Tom’s parallel world – 2

Tom relaxed in the basket chair as much as he could; his blood was now starting to run riot again, that sweet aroma of Sarah on heat was starting to work its magic again.

He looked into Sarah’s eyes that shone luminescent green back at him, willing her to take his penis into her mouth again…

But she got up onto all fours and turned to him “Quick Tom, gather everything of yours, leave nothing down here, get upstairs , the way I was screeching the fisher dogs would have heard me in the next county, let alone out to sea, I bet half the village would have heard me…” Sarah urgently explained she quickly searched out of the window, just in case there was a mob of pitch fork carrying dogs coming up the path, but there was nothing…

Tom stood up from the chair, pulled his shorts up, catching up his torn and ripped boxers trapping them inside his shorts, he quickly tied his belt, gathered all his belongings, rucksack and shoes.

He stood up, looking round to check for anything to witness his presence. Sarah pointed at stairs, again with a low entrance; everything was to suit cats on all fours moving around the house, not humans on 2 legs.

He slung his gear over his shoulder and scampered up the stairs, bending low, using one hand to stop him falling face down, Sarah hot on his heels, nudging him in the bum with her head, giggling naughtily.

There was one door open at the top of the stairs, with two closed “straight into my room, the doors open” instructed Sarah.

The room was small but with a large basket bed, queen size, window looking out across the sea.

Tom threw his stuff in a corner; with no clothes to keep cats don’t need wardrobes.

Sarah pulled the net curtains closed, glancing all around, obviously not seeing anything, as she relaxed with a long sigh of relief…

“You’re going to have to stay here for a while, so no one puts 2 and 2 together. An unknown human appearing after a 7 year storm will be obvious , thankfully the kittens won’t return for a few days and I am not due to return to work until my heat subsides.

Plus it will be nice to spend some time alone with a man….” Sarah said, almost licking her lips…

Tom stood there, disheveled, not sure quite what to do next, with there being no chair here in the bedroom.

“Take off those clothes, you furless thing you, put them in the corner, we’ll have to work out how to wash those later. You are filthy and also need a wash, get on the bed “Sarah’s tone was playful and Tom liked this side of her.

Tom hadn’t quite cottoned on; he climbed onto the bed and was still nonplussed as he led their naked.

Sarah followed onto the bed, as if stalking him, until her nose touched his, licked him on his lips then her tongue followed round to his ear, working slowly but surely, around his ears, neck and face, working to and fro across his face passing his lips to steal a kiss, sometimes a peck, sometimes a lingering tongue.

This was quite erotic and rather than being sticky and yucky, surprisingly he was beginning to feel refreshed and he was feeling cleaner. All the time that hormone induced lust was building up again, that slightly drugged, tipsy feeling crept back.

His hands drifted to her ears and quietly stroked… She purred quietly, whispering instructions every now and then about other areas he could scratch and stroke. He watched her fur move as he brushed and stroked, how it gave a gloss reflection as it caught the light, inspected the patterns of tiger strip like shapes on her coat.

She worked her way down his chest (not that he had enough to constitute a hairy chest, let alone a furry one), she slowly methodically worked down each arm, she lingered longer on his right, her tongue wrapping around each finger, enjoying the lingering taste of her own juices on him.

Tom was embarrassed as he couldn’t remember when he last showered, although Sarah didn’t seem to be bothered, in fact she was enjoying this, purring as she went, licking her man clean, tasting him, his sex and hers.

He continued to follow her instructions, stroking the directed areas with his fingers, scrunching up her skin and fur, improving his techniques based on the feedback from her purring and a making a mental map of her erogenous zones.

He certainly was enjoying this erotic experience, the pleasure of her tongue, slightly rough caressing his skin, plus her heat putting him in a mildly euphoric state. By the time she got to his crotch, he had a full empire state building pointing at the ceiling, balls already aching for another shot, her fur tickling and teasing his now tender skin.

He was slowly drowning in that sweet hormone of hers again, his blood rising. She slid down avoiding his pulsating dick, licking slowly down each leg and foot.

The drug like hormones magnatising him to her, He wanted her so badly, longing to be able to dive into that fur head long in and ravage it…

Tom was now able to stroke her tail again as they were now top & tailed (a saying that works in both worlds)….

He loved her purring it felt stimulating and erotic. His eyesight was blurring, his dick was pulsating with desire.

This was an unbelievable experience, her tail swung side to side, the tip stroking and teasing across his back, allowing him to stroke the base upwards.

Sarah using all 4 legs, rolled him over, so he was now face down on the bed and her tongue returned to his back, liking down to the small of his back, working its way down, over his cheeks and even between, into his bum crack, then she giggled as her tongue flicked his anus, teasing the rim, “you can reciprocate you know” said Sarah quietly.

He shook his fuzzy head to concentrate, turned his upper torso, moved his hands from her tail to her hind legs, pulling her inwards, then raising her uppermost rear leg, he got sight of his goals and leaned forward, the drug like state driving him on to pleasure her.