Tom heard the courier van’s exhaust as it reversed into the driveway. “That’ll be the new electric hedge trimmer I ordered yesterday on-line,” he called back as he headed for the front door. His wife Kitty was curled up asleep on a rug on the floor under the kitchen table.
The cheery young van driver placed the package on the door mat and offered a touch-screen tablet, over which Tom waved an index finger by way of signature. “Mind if I use your toilet, mate?”
Tom stepped aside, gesturing to the door to the downstairs loo. “Help yourself.”
After a couple of minutes, the driver emerged, zipping up his flies. “That’s better!” From the prominent bulge in his jeans, Tom could clearly see that the driver was well hung.
“Got many more deliveries?”
“You’re my last. Just got to get the van back and then I’m finished for the day.”
“Fancy a coffee?”
“Thanks, mate. I’m Jas, by the way.”
“What sort of moniker is that?”
“They’re my initials: James Arthur Smith. Jas is much cooler.”
“Ok, Jas. How’d you like to meet Kitty?”
“Your cat?”
“Sort of. Follow me.” Tom lead the way into the kitchen.
Kitty was still fast asleep under the table. Tom leaned forwards and whispered: “Kitty, Kitty. Wake up sweetie – there’s someone here to see you.” The figure stirred slightly, but made no attempt to sit up.
Jas looked on dumbfounded. On the rug he saw the coiled-up figure of a slim young woman of about 20, with cropped black hair with silver highlights. The skin colour of her bare arms was like the pale brown of espresso coffee. She wore a skin-tight brown T-shirt above a pair of dark brown leather shorts, which clung tightly to her rounded buttocks and on her feet were chocolate brown suede pumps. She cautiously turned her head sideways towards the visitor. Planted in her hair were two very realistic-looking brown fur ‘ears’ and across her cheeks were matching sets of ‘whiskers’ drawn in mascara.
“Kitty: say ‘hello’ to Jas?” Kitty shyly swung one arm across her head and buried her face in the rug. Her long fingernails were varnished black.
“She’s always shy at first with strangers,” Kitty’s husband explained apologetically. “But once she gets to know you…” he left the explanation dangling in the air, unfinished, as he tenderly stroked her thigh. She purred quietly.
Jas put his empty coffee mug on the table and tried to think of an excuse to get out of this bizarre household. “I think I’d better get the van back. They like to close the yard at 5.”
On hearing this, Kitty rolled over and opened her eyes. She stroked a talon-like paw provocatively across one of her breasts, giving Jas an alluring smile which made her ‘whiskers’ wrinkle.
“I rather think she wants you to stay, mate!”
Jas froze as the female form beneath the table languidly stretched itself. The long shapely legs were clad with the finest mesh of black stockings, fastened at the thighs with black suspenders, and the outline of her petite firm breasts was clearly apparent beneath the T-shirt.
“Why not stroke her?” Tom quietly invited the van driver.
“Where?”
“She loves to have her titties played with.”
Jas nervously dropped onto his knees. Kitty gave him a lovely smile as she lifted one corner of her T-shirt to show him her breast. Its areole was the darkest brown and the tiny firm nipple was like a small black thimble. As he cautiously stroked one hand across it, Kitty’s other arm swung around like a mechanical calliper, pushing his face into her bosom. “What did I tell you!” Tom said with a laugh.
Now the ‘cat woman’ was on all fours, hungry for love making. She effortlessly peeled off her leather shorts, revealing a voluptuous rump: two identical dark brown orbs, between which was her hidden anal chasm. Her perfectly-formed sphincter looked so inviting.
“Kitty most definitely needs a good seeing-to, Jas,” Tom whispered by way of encouragement. “And she really likes it up her back passage.”
Jas needed no second invitation. Making anal love to a woman on all fours, wearing only stockings and suspenders, was one of his favourite sexual positions. He quickly unzipped his jeans. Pressing his swollen glans against Kitty’s ‘dark star’, he slowly slid inside her, gripping her hips tightly. Kitty arched her back and let out a slow guttural hiss of pleasure, burying her ‘paws’ into the rug to provide leverage to press against his cock.
The van driver intended to take his time pleasuring this sensual young woman in front of her husband, who he saw was now excitedly masturbating. “She especially enjoys it when I pull out at the last moment and cum all over her beautiful bottom,” Tom whispered to his wife’s new lover. “She adores being spunked over.”
Noticing Tom’s hand movements were getting fast and furious, Jas suggested: “Hey – you and me both. Let’s cream both her ass cheeks together, shall we?”
A few moments later, Kitty’s posterior was running with delicate ropes of fresh semen, with some of it running onto her stocking tops.
As the two men tidied themselves up, the cat woman bent round and began eagerly licking up their deposits.
“Your Kitty certainly loves her cream,” was the young courier driver’s parting remark.
