A Discreet Meeting
#6 of One Shots
This is a story about an adulterous couple both above the age of consent. Be ready for a surprise while reading. This story is told in the first person and focuses more on feelings, sensations, and thoughts.
All Characters are my creations and are copywrite to me (Ghosty/Ghostwolf)
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A Discreet Meeting
It's cold; I can feel it in my bones but I can't complain, for I know in the next few minutes I'll be warmed beyond my imagination. I'm here again at our meeting place, a quiet back street with silent apartments on one side and a park on the other. It's not the first time I've been here either; almost every weekend for three years and the rush is always, intoxicating.
Weekend after weekend, it's the same; we enjoy a night out with our friends then sometime after midnight one of us will receive a text message on our cell phone. It's a signal, usually only a time given and nothing else; it's all we need. I was the one who sent the message this time after paying for enough strong drink to make my friends forget what time I told them I was going home. That's what they think at least.
I can hear foot steps now, she's coming. I turn to see her approach and as always, it is a sight to lift the soul. I follow her silhouette as she approaches steadily, the click of her heels almost sounding in time with my gathering heartbeat. She passes under the cold white glow of a street light and I see her clearly for the first time this week. This female, no, this lady, is a picture of perfection; she is a wolf, like my self but, her fur and hair is black as a raven's feathers where mine is a stark pale grey. Lust is her colour tonight though; her exquisite body is clad in red, a cocktail dress with matching heels and purse that make her look like the sultry devil she is inside. I've never worried about that though; courting this devil is disguise is always a pleasure. I see her in short flashes beneath one street light, then a silhouette again, then back in the light; each time she gets closer the view of her sharpens and it warms my blood as she does.
She sees me as she approaches; her amber eyes sparkle in the frosted rime of our surroundings; she smiles tenderly at me as she grips a ring at the base of her finger. I know she does this to taunt me, but I don't mind; the one she married loves her in a fashion, but not like I do, he never could. I have met her mate on a few occasions but he seems oblivious to the fact his wife treads a darker adulterous path. He doesn't matter anyway, we've never been caught and never will be; we're too good at this particular game.
She's here now, in front of me; the ring is gone from her finger and she lets it slide from her paw into her purse, her eyes on me all the while. I see what no-one else sees in those eyes; loneliness, longing, passion, need... Love. It's always the same; she wears an invisible mask that hides her true feelings. I often wonder if I am the only one that sees her like this, I even ask her on occasion; she only ever answers with a sad smile.
We reach out to each other and embrace slowly; her touch is like electricity to me, it sets my heart beating like a raging storm. It's good to know that after so long she still has this effect on me. If someone had seen us now they might think we had not seen each other in over a decade and were finally letting lost love catch up at a rapid pace.
She is in my arms now; I'll never deny how wonderful she feels; her gentle curves, soft fur and warmth, they're like a magic spell to me. Once she is with me I feel empowered and in control, yet at the same time completely at her mercy; it is a strange feeling, but then love isn't something easily described.
We kiss and I breathe in her scent; her perfume is subtle tonight, I can guess why, and judging by the tension I feel ebbing away from her now I know why. She is in heat. It's unusual at this time of year and her natural scent is overpowering. I know this with certainty now, our closeness reveals it to me and in seconds; it is almost like she was never wearing perfume at all. She did this for me, I know this too; she always makes it easy for me when her heat arrives. I don't blame her either; it makes the evening more enjoyable for both of us.
"A drink first my love?" I ask quietly. I always do; she is a delicate lady, though few would know it; she needn't hear harder spoken words from me, the world does enough of that every day.
My dark beauty shakes her head. "Take me home and love me Stephen." She whispers back. Who am I to deny such a lady? I will take her home and love her; my home, as always.
I feel her fur bristle slightly and I offer her my coat. She accepts it graciously and wraps herself tightly in the long black material. I flirt with the thought of asking why she doesn't have her own with her on such a cold night, but I suspect I know the answer already. She just wanted to look good for me. I have no objections; but the risks on such a cold night make me worry about her sometimes. I know better than to argue, I'll just hint that she should wear one next time.
We walk quickly, avoiding large crowds and familiar looking individuals on main streets as I guide her back to my home even though the city seems quiet tonight; being callous in a relationship such as ours brings no rewards for either of us; caution and a special care have kept our affair safe for this long and I see no reason to relax until we are behind closed doors and thick curtains.
As we arrive at my apartment I am, as always swift to hide my mistress from prying eyes. My neighbours have never caught on to our activities and I like that arrangement. We're no sooner through the front door and our paws reach for each other. I once tried to tell myself that our quickness to touch and kiss each other was just the energy of young love; with the duration of our relationship though I doubt that now. I simply embrace it as raw passion.
I feel her claws brush through my hair and down my neck to my shoulders as she calls out to me with a soft whimper of need. "Stephen, hold me tight." I know this call all to well, she's been neglected at home again; it's not a regularly occurring event, every few months for a week or two at worst, but that's when her need for me grows strongest. Again, who am I to deny my dusky beauty?
"Alexis." I growl softly in her ear as my paws roam her back and flanks. She likes this; I know so, whispers and growls drive this female wild. I can even feel a shiver run down her spine as I speak. It's a small amount of power to have over someone, but one greatly appreciated and never taken for granted.
She forces her self closer to me; her arms wrap around my neck as she raises her thigh to my hip. It's been a while since she was this enthusiastic, it can't have been an easy week for her. I indulge her need in a heartbeat; already I'm unzipping her dress and pressing my paws firmly to her body, she gasps softly as I move and caress her gradually exposing body. Her thigh is next; I glide a paw up its length, pushing the skirt of her cocktail dress higher before teasingly moving my paw to her backside and giving a firm but gentle squeeze. She sighs in relief at this, as if the slightest touch to her lower regions acknowledges that she will be satisfied tonight. Personally I thought my message was enough to guarantee that outcome.
She breaks our embrace for a moment, locking me with a desirable stare that no male worth his salt would dare turn down. In those seconds when she straightens her body, I watch her dress slide effortlessly from her slender body to a crumpled heap at her feet as she steps out of her heels and drops her purse. "Romance can wait." She purrs. "Just love me now."
Pity, I was looking forward to telling her how beautiful she was again, but it could wait; it wouldn't be the first time we had romantic pillow talk after making love. I waste no time with my lover and scoop her up in my arms, then carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down gently as she giggles; a sound I never tire of hearing and one I know that actions such as picking her up and carrying her places induces. She turns to face me and slowly unbuttons my shirt then my belt and trousers. It is a slow affair but one that we both enjoy, I just wish undressing her had been so slow and sensual as she had made it for me this evening; perhaps next time.
Her paws are truly gifted; before we had even entered the apartment I was hard with anticipation, but those paws have a way of finding that little extra inside me. She's never fast with this, she likes to take her time and enjoy what she's doing. She's not so simple with her ministrations either; where most would be satisfied with being stroked off quickly, my beautiful Alexis massages my shaft and testis in the slowest and most sensual manner, using her breath and claws to extract every exquisite moment of pleasure from me. It's not all she does either; her paws like to roam while she does this, brushing between my thighs, over my hips and buttocks she even lets her cold paw pad brush and tap gently at my anus. I'd say she has a dirty mind, but it would be no more so than mine.
I raise my eyebrows suggestively as her paw pad touches that sensitive ring of my flesh. She smiles in return but shakes her head; it seems her tail hole is off limits tonight. It's no big deal and less work to make sure I don't hurt her.
My Alexis is good at what she does and when we have talked about foreplay in the past she likened it to a well choreographed dance; every action must be carefully measured before the next step is taken to ensure the most pleasure come from what you are doing. I must say that I am thankful for all the practice we have had. She teases me to the point where she can see my face strain for release, then and only then she allows her mouth to take my length.
She is a tender creature, even like this. She draws breath around me, inhaling my scent as her tongue slowly massages the underside and tip of my shaft and before long she slides her muzzle back and forth along my pulsing flesh. It is a wonderful sensation made all the more delightful when she presses my shaft to the roof of her mouth, the ridges there and the warm wetness surrounding me is almost too much. However, we play this game often and well; I still have some control of myself when I'm with her. I feel her claws raking my backside gently now as she moves faster; she must really be desperate for me. I stroke her hair gently and carefully lay my paws at the back of her head then slowly buck into her mouth. It's been more than a month since she last wanted me to cum in her mouth, but she is eager and I am willing. I won't disappoint her.
Her hungry moan accompanies my subtle growl of release; she has her mouth locked tight around me; she will drink all I give her. Had we been enjoying this act while out on the town, no-one would suspect her at least. Always the tidy lady is Alexis. She swallows everything and after a moment moves back, releasing me from her warm honeyed mouth before resting back on the bed. A well ordered dance this is indeed; the smile on her muzzle tells me that it is my turn. She knows how I am with her when she wants oral sex. As she grasps her breasts and gently bites her lower lip I know she doesn't want me to be too gentle.
I smile lovingly at her as I kneel at the side of the bed, her legs parting and raising to rest on my shoulders as I get closer. She likes this, as do I; there is a closeness we feel this way that we never truly tire of. Her scent burns in my nostrils now, it is strong and heady; I am glad I can still think straight and didn't drink too much tonight. Her scent is more intoxicating than alcohol anyway; it's how a truly get drunk; drunk with passion for my lady, my mistress, my Alexis.
I don't ask her for permission to start or for her readiness; we wouldn't be here if we weren't ready. I gently part her soft fleshy lips with my fingers and slowly draw my tongue along her slit; her soft gasp tells me she has been waiting for this for some time. She tastes divine, and it is a taste I am loathed to give up in a hurry; I think she counts on this. My tongue flits slowly along her tender flesh, catching every nerve, extracting light twitches and pleasant moans from my lover. I feel her legs tighten and her feet press more firmly against my back; if she could talk now she would be begging me to continue without pause. Just as well I know her body language as intimately as I do.
Minutes pass as I lick and swirl my tongue around her nether regions, our scents growing stronger with each tick of the clock. I move my paws slowly up and over her thighs and hips to her stomach, then trail them down while my tongue still works its magic on her. I feel her body arch at my touch; she knows what's coming. I graze my claws over the most tender part of her slit and her body jerks upright in an instant; her legs cross across my back and her paws grasp my head strongly; she won't hurt me though, not intentionally and if she did I wouldn't mind, I care too much for her to let little scrapes or bumps get in the way of our relationship. She tries to call out for more, but I know how sensitive she is and how she reacts, I'll hear nothing but her muted squeals for the next few minutes as she rides this out with me.
I'm where I want to be right now, so close, so wrapped up in my lover's embrace I couldn't get away if I wanted to. With a gentle push I slip my long wet tongue into her waiting depths and feel her true heat. It is overpowering, her body is already spasming and I feel the gentle ripple wash through her innards along with her own sexual fluids. She rides out the sensation, holding me in place. There is a calming delight to be had being this close to my lover; feeling every tremor, every bristling of her soft fur, every mewling squeal of desire and passion. I told her this once and she demanded a day of my attention; suffice to say it was gladly given and we grew closer in that time. It takes a little time, but she finally relaxes and collapses back onto the bed. I gently stroke and massage her legs for a moment, occasionally nipping and kissing them; it's a small thing but it keeps a special feeling to our relationship knowing that affection can be shown in so many gentler and subtle ways.
She calls for me to join her on the bed and I am only too happy to join her. Our eyes meet as I crawl up her prone form; already I see the change in her, the tension and the neglect is fading, but as always the love I see in her eyes for me burns ever strong. I feel her paws slide around my sides and up my back, her claws delicately trace through my fur as she pulls her self against me. Instinctively I wrap an arm around her waist and keep her close. I feel the gentle brush of her tail against mine and we lie together fully stretched out. I feel her heart in her chest, it thunders like my own, steady, and heavy with the pregnant pressure of what we know is about to happen next. We don't wait long to give in to release.
So attuned are we as lovers that she has moved her body perfectly while under me and I feel my tip penetrate her depths. I don't know how she manages after we have been lovers for so long, but she remains as tight as the first time I took her away from her husband and made her my secret lover and mate. It makes me wonder if her husband has every properly knotted his wife. I never ask; some things I may be curious about, but are best left unsaid. Not that it matters, we have tied together many times without fear and without consequence. Not for lack of trying mind you, my lover is infertile, even during her heat; I offered to pay for her fertility treatment but she refused, she didn't want to ruin her husband's illusion of a perfect life. I can't say I agree with him about it being perfect, how could it be when the woman you claim to love finds comfort in the arms of another behind your back? I guess ignorance is bliss to some after all.
She draws a shuddering breath as I feel myself slide deep within her; we hold our position for a moment and smile lovingly at each other. She cups my face in her paws and kisses me softly, slowly. It's a kiss we share often, one that speaks volumes of the places our hearts belong. We part lips only for her to coil herself around my body once more as we begin another dance, one that can lead many places and while practiced in many positions and many times over, no dance is ever the same.
I feel her paw press against my shoulder and I roll onto my back to let her take control. As she sits upright I see that this is what she wants. We've barely spoken since we first met this evening but the look in her eyes; and on her muzzle says more than any conversation could. She wants control for now; her frustration needs to be worked out her way. I reach up and gently stroke down her body, extracting a raspy breath of excitement from her. I nod to her and she smiles with a single tear of joy running down her cheek. She begins to move, slowly at first as she gets used to my size again. As her rhythm builds I begin my own subtle motions with my hips and my paws; she grins seductively, always a good sign that I am keeping her happy without interrupting what she wants. Our movements become one with each other, each thrust or swirl of the hips a compliment to the others motion. Another well ordered dance indeed.
We caress each other all the while; a gentle teasing with a claw, a firm caress with a paw, even the brushing together of our arms, legs and tails build the passion of the moment but the sounds we make would barely be heard from the next room if someone stressed their senses to listen. We have always been quiet lovers vocally, something that has stood us in good stead in our relationship; I am thankful though that actions speak louder than words. If the passion we had for each other in our movements could be expressed as a sound, it would shake the city apart, but that's only my opinion.
My lover's athletic side never ceases to get the better of me. We lay facing each other one minute then in the time it takes me to call her name in a soft growl, I find she has faced away from me, and I barely registered the fact that she had pulled off of me to turn herself around. I smile as she looks back over her shoulder and winks at me playfully. I like this turn of events; her frustrations melt away so fast when we make love that she wants to play instead of simply de-stress through making love only.
I change my motions as she changed her position; with her back to me I'm in charge now. My pale grey paws rest on her backside and gently bounce her up and down and occasionally back and forth. The movement creates an interesting rippling bounce to her backside, in which her tail is held high and I am presented with a perfect view of our copulation, her anus and the magnificent shape of her body. She giggles softly and moans soft words of love and passion; I reply in earnest and reach forward to grasp her wrists. She smirks at this and leans back against me letting me buck deeper into her warm moist tunnel. She supports herself on outstretched fingertips as my paws leave her wrists and reach for a new bounty.
Her breasts are enveloped by my paws, they are not large, but they are of ample size for a lady like Alexis. I trap her nipples between my fingers and she squeals sharply but quietly in delight; her hair trails across my chest, tickling me softly as it brushes over my fur. I bite the tips of her ears gently and she calls out for more; I can only oblige as a gently rake my claws over the soft flesh of her breasts and down her tummy. I feel her muscles clench at the sensation. "Only your paws." She calls out. I understand perfectly; her husband is not so certain about how to excite my lover and he never bothers to learn. I feel no shame in knowing I put time and effort into the relationship I share with the wolfess in my paws.
I draw my paws to her back again and push her forward onto all fours slowly. She turns back to stare at me again; her eyes have the need in them again. She purrs to me with her breathy voice "Mount me." She knows she didn't need to ask, but we have a taste for a little theatricality every now and then, and Alexis always plays her role perfectly when it surfaces.
I crawl up behind her, my paws gliding up her thighs and waist, down her arms and finally my paws lock with hers. She gives a soft whine of submission and lowers herself a little as I guide myself back into her warm slit. This is what she likes the most. Not me taking her from behind and sitting up holding her waist, but here, close and touching her body with mine, my mouth by her ear to whisper the things she wants and needs to hear. I take my time with her, it's only right to let my lover feel wanted, needed and loved for as long as possible, and this is how she likes it.
We move gently together; I kiss her neck, shoulders and cheek often and lovingly. She whimpers and moans softly; it is a cry for more attention and more often. How I wish we could do this every day for the rest of our lives. She rolls her hips slowly as I thrust and she murrs softly as she feels something else she wants.
My knot is swelling gradually; how fitting that we are in our favourite position for this to happen "You want this don't you?" I growl softly into her ear. She shivers at my tone and nods, I knew she would. I make my thrusts longer and a little faster as she pants her approval and moves faster with me. Keeping her close I tuck her arms into her body, mine over hers in a lovers embrace; she moans softly to me her body beginning to twitch and spasm in my grasp.
"I love you." I tell her as I hold her down on me for a long moment, my shaft sinking ever deeper into her as my knot ties us together. Our union now complete, she lets her body take control as orgasm races through her body. I wish I could say I had the self control to hold back a little longer, but when my lover releases when we are tied, even my body has to give into its primal need. She tries to cry out again, but it is only a cry that barely makes it past my ears; so soft, so delicate, so satisfied.
I roll onto my side as my seed floods her womb and pussy, her own fluids mixing with mine as we hold together for a long moment. She lay quietly next to me and I hold her close, if I could I would keep her here forever I would; sadly though, she is not mine to keep. We doze in the afterglow of the moment; I swear she loves being held as much as I love holding her. There is an honesty to it that defies explanation, all I can say is; it feels right. She turns to me eventually and smiles. "I love you too." She purrs.
Our night fills with whispered conversation of our love and desire, of troubles and worries, solutions and resolutions. She commands me to attend to her needs again and I oblige; my lover is nothing if not needy for physical attention at times like this. We make love long into the night and explore each other in depth again and again until exhaustion finally takes us. I hold her to me, stroking her hair and kissing her softly until we both fall under the spell of sleep.
I wake in the morning to feel my lover's soft paw stroking my cheek. "Time for me to go Stephen." She says softly as I press my paw to hers and keep in against me. She smiles and kisses me tenderly then steps away. I open my eyes to see her step from my bedroom in the dress she had arrived in. I rise quickly and follow her to the front door. I place my paw over the latch before she can open it; she stares into my eyes lovingly and kisses me again. I would say when ever she leaves I feel weak and would do anything for her to stay, but she always slips away; the one thing that keeps me sane is knowing that she'll be back. I take hold of her again, wrapping my arm around her and kissing her with all my love and affection.
"Will I see you next week?" I ask with a dry throat. She nods and gently scratches the grey fur on my chest. I kiss her again and tell her I love her. She tells me the same and moves my paw from the door latch with effortless grace. She blows me a kiss as she leaves and gives me a lover's stare that could never be denied. Then she is gone from my apartment and outside to get in the taxi that I know she has already called. I move to my front window and stare out at her as she opens the taxi's door; I catch her eye and she blows me another kiss, then holds her paw to her heart. I return the gesture before she enters the taxi and is taken home. I'll see her again, I always do; it's a love like no other we share. What more can I say?...
I love my sister.