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The Trouble with Swimwear...

Growling softly under his breath, Kemper cursed whoever had invented the two piece bikini. A moment later however, he regretted it. To be quite fair, it wasn't the inventors fault. It was her. Her. Willow. She was just far too hot. Far too attractive to be wearing such a thing without expecting a man like Kemper to get all... flustered.

A warm giggle escaped Willow's lips as she glanced round and caught Kemper staring, wide eyed.

"What's up, fluff? Is there something on my back?"

Playfully, knowing exactly what she was doing, the human woman ran the fingertips of one hand down her back, brushing away whatever imaginary markings might have dirtied her smooth, pale flesh. As she did so, a slight breeze whipped up across the beach; still warmed by the summer air, but just strong enough to send her fiery hair cascading around her face and shoulders like flames licking at a smooth, new grown sapling.

Kemper swallowed thickly, shaking his head and trying his best not to think about exactly what he was thinking about right now. The idea of pouncing upon that sweet, beautiful creature, kissing her, holding her, dragging her back to the blanket and making love to her right here on the beach. No-one had to know. They were the only two creatures for miles around, seabirds and crabs notwithstanding. It would be so easy, and so hot.

The feline male snarled in frustration as he caught himself, one hand already resting upon his thigh, inching towards the bulge in his golden yellow speedo which was already darkening at the tip, pre-cum oozing out into the tight fabric.

To Kemper's ever growing horror though, he soon realised that he was not the only one to have become aware of his excited personal situation. A lithe shadow fell across his body, and when he looked up to confirm his worst fears, there she was. Framed by the afternoon sun, Willow stood directly over him now. Staring down at his crotch, grinning and blushing proudly. She placed her hands jauntily upon her hips, cocked an eyebrow, and smirked down at her lover.

"So... it wasn't my back you were staring at, huh?"

Whining in bashful frustration, Kemper shook his head and sought to extracate himself from this predicament.

"No. I mean... yes. I mean, w-why wouldn't I be looking at your back? It's hot too! Every last inch of you is damn gorgeous. It's not my fault I can't get enough of you."

Willow beamed, her already glowing face becoming brighter by the second.

"You're a real sweetie when you get all horny, aren't you, fluff? So adorable. The cutest, sweetest, fluffy little kitty..."

Leaning down over the squirming feline, her breasts practically falling out of her bikini top due to the way she was angled, Willow teased her mate mercilessly. She knew, after all, that he couldn't react. They were on a public beach! No matter how horny he became, no matter how desperately he... or, if she was honest, both of them, might have liked the idea of a frenzied fuck right here on the sand, it simply couldn't happen.

"Willow, stop it. Please."

With his face shining crimson beneath its deep blue fur, the big cat had both paws cupping his crotch, as though fighting to hold back an imminent eruption from the erection that was doubtlessly growing within. His human lover barely seemed to notice his pleas though, enjoying tormenting Kemper with all manner of cutesy sounding compliments far too much to stop for any reason that she could conceive.

"...adorable, pooky-wooky mew..."

She leaned over even further, giggling at the way his eyes widened, as if they were trying to swell to the size of her breasts in order to be able to visualise them all at once so close up.

"Willow... I'm warning you."

Kemper's voice was a deeper, gruffer growl now. But still his lover would not stop her teasing.

"...all hot and bothered, with nothing to do but lie there and yowl about it until we ger home toni- ahh!"

A sharp, shocked cry escaped the human as her lover suddenly threw his body forward, arms reaching out and clutching at her soft, bare flesh in a paralysingly tight grip. Her surprise however only lasted for a moment, and by the time she found herself being pulled down onto the blanket beside her feline partner, she was squealing with laughter. She squirmed and wriggled happily as his warm fur pressed up against her perfectly smooth skin, and giggled wildly when he fixed his gaze upon hers once more and let loose a deep, rumbling snarl of passion.

"N-naughty cat. We're outside. We're on a beach. You know you can't do anything here..."

Her playful chiding melted away into a happy groan as Kemper kissed her. Willow felt the big cat's rough tongue slide between her lips and tease ever so briefly against her own tongue, their mouths locking together in a deep, savage frenzy of excitement. Even as they kissed, however, she could still feel Kemper moving against her. Shifting his position, and hers, until he was practically grinding up against her from behind; his neck craning over her left shoulder and her head twisted around as far as it could comfortably go in order to stop their lip-lock from ending.

Another moan, muffled but still louder than the last, escaped Willow when she felt Kemper's manhood pressing against her rear. The feeling of his swollen speedo jammed up against the admittedly sparse fabric of her own bikini bottoms was exceedingly erotic, and when he rumbled another lustful growl through their entwined lips Willow felt a pang of desire stab at her loins from deep within.

"Tell me again that I can't touch you here."

Their mouths parted, and Kemper hissed savagely to the gorgeous female before him. Even as he spoke, one hand was between the two of them; freeing his stiff shaft from the stretched yellow fabric of his now inadequately proportioned swimwear. The other hand fell between Willow's legs, and slid down the front of her own undergarments as Kemper continued to purr lustily into the human woman's ears.

"Tell me again that I'm cute... and that I'm adorable. And tell me that you love to tease me when I can't react."

The velvety pads upon one of Kemper's fingertips grazed the warm, already swollen flesh between Willow's legs. She didn't react, at least not instantly or audibly, but the already building colour upon her cheeks began to darken much more swiftly, and while at first there had barely been room for Kemper to squeeze that single digit in between his lover's thighs, soon he found her legs far more willing, eager even to part and allow him ever more open access.

"Tell me that I can't do this. That you'd rather I take you home and have our fun there. That you can stand to wait as long as it takes for us to get somewhere truly private; space for us and us alone. C-could you really wait, Willow? Ten minutes? Five? Five seconds?"

Again his soft pawpads rubbed at the sensitive flesh of his lover's pussy, and this time she did grunt in vocal pleasure. She glanced back over her shoulder, huffing and blushing deeply, and shook her head.

"No. No... I can't wait, and I don't expect you to either. I'm just surprised it took you this long. I thought you were gonna pounce on me the moment I caught you staring at my ass."

The human shot Kemper a devilish, gleeful grin, and he beamed right back at her. She was every bit as crafty and horny as him, and he should have known from the moment that she unveiled her outfit for the beach early that day that she was setting him up to fall into her honey trap.

"Naughty girl..."

Kemper whispered tenderly into Willow's ear, his fingers between her legs seeking out the stiffened nub of her clit and oh so briefly squeezing it between two digits. He watched his lover's eyes widen. Her body convulse and thrash against him, and heard her cry out in overwhelmed ecstasy at the momentary, unbearable overload of pleasurable sensation.

"...what kind of beautiful, brilliant, sweet and innocent lady tries to get her lover all worked up, so he'll go wild and mate her right out in the middle of a public beach?"

Squirming and shivering as Kemper's fingers continued to circle and caress the tender flesh around, though not directly in contact with her clitoris, Willow giggled happily.

"I d-don't know. If you meet an innocent lady you wanna fuck, you should ask her."

She bit down on her bottom lip, gasping in excitement as the feline's rough tongue grazed her neck, Kemper planting a series of licks and kisses across the breadth of her shoulders.

"But until then... w-why not just make the most of what you've got right here, and fuck me. N-now, silly fluff."

With a savage snarl, half born of sheer physical desire and half born from a passionate urge to prove to Willow that she was more, far more than just what he happened to have right here, Kemper did as he was told. His hand withdrew hurriedly from Willow's bikini bottoms, only to reach down over the front of the now somewhat stretched green material and slide two fingers inside the fabric once more. The human woman murmured in bashful excitement as she felt the thin covering shielding her most intimate regions from the world being tugged aside, and soon found herself moaning in rapidly building anticipation when just moments later she felt another exposed intimate area prodding at her rear end. Kemper's cock was searching, probing, trying desperately to find its point of entry; guided, only semi coherently by the feline male's free hand upon the base of his sheath. The more his shaft prodded at her soft buttocks and warm flesh, the more the two of them groaned and whimpered in desperate longing. It probably only took ten or fifteen seconds for Kemper to find his mark, but by that point both he and Willow felt as though they had been driven half insane with denial.

"Y-yes!"

Willow groaned in delirious relief as finally she felt her lover's cock find its mark. Lying on her side upon Kemper's blanket, the human lifted one of her legs up high, pushing down against the big cat's cock as best she could while he pushed up into her. She felt Kemper's free paw grasp at the leg she had raised, holding it in place and keeping her legs spread wide open; the perfect target, not to mention a perfect view for anyone to see, were they to come across the two of them in this decidedly exposed state. Much as Willow expected however, the awareness of how publicly this was all happening only served to make every second that much more intense.

Both members of the pair began to gasp and moan as they started to rock and thrust in time with one another. Willow found one hand clutching at the blanket, reaching out further with random, clawing strokes and dragging its fingertips through the hot, dry sand just beyond the blanket's edge. She felt Kemper's hot breath upon her shoulder, and groaned joyously as he began to lick her, to groom her bare flesh once again. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, grasping and tugging at the spaghetti strap of her bikini top. The more he tugged, huffing and growling in time with the thrusting of his hips, the more Willow could feel her breasts shifting within the supportive fabric of the bikini top, until the inevitable happened. With one last tug, the strap snapped cleanly between Kemper's sharp teeth, and Willow felt her breasts spilling out into the open.

"K-Kemper... ohh, h-how are we going to get home? I don't have a change of clothes with me."

Willow could barely think through the hazy pleasure of their love-making, her question escaping unfiltered and unconsidered, neither knowing an answer nor honestly caring about one, though it had admittely crossed her mind. All it took was a single muttered growl from the feline to set her mind at ease though, returning her thoughts wholly to the matter of enjoying as much pleasure as it could possibly handle.

"I don't care."

Between breathless pants and gasps, the big cat continued to mutter deeply passionate, lustful snippets to his lover.

"L-let people look. Let them see how gorgeous you are."

The pointed, narrowed tip of his cock plunged into Willow faster, more urgently as his balls began to tighten. He too was painfully aware of their exposure, and just like Willow it was driving Kemper mad with nervous excitement.

"I'll carry you. I'll wrap you up in the blanket and e-escort you like a Queen. Anyone who looks, anyone who stares, they'll have me to answer to."

The more Kemper spoke, the more he felt Willow shivering and heard her moaning, his wild exclamations driving her ever closer to rapture.

"Whatever it takes to g-get you home. Into bed. Back where I can spend all day and all night l-like this with you. Making you moan. Making you cum."

Kemper reached out across Willow's trembling body, placing one hand upon the side of her face and turning it towards his. He snarled gleefully as their eyes met, both wide and glazed with pleasure.

"I need to see you cum. To feel it. C-can you, Willow? Can you cum with me?"

She whimpered back at him, eyelids fluttering as his cock continued to hammer home. Her own free hand, until recently aiding her own ecstasy by teasing at her clit, had taken over the job of supporting her raised leg when Kemper's own arm moved away. Nevertheless, she could still feel the swelling intensity of pleasure building inside her. Throbbing, aching, a formless bubble getting ever closer to bursting and spilling its joy out through every last inch of her being. The very idea of her lover taking her on this beach was more than enough to get her well on the way to that glorious peak. And the thought of him filling her up... spilling himself deep inside her upon this beautiful, wonderfully empty public beach?

Shaking and gasping in delight, Willow nodded.

"Yes. G-god yes. Do it, Kemper. C-cum in me. Make me yours r-right here, and I p-promise, nothing in the world will be able to stop me from cumming t-too."

With their promises made and their minds now set solely on achieving that one, all important goal, the two lovers lost themselves in one another's lust. Their cries rang out louder and more fierce than ever across the golden sand and shining blue water. They writhed and kicked and thrashed wildly upon their sandy blanket, barely able to control themselves enough to remain wrapped up in one another, but too desperately horny to possibly risk sliding apart. Their eyes remained locked upon their partner, drinking in the sight of them panting and gurgling and crying out, utterly fixated.

Kemper longingly slurped and lapped at his lover's exposed flesh, drinking in every last taste and sight and smell and sound of her that he could gather.

Willow felt every throb and twitch of the big cat's perfect cock within her. She wanted to savour every sensation. Recall every moment, preserved perfectly in her mind. She wanted to remember this climax, so that she could re-live it each and every night that they were unable to share such savage joy together.

"Oh... W-Willow..."

The human could feel her lover's cock swelling, its base thickening; bulging as it pressed deep into her. She cried out happily, knowing full well what that meant, what it was a prelude to.

"Do it, Kemper. I... I'm ready. Yes. Oh p-please. Yes."

All at once, a gush of hot, thick juices came pouring from the tight seal formed by the two lovers' loins. A flood not just from one or the other, but of lustful liquids from them both. In a single instant, Kemper and Willow were each overcome by the full force of their orgasms, amplified by the knowledge and feeling of their partner experiencing the same potent eruption as they themselves were suddenly forced to endure.

Their cries rang out across the beach. Into the rolling waves. Into the gently waving grass of the sandy dunes. And into the ears of the two figures walking along the beach, towards the figures they had seen curled up together on the blanket... doing something which they now knew by both sight and sound, was definitely not just sunbathing.

"Oh my god... are they actually, r-right here on the beach?"

The second newcomer nodded to his friend. Red faced, but smirking broadly, he nodded.

"Yup, looks like it."

Grabbing his companion gently by the shoulder, using the fingers of his other hand to turn his friend's head away from the still increasingly explicit scene, the second of the onlookers began to lead them back the way they'd come. Away from Willow and Kemper, leaving them to their fun.

"But don't worry. You'll just have to wait till tomorrow for your turn, instead."

By Jeeves