before her. Delilah grinned happily, soaking up the bustling atmosphere of the "Judder Bar". Summer evenings always seemed to bring out the crowds to the myriad number of bars, cafés and restaurants in Tory Precinct, and the "Judder Bar" on the night before Valentine's Day was no exception. The bar, tables and booths were filled to bursting with thongs of happy excited people, eagerly chatting about anything and everything while waiting staff of various shapes and sizes kept up a never-ending stream of refreshments.

Delilah took a sip from her wine glass, sighing contentedly before scanning the milling crowd, looking for the friend she had arranged to meet with this evening. She had taken special care to dress up for this evening: a smart black sleeveless cocktail dress, black high-heel shoes, sheer tan stockings, and a pair of gold bracelets on her wrists. Delilah had always liked wearing this particular outfit, finding the dark colours an attractive contrast with her soft white fur and long flowing blonde hair, and on this occasion she took particular delight in wearing a pearl choker necklace that she only brought out for special occasions. It was rather liberating to dress up in what she wanted for a change, she smiled, absent-mindedly scratching a brown floppy ear -

"Beedle-boodle-beep!"

The sudden raucous tone of her mobile phone jolted Delilah from her reverie, prompting her to hastily pull the noisy device from her handbag and answer the call. Uh-oh...

"Hello? Hi Marion... sorry, what's that? Oh..." Delilah frowned, the words from the unseen caller buzzing in her ear. "Sorry to hear that... so what time will you - oh. Right." She gripped the wine-glass tighter with her other hand. "Ah, actually I'm already here... well, hope he recovers. I suppose. Yeah... yeah... I understand. Thanks for letting me know. 'Bye."

Dammit all to hell! Delilah fumed, angrily stuffing her phone back into her handbag. Tonight had been the one thing she had really been looking forward to of late. But now the whole damn evening had been derailed! So much for the girls night out she had planned...

"Of all the... why tonight of all nights, the stupid bastard?" Delilah muttered, scowling, taking a large gulp of wine before almost slamming the glass into the bar. She moodily stared at the table-top, now oblivious to the crowd around her - and in particular, one figure making his way through the door. Sighing heavily, Delilah collected her thoughts, and briefly considered leaving - then she shook her head. This was, after all, her first free evening for some time and it would be a pity to waste it, Delilah decided, nearly draining the contents of her glass. Y_ou never know, something interesting might turn up..._

The figure who had just entered was just about to order a drink when a casual glance in Delilah's direction suddenly triggered a jolt of recognition, and for several moments the figure halted, obviously startled. Then slowly, hesitatingly, the figure slowly moved through the crowd towards the unsuspecting Delilah, stopping around a meter behind her. The figure scratched his head...

Delilah brushed a stray lock of her hair out of her eyes, scowling at her now near-empty glass. She was just about to signal the waiter to order another drink when -

"Delilah?"

What the - hang on, who the hell is that? Delilah whirled around, realising in shock that she had been addressed by her work name - and within moments her eyes locked onto the well-dressed figure of a greying middle-aged male badger, his face lit up with delight.

"Delilah! I thought it was you!"

Delilah groaned softly, scarcely able to believe her eyes. Something had turned up all right - but this was definitely not something she wanted.

* * * * *

They had relocated to a booth at the back of the bar at Delilah's insistence, the canine female hustling the startled badger away from the throng of onlookers. Now in the secluded shadows, she glanced sullenly at her unexpected visitor, concentrating on her empty glass and trying to avoid his eyes.

"Look, I told you on Tuesday I wasn't working tonight," Delilah grumbled. "How the hell did you find me, anyway?"

"Would you believe I didn't?" Ian grinned, sliding into the seat opposite her and leaning across the table. "Honestly, I had no idea you were here, let alone anything else - I just came out for a quiet drink, and here you were! You can't blame me for sharing the same tastes as you... and how could I not say hello to my favourite lady?"

"Keep it down, will you?" Delilah hissed, furtively looking from side to side. "You don't know who might see us!"

The badger looked somewhat taken aback at that. "What's there to see? Two friends meeting up for a drink? It's hardly the scandal of the century."

Delilah scowled, fuming silently. Friends? That's dressing it up, isn't it? The only reason we know each other is because you pay me to have sex with you! Because I'm a hooker and you like to fuck pretty blonde ladies up the arse!

"Look, if I'm interrupting your plans for the evening -" Ian began.

Delilah looked up at the badger, daring, just daring him to give her an excuse to storm out in front of him. This was all she needed for her evening to turn into a complete train-wreck, having her god-damn work follow her around -

But she looked into Ian's puzzled face again, and stopped herself. It wasn't him she was frustrated with, she suddenly realised, not really. If anyone, it was Marion's fool of a partner that managed to incapacitate himself in some kind of household accident, causing an immediate mercy trip to the A&E department of the hospital for treatment... Delilah sighed heavily. No, she could hardly blame Ian for her night out going pear-shaped.

"Actually, I did have plans but, well... now I don't," Delilah interrupted, her anger slowly subsiding like air escaping out of a balloon. She grimaced. "I got stood up, would you believe it?"

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ian said softly. He smiled warmly. "Perhaps..." He paused. "I know I'm probably a poor substitute for what you were planning, but maybe I can help make up for it? A drink or two? Maybe even... dinner?"

Delilah looked up into Ian's eyes, her mind wavering in indecision. On one hand, business was business - especially her kind of business - and she had always strived to keep the two sides of her life separate from each other. On the other hand, it was true that now she had no particular plans for the evening, and really... what was the alternative? Shuffling off home on her own? She could do that any night, and it would be an admission of defeat that Delilah had no stomach for_._ And as for picking some stranger up at the bar, well...

So what if Ian was a client? It wasn't like he was a stranger if it came to that, and she did actually quite like him. Was there anything wrong with seeing him outside of a booking, especially as on every occasion Delilah had seen him professionally he had been the perfect gentleman? It wasn't as though this encounter had been planned, or that Ian had known where to find her... was it?

Where was the harm?

"Okay," Delilah replied, running her finger up and down the stem of her wine glass. "But I just want to make clear this is purely social, right? This doesn't mean you're going to get a freebie tonight... understand?"

"Fair enough." Ian nodded. "I understand completely."

"And mine's a G&T, seeing as you're buying..."

* * * * *

"So there we were at the starting line, Mick in the Austin Healey, and me in the old Mark Two. Flag went down, and we were off like a couple of rockets down the runway with my foot planted to the floor," Ian continued, pouring himself another glass of wine before continuing his story. It had been a pleasant surprise for Delilah to discover that Ian knew of this particular French bistro on Majoribanks Street- while she had never been here before, she had been meaning to try it for a while - and to her delight Ian turned out to be a very engaging dinner companion into the bargain. If he had a fault, it was that he was considerably more liberal with pouring his own drinks than he was with hers, but seeing as he was paying for both of them Delilah didn't really mind. Besides, she detested getting drunk over a meal.

And what a meal! It had been every bit as good as Delilah had imagined, especially with Ian's recommendations from the menu. She had never though she would enjoy l'escargot as much as she did, and as for the main course - well, Ian had joked that going by Delilah's squeals of delight after each delicious mouthful he might have had to help her get unstuck from the leather cushion of her seat! That suggestion had given Delilah a fit of the giggles, as she pictured the badger and the restaurant staff trying to prise the chair off her with a crowbar...

As for the atmosphere... well, the waiter must have picked them for a couple right from the moment they walked in, because he immediately seated Delilah and Ian at a white-clothed table for two, complete with an already-lit candle, right by the front window. You couldn't get a more romantic seating than that, Delilah marvelled. And not only that, but the waiter - a handsome young feline with the cutest French accent - had immediately adopted them as his personal charges for the evening, scrupulously ready to take their orders and tend to their every need. He even made sure that the traditional French music so evocative of a pavement café in Paris was softly playing from the restaurant's speakers, just to add the right background for friends and lovers.

In short, Delilah had been winded, dined and pampered throughout the evening - and was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Around the time when the main course was cleared away Ian had started telling her yet another story from his seemingly inexhaustible store of tales. She had sat before him, fascinated by his words, resting her head in her hands as she listened to Ian enthusiastically telling her the story. "... Owed the bugger two rounds at the club bar afterwards, and Mick decided to sample the top shelf on my tab," Ian finally concluded, beaming with delight.

Delilah eagerly leaned forward, the flickering candle lighting up her face. "I wouldn't have thought that a Jaguar would have overheated that quickly though... what happened?"

The badger leaned back expansively in his chair. "Bloody radiator hose leak, that's what happened!" Ian cheerfully observed. "My own damn fault of course, should have checked it before the meet." He smiled. "I must say Delilah, I never picked you for a motor-racing fan."

Delilah fingered the stem of her wine-glass. "My grandfather owned a Bentley," she said. "He used to take us for rides in the country when I was little." A wistful expression crossed her face. "I always enjoyed the times I spent school holidays with them, we used to do all sorts of things - picnics, trips up into the mountains with my cousins, vintage car rallies... and we'd always ride in this old green Bentley." Delilah sighed happily. "It was a long time ago, of course, but in some ways it seems like yesterday. Me and my cousins used to ride in the back seat and pretend we were royalty, and wave when people went past."

Ian chuckled heartily. "Sounds like you had a pretty good time then."

"Yeah... they were the best, Gran and Grandad. They were always there for me, and we always got on well, even when I left home." Delilah briefly touched the pearl choker around her neck. "Gran left this to me when she died several years ago. She said that it had belonged to her mother, and had come out from the old country with her."

"It's beautiful," Ian smiled. "A lovely necklace... for a lovely lady."

Delilah giggled, her face flushing. "Aww..."

The arrival of dessert and coffee interrupted the conversation, and for several minutes the conversation ceased as Delilah and Ian were engrossed in sampling the sweet delights before them. Finally, and with a mighty sigh of satisfaction, Ian leaned back in his chair, slowly pushing his now empty plate away. "Ahhhh.... wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Pierro always does the most delicious desserts here. Probably why I'm in such good shape." He winked at Delilah, tapping his ample belly for emphasis.

"You mean, round's a shape, right?" Delilah laughed, pausing to dab delicately at her lips with the napkin. "Though honestly Ian, I don't think you've got anything to worry about on that score. At least not from where I'm sitting."

"You're too kind Delilah," Ian beamed happily. "I'm under no illusions that I'm not as young as I used to be these days. Especially when I'm in the company of a very pretty lady such as yourself."

"If you keep that up, I might think you were trying to seduce me," Delilah chuckled.

"And why not? I think you deserve a little seduction... a little romance... something special, you know?"

"Well..." Delilah smiled, reaching across the table to touch Ian's hand. "Right now though? I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be."

The jaunty accordion music that had been playing during their meal finished, and after a moment's silence, a different song began to play - a song with a slow romantic melody, a female singer filling each verse with feeling. As the song swelled in volume Ian looked at Delilah's eyes with a somewhat wistful expression on his face, then turned to glance about behind him. By now the rest of the evening's patrons had disappeared for the night, with only the bistro staff remaining - the bartender drying glasses at the bar, while the waiter who had served them for the evening was wiping down tables.

"Delilah... may I have the pleasure of this dance?" Ian asked softly, reaching across the table to gently touch her hand.

"Here?" Delilah looked nervously left and right. "But... Ian, this is a restaurant, not a dance hall. What will people think?"

"They'll think I'm dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room," Ian replied, smiling. "Shall we?"

"Flatterer," Delilah chuckled, squeezing the badger's hand and rising from the table. Together they walked to a clear area of floor in the middle of the bistro, where Ian took Delilah's left hand in his right and put his right arm around her waist. Delilah placed her right hand on Ian's shoulder, and after a long moment gazing into each other's eyes they began to dance, slowly moving in time to the music while the bartender and the waiter sat and watched.

"C'est si bon / De partir n'importe où /Bras dessus bras dessous..."

Delilah sighed happily, swaying in Ian's arms as the gentle lilting voice of the singer swirled around them. This was so romantic, so charming, so special, and right now it seemed that the world outside the restaurant didn't exist. In his embrace, here with the music softly playing and only the last waiter watching them, Delilah felt wonderfully warm, secure, safe... and, strangely enough, loved.

"En chantant des chansons / C'est si bon"

"It's Valentine's Day tomorrow," Delilah murmured, resting her head against Ian's chest as they continued to dance. "Did you... have any plans?"

"Nothing in particular," Ian replied softly, slowly yet gently holding her closer to him. "It's not... something I think much of these days."

"De se dire des mots doux - / De petit rien du tout - Mais qui en disent long..."

"I can't think why... I'm sure there's plenty of ladies that would be happy for your company," Delilah whispered sensuously, surprising herself with the rush of emotion in her voice. "I can think of one not too far away..." She tightened her embrace, squeezing herself against his chest, luxuriating in the warmth radiating from his body.

"C'est si bon / Ces petit's sensations / ça vaut mieux qu'un million..."

"And I can think of one gentleman that would be very happy to... provide company for that lady," Ian smiled, his breath washing over Delilah's cheek. By now their dancing around the floor of the restaurant had dwindled to a slow sensuous swaying in each other's arms next to one of the tables, with only the bartender at the till watching the couple oblivious to everything but each other. With a start, Delilah suddenly found that she had been unconsciously grinding against Ian's crotch for the last five minutes...

God - how on earth did this happen? Delilah silently marvelled. And from just dancing with him... This rush of arousal she was feeling in Ian's arms was completely unexpected. It was taking all of her self-control to restrain herself from ripping her clothes off, bending over one of the tables, raising her tail and begging him to mount her there and then -

She didn't want this to end. Not with a cursory farewell at the end of the evening. Not like that.

"C'est tell'ment, tell'ment bon..."

"Um... Ian?" Delilah asked, trying to stop her voice quivering.

"Mmm?"

"You know... how I said you shouldn't expect to get, ah..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Voilà C'est bon / Les passants dans la rue / Bras dessus bras dessous..."

"Well..." Delilah breathed deeply. "Well... ah..." She faltered, swallowing heavily. "What I mean to say is..." For a moment she teetered on the edge of indecision, but at the last second the prospect of a lonely taxi ride to her cold empty apartment made her mind up.

"Yes, Delilah?" Ian turned to gaze into her face, the badger's eyes shining in the dim light of the bistro.

"What I said earlier... Forget I said it." There. She had done it. "I think we could go back to your place for... well... a nightcap, shall we say?"

For a moment Ian remained silent. "I don't want you to feel obliged to do anything if you don't want to, darling," he replied quietly, not missing a beat as they swayed together to the music. "Nothing would give me more pleasure... but are you sure?"

Delilah slowly nodded, her eyes seeming to sparkle. "Yes Ian... I want to do this. I'm sure. Very sure."

"...En chantant des chansons / Quel espoir merveilleux / Uummm - C'est bon."

* * * * *

The moment the front door closed behind them, Delilah and Ian threw themselves into each other's arms, their muzzles immediately locking together in a frenzied kiss of passion. Eager hands roamed over each other's bodies as the couple stumbled down the hall, bouncing off walls and furniture, oblivious to anything except each other...

"Delilah... oh darling..." Ian mumbled thickly between kisses, moaning softly, hands roughly pawing at Delilah's quivering frame. The taxi ride back to his place had been sheer torture, and now the sudden relief at finally being alone with her exploded into a fire-storm of desire.

"Ohhhh yeah..." Delilah whimpered, gasping for breath, her face hot and flushed with arousal, barely able to restrain herself from tearing her clothes off and jumping onto Ian right then and there. "Bedroom... my god... hurry..."

"This way... here!"

Desperate hands fumbled frantically with a door handle, and within moments Delilah and Ian burst into the waiting bedroom, staggering in a passionate embrace towards the waiting bed. They tumbled - no, threw themselves - onto the soft duvet covering the mattress, rolling over and over, clawing at each other's clothes, gasping and moaning with barely-restrained lust and desire.

"Get them off... take them all off..."

"I'm trying... oh god I want you!"

"Hurry!"

Trembling fingers struggled to unbutton blouses and shirts... high-heeled shoes were suddenly kicked across the room... the partially-clothed couple suddenly broke their feverish embrace and for a few moments stared at each other, panting heavily. Then, as if by some unspoken word, Delilah and Ian swung themselves off the bed and frantically tore the rest of their clothes off, tossing each garment carelessly onto the floor before they stood naked before each other, their chests heaving and eyes filled with fire. Already the old badger was fully erect, his cock standing proud and stiff before him.

"What - what are you doing?" Ian whimpered in frustration, watching Delilah desperately rummaging through the trail of clothing.

"Protection..." Delilah gasped, throwing items of clothing left and right before finally locating her handbag. "Need protection... can't do it without protection..."

"Hurry darling - oh god, I can't wait much longer! Delilah!"

"Got it - here it is!" Delilah called, racing back to kneel between Ian's legs. Tearing the wrapper open with her teeth and dropping it to the floor, Delilah hastily removed the precious condom and frantically started to roll it onto Ian's cock. Ian groaned lustfully, struggling to contain himself while Delilah rolled the condom onto him, the taut shiny latex steadily covering more and more of his erection with each stroke of Delilah's fingers.

"Oh god..." Delilah breathed, greedily drinking in the sight of Ian's now sheathed erection in front of her, one hand unconsciously stealing down between her legs. Her fingertip slipped effortlessly into her sodden cunt with barely a trace of resistance, feminine arousal almost dripping into her hand as she licked her lips. "Fuck - you look so good..."

"Delilah..." Ian whined. "Oh Delilah..." He swiftly scooped Delilah up in his strong arms and laid her on the bed, leaning over her heaving body, his breath washing over her hard pink nipples. "I want you Delilah..."

Delilah squirmed lustfully in anticipation on the bed. "Hurry darling... hurry!"

Needing no further encouragement, Ian roughly pushed Delilah's legs apart, groaning with desire, holding his erection in one hand to guide it towards her crotch. For a long moment he paused, trembling, his gaze fixated on the woman panting needfully beneath him - then he thrust his cock deep into Delilah's sopping wet pussy, burying himself inside her with one swift stroke. Ian groaned loudly, trembling with excitement, relishing the heat of Delilah's body surrounding his shaft -

"YES!" Delilah cried triumphantly, revelling in the glorious feeling of Ian inside her. The badger's sudden penetration had temporarily satiating the desire she had felt building all the way from the bistro, but it wasn't long before the sensation of his deliciously hot shaft shifting inside her triggered a whole new set of lustful desires. Delilah pulled him roughly down on top of her, wrapping her legs around Ian's waist and clawing desperately at his back, almost sobbing with delight. "That's it, you gorgeous man - yes!"

"Ahhhh.... ohhhhhhhh!" Ian moaned, whimpering in ecstasy above the lusty woman beneath him, the sudden and violent fulfilment of pent-up anticipation bringing tears to his eyes. Trapped by Delilah's impassioned embrace, he could do little more than savagely grind his crotch against hers, desperately attempting to thrust every last millimetre of his cock into her hot searing depths as she bucked and writhed like a wild animal beneath him. Ian gasped for breath, his chest heaving with exertion, crying Delilah's name over and over with the sheer joy of their lovemaking welling up inside. After a few frenzied minutes he dimly became aware that Delilah was trying to push him up off her...

"Let me on top darling," Delilah managed to gasp, releasing Ian's waist from the vice-like grip of her legs. "Too heavy this way... want to ride you!"

Within moments the couple had rolled over on the bed, Delilah now straddling the gasping badger, marvelling that he had managed to keep his cock inside during the manoeuvre. Now on top, she leaned forwards over him, her hands on his chest and her breasts proudly swaying underneath her heaving chest. Delilah panted heavily with excitement, licking her lips, her face framed by her tousled hair and her eyes lit with the fire of desire - then, with what must have been unimaginable self control, she slowly lifted her hips up from Ian's quivering body, letting his thick fat cock slowly slide of of her pussy to the point where it was about to pop out. Delilah held herself poised at that point for what seemed an excruciatingly long time, before dropping down on him again, the badger's shaft almost immediately vanishing up between her legs again with an obscene squelch. She shuddered, crying out with pleasure, savouring the feeling of her sex being filled with his hot flesh. "Ohhhhhhh!"

Ian instinctively thrust up into her, grunting and moaning as he struggled to keep up with the wild woman now remorselessly riding him, fucking him without mercy as the clawtips on her fingers dug into his flesh. This was sex, pure and unadulterated, all inhibitions obliterated in a tidal wave of mutual lust. With her long blonde hair flying about her face and shoulders, her tongue hanging out of her open mouth as she frantically clawed at him with her fingers and drove her crotch against his hips, Delilah had never looked more magnificent - all thoughts of holding back, of pacing oneself, of cool calculation as to what was and what was not to be had dissolved into a single-minded pursuit of orgasmic pleasure. And the fire that had been steadily building in his loins was now threatening to burst forth -

"Oh gods... oh god Delilah - I'm gonna..." Ian whined helplessly. He desperately grabbed her hips with both hands, forcing her down on top of him, struggling to contain himself. "Gonna cum darling... can't hold back...!"

The sight of Ian writhing desperately beneath her spurred Delilah to new heights of ecstasy, the mauling of her rump and hips by his impassioned hands serving only to push harder against his resistance. She too could feel what promised to be a cataclysmic orgasm approaching, and the first warnings of her partner's climax turned her on even more. All the romancing, all of the dancing, every minute of that seemingly-endless taxi ride, and every moment of their lovemaking had built up to this point - and right now it was racing towards them both like a freight train.

"Come on darling, cum in me you sweet wonderful man!" Delilah whimpered, bracing herself for the soon-to-arrive exquisite peak, "Make me cum too... fill me up... oh god... I want you, I want you, Iwantyou-IwantyouIwant - aaaaAAAHHHHH!"

At that moment Delilah's and Ian's orgasms finally hit, tearing through them both with what seemed like the explosion of a thousand suns as their cries and howls of triumph echoed throughout the bedroom. Delilah shuddered in exquisite agony, screaming out to the ceiling while waves of unimaginable pleasure ripped through her body. Every atom of her body felt so alive, almost bursting with sheer joy... the sense of giving so much so freely and receiving so much in return was overwhelming! She could hear Ian's triumphal cries of exhilaration from below mingling with her own, and within seconds the sensation of hot thick liquid flooding deep within her brought tears of pure happiness coursing down her cheeks. I can feel him cum inside me! Delilah silently cried. I'm cumming so hard, and he's cumming inside me too - oh god, he's filling me up, I can feel it! Oooooh... so much love inside me - ohhhhhhhh!

All too soon, the tsunami of emotion and release that had been pent up for the evening subsided, leaving both Delilah and Ian tumbling together in the massive backwash of emotion. Raggedly gasping for breath, Delilah collapsed onto Ian's heaving chest, clutching at the old badger, gazing with a new-found sense of adoration at the wonderful male who had brought her to such heights of rapture. For his part, Ian was totally spent, unable to do much more than stroke Delilah's flowing blonde locks of hair with one hand, whispering sweet terms of endearment as she feebly covered his muzzle and neck with kisses.

"Oh Ian... darling Ian... thank you oh thank you oh darling..."

* * * * *

The soft light of morning found Delilah snuggled into Ian's embrace, the badger's arms wrapped around her from behind and protectively holding her to him as the pair lay in a contented slumber under the first rays of dawn.

Delilah woke first, sleepily blinking in the soft light and stifling a yawn. She mumbled contentedly to herself, luxuriating in the warmth of Ian's body against hers, for a few blessed moments feeling wonderfully at peace with herself and the world. Despite her profession it was somewhat unusual for a male to spend the whole night in bed with her - that normally being a privilege that she charged dearly for - and the novelty of the experience was proving to be quite satisfying. Delilah could almost pretend for the moment that she wasn't in the business of love-for-hire. That this was no mere business transaction -

Delilah's eyes flew open with the shock of sudden realisation, the memories of the previous evening returning to her. Hang on, last night wasn't work, it wasn't business - but I went to bed with him anyway. A customer.. and a regular one at that.

Shit.

Carefully disentangling herself from his embrace, Delilah eased herself out of bed, standing unsteadily in the dim morning light. For at least a minute she just stood there, contemplating the sight before her of the still-slumbering male. What was I thinking last night? part of her mind fumed. Sleeping with a client without payment, you never do that or else they'll expect it all the time... what the hell? Why? But even as that part of her raged against what she had done, deep down Delilah knew why she had allowed this to happen: because despite knowing what she was and what she did, Ian had wined and dined her like she was an old friend, never demanding or insinuating what he wanted in return for his generous hospitality_..._ simply content with enjoying her company.

Treating her like a lady.

Not like a whore 'on the clock'.

Something which Delilah hadn't experienced for... well, years if she was honest with herself. And she liked it.

The rising sun steadily brightened the room further through the drawn curtains, and for the first time Delilah got a good look at the room in which she had awoken. The first thing that struck her was how old-fashioned the décor was - practically everything in the room from the patterned orange and brown wallpaper to the carpet, Formica-topped dresser and bedside tables gave the appearance of coming from an era where tie-dyed shirts and flares were fashionable. She half-expected to see a lava-lamp on proud display on the table on Ian's side of the bed... but after peering over the sleeping badger's shoulder all Delilah could see was an antique transistor radio - and a a wooden photo frame with a black band taped over a top corner.

Her curiosity getting the better of her, Delilah quietly crept around to the other side of the bed, and knelt down by the table to get a better look at the photo. The old black and white eight-by-twelve had faded over the years, but it was still possible to see a much younger Ian in a suit standing proudly before what looked like a church. Beside him in the photo was an attractive and somewhat plump female badger in a wedding dress, standing nearly as tall as Ian and flashing a look of utter joy to the camera. With a sudden lurch of emotion Delilah realised that the woman in the photo was Ian's late wife Grace, of whom he had told the canine about on a previous booking... and as she looked closer, she noticed a simple gold wedding band tied with black ribbon to the photo frame. For a long moment Delilah silently stared at the tableaux in the photo, the image triggering memories of her own past.

He looks so happy there, Delilah thought. They look about the same age as when Alex and I got hitched... and it looks like theirs lasted longer than what ours did. She traced a finger over the glass of the frame. I wonder if they had kids? Ian never mentioned sons or anything. Delilah quietly chuckled. Though to be fair, in my experience family's not something you feel like talking about while fucking a hooker, even your favourite!

A mischievous thought occurred to her, causing a sly grin to slowly steal across her muzzle. Quietly climbing back onto the bed, Delilah gently eased the still slumbering badger onto his back, taking care not to wake him while she carefully slipped a pillow back under his head. For a few minutes Delilah knelt beside Ian and simply watched him, taking a quiet pleasure at seeing her lover of the previous night lying so peacefully before her, the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest strangely soothing. Then with a self-satisfied smirk, Delilah's gaze moved to the fat stubby limp sausage of Ian's cock lying on his belly and began to stroke it with the tips of her fingers. Almost immediately it began to twitch and slowly stiffen in response to her touch -

Let's see if I can get going before he wakes up properly, Delilah sniggered softly. It felt strangely liberating, performing sexual acts on a male because she wanted to, not because she was paid to... and the heightened sense of control was also turning out to be quite arousing too! She could feel Ian's erection swell in her hand as she continued to stroke him, the slowly expanding girth of his shaft easing her fingers apart. Come on Ian, that's a good boy - get nice and hard for me...

It wasn't long before Delilah's expert attentions had gotten Ian's cock fully erect, standing hard and proud above his belly. She had seen it in this state quite a number of times, of course, but there was something about it this time that made it even more exciting to look at... licking her lips, she lowered herself down so that her muzzle was level with his stiff erection. Delilah gently blew over the tip, her warm breath causing the badger's cock to twitch - then slowly, carefully, the canine began to run her tongue sensuously up and down its length, licking over the head and down towards his ball-sac. She sighed happily, squirming with delight, gradually coating Ian's rock-hard shaft with glistening saliva while he lay back oblivious to her attentions. He must be really out to it from last night, Delilah grinned. Though it hasn't stopped his little friend from playing!

Time to up the ante. Delilah gave one long last lick from the bottom of Ian's balls to the very top of his shaft, the tip of her tongue dancing around his cock-head and licking up the first few drops of pre-cum oozing from his cock. Licking her lips, she then slowly took the badger's erection into her mouth, gently easing the shiny tip between her lips. Her tongue pressed against his cock-head, massaging and teasing, thick saliva coating the slippery latex as Delilah carefully took more of Ian's shaft into her eager mouth. It was best to start slow with giving Ian a blowjob, Delilah reminded herself, the old badger being surprisingly well-endowed for a male of his age. The last thing she wanted - especially at this time - was to strain her jaw from trying to take his fat cock too quickly...

As if on cue, Ian began to wake up, sleepily blinking his eyes and gradually becoming aware of the most delightful - and erotic - sensations emanating from between his legs. He had been having a most wonderful dream, where a pretty young woman had spent the night with him, and they had indulged in the most wonderful acts of love together. And right now it was particularly vivid... almost as though it was real. Of course it wasn't, but -

"Oooooh lovely... ahhhhh... ohhhhh..." Ian sleepily murmured, his eyes struggling to focus as he suddenly realised that he was indeed awake - and that the wonderful treatment his cock was getting was very, very real. And indeed, it appeared that a rather familiar face was even now gently bobbing up and down around his crotch, his cock alternately appearing and disappearing in her muzzle. "Is.. is that you, Delilah?"

Delilah giggled, the sound muffled by Ian's cock in her mouth.

"Oh my..." Ian started, hastily raising himself up on his elbows. "Ohhhhh... so good..."

Slender fingers stroked and teased the old badger's shaft and balls, soft moans of pleasure floating up to fill Ian's ears while Delilah continued to tease him with her eager tongue and mouth, her eyes half-closed with pleasure...

"More darling, more..."

Delilah worked away at his cock with a will, noisily slurping and sucking at his rock-hard shaft, licking and teasing the tip like a contented child with an ice-lolly before hungrily swallowing his length almost down to the base. She moaned contentedly with each stroke, revelling in the sensation of his cock bumping at the back of her throat, occasionally glancing up to see the now fully-awake badger whimpering with pleasure above her. Delilah's free hand expertly fondled Ian's ballsac, fingers occasionally teasing his tailhole while she continued to alternately swallow and lick his cock -

"Oh... Delilah... gonna... ahhhh!"

A loud groan of pure pleasure filled Delilah's ears as Ian's orgasm suddenly hit, the badger's whole body tensing in anticipation before tossing his head back against the pillow, howling with delight as a torrent of semen suddenly erupted into Delilah's mouth. Ian lay back helpless as the intense sensations of his climax washed over him, watching Delilah with amazement while she swallowed his cum, hungrily milking his cock and noisily swallowing every drop as if it were nectar - finally taking his fat quivering member all the way down her throat as the last waves of potent orgasm yielded a last tiny dribble of liquid. For what seemed like an eternity Delilah remained still, her nose buried in Ian's crotch while the badger's erection remained buried deep in her muzzle... then slowly, deliberately, she lifted her head up and away from him, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with a few stray strands of cum forming a momentary connection before the now softening member flopped back onto Ian's belly. Delilah looked up and grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand before licking the last remaining dribbles of cum from her lips.

"Ahhh... ohhh... ahhh!" Ian gasped happily, struggling to raise himself into a sitting position. "Oh gods... a simple 'good morning' is going to seem quite impersonal after that, Delilah!"

Delilah giggled, leaning forwards and swinging a leg over his body to straddle him on all fours. "You liked it though, obviously!" she cheekily replied, kissing each of his cheeks before passionately kissing the exhausted badger on the mouth. "And it is Valentine's Day today, after all!"

"So it is!" Ian chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, burying his face in her long blonde locks. "So it is... and I can't think of a nicer present than the one I have now!" He kissed her tenderly on the neck, breathing in the fragrance of her body. "It's been a long time, Delilah... so very long." He paused. "And if you'd like to bring that pretty rump of yours over here, I'd like to thank you properly..."

Delilah glanced at the bedside clock. "Sure thing darling," she said softly, gently releasing herself from Ian's embrace before expertly swinging around and exposing her pert backside to him. She lowered herself down onto his body, her leg straddling his chest, shuffling backwards until her pussy was mere inches from his expectant muzzle, her tail hiked up in expectation.

"Ahhh... perfect!" Ian sighed happily, positioning himself between Delilah's legs, marvelling at the sight and aroma before him. He tenderly stroked the swollen bud of Delilah's clit with one glistening finger before lifting himself up to run his tongue around her netherlips.

"Don't stop darling - oh god!" Delilah yelped in ecstasy, squirming helplessly above ther mercilessly-teasing badger, panting and sighing with pleasure while his tongue danced over her cunny, and in some instances inside her... "Don't you dare stop doing that... ohhhhhhhh!"

* * * * *

Streams of late morning sunlight streamed through the garden window onto the dining table where a breakfast for two was in the process of being finished. Ian had insisted that he cook Delilah breakfast, and although Delilah was more of a cereal, coffee and cigarette-type person, the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen was more than enough to tempt her to change her mind. She had showered and dressed, ready to face the day, her cocktail dress, shoes, and stockings looking strangely out of place compared to the simple towelling bathrobe that Ian wore as he happily bustled about the kitchen.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Ian asked, placing the remainder of the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. "More juice, coffee, anything like that?"

"Ah... no thanks, I'm fine," Delilah replied, finishing off the last of her bacon and sausages. She happily settled back in the dining chair, the sense of sheer joy and warmth from their earlier lovemaking still flowing through her. It seemed that she and Ian just couldn't keep their hands off each other, giggling and fondling each other like a pair of horny teenagers before their passions exploded into frenzied sex again and again. It was only the realisation that it was getting late and that breakfast was severely overdue that eventually prompted the couple to put some clothes on and leave the bedroom. "That was a lovely breakfast... you're a pretty good cook, I'd have to say!"

"Aw... it wasn't that special," Ian said, blushing slightly through his fur. "It was only an omelette..."

"Yeah, but it was _great! Y_ou won't believe the excuses for breakfasts I've seen served up in hotels, and believe me, I've seen a few."

"Well I'm glad that you enjoyed it. Very glad." Ian paused, suddenly hesitant. As wonderful as the previous evening and subsequent morning had been, the cold light of reality were starting to fall upon him. I know she's a hooker, and I'm just her client, but... last night and this morning was more like we were lovers. Does she want to see me as her 'boyfriend', will all that entails? "Um, Delilah... "

"Yes, Ian?"

"About last night..." The old badger breathed deeply, collecting his thoughts. Even after all this time alone without Grace, do I want that kind of relationship? I don't know, I really don't... maybe last night was a mistake, but hot damn - it was so wonderful!

"It was great fun, a... lovely surprise, and a very unexpected pleasure," Delilah softly replied, outwardly calm but with a thousand unsettling thoughts racing through her mind. Did we cross over that line between client and lover last night? I like him as a regular, and he's a lovely old guy... but an actual relationship? Do I even want a relationship, especially with a punter? One thought in particular flashed into the forefront of her mind. Good lord, after last night can I ever expect Ian to pay for my services again? Delilah winced at the last thought, momentarily angry with herself for thinking such a mercenary thing, especially after all the kindness Ian had shown her. "I had a wonderful time... it really meant a lot to me," she added.

"Same here... I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Ian paused. "I hope... well, I wouldn't want it to, you know... what we are to each other," he hesitantly ventured. "Unless..." He fiddled awkwardly with a tea-towel handing from the oven door handle.

"You... still want to see me though, Ian?" Delilah softly replied, looking Ian right in the eye. For several long moments they gazed at each other, their faces expressing emotions that no words could describe.

Ian smiled. "I'd like nothing better than to keep seeing you," he said eventually. "That is, if you've happy to."

"I am." Delilah took a deep breath. No... I don't think I'm quite ready for more than this yet. Maybe later - but not now. I hope he takes it okay. "The same... arrangement as usual?"

The look of relief on Ian's face told Delilah everything she needed to know. "Yeah... I'd like that," he answered softly. "Next week, perhaps?"

"Sounds good to me."

"I'll look forward to it."

"Me too." Delilah murmured. She rose from the table, picking up her coat from the back of the dining chair. "Sorry to be a nuisance, but I really need to be getting back home," she said, walking over to where Ian was stacking the breakfast dishes in the sink. She gently placed her hands on his broad shoulders. "Mum's coming over for dinner tonight, and I need to get the place ready."

Ian nodded, hugging Delilah tightly. "Take care Delilah," he whispered softly, kissing her gently on the lips. "Thanks for everything."

"Thank you Ian... thanks again for a wonderful time. Call me soon, eh?"

And as she walked out the front door into the morning sun Delilah was filled with a nostalgic sense of happiness, almost skipping down the street with the sheer joy of it all. For one special night, she had been reminded of something she thought had been lost forever.

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