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London Entry #1 - First Date - Part 2

I waited for Ian to arrive at my flat.

In the meanwhile I had simply been watching some TV. I flipped through the channels lazily. Eventually I landed on some stupid news channel, Wolf News to be specific.

Everyone knew Wolf News was politically motivated in everything it produced. But, honestly, I couldn't be bothered to change the channel.

I was just burning time is all, so what was the point?

Some skimpily dressed wolf gal was presenting the weather, "Looks like another heat wave today. High will be in the high 80's - low 90's. At night, the temperature will drop to a more reasonable 78. Expect it to be HOT for the rest of the upcoming week, Bob?"

"Cool," I said casually. I actually didn't mind the heat too much. Granted my fur kept me pretty warm in the winter too, it's just that you can't often go swimming in the winter, of course unless you have an indoor pool.

Even Ian didn't have one of those, and his house was expansive!

I drowned out the rest of the report, something about protests in Palestine and a possible new conflict in the Middle East. Blah, blah, blah! We've been through it a thousand times. Just let them duke it out already.

Suddenly I was rescued by an audible sound of a turning door nob. I had given Ian a key a couple of months back. It seemed since he spent most of his time here, why not give him a way to get in which didn't require him pounding on the door, often waking me up. As you can guess, I kind of got tired of that after the fifth or sixth time.

I looked over my shoulder towards the front door. Sure enough, in came Ian. I called, "Hey Foxy, lookin' good," I said, referring to his extremely yellow pair of shorts and lime green t-shirt.

"Like it?" he said, patting out some wrinkles in his shirt.

After coming over, he jumped heavily onto my couch, jostling me quite significantly. Although I was shorter than him, I was by no means skinny. I guess you could say I was kind of bulky, weighing around 180 pounds. You can thank Mother Russia for that. Dang genetics. Foxy makes sure to constantly rub my height in my face. It doesn't really bother me that much but I think it turns on Foxy, so why ruin his fun?

Ian adjusted himself, pulling his body up the couch so that he was laying directly in front of me. I smiled, looking into his emerald eyes. I clicked off the TV, throwing the clicker onto the floor.

Ian pushed up against me, forcing me to scoot back a little. Suddenly he picked the front half of his body up with his arms, now staring down at me.

Ian always had something creative up his sleeve, so I let him play it out.

Reaching over me, I soon found him on top of me, with his chest on my chest, his crotch against mine.

He licked his lips seductively, still supporting himself.

"Hey, Foxy," I said with my gentle voice. I knew if I spoke at an even, seductive tone, Ian would go mad.

Sure enough, he slid his hands behind my head, which was resting on the couch arm.

"Hey, London," he said, equally as seductive.

Placing his forehead on mine, he whispered, "I want you, so bad."

"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait then," I said teasingly, putting one of my hands on his chest as if to push him off of me.

With all of his strength, he wrapped himself around me, forcing his mouth onto mine.

I didn't protest.

I let my hand slide up his fuzzy chest, up onto his strong back, up his curved neck and finally resting on the back of his head.

Our mouths almost touching, Ian whispered, "I want you now."

In response to that hot breath, I kissed him.

I admit, I wasn't as good as he. I'm not going to lie, I sort of looked up some kissing techniques. I also practiced in the mirror, which I admit was sort of awkward.

Well, it seemed to pay off, as he started to moan as I forced my tongue into his mouth. I licked the underside of his velvety tongue, then moved to the roof of his mouth.

I was rewarded with a moan from my boyfriend.

I smiled somewhat awkwardly, considering we were still kissing. We broke the embrace for a second to look into each others eyes. I gazed into those well-like eyes for 10 seconds before I kissed him again, this time rolling him onto his back.

I whispered back to him seductively, "If you keep this up, you might just get your wish."

Seeing the possibilities, Ian wrapped his hands around my thick neck, drawing me onto him. Although he was taller, I was much heavier. I guess that he weighed no more than 130 pounds. Thus, I attempted to take the weight off of him as much as I could.

"Yeah?" he asked, panting.

"Yeah," I said back, "Maybe later," I said in addition, rolling off of him, standing up from the couch, stretched and then walked toward the kitchen where I had placed my sandals.

From behind me I could hear Ian mumble something, then get up as well.

I heard him walk up behind me. Then he wrapped his arms around me so that his hands fell around my bellybutton area.

"You know?" Ian said into my right ear, "You're something else."

"Thank you," I said, turning and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, "Now, let's go."

I grabbed Ian's wrist, pulling him after me like a mother pulling a child across a parking lot.

Ian followed, purposefully making himself dead weight, clearly enjoying the ride.

I pulled him out through the door into the hall.

"Where we going?" he asked, now sounding like a child in the back of a car.

I said nothing as I pulled him toward the stairs.

After a little while, we exited the building, walking through a small green space which bordered the parking lot.

Ian, thinking we were going to his hot pink mini cooper, pulled his key chain out of his pocket.

"Not necessary," I said, "We're walking."

"We're walking!? Wait, how far?" Ian said, pretending to already be out of breath.

"Oh, stop being a baby, it's just 10 minutes or so," I reassured him.

"Oh," he said, suddenly fine again.

I grabbed his hand, then led him around the corner of the mill, toward the river.

After a short, 30 second walk, we reached the river which on my building's side had a few manicured trees set on a public patio like area.

I walked past the trees which rustled slightly in the hot summer breeze. I smiled at the sound and the feel of the breeze rustling my fur.

Soon we found ourselves at the Lover's Bridge. I continued to walk, up and over the upward curved bridge.

Ian protested, wanting to stop and look at the water. I had a better idea.

Shortly we found ourselves on the bike/walking path which led south along the river that meandered its way toward the ocean, eventually meeting up with the East River which created a border between Downtown and the Mill District.

Oh, I had a much better idea.

To Be Continued...

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Because my classes are starting again I'm going to cut this one short. I'll try to put up the last part or so by Friday. If I don't however, it'll definitely be up by Monday.

Sincerely, IanWolf

P.S. This may be the length of these "Date" stories from now on. It takes me about an hour and a half to write a story this length, and I do not currently have any stories waiting to go up, so... Maybe I'll try to write a few stories this weekend.

Please don't forget to comment! I'd love to hear your thoughts all you beautiful furs out there!

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