Facade
#3 of Short Stories
The events described within are entirely fictitious. Any similarities to reality are pure coincidence. This piece contains acts of sex. Do not read if you are under 18 and/or not of the legal age in your area. The author reserves all rights. No part of this may be copied or used without the author's permission. Do not distribute without the author's permission.
Facade
The waiting room of Cincinnati airport is much like any you will find around the world. Bustling with people, not quite, running to and from flights, long queues of people waiting for their turn at the ticket counters or for customs staff, and all sending up a cacophony of noise. Maybe it was the fact that I had only flown once before but the close press of people really got to me and as I sat on the end of the row of black plastic chairs I wondered how he'd ever find me.
We'd met online nearly a year ago, both of us doing a creative studies paper through the same website. It started off just us chatting about our studies but quickly developed into talking about nearly everything. The school year had finished, exams were over and I'd laughingly suggested that I needed a holiday, of course he took it as a real request and instantly offered his Bach. I'd thought him joking until he directed me to a website he'd created offering to rent it out. Turns out his father had left it to him when the man had died (there was no mother and his older brother had got the family house.) I agreed, it was just going to be me soaking up rays on the beach, but then I received an email that morning, just before I flew out, saying he'd got time off work and would be picking me up.
Time passed and, just as the processed chocolate in the vending machine was looking too good to resist, my vision was suddenly cut off by two huge, furry paws covering my eyes. With an involuntary squeak of surprise I ducked out from under the grip, leapt off my seat and spun to face my attacker, who laughed. "Mark!" I yelled and leapt over the back of my chair and into the arms of the gold furred lion cub. "Hiya," he replied in my ear, hugging me back about my waist.
Eventually we broke the embrace and stepped back. Mark was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, his feet were bare, his footpads far too big and tough to bother with shoes. Gracefully he lent down and snagged up my suitcase, stuffed as it was I was surprised when he lifted it with ease. "Shall we go?" he asked offering his unoccupied arm, "I have a cab outside and lunch waiting at home, you must be hungry?" I laughed and took it, "Starving!"
Mark's beach-house was a one-and-a-half story house on the edge of Cesar Creek State Park at the edge of the city. I gasped aloud looking out the cab window as we turned into the white marble chip drive; it was edged with a flowering of plants that gave out a festivity of brilliance wherever I looked. At the end of the drive stood the Bach, a white modern-contemporary building that strained toward the backdrop of the sea. The whole thing could only be described as a suburban oasis. As Mark collected my things from the cab as I stared about the grounds, I could hear the sound of the surf on the shore and feel the salt air on my skin. "Impressed?" Mark asked from my shoulder.
I nodded "It's beautiful, can you see the beach from inside?" Gently he placed an arm about my waist, "The side facing the beach is has a deck and the whole thing is entirely glass fronted, panoramic views of the entire beach. Come inside though and see for yourself." Taking me by the hand he drew me up a flight of stairs to the front door and unlocking it led me inside. A lobby that doubled as a conservatory caught the morning sun it was furnished simply, with a long armless couch. I slipped my shoes off sinking my toes into the thick white carpet that covered the floor. "Oh Mark this is wonderful!" I exclaimed, he laughed "You realize you're swooning at my entryway? I can assure you the rest of the house is much better."
"Then let's see it!" I replied giving him a quick kiss on his muzzle before darting away into the house. I passed a small, but neatly apportioned kitchen that looked back out into the garden. On my left sliding rice paper screens concealed a parallel corridor to where I assumed the bedrooms were. A dining room with a lovely round table of polished dark carved wood. Then at the back of the house was a suspended mezzanine floor, the underneath of which had been converted into a den with cozy armchairs and a wide flatscreen.
The mezzanine, which I accessed via a flight of cantilevered stairs, was a spacious and almost minimalistic lounge that looked out through immense sliding glass doors onto the beach. A massive balcony hung suspended on the other side with a wide flight of stairs that curled down to allow access to the beach. I yanked open the doors and stepped out onto the balcony, relishing in the smoothness of the salt stained wood beneath my feet and stared out over rolling golden dunes to where blue waves crashed onto the sand. "So what do you think?" Mark asked, stepping out onto the balcony himself. "Oh it's wonderful!" I replied spinning to face him and leaning back against the handrail, "An absolute dream house!"
"I'm glad you like it." He replied walking up to me and instantly I leaned forward to kiss him, closing my eyes and running my fingers through the fur on the back of his neck. Eventually he broke the kiss and nuzzled the fur under my chin, then stopped. "Uh - I just have one thing to ask. Are you a guy?"
"What?" I blurted out my eyes snapping open.
Mark backed off and looked back at me, a hint of fright in his golden eyes. "It's just that the last time I invited someone I thought I knew over it turned out they were a guy."
I let out a laugh and then stopped once I saw the hurt on his face, "No, as far as I'm aware I've never been a guy." I replied as sincerely as I could.
"Oh right," Mark said blushing beneath his fur, "sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up."
"No you shouldn't have, but if you had wanted to check you should have just checked." Quickly I reached forward and grasped one of his massive paws, gently spreading his palm before pressing it to my crotch.
Immediately he stiffened in shock and I watched, grinning, while his gaze rolled slowly down over his arm to where I held his paw against me. His jaw fell open and he raised his eyes to meet mine before blushing deeply. Already could feel heat building in my crotch, just from the sensation of his velvet paw against my slit. I almost laughed, he still looked so shocked, instead though I gave him the most seductive look I could manage, "I want you." I whispered as I stepped into him and reached down to wrap my paw around his cock.
This time it was my turn to freeze in shock and I took an involuntary half step back. I stared down at my paw sunken in the front of his pants. Slowly my jaw dropped open and I lifted my head, he turned his aside, avoiding my gaze. "I-" I started, then I turned my back on him and ran.
Back across the deck, through the glass doors, across the lounge and down those cantilevered stairs I fled. Along the hallway to the glass lobby, my bags were still there, I yanked the door shut behind though not before I heard the lion call, "Hey, wait!"
I didn't, I grabbed my bags. Moments later I heard his muffled calling as he came along the hallway, "Please Melissa, don't go, I can explain." The doorknob rattled as he grasped it, I was out of time, and I only needed a few more seconds too. In desperation I grasped the handle one-handed, resisting him as he turned it first one way then the other. Suddenly he stopped. "Melissa? Are you still there? Please, I'm sorry, could you just open the door-"
Even before he'd finished speaking I twisted the knob and wrenched the door wide. The lion cub just stared at me for a moment before relief washed over his face, he got as far as opening his mouth before I once more grabbed his paw and pressed it against my groin. Again I felt him freeze instantly with shock, I felt my heart thud in my chest, once, twice-
"No way." His lips barely moved as the words left his mouth on a whisper of breath. "Yes way," I replied pulling myself into his arms, "go on, touch me, it's there." Stiffly his paw rubbed down over my back, smoothing my fur through my shirt. I shivered as he laid his paw against my lowest back and he stopped, "Please," I breathed into his shoulder and then gasped as his massive paw cupped my butt, pressing the soft material of the diaper I wore under my jeans securely against my flesh.
"I'd thought you'd gone," he whispered, his breath tickling the fur on my head, "I never thought, I can't believe-"
"Neither could I," I said softly, "when I felt your diaper up on the balcony."
He laughed, "I'd meant to take it off before I picked you up but I was running late, I thought that I would have time after I'd brought you back, that you would never find out."
"I'm glad you didn't," I replied, "and I'm glad I did, and I'm even more glad I brought my diapers with me. You have no idea how long it took me to decide to bring them."
Turning my head I brought my mouth up to meet his and kissed him long and deep, enjoying the feeling of his whiskers against mine and his touch against the back of my diaper. He stepped back, his mouth still locked with mine, drawing me after him.
We shuffled backward toward the bedrooms but only made it as far as the paper screens before he gently pulled me to the floor. Instantly his paws were at my waist, swiftly undoing the buttons of my jeans and I broke our kiss for a moment to tug his shirt off over his head. Scrabbling with the sharp claws on his hind feet against my thighs he drew off my pants while still holding me tight against his now bare chest. I moaned softly as my diaper was exposed and tucked my head under his chin, nibbling softly at the tight flesh of his neck, he responded taking one of my ears between his lips, brushing the tip gently with his tongue.
I gasped, my heart beating so hard I felt lightheaded. Sliding my paws down his belly I began to undo his fly. Suddenly his hand clamped over mine, "I should warn you," he mumbled into my head fur, I laughed into his neck, "I work in a health clinic," I replied kissing his collarbone, "I know you could never."
"As long as you know." The lion whispered hoarsely, he took his hand away and I took off his pants. Rolling over so that I lay on top of him I mashed my diaper against the front of his. At that point I don't remember who was moaning and gasping loudest, but I continued to work my crotch against his, lost in the feeling of my hypersensitive sex against the soft wall of the diaper. The diaper that was getting wetter and wetter as my desperate pussy leaked its juices.
Suddenly, though expectedly, my vigorous humping sundered both of diapers, I felt it happen and as I lifted myself off him my diaper fell open, swinging behind me, hooked on my tail. I sat up, on my knees either side of his thighs. He had his paws tucked to his chest and stared hungrily at my slit, "I've always had a thing for ferrets." He said breathing heavily.
"And I've always had a thing for big babies," I replied and pulled off his diaper. His pale pink penis was fully erect and I guided it into my vagina. Being a lion he wasn't big and not at all long, his tip didn't even touch my hymen, if I tried to hump him it'd just fall out, but the barbs on his member felt great when they scraped my clit and I settled for just lightly squeezing my thighs together. I also settled for a feel of his scrotum, reaching behind myself and literally taking a lion by the balls.
He moaned as I ran a claw down his butt and as I touched his hole he came inside me. He arched his back and I felt him pull out, his rapidly softening cock spreading his seed all down the inside of my thigh.
I spent the time while he recovered from his orgasm playing with the hole just under his tail, he sighed, the last of his penis withdrawing back into his small furry sheath.
Pushing himself up on his elbows he looked down his chest at me. "Come here and let me clean you up." He said holding out a paw, I took it and knee-walked up his body until I was practically sitting on his neck. Wrapping both his arms around my back, just above my tail, he hunched forward and licked the inside of my thigh, cleaning his cum from my fur.
The sight of his muzzle tucked between my legs made my groin flush with heat, my slit was nearly inside out with lust. I was just about to shove my paw into it when my lion shoved his muzzle right against it and licked it deeply. I gasped with pleasure as he nuzzled my clit, and then had to wrap my arms around the back of his head as he suddenly pressed his wide lion's tongue deep inside of me.
His tongue, also barbed like his penis, touched me in the way that he hadn't been able to do before. I gripped his shoulders with my knees and it was all I could do to keep kneeling as I watched him slide his tongue in and out of me.
Very quickly he brought me to a powerful orgasm and I grabbed him around his neck, hugging him into my fur as I came. He pulled his tongue from my ultra sensitive flesh, sending a final shiver of pleasure though me and licked my sex as my juices oozed from my slit.
Slowly I recovered, my grip relaxing so that I was no longer in danger of tearing out tufts of his fur. "Well, what now?" I asked looking down at him. Instead of replying he reached between my legs and pulled my diaper back up over my sex, I could feel the coldness of the fluid that I had soaked it with before against my fur as he nuzzled it against me. "What about lunch?" I asked. He took his muzzle away from my diaper and twisted his neck to look up at me. "It's waited this long, it can wait a little longer." He replied and pushed his nose into my thigh licking my diaper inside and out with his great wide tongue.
I put my arms back around his neck and agreed wholeheartedly.