Tight Fit

© Copyright 2011 by silli_artie@hotmail.com

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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.

Tight Fit

Saturday morning, taking my life in my hands by stopping at Costco, a big-box membership store in the area. I expected it to be a zoo, so I snuck in the back way. My lucky day! A parking space! Well, I was helped immensely by a turkey leaving a shopping cart in the space. I drive a Mini Cooper, so the cart didn’t bother me at all; both of us fit easily.

I only needed a few things and managed to get in and out fairly quickly. Exiting the store, I pulled up the zipper on my leather jacket, as the wind was picking up again and was cold (for Silicon Valley, at least).

Walking back to my car, I saw drama unfolding. Parked next to me was a small Audi station wagon. The back was open and an attractive woman was standing there looking at a large cardboard box on top of a larger cardboard box on a large dolly. The larger box was a good-sized flat-screen HDTV. She stood, one hand at her chin, the other hand cupping an elbow, one foot slightly in front of the other. Track-style pants, a windbreaker over something which must have been bulky, running shoes. Cute upturned nose, short brown hair. Nice looking bottom and legs; couldn’t tell the rest of her figure for the bulkiness of whatever was under the windbreaker. Definitely not a skinny gal -- she looked to be a few inches shorter than me, and solidly built with superb posture.

“Good morning -- would you like help getting that in your car?” I offered as I popped the back of mine and put my stuff in.

She looked to me, her forehead furrowed in concentration, and nodded with a slight smile. “Yes I would, thank you.”

The large box on the bottom was the HDTV, with a wall mount kit on top of it. “Going to be a tight fit,” I muttered. “Shall we fold the rear seats down?” I suggested, moving to the rear passenger door of her car.

“Yes,” she agreed, starting to move.

I followed her lead, opening the rear door and popping the releases on the seat back, folding things down. As I did, I noticed... The rear seats didn’t have covers, but the front seats... “Wow -- nice seat covers!” I exclaimed. “Are those sheared beaver?” Way too nice for sheepskin!

Walking back to the rear of her car, now she was smiling. “Yes! Very good! I am Dasha. Do you like furs?” She held out a hand.

Eastern European? Sounded that way. I took her hand in mine; both ours were somewhat cold. “Rob; nice to meet you.” Looked at the big box again. Sitting at an angle, it should work. “Tight fit,” I muttered again.

“Do you like furs? Do you and your wife like furs?” she asked.

I looked into her pretty green eyes. Sparkling eyes, sparkling diamond earrings; I was wearing my spider earring. “I’m a widower. I do like furs, very much. Let’s get the smaller one put in, then try the TV at an angle.” I gestured with my right forearm at an angle.

A sigh and a smile, she nodded and moved the wall mount box into the back of the car.

I lined up the cart with the back of the car and waited on one side. She moved to the other.

“Okay, pick it up on the count of three -- you lift your side higher, so it will go in at an angle, with my side lower. Bend your knees and lift with your legs, not your back. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

We squatted down. I called it out; we picked it up and got it started into her car. Once the big box was resting on the inside of the car it was easy to slide it in at least part way. “Lift the inside edge so we can slide it in more?” I asked.

Dasha went to the back car doors and lifted the bottom of the box over the little lip of the folded down seat. I levered my end, sliding it in the rest of the way.

“Success!” I called as the back closed with two inches to spare. Dasha was all smiles.

“Dasha, I don’t mean to pry, but when you get home, how are you going to get it up the stairs?”

Her smile vanished, replaced by surprise and concern. “How do you know about stairs?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Dasha, this box is bigger than you -- there must be stairs!”

Her expression turned to a sheepish grin as she nodded and chuckled with me. “You are right. I thought I would take it out of the box on the back porch, and move it up stairs myself.”

I shook my head. “What do you expect your chances are for dragging this up a flight of stairs without damage? Or lifting it onto the wall mount? Do you have tools to install the wall mount properly, securely?” I still had my tools in the car from work I’d done at my brother-in-law’s place.

A glum look and nod, but then a big smile. “But you can help?” she asked optimistically.

“Do you live close to here?” I asked. Modesto is right out!

“Oh, about five minutes. You have the time?”

“All weekend. At your service,” I told her with a bow and a flourish. “Let me get rid of the cart.” I pushed it to one of the cart areas and walked back to our cars.

She gave me an inquisitive smile, pointing at the back of my car. “I believe license plate frame is Buddhist, but what is your license plate? Is not aircraft.”

I smiled. The frame around my license plates says, “Clear Seeing - Calm Abiding.” “You’re right, it is Buddhist. The license plate is my amateur radio callsign; I’m a ham radio operator.”

“Oh! That explains antennas!” she exclaimed, her pretty eyebrows going up.

I nodded; I only had three antennas on top of the Mini currently, plus the factory ones.

“Follow me?” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Anywhere,” I replied softly, looking in her eyes.

“We work well together!” she chuckled, and got into her car. I got into mine. And the first damn thing she did was get out her phone! Is she going to talk while driving? I may reconsider this deal... But she spent a very brief time on the phone, glancing at me momentarily, and put it down before even starting the engine. Okay, Dasha, you’ve earned some respect. And a little more as she chirped the tires cornering -- can’t do that in a stick-shift car with a phone in one hand!

Well Hung

Dasha led me to an older section of Santa Clara, a few miles away, and into the driveway of a nicely and recently refinished Victorian house. She accelerated into the driveway -- I held back! She shot towards the garage, braked suddenly, then backed up turning sharply, bringing the rear of the car next to her back porch. Okay, maybe she did plan out part of this... I parked closer to the garage.

“Is this okay or do I need to leave room for someone else?” I called to her; looked like there was a car in the garage.

“Oh, that is fine,” she told me.

She wanted to haul the thing out and get right to it.

“Let’s walk through it first and plan,” I suggested. I wanted to see what I was up against!

She nodded. She propped open the screen door and opened the back door. A few feet inside the back door was a small door which opened to reveal a narrow staircase going up, with the required 90 degree turn at the base. “Tell me there’s a wider staircase up front?” I practically pleaded.

She laughed, “Oh yes -- this way.”

We walked by the kitchen, nicely modernized but still fitting into the style of the house overall, an office area, half bath, very pretty formal dining room, and up front a living room and parlor. Also a nice wide staircase with a beautifully finished banister. “This woodwork is beautiful!” I told her. The central area of the stairs was carpeted, but the wood, and the wood floor for the hallway was very pretty indeed, old, wide planks, probably refinished recently from the looks of things.

She gave me another smile and a nod. “Upstairs,” she said, and headed up.

I followed a nice bouncing bottom. Nice carpeted hallway, beadboard and chair rail with what is probably plaster above it. Closed doors along the hallway.

“In here,” she says, heading for the open door just off the end of the stairs. Nice straight shot for a big box.

A comfortable den, rectangular. Most of the furniture covered in sheets, as was a pile of stuff along one wall. Bookshelves along the walls, floor to ceiling on some, even above the door; I liked that and let her know. Obvious spot for the new TV, a large area on that wall cleared, with blue painter’s tape outlining a rectangle. Surround sound speakers built into the cabinetry front and back of the room.

“This is where you want it?” I pointed to the rectangle. That wall had obviously been reworked, with a divided double-wide wall box in about the middle of the rectangle, drywall over plywood. One half had an outlet in it, and the other half, divided off, had a blue plastic box. But... “Is this recent?” It didn’t look like it, and I was confused. “Where does this box go?”

When I turned around, Dasha had taken off her windbreaker. Under the windbreaker she wore a vest-like top which was a sheared fur, possibly beaver, on the inside and the outside, barely trapping a beautiful pair of very full breasts. She was smiling, and I was dumbstruck! Her shoulders and arms were bare and well muscled. A strip of skin between the bottom of the vest and her pants showed off a very attractive waist and luscious hips. A sturdy build, with well developed shoulders and arms, nice waist, dynamite hips.

Her smile turned into a grin. as she turned slightly and put her hands on her hips “Most of this work was the previous owner. We purchased house for a tune about six months ago. Would you like to see the wiring?”

“Y... Yeah,” I managed to say. For a song? Difficulties with American idioms?

She smirked more, hands on her hips, canting them a bit.

I sighed. “Dasha, you are stunning; you are beautiful,” I told her.

Her smirk turned triumphant and she headed out of the room, turning, going to what you would figure is a closet door at the end of the hall, more swing in her hips.

Made sense -- they’d cut a few feet off the end of the room for equipment. She opened the door and stepped back, gesturing for me to enter first.

Jesus -- the same width as the den, about six feet deep. Loaded with equipment, and not cheap stuff, either! Racks at the end, a counter running the length of things on the back of the wall shared with the den. Drawers and pedestals with more gear below the counter. And the counter was littered with tools, first class tools. I shook my head -- weird.

I walked in more, looking closer. The mounting space for the TV was easy to identify, with its two by four framing exposed, two by eight brackets in strategic places to take the display mount. I walked to the racks and looked them over. I shook my head. Complete overkill!

“You understand all this?” Dasha asked behind me.

Looking at the gear, tracing out the flow, I replied, “Oh, I understand the equipment, but not a lot of other things! This belongs in a very high-tech company, not in a home! And...” A half-wired patch panel was hanging open, multiple cat6 cables, each labeled, cut to length and prepared, some of them patched into the 110 block, others waiting, a punch down tool sitting on a pulled out rack shelf.

“What is it you do not understand?” she asked, that accent again.

I turned to her. “It looks like whoever was working on this left for lunch and walked away!”

She nodded, smirking, “I believe they ran away...”

I shook my head again. I moved the punch down tool, looking at the page of handwritten notes under it. Couldn’t read it, so I turned it. Still couldn’t read it... “Jesus!” I muttered. Cyrillic?

“What is it?” she asked, stepping closer.

I looked at her with concern; she was standing a few feet away, smiling. “Let me guess -- the previous owner and the people doing the work were Russian Mob?”

She shook her head, frowning seriously. “Oh, No, no...” she paused for a moment and then added, “Ukrainian,” with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, that’s a relief! That’s completely different!”

She laughed out loud, her head going back. She looked at me with more intent. “But you understand all this?”

I nodded. “Oh yes,” I pointed as I described, “at the bottom is the uninterruptable power supply. It provides power to this equipment if the main power fails, for a few hours at least. This part is computer networking, this part is telephone, and this part looks to be security.” I moved to the counter, behind where the TV would go. “This is the equipment for the TV and the speakers in the next room, and this controls speakers in other rooms.” Notes there next to the cables which came from a set of shelves with the AV gear for the den. “Least they’re in English,” I muttered. The traditional seat of the craftsman, the plastic bucket with padded top was near me. I had a seat as I flipped through the AV diagrams. Done by an outfit in Palo Alto, and they didn’t cut corners.

“Tell me more of the history of this place?” I asked, turning and looking up.

As I looked up, Dasha pulled my head into the softness of her sheared beaver top. Make that a perfumed sheared beaver top. Her hand at the back of my head found exactly the right place to close my eyes and melt me into her. My arms went around her waist, feeling the luxury of the fur, and her in it.

The house had been owned, she explained softly, by a businessman who was moving here from San Francisco. Some of his past business dealings caught up with him, and he and his associates thought it best to leave the country very quickly. She had been able to work out an arrangement with the mortgage holder, who was quite happy to sell the place as-is. They had been finishing the interior for the last few months and had just recently moved in.

She held me to her breasts, filling me with softness and scent, making me hungry and dizzy.

Moving back, her hands on my shoulders, leaning me against the counter, she asked about me.

With a slight smile I told her I wasn’t working currently.

She frowned a bit and held me close once more, a hand going to the back of my head so nicely.

I nuzzled in, running my hands over her, enjoying the sensation of the fur. Very nicely built! I started to tell her I had a lot of money from my previous job, but she smothered me into the fur, into the scent, into her. I ran my hands up her back to her shoulders, feeling, enjoying. I wanted to drown myself in her softness and scent.

She moved me so an ear was against her chest, filling me with her heartbeat. Did I have time to help?

Yes, I did...

After another hug, she let me go. Damn, that had been nice... She held my shoulders and we looked at each other. My head was buzzing.

“Shall we begin?” she suggested with a smile.

She held out her hands; I put mine in hers and she helped pull me to standing, and surprisingly, pulled me into a hug. I held her gently, putting my head by her shoulder and inhaling deeply.

She stepped back with a big smile. “You like?” she growled.

I shook my head. “You are delicious as well as beautiful. I love being held.”

She took me by the hand to the stairs.

Downstairs looking at the hallway I asked, “Do we have something like old towels to put under the box so we can slide it along this very pretty wood floor without scratching it?”

She smiled and nodded. “I have just the thing!” she said, and turned to head up the stairs. But she stopped, turned again, and went out the back door. She soon returned, carrying the wall mount kit. As she passed me, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed up the stairs.

She came back down carrying two pieces of fur -- sheepskins? Yup, she put them on the floor, fur side down, as we got to the back door.

Not an easy job, but not all that hard, getting the large box out of the car and on the skins, pushing it down the hall (I pushed, she guided) and turning at the base of the stairs. Slow and easy, I told both of us. At least the box had hand holds in it. Those came in useful getting it up the stairs, with Dasha guiding from the front and me pushing from the rear/bottom. Slow and careful, one step at a time, up to the top and on to the carpet where it was an easier job to slide it into the den and carefully lay it on the floor.

I thought about my tool bag in the back of the car -- I’d helped my one time brother-in-law out with some work at his place. But I remembered seeing some tools and a Ryobi battery charger in the closet. Where there’s a charger (and a battery sitting in it for how long?), there should be tools.

Back in the equipment closet, I found a tape measure and a framing level. Popped the lid off the bucket I’d used for a seat. “Christ,” I muttered. Tools, yes, but not what I’d expected -- a top of the line Anritsu portable spectrum analyzer? A piece of equipment the size of a laptop that costs at least twelve grand -- why? Other gear for the spectrum analyzer, including some things I didn’t recognize, which was a surprise in and of itself, as I’m in the RF, network, and security business. Look at those later.

Three other buckets, and the second one had the Ryobi tools I was interested in, a variable speed drill, assorted bits, drywall screws, and a Ryobi impact driver. I popped the lithium batteries on both tools into the charger that was sitting out, putting the battery from the charger on the drill. Loaded the level and tape measure into that bucket and went back to the den.

Dasha? Not in the room. Noticed an iPad sitting face down on the bookcase running below the windows on the outside wall. Flipped it over. It was still on, showing ... a document about me! Full name, date of birth, SSN, driver’s license number, address! Summary: no arrest record and no traffic citations in the last decade. No debts, house and car paid off... Medical history! Whoever they are, these folks are quick and thorough! List of surgeries -- vasectomy, ruptured Achilles, laparoscopic cholecystectomy, and other than that a clean health record.

I flopped it back over again the way I’d found it and moved to the boxes, shaking my head.

Musing about that as I opened the display mount box. An abundance of caution on her part? Inviting someone you met in the Costco parking lot into your house... Still, she would seem to have some interesting connections to get that much information that quickly -- had to have been the phone call from her car? The only thing she had was my license plate. Hmpf -- the summary practically said, “Mostly harmless.” A house with mob connections -- her too? Would certainly seem that way.

I had a pile of parts on the opened-up box for the wall mount and was opening the TV box when she came back in a few minutes later. She saw the iPad and picked it up. Blank screen -- it had gone to sleep. She tossed it to the sheet-covered couch, then helped me slide the TV out of its box.

“Wonderful!” I exclaimed when it came out.

She gave me a confused look. I was sitting on my ass on the floor, and she was on her knees, leaning over, giving me a very nice view.

“This piece of cardboard,” I touched the cardboard covering the display. “It’s just the size for doing a mockup, so you can decide where you want the real thing to go.”

She smiled at that, and sat down. “I like! Very good!”

But after another minute or so assembling the display mount, I started to get up.

“What do you need?” she asked.

“I need some things from the tool bag in my car,” I replied.

She hopped up. “You stay here -- I will get. Car locked?”

I nodded and dug into my pocket for the fob for the Mini. “In the back,” I told her.

She laughed as she took it (giving me another good look in the process). “Just like mine!” Zip, she was gone.

She returned quickly with the tool bag. I got the thread locker and applied it to threads on the screws in the mount, tightening. “This will keep things from coming loose,” I explained.

Put the display part of the mount on the back of the TV and measured it. Made cardboard hangers for the cardboard TV mockup and taped them in place. Retrieved the bucket with the tools, bits, and screws. Centering horizontally was easy; vertical was more of an issue but that only took us a few minutes. I attached the mount temporarily with drywall screws and we temporarily hung the display.

“We can move it a few inches up and down. Is this where you want it?” I asked.

She was standing back a ways, smiling. She wiggled and clapped her hands -- that wiggle could arouse the dead. “That is wonderful!” she called happily.

“Good,” I replied, and turned to take the display off again. “Help please?”

She looked confused as we carefully put it back on the carpet.

“Now I put in the large screws to hold it securely,” I explained, holding up one of the lag screws.

“Ah, yes!” she agreed.

Take my time, marking where the wood mounting brackets should be -- the plywood behind the drywall made it harder to just tap the wall and hear where they were. Pre-drilled for the lags and used the impact driver to set them. Dasha stood watching, fingers in her ears. Not going anywhere!

We re-hung the TV. I pulled the mount arms out as far from the wall as it would go.

“I thought it would be much closer to wall,” she grumbled. She stood with stern pursed lips and arms crossed under her breathtaking bosom, one foot slightly ahead of the other.

I smiled. “You get to help more! Here, please,” I requested, motioning her closer. I plugged in the power, then moved her closer so she could see the connector panel. I picked up the instruction book as well, open to the connector page. “I’m going to go in back and push cables through this box one at a time. I will tell you where to plug them in, and that’s what I need you to do. Once all the cables are connected and we check everything out, we’ll move it into position, and it will be far closer to the wall. Okay? Can you help me with that?”

She smiled and stepped closer, pushing me back against the wall as she leaned forward to look at the connector panel on the back of the set, pressing into me. She turned, her back against me nicely, pushing her bottom into me as she looked up at the connectors, her head next to mine.

I took a chance, putting a hand on her waist. She raised it to a fur-covered breast. I took the hint and ran both hands over her lightly. She leaned back against me more, sighing and moving lasciviously. “Ah yes, I can help with this,” she sighed. After leaning and moving against me for a while, she stepped away, turning and taking my hands, pulling me into a hug and a kiss standing in the middle of the room. Her kiss was enthusiastic, energetic. I held her gently, running my hands over her. She gave me a squeeze, digging her fingers into my shoulders and back. I responded by squeezing her closer, picking her up. So tasty!

She was grinning from ear to ear when I put her down and we separated. I sat on the floor again, partially because I was a bit dizzy. Picked up the remote and installed the batteries. I held it up for her, saying, “So you can test it.” She looked like she was going to lunge for me! “Work first, play after!” I told her semi-severely.

She pushed out her lower lip in a pout, her shoulders drooping. I couldn’t help but laugh. I held out my arms to her.

Too much of an invitation! In a flash, she pushed me to my back and was sitting on me, wiggling her luscious bottom, then leaning forward for a kiss. I held her closer, enjoying her weight. She pushed up, her hands on my shoulders, looking in my eyes as she rocked her hips. I ran my hands over her fur-covered breasts, urging her forward again. She smiled more and moved, smothering me once more into fur and softness. I ran my hands over her back, moving one to the back of her head, and the other to the base of her spine, pulling her closer.

“Oh, yes!” she growled.

It was difficult, but I did it, moving my hands to her shoulders and pushing her up and away from me.

“Too much, darling?” she asked with a slight frown.

I sighed. “Not enough! But work first!”

She nodded moving back a bit and pulling me to sitting. But she sat in my lap, wrapping her legs around me and pulling my head to softness once more.

She let me go and helped me stand. I held her and whispered, “You make me dizzy -- and very hungry for you,” in her ear.

She felt my back and growled, “Very good!”

I got back to the equipment room and sat for a moment, letting my head clear. Wow! Had I plugged the damn thing in? I took a breath, stood up, and shouted at the blue boxes, “Is the power cord plugged in?”

“Yes!” came the reply.

I fed cables through the hole in the bottom of the wiring box. Each cable was already labeled, so all I had to do was call out the label as I pushed it through, and then feed wire.

“Dasha? Are you there?” I called, rattling a wire after a while.

“A moment -- I am doing other things!” she yelled back.

Should have been a two to three minute job, running a handful of pre-labeled cables. Instead it took almost fifteen! Gave me time to organize thoughts on next steps and gather the required manuals, remotes, and batteries. I need to check out each source, then program the tuner in the TV; while it’s doing a channel scan I can start programming other remotes. A lot of button pushing!

“Next one!” Dasha called out eventually.

“That was the last one!” I replied as I loaded the last of the remotes with batteries.

“Good!” she called back.

I gathered the stack of equipment and manuals and headed back. No, a pit stop -- next door down, a bathroom! A quick pit stop, including washing my face and hands after using the loo.

Going over the list in my mind as I walked down the hall. First is push the display back against the wall -- looks are more important than functionality! Pretty up the cables later on. Checkout, then start programming. I opened the door and said, “Okay, first let’s...”

Black drapes had been pulled over the windows for the length of the room. The lights were dimmed. The sheets covering the furniture were gone, revealing an abundance of furs -- and in the middle of the floor...

A pile of cushions, of furs, with Dasha in the middle -- a naked Dasha, with hands, a bare foot, and head visible in the furs.

“Come here,” she growled, extending both arms, revealing more skin and a succulent breast.

I slipped off my shoes and peeled off my shirt. I knelt by her feet as I quickly lost the rest of my clothes. She opened her arms and moved her feet, both feet now showing.

I touched the insides of her ankles, running my fingers up her calves a bit. She sighed loudly, her head going back. I moved down and followed her legs up, my head and shoulders going under the furs, sliding my hands up her thighs.

She shuddered and moaned as I kissed the insides of her thighs, working my way up. I moved my arms under her legs, brushing soft, dense furs. She was hot, moist, and tasty. I wasn’t very subtle, kissing her and probing with my tongue. I ran my hands over her as much as I could while teasing and tantalizing her with my mouth. At first her legs were wide open, but when I found the right spot and rhythm, they closed around my head as she moaned and moved beneath me.

She felt like she was on a fast track. I backed off a little, only to have her pull me closer again. Running my fingers on the insides of her hips seemed to help. I eased up a little as she came; she wasn’t clamping me in place with her legs and hand as much.

But I kept up my attention, slower, but just as earnest. After a while her whole body was sharing our rhythm, her legs wide apart again. I moved my hands to the insides of her thighs, stroking in time. She did something, pushing fur around my right hand. I took the hint, pulling on the fur throw with both hands and resuming my torment on the insides of her thighs with the fur. That got more noise!

Close enough -- I started kissing my way up her mound, pausing briefly at a delicious nipple, but only briefly as I kept moving up, starting my hard cock into her. Hot, wet, and tight! My head emerged from the furs as I moved closer, going deeper into her as she raised her knees.

We moved a bit and I pushed at cushions or something under her to give her better support and to make room for my knees on either side of her. I put my hands on her shoulders, pulling us together. She gave me a wild lascivious smile and flung her head back against the cushions as she held my arms and rocked her hips with abandon.

I pulled her thighs closer to my chest; she put her heels into my back to hold me as I ground into her. Her breasts looked so full, so tasty, and so far away.

I grabbed a fur throw and started rubbing her body with the fur; she really liked that. Feeling her breasts, caressing them through the fur, she felt so good.

She moved a hand to her mound, pressing. The way her vocalizations sounded, she felt it; I know I did! I grabbed her fur-wrapped thighs again, holding them to me, thrusting, moving my hands to her waist to hold her, to press deeper into her, and deeper as she rocked her hips.

I let out a moan as I felt the tingle start. She said something I didn’t understand, and started swirling her hips. She raised her head, looking at me intently, smiling. I pulled closer, past that point of inevitability, wanting where I was to last yet knowing it wouldn’t. She reached up and grabbed my head, holding me, and that did it. Looking into her eyes as I filled her, as she smiled more, rocking her hips, her eyes closing halfway as she shuddered and moaned wantonly, her head releasing back as she continued to hold me.

She did something with her hips, her internal muscles, that got a moan and another spurt from me. Holding on, but not very well, she guided me to my left. She jammed something between us as I collapsed and we separated with a slurp. She sighed as she wiped my used equipment, then moved beside me. As she moved closer, I aimed for a nipple. She caught on, saying something and pulling me to her, wrapping us up in soft, dense fur. I wrapped my arms around her, partially touching skin, partially enveloped in fur, and settled in. Her nipple was delicious and her breast full and warm, pressing into my face. She held my head, moving me as she whispered, wrapping us more in fur. I don’t know which was softer, the touch of the fur or the soft fullness of her breast.

Waking later, still in her arms, still at her breast, so comfortable. I ran my free hand down her body, gently caressing her through a layer of fur. I felt her move in response, and her nipple tightened in my mouth. I kept it up, sucking gently and caressing her mound, occasionally pressing more. I pressed more, rubbing her with the fur and she clamped my head to her, moaning loudly and shuddering from head to toe. I eased up and returned to just holding her.

Moving again, she switched me to the other side, more atop me. Fine. But after a while, the real world intruded.

I let go of her nipple and started moving away.

She pushed up and leaned back, still with a hand behind my head, caressing me. “Too much, darling?”

“No -- not enough! But I need to pee!”

She sighed and moved, unwinding and unwrapping us.

As we sat up, I noticed we’d been in a nest of fur spreads on a large cushion with a bunch of smaller cushions, some attached and some free.

“You like?” she asked with a smile.

I took one of the spreads. “Very nice,” I whispered as I caressed her breasts with the spread. Her eyes closed halfway and she sighed.

“You are quite a surprise,” she growled.

I started standing. She stood, and we hugged, going into a kiss. Stepping back she sighed, smiling, and took my hand. “This way,” she told me, leading the way.

Out into the hallway and down to the other end of the hall, two larger doors. We went in the left one.

Her bedroom -- a large four poster bed with a fur spread and plenty of fur-covered pillows. A lounge, similarly covered. Two doors along the left wall, both open, one into a large closet and the other into the bathroom. Dressers and storage, a woman’s mirrored makeup table. A door in the back along the right wall as well.

Dasha let me have some quality time on the loo. She came back into the bathroom and took her turn as I was washing up.

When she finished and paused briefly at the sink, she took my hand and led me to the bed. The fur cover had been turned down -- a flannel bottom sheet, and the cover was fur on both sides. A number of pillows and such that looked like different kinds of furs, and some smaller fur throws. She got into bed and invited me in with open arms and a warm smile.

I slid in next to her. She pulled the cover around us as we kissed. After a bit, I started moving down... She moved, helping me as she growled, “You were very good to me, darling,” placing a hand behind my head and moving me to where I wanted to be. “Oh, I like this as well,” she encouraged

We were on our sides wrapped together. At first I was aware that she was caressing my shoulders and head with the soft fur of the spread, holding me close. As she wiped me out, melting me in her arms, I was more and more on my back.

I moaned and took a sharp breath as the fur caressing my head, neck, and chest moved down my body. Now she was caressing my stomach and my groin, and I moaned again as she started including my cock in the torment.

“Enjoy, darling -- would you like me to finish you like this?” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me.

I gasped as she pulled away to bite my neck. “On top of me, please!” I moaned. I didn’t know if she was going to do it or not, though, the way she was stroking me with the fur. But she did, moving a leg over me. She leaned over to the other side, grabbing a cushion.

“Lift up, darling,” she said, and slid it under my bottom. She lined me up and eased down, making us both moan. Her weight on top of me, sliding me in deeper, the cushion under me helping fill her was so good.

“What a wonderful idea!” she moaned, rocking her hips, moving me inside her. She picked up a fur covered pillow and held it to her, wrapping her arms around it and pressing her face into it. With another moan she leaned forward, pulling up a grey-colored fur throw. She draped it over my chest an drew the ends along the sides of my face and head, oh so soft.

“Lift your head,” she asked, sliding a fur pillow under my head and shoulders as I lifted up. As soon as the pillow was in place, she pulled the throw up around me again, caressing me through the fur.

“Look at me, darling,” she sighed.

It was hard for me to keep my eyes open, looking at her. She leaned forward, tantalizing me with that so soft fur. She did something with her hips, something incredible, sending shockwaves through me. “Look in my eyes,” she repeated in a lower, growling tone. I tried to focus on her, her eyes drawing me in, a lusty smile on her face, and she did it to me again with her hips. “In my eyes,” she repeated, doing it to me again. The look of concentration on her face, the satisfied look, the shockwaves she sent through me, the softness of the furs combined with the magic of her hips and internal muscles -- I was moaning, incoherent with pleasure, trying to hold her but tangled up in the furs as she held me, caressed me, and rocked on top of me.

I felt the inevitability, an incredible relief. She must have felt it as well; her smile broadened and she slowed her hips, more intense, holding me at the edge, her eyes and her smile filling me, her gaze so intent as she studied me, drawing it out as long as she could. Coming at last, filling her, still being swirled and squeezed. I couldn’t focus. I heard her speaking softly in a language I didn’t understand as she moved my head around, still cosseting me with those amazingly soft furs. All the tension drained out of me, my eyes closing. my hips moving on their own, giving her all I had.

In her arms again, surrounded by the softness of furs, but more important, by the softness and fullness of her breasts, the beating of her heart filling me.

Awakening to motion, Dasha slipping out of my grasp and getting out of bed.

I made it to my back, closing my eyes. I was wiped out still, gloriously wiped out! Yet I still wanted more... Laying there, head buzzing, surrounded by softness...

The sound of a toilet flushing, and shortly after, movement on the bed once more.

Cool skin against my own, Dasha purring, “You are so warm...” as we wound together, my head once more resting on her bosom.

“Thank you so much,” I whispered, kissing the side of a breast.

“Thank you, darling!” she replied, kissing my head. “You have been very good to me!”

“What did you do to me?” I asked.

She chuckled, squeezing me. She moved away a bit, but only to her side, up on one elbow.

I turned to her more, opening my eyes. “You are so delicious, and so pretty -- what did you do to me?”

That carnivorous smile once more... “Did you like, darling? I was worried I was out of practice...”

“Practice any time you want!”

She laughed, picking up one of the tantalizing pieces of silver-gray fur and touching the side of my face.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment, enjoying.

“Oh, darling... Would you like to be a kept man for a while?”

I opened my eyes, took her hand, and kissed it. “I would like that very much. Besides, I still have work to finish.”

She nodded. “And we will pay you for that work.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You don’t need to.”

She frowned a bit. “You have no job.”

I shook my head again. “More complex than that. Some friends and I started a company about two years ago. We developed some very interesting ideas. So interesting that a much larger company, the leader in that field, bought us a few months ago. They paid us a great deal of money. And they are paying two of us a great deal of money for the next year. I have no office, no responsibilities other than a meeting every Tuesday morning, and they pay me very well.”

“That is very strange,” she said with furrowed brow.

“Our technology is a big threat to them -- they are still deciding if they are going to use it, or bury it. They pay us so they can be sure we won’t cause them more trouble.”

She smiled and nodded. “I understand. They are paying you to make love to me!”

I shook my head. “No, not to make love to you; to make love with you. There is a big difference.”

She smiled more. “Yes there is, darling! And you can stay with us?”

I nodded. “Of course -- I should get more clothes, and I may need more tools to finish the wiring; I’m not sure if everything I need is here.”

She shrugged. “Get what you need. All the tools here, you can keep. I think you can tell; we are not experts in these things.”

“The previous workers left some very unusual and interesting tools,” I told her, thinking of the Anritsu SA in particular.

She shrugged. “Of what use are they to us?”

I pulled her closer. “You are experts at other things...”

She growled, moving more on top of me and pulling me to a nipple. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.

It’s not fair -- I’m so hungry for her, enjoying being in her arms so much, and she changes the way she’s holding me, so comforting, so safe, and the next thing I know I’m waking up as she’s getting out of bed.

She helped me out of bed, stretching and hugging. “Would you like lunch?” she asked.

“That would be very nice,” I told her, kissing her neck.

“Good. I will fix.” She gave me a strong hug.

“I’ll check out the TV and start programming the remotes.”

She picked up a simple cloth robe and headed out. I followed, stark naked, going back to the den as she went down the stairs. Damn, nice to watch her jiggle down the stairs...

*

Opening the door, stepping back into the den -- what a glorious mess! What an interesting story the room told! In front of the wall with the TV, cardboard boxes, packing materials, tools. Bucket with a bunch of remotes and manuals. A man’s clothing, hastily removed. A large ... tuffet? Too big to call it a cushion, not a beanbag as it had shape. Nest? Love nest? Okay, a love nest piled with furs. More cushions, then a wooden coffee table with neatly stacked women’s clothing, and a couch, also bedecked in furs. Looks like an interesting story. Hope it has a happy ending! Hope it goes on for a while!

Where to start?

I started by going to the coffee table and picking up Dasha’s top. An interesting, intricate garment, soft sheared fur on both sides, shaped and shapely. Picked it up and brushed my face with it, buried my face in it. Soft and carrying her fragrance... I put it back down in her pile.

Cold in here, with the forced-air system going. I put on socks, shorts, and my shirt, folding my pants on the coffee table next to Dasha’s clothes. Moved the bucket of remotes and manuals and set them out on the coffee table. Powered up the AV system -- success! Brought up the new TV, and the Blu-Ray player. Programmed the Blu-Ray player with my Pandora account and started it playing Brazilian - Jobim - Bossa Nova stuff. That worked, and sounded nice. Okay, flip the TV back to external antenna and start it doing a channel scan. That would take a few minutes.

Cleaned up the cardboard boxes and packing material, putting the lot inside the TV box.

Tidying up the furs was a lot harder. Yes, harder... Picking them up, feeling them, smelling them, folding them and putting them on the back of the couch. Different types, different styles. Some long and sleek, some short and dense, some sheared, some long, soft, and fluffy. The tuffet/cushion was around six feet in diameter, maybe a little less. Higher at the “back” than the front. Interesting construction; a central section ran from front to back, narrower at the low front end, maybe a foot wide, and about two feet wide at the back end. Cushions right next to it on both sides, so you had slits going down pretty much to the base. Fabric cover with a soft finish, but sturdy fabric. Interesting...

I sighed and moved to the couch -- imagining geometries and combinatorics could wait for later. For now, let’s program remotes! But even there I was distracted by large sheepskins on the couch, and more folded fur throws.

I’d gotten a lot done when the door opened and Dasha came in.

“Lunch with me in kitchen?” she asked. She looked around the room and nodded, smiling. “Very nice! Do you do floors?” she asked with a smirk.

“No.” I replied quickly, standing up.

She gave me a mock pout. I put on my pants and we headed downstairs.

Small table in the kitchen, she’d made us grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and a fruit salad. We sat next to each other.

“You were a gymnast?” I asked as we ate.

Raised eyebrow. “How did you know?”

“I guessed -- your shoulders and upper back.”

She nodded and smiled, then sighed. “Yes, and I was good, but not good enough. And then one day, it happens.” She cupped her breasts and jiggled them.

I nodded. “And your balance is never the same -- but I am very glad that happened.”

She smirked. “Oh, I know you are, darling...” She sighed again, spearing more fruit from the bowl. “So it was with my sister as well. But our mother, she prepared us well and made us study.” She looked up for a moment, then at me, smiling and smirking. “Monday morning! You can help!”

“With what?” I asked.

“I fly out and my sister Julya flies in, early Monday -- could you do that?”

“Take you to the airport and bring Julya back?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes, much easier than leaving car for her -- she left her keys here, silly sister.”

“I can do that. What time?”

She smirked again. “Early, but don’t worry, darling -- I’ll wake you...”

I put a hand on her thigh. “Give us time to snuggle, please. I need to snuggle.”

She nodded. “So do I, and so does my sister...”

My turn to do the raised eyebrow thing.

Dasha laughed. “I have only told her a little about you, darling. I don’t even know what furs you like!”

I smiled and shrugged. “Whatever you are wearing.”

Her laugh went lower. “We will find out, darling... Soon?”

“Work first -- I’d like to show you how things are set up.”

She gave me the mock pout again. “If you insist. The music it was very nice -- does it play here?”

I looked around... A suspicious looking switch plate with a knob, a rocker switch, and an IR receiver, maybe some LEDs? I got up and went to it. Assume the knob is volume, I pushed the rocker and after a few pushes we had music! “Yes!” announced.

She clapped again, smiling from ear to ear. “Wonderful! What else do you need to do?”

I sat down again for a little more fruit. “The remotes are almost programmed. I should write down instructions for you. Then look at the wiring, and what needs to be done to complete it -- someone was in the middle of things when they left for lunch.”

She nodded. “Many things were unfinished. Some was good, some not so good.”

We cleaned up the kitchen a bit and then headed upstairs. I started for the den, but Dasha turned me to her bedroom, and into the bathroom. “Wash up first!” she insisted.

I gave my face and hands a cursory going over while she used the loo. I was ready to take my turn but she said, “No, darling... Sit, please.” She pulled up a stool and put me on it.

Not sure I liked the way she looked me over. She ran the hot water, and scrubbed my face with a washcloth!

“Much better!” she declared.

I pushed my lower lip out in a pout; not sure I liked that.

She laughed and pulled me to her bosom. “Oh darling -- I am sorry! But you are so good to me, and so warm! And you could be very dashing man!”

She used the sink and I used the loo. But once I flushed and stood up, she picked up the washcloth again, and gently wiped my wedding tackle. She dried me gently, smiling, and gave me a questioning look.

Well, two can play this game... I took the washcloth and warmed it up, squeezing it out some. I brought her closer to the sink and went down on one knee. Opening her robe, I washed her off gently, looking up into her eyes. Well, mostly into her eyes... She sighed a bit, and her nipples crinkled up nicely at the attention I gave her. I plopped the washcloth in the sink and patted her dry with a hand towel, then leaned in closer and kissed her nicely trimmed thatch.

“Mmm, I like the way you think!” she sighed.

I stood up and she took my hand, leading us back to the den. She spread one of the large sheepskins on the couch, and swung me around to sit on it. I took the hint. She picked up one of the fur throws, and sitting in my lap, wrapped the throw around us.

Wrapping the throw around us to the point that I couldn’t reach the remote sitting on the coffee table in front of us, “Uh, can you get the remote? The one closest to us?” I asked.

As she leaned forward, she moved her bottom in my lap. I slid a fur-covered hand into her robe and on to her skin, letting her know I appreciated her.

“Oh that is nice -- what did you want to show me?” she teased.

I pulled her back to me and took the remote. She gave me an impish look, then looked me in the eye and said, “I will listen.”

“Thank you,” I replied softly, kissing the end of her nose.

I showed her how to use the main remote and how the various components worked. She listened, and asked good questions. She also agreed that most of what was on television was garbage. She kissed me on the nose and told me she thought we had better ways to spend our time together.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head a bit, holding her as we kissed. Such an enticing, soft, warm woman -- so delicious, so animated.

“You are delicious,” I told her when we paused for a breath.

Such a voracious look, such a carnivorous smile. “Will you humor me, darling?”

“What would you like?” I asked, holding her, running my hands over her and the furs.

“Back to my bedroom?”

“Of course.”

We stood up. She moved to the tuffet. “Help move this?”

I nodded. I pushed the master off button on the remote and put it back on the table.

Hadn’t noticed the loops around the edge of the tuffet; they were under flaps in the outer fabric. They were well anchored and made it quite easy to pick up the bulky but not too heavy thing and move it to the bedroom.

Introduction

We put the tuffet with its high side near the bed. Standing up again, she put her hands on my shoulders.

“Darling, I would like to introduce you to our furs,” she purred.

“That sounds nice,” I replied.

What a carnivorous smile... “Use the bathroom and we should disrobe...” she suggested.

I kissed her forehead and visited the loo. Didn’t have a lot to offer.

I folded my pants and put my clothes on the chair in front of her vanity. She was standing by the bed, still wearing her white cloth robe.

As I approached, she picked up a pair of eyeshades from the bed. “Darling, I would like you to humor me. I promise, if you ask me to stop, I will -- but I believe we will both enjoy this very much. Will you trust me?”

I nodded and said, “Yes.”

She smiled more and put the eyeshades over my eyes. “Now for these,” she said, and she slid something like mittens on to my hands, fur lined of course. “Now we start introducing you,” she said, leading me by the hand.

Stepping from carpet to something like hardwood and then back to carpet again, a much softer carpet with much thicker and compliant padding. I was trying to figure out what I was standing on when I learned something else.

Dasha brought my hands together and raised them -- the mittens were more like cuffs! There was something snug around the wrists, and soon my hands were raised above my head!

“Comfortable, darling?” she asked, a lilt in her voice.

“This is okay for a while,” I replied, not entirely sure anymore.

I gasped and tugged at my hands as I was enveloped in softness. From knees to nipples and then up to my face, incredible soft fur. I turned, gasping, suddenly hanging from my hands, quickly getting my feet under me once more.

“Oh, I am so glad you like that, darling!” Dasha cooed. She teased me more with the fur, so good...

A moment’s respite, allowing me to catch my breath, then more fur, more like one of the ones in the den or from the bed, not the shock of that first one...

“Not as exciting, hmmm? We try this?”

The next one, soft, but -- I pulled away, being poked.

“Ah, those are guard hairs, an interesting sensation, but not for you, I see... Possibly this one?”

Another fur, softer, denser, much nicer. Didn’t have the shocking lightness and softness of that first one... Suddenly I was wrapped in it and Dasha was kissing me. Breaking off the kiss and caressing me with the fur, stroking my rapidly hardening cock with it, then pulling away...

So many different kinds, so many sensations. Some soft and silky. Some coarser, to the point of being prickly -- didn’t like those. And some so soft, so creamy... With one, she brought me close to the edge... And then let me hang in the coolness until I settled down again.

I don’t know how long it went on, being teased and tormented. Some of the furs were delicious, creamy, and almost orgasmic -- she was careful. Yet others were so-so to uncomfortable; I didn’t like prickly guard hairs, or coarse furs.

Half-standing, half-hanging, catching my breath once more, my heart still pounding, I called to her. “Dasha, I’m cold and uncomfortable. This is hurting my arms and shoulders.”

She replied immediately, “Oh darling! Thank you for telling me!”

My hands, still in the mittens and still connected together, lowered.

They lowered over her head, my arms around her neck, and her arms around me, holding me and kissing me, pressing me into one of those oh so soft and tantalizing furs.

Holding me, easing my head into the soft collar of the coat, she told me, “I will get what we need and we will go. Thank you for being so patient with me! The next part will be far more enjoyable, for both of us!”

I felt another fur pressing up against my back; we walked back onto the hardwood floor and from there to carpet again. “Let me help you down on your back,” she told me, and I collapsed in a semi-controlled fashion on the tuffet.

On my back on the tuffet, with her in that tantalizing fur on top of me! She moved up, my head now engulfed in soft fur and skin as I nuzzled for a nipple.

I was so intent on my oral search I didn’t notice my hands being separated and clipped to loops in the tuffet!

“Now let’s take care of those cold feet!” she called, moving off me and slipping my feet into comfy fur-lined low boots that came up a few inches above my ankles -- and were quickly clipped to the tuffet as well! I’d been moving my hands to see if I could get loose while she’d done that.

I was covered with soft fur as she called, “I will be back in a moment, darling -- relax!”

I sighed and relaxed back. Might as well go with it. My feet did feel warmer, and it was nice laying down again. The fur I was on was denser, softer. The one on top of me was one of the tantalizing ones.

The softness went away, exposing my naked body to the coolness of the room. Then with a tug, the eyeshades went away.

Oh my -- I gasped. Dasha was standing in front of me wearing a beautiful full length fur coat and a matching hat. The fur was so thick and luscious, a silvery white with darkness at the tips. The body of the coat, so thick, and the collar was so full, as were the sleeves.

She turned back and forth a little, showing off. “Do you like, darling?” she purred.

“You are beautiful,” I whispered.

She smiled. “Oh, but you are getting cold! Let me help!”

I gasped as she leaned down, letting that soft delicious fur barely touch me.

I’m not sure what she did, or how it happened. I was lost, caressed by softness, drifting in softness. So relaxed, yet so turned on. So soft, so gentle, so delicious -- yet I wanted her weight on top of me. I wanted to feel my cock gripped by her hot, wet, tightness, pushing, pressing into her. But all I got was softness, soft touches, soft whispers, at least for a while. She let me drift attached to a nipple, surrounded by her softness and the softness of the furs.

She slid down my body, caressing my face with the soft collar of the coat. The cool air of the room startled me a bit, but not enough to get me to open my eyes.

A soft laugh, and, “Look at me, darling.”

I opened my eyes to see her sitting between my legs. She smiled, moving her arms together, sliding fur-covered arms up my thighs, groin, and stomach, the fur just touching me -- so electric! I gasped, and she moved her arms down again, slowly, enticing.

She teased me, teased my cock, balls, my skin from the insides of my thighs and stomach, with those oh so soft, fluffy, and full fur sleeves of the coat. She soon had me moaning and moving, wanting more, needing more, wanting more to finish me off.

But she paused and sat back, leaving me panting, my cock so hard.

“Oh, we don’t want you to get cold!” she cooed. She leaned forward, putting her divine weight on me, her weight through the fur of the coat and I tried to move, to thrust against her, but she leaned forward and then leaned back, pulling away, putting a fur throw on me, covering my chest and up around the sides of my face, soft and enticing.

“Let’s try some different things, shall we?” she said, getting my attention again.

She picked up a piece of fur a couple of feet long and a few inches wide. Holding one end in each hand, she lowered it on to me, one end near my sternum and the other end between my legs. I felt the electrifying contact of soft fur. Looking intently into my eyes, she started drawing the fur up and down oh so slowly, teasing me. Something about it seemed to envelop my cock, and I started moving my hips to try and thrust into it. She stopped and switched to another one. That felt good, and would do the job if only she...

The next one, soft and smooth as she pulled it in one direction, but going back, sharp jabs! I jerked and tried to pull away! But she teased me with it more, tugging along my balls to poke me, making me thrust deeper into it, pushing into a tighter, snugger end at the top of the fur.

That got pulled away as well, leaving me panting once more. “See, darling, that can be nice as well,” she tried to convince me. She shook her head and smirked, then picked up another piece of fur. “You will like this one more,” she said with an affirmative nod.

Oh yes, that one felt better, denser, giving me more of what I needed. I relaxed back, enjoying, another minute or two would do it...

“Good, darling, relax and enjoy -- but not that much with this one! I have saved the best for you for last!”

As I looked up in some disappointment, she surprised me by wrapping a hand around the fur covering my cock and giving me a few strong squeezing strokes, strokes that had me moaning, my head back and eyes closed once more. But that tantalizing fur pulled away, to her laughter. “Oh, we will return to that another time, I promise,” she told me. I let my head drop back once more.

“Darling!” she called sharply.

I raised my head and looked at her, moving the soft fur surrounding my face and neck.

She was holding a long piece of the same kind of fur as her coat, silvery white with dark tips, so full and soft looking. She smiled and nodded a bit. “Like with the last one, relax and let it happen darling, relax and do not strain.” She drew it slowly over my cock and then down again; it felt like my cock was encased in softness. “Relax and let me, darling,” she repeated, moving the fur slowly.

I sighed and let go, letting my eyes close again. Such sensation -- so soft, so luscious. It felt good, so good, yet I wanted... I wanted her weight on top of me, the hot tightness of sliding into her, the combination of softness and solidity in sliding our bodies apart and together.

But she continued, soft and slow, so tantalizing, so dizzying! She moved between my legs, pressing more fur from her coat into my legs. She kept it up, occasionally reminding me to relax, or telling me how good it felt -- that I knew!

Finally, finally! I felt it, getting close. I probably moaned; I could feel my hips moving on their own, trying to push deeper into the softness.

“Good, darling, enjoy!” she cooed, moving closer.

I was close, so close -- and I felt things change, my cock sliding into something with more definition than that soft fur, something snug, oh so good, sliding in and out of that snugness even as she teased my groin and balls with the softness of the fur, sliding out, then sliding in, thrusting my hips...

Finally coming, letting go and pulsing, listening to her coo as she fondled me with fur, now the firmness of a hand on the fur covering my cock, firmly yet gently finishing me off.

Her weight and her fur moving atop me once more, engulfed in fur, finding a nipple once more.

Like in a dream, moving to the other side, my hands were free! I held her, my arms holding her and that soft fur, feeling her through the fur of the coat, drowning myself in her. She helped, squeezing me, smothering me to her, only releasing me partially to envelop me in a cloud of fur, my head between her breasts.

She moved, lifting away. I held her more. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me, rocking back and forth. She pulled up her knees and pressed against me, rubbing her groin against my fur-encased cock as she smothered me to a breast. I moved a hand to squeeze her other breast through the fur, pressing my other hand on her lower back as she ground against me. The attention to her nipples helped, I hope... She made more noise, her hips moving with more abandon, then focusing on one area, one movement, squeezing me tight.

With a shudder and a sigh, her hips slowed. She released me, moving as I took a breath. Her lips on mine, panting as we kissed, cosseting both of us with the lush fur collar of the coat. I ran my hands over her back, enjoying her, and the fur.

She propped herself up on her arms, her face filled with a satiated smile.

“Thank you,” I told her, reaching to feel her breasts gently through the fur. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips sensuously. “What do you need?” I whispered. She smiled, tilting her head to one side to brush the fur of the collar more. I moved my hands, sliding them under the outside of the collar, bringing both sides up to envelop her face in fur. She sighed, moving her head around, then pressing into the fur more, her hips picking up their action. I spread my fingers out, pressing the fur against the sides of her face and head. That did something strong -- her vocalizations changed and her hips moved more strongly, her hands going to her breasts, pleasuring them with fur as she leaned into my hands. I pressed against the sides of her head with my fingers as best I could, moving her head slightly. She moaned and shuddered, her knees squeezing my sides, eventually collapsing down on top of me. I eased her down as best I could making sure her face was wrapped in fur, moving my arms around her shoulders to hold her gently.

What a wonderful glowing smile she had when she looked at me! Propped up on her arms again, she sighed and shook her head with a satiated glow.

“What?” I asked, gently stroking the fur at the sides of the coat.

She looked at me more intently. “It is I who am supposed to be having my way with you, darling,” she growled with a smile.

I sighed, moving my hands back up to her breasts. “Oh, but you have,” I whispered in reply.

She moved her legs, squeezing me for a moment, pressing her hips against me once more and shuddering. She sighed and swirled her hips around slowly. “Did you enjoy, darling?”

“What you did? It was intense,” I told her honestly.

“Would you like again?” she asked tentatively.

I smiled. “Not tonight! But yes, especially if you enjoy it as well.”

More of a smile... “Oh darling, thank you -- I enjoy doing that for you, almost as much as I enjoy this...”

She moved down, caressing my face with the fur again, easing me to a nipple, carrying me off to some distant land, a place of serenity...

“Oh, so good,” she whispered, pulling away, sitting up, running her hands across my chest.

I managed to open my eyes. “More than I can tell,” I whispered.

“We are both very lucky,” she whispered in reply.

A big sigh, sitting up more. “But the real world, it is still there. We have things to do. Help me pick up?”

“Of course, but you have to turn me loose first,” I told her, moving my legs, my feet still clipped to the tuffet.

She nodded moving off and unclipping me from the bottom of the tuffet. “You can do this to me if you would like,” she offered.

“That would be fun,” I agreed with her.

After freeing my feet, she leaned forward, fondling my balls through the fur still on me. I dropped my head back to the tuffet. Different sensation as she pulled my fur torment away, wiping me with a hand towel as I looked up again. She stood, offering me her hands to help me up. I accepted her help, and pulled her into a hug, enjoying the fur once more, and a soft, long kiss.

*

Humming the Wrong Tune

I got to “see” the fur vault, helping Dasha put things away. Still a little wobbly but wow, getting there had been a trip! Dasha loaded me up with an armload of furs, the objects of my torture. She wore that incredible silver fox coat, with a mink one over one arm.

The door looked like any other closet door... But opening that door and stepping inside -- a cool (cold) storage room, shared by both bedroom suites. It had to be twelve by twenty feet or so? Hanging rods suspended from the ceiling with a huge array of fur coats, fur jackets, a bunch of leather jackets, fur vests, fur spreads, an amazing assortment. The hardware I’d been hung from... Shelves along the sides with more furs of every description, furs and fur pieces, storage boxes?

“You like?” Dasha asked with a sly smile as she put her pile on a counter and started hanging up the mink.

I was still looking around, remembering the sensations, coming in here with my eyes covered. “This is amazing,” I managed to say. I saw one, a long dark brown coat, long fur and a lush deep collar...

“Go ahead and touch, darling,” Dasha said. She took the furs from my arms, brushing me with the coat she was wearing and sending shivers through me. She moved us closer to the brown one I’d been looking at. “This is one of Julya’s favourites. Would you like to be taken by this one, hmmm?” She urged me closer to the coat with one hand at my back, and with the other brushed my face with the collar, so soft, instantly lost.

Moving me away, I managed to open my eyes again. She moved me to a nearby stepstool, sitting me on the top step. She held my head between luscious fur-covered arms.

“Oh, you are quite the catch,” she whispered, and stepped closer to me.

I let my eyes close as she drew me into the softness of the collar on the coat, surrounding me in fur. I wound my arms around her, taking in softness. Eventually she stepped away, leaving me drifting.

I blinked my eyes open, rolling my shoulders and then my head to try and clear it some. Dasha was just about through putting things away from the looks of it.

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to a saddle-looking thing on the floor.

Dasha looked at it and sighed sadly. “Help me move it,” she requested.

It was a seat or saddle-shaped thing, heavier than it looked, covered in fabric and built on a sturdy base. It had a central seat area, clearly defined areas for your bottom, a backrest coming up a foot or so, and a front section that also came up a foot or so, narrower than the backrest. As we put it down, I poked at it; the center section was lined with a few inches of a memory foam under the cloth covering. A lever on the front? Two levers, and a switch. I looked at Dasha in bewilderment.

She smiled and nodded, but kind of a sad smile. “Oh, this was so good; it used to be a favorite, especially of my sister, before we moved to your country. This,” she nudged a power transformer the thing was plugged into, “was supposed to make it work, but it is not the same. Here, I show you. Sit, please.”

I sat down on it; it was indeed lined with something like memory foam. My legs were spread a bit, and I was eight inches or so off the floor.

She plugged the other end of the transformer into a wall outlet. “This,” she said as she moved one lever to the other side of the device, causing something to move internally, “here for boys,” she said with a smirk. “Then this, not too tight the first time...” She moved the other lever and the front foam portion moved in closer, pressing into me and holding me snugly. “Then we do this...”

She pressed a switch and the thing came to life, filling me with a strong vibration against my cock and along the seam between my legs! Vibrating and rocking, pulsing and moving randomly, oh...

I sprang out of it before I came! I rolled to my side and to my back on the carpeted floor. Dasha took advantage of the situation by sitting on me as she flipped the switch off and the buzzing stopped.

“Why did you not enjoy it, darling? It is easy to clean,” she said with a smirk as she moved her hips slowly. She leaned forward to smother me in fur a bit more, then moved to a kiss. I held her on top of me.

She sat up, hands on my shoulders. “Did you like that?” she asked.

“It was quite a surprise,” I told her.

She chuckled, then sighed, shaking her head again. “Yes... At home, it was so good... But here, it does not work the same. It does not even sound the same. A pity, as we...”

Like someone ringing a bell in my head -- it didn’t sound the same! That got the technologist’s attention! “It doesn’t sound the same?” I interrupted, “It sounds like this,” I made a humming noise, trying to remember what it had sounded like, “and it should sound like this?” I made a lower pitched humming noise.

She tilted her head to the side a bit. “Yes, that is so. Do you know why?”

I nodded, still on my back on the carpeted floor. “Yes, and I think I can make it work as ...”

She squealed in delight and pounced on me again, smothering me to softness and kissing my head.

I worked my head more inside the softness of the fur until I found a nipple. I latched on and she held me. She was saying something, but I couldn’t quite hear her from the way I was wrapped up.

Disentangling and helping each other up, she asked again, “You can make it work as it should?”

I put my arms around her, pulling her closer, letting my head down on her shoulder. So good! “I need a piece of equipment from my house to do some tests, but I think I understand the problem. If I am correct, I should be able to get it working as it did in Europe.” I even remembered where in the garage the power stage should be hiding.

She squeezed me. “Oh if you can do that, darling, you will have two women very happy with you!”

“I will do my best,” I told her.

She wiggled her hips against me. “You have done very well up to now!”

She got up and started taking off that delicious coat. I guess I sighed louder than I thought.

She turned to me and shook her head. “Do not worry, darling! We will take very good care of you! Here, come here.” She stepped to the leather coats and jackets.

I walked over. She pulled a brown leather jacket off a hanger. “I think this,” she said, and helped me try it on. It was lined with sheared fur, and fit nicely. “Yes! That is a good start!”

We left the storage area; too large to be a mere closet. I took off the coat and put it on a chair.

Dasha looked at me, holding out open arms. We hugged, skin on skin. She sighed, a long sigh, like one of my sighs...

I leaned back and looked at her. Was it over already? It had been a fun ride, if so.

“I must do grocery shopping, to get some food in this house,” she told me.

I nodded. “And I should get more clothes, and some equipment, some tools, from my house.”

She frowned a bit, holding my waist more. “Promise you will return? Please?”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss her neck. “Yes, I will return. I want to go to sleep in your arms and wake up in your arms in the morning. Please?”

She ran her hands up to my shoulders. “Mmm, yes, that sounds very nice, darling. Will you keep me warm?”

“I promise,” I told her, kissing her neck more.

She sighed again, a much better sigh. “Then I will let you escape for a while. We should get dressed.”

“Take the jacket!” she reminded me as we were leaving her bedroom. I picked it up -- it felt better than my old one.

We went to their office downstairs. It had two desks, each with LCD, keyboard, mouse, and a desktop windows box. Another table had a laser printer and an all-in-one color inkjet, scanner, fax combo. Add to that short file cabinets and the usual clutter of paper. She opened a file cabinet and rooted around, pulling out an envelope, extracted something, and put the envelope back.

“Here is key to our house,” she told me, handing me the key. Looked like a standard hardware-store Kwikset; I wasn’t impressed. “Thank you,” I told her.

She smiled and we hugged again. We spent a few minutes discussing dietary likes and dislikes, with no real conflicts.

“Off to our errands!” she declared. And with a leer she added, “The sooner we return, the sooner we can return to bed...”

I nodded and sighed. “I am not a teenager -- and have not been for many, many years, I’m not twenty anymore -- hell, I’m not forty anymore!” I reminded her. She’d put that sheared fur top back on, and I enjoyed running my hands over it, and her.

She nodded, a wry smile. “I know, darling,” she said softly, leaning close to kiss me on the nose. “I am no teenager as well -- and you have been very good to me.” She held my hands over her breasts.

Another hug, more sighs, and we made it out of the house.

I tagged my GPS to show me the quick way home; I wasn’t sure what the best route to the freeway was. Thinking of what I’d need -- my MacBook pro and charger, clothes and bathroom stuff, power meter from the workbench, and the eurobox from the garage.

I had to chuckle about that... Early on in our startup, David ranted about this great piece of gear he’d found on eBay, a random bitstream generator, certified to all these standards, yada, yada, yada. It would save us weeks, if not months of work. We agreed that if it met its published specs, it would be a big help. Big help! When it arrived, the sucker weighed over sixty pounds and was built like a damn tank. A German tank, as it was from a German company. Coming from Germany, it wanted 220-230 volts. David had already purchased a step-up transformer from Fry’s. We plugged things in, turned it on -- and promptly smoked the step-up transformer!

I started taking things apart and quickly determined that the beast not only wanted 230 volts, it demanded 230 volts at 50 cycles per second, not the North American 60 cycle standard! It had a particularly large and nasty ferro-resonant power transformer, which would only work on 50 cycles. That’s what had smoked the poor step-up transformer.

So I spent a few days cobbling together an old audio power amp and an oversized filament transformer with dual primaries from a local surplus house, driving it with my trusty HP 3314A function generator. My benchtop kludge let us power up the beast -- it drew 140 watts. But it came up and David checked it out. The three of us agreed we needed a better, or at least more compact, solution to powering the beast.

I put together a more compact solution, based around a better commercial audio power amplifier, a handbuilt 50 cycle sinewave source, and a custom toroidal core transformer made specially for us. I even packaged it so it wouldn’t be a safety or fire hazard, and looked reasonably professional. It ran the beast pretty much continuously for thirteen months, until we learned that its bistreams had some very subtle flaws. Well, we were now the experts in this field... We designed and built our own box, decommissioned the beast, and the 50 cycle power supply went into hibernation on a shelf in my garage.

To be gloriously recalled to service -- to run a sex toy! Let’s hear it for science!

That was my last stop, after getting clothes and bathroom stuff. I took it off the shelf and out of its protective plastic bag. Plugged it in on the garage workbench and turned it on -- three green lights! I held down the test button; a pair of 100 watt 120 volt incandescent light bulbs in series, and they lit up, the meters displaying what they should. We’re in business! Turned it off and loaded it in the back of the car.

Locked up the house, making sure the lights were set to go on and off automagically. Sighed again, then told my self to stop looking back, and look forward instead! Back to more fun!

I parked in the back where I’d been, giving Dasha plenty of room for the Audi. Unlocked the back door and made a few trips, what with clothes and bathroom stuff, the bag with my laptop and assorted tech stuff, and finally the power supply. Clothes went in the bedroom, bathroom stuff in the bathroom, tools went into the server room behind the new TV that started this whole deal, and the power supply I hauled into the fur vault.

Took me a moment to find the light switch... What an incredible sight! All those furs! I took my power supply over to the saddle and sat on the carpeted floor.

Reached for the step-up transformer... “Oh crap...” I declared. The saddle thing had a permanently attached power cord with a permanently attached euro plug that fit nicely into the socket on the transformer, but wouldn’t fit for shit into the different euro socket on my power supply. I knew where to go to get the right socket for my gadget, and I also knew they were closed until Monday morning. “Well shit, son,” I added to nobody in particular. If this thing worked, and I had no doubts about it, I had the hunch it would be used regularly, and so should be safe for mere mortals -- no paperclips.

I got up and retrieved my Kill-o-Watt power meter from my bag in the server closet. Still needed to be sure the saddle drew less than 150 watts or so. Plugged the power meter into the wall, then the transformer, and plugged the saddle into the other side of the transformer. Turned on the switch for the saddle and listened to it make noise -- 68 watts peak, no problem! I moved levers around and turned it on and off some more, but 68 was the peak load. Get the socket Monday, and we’d be in business.

Standing up... I reached over and buried my face in a fur coat, inhaling deeply. Feeling it... I stood up, dizzy. Wow! Picked up the power meter and the power supply and went back to where I’d be safe!

Set the power supply and power meter aside and got out my laptop, plugging in an Ethernet cable that was on the workbench.

Surprise! Shortly after entering my password, up pops a dialog box asking for the password to an Airport Extreme Simultaneous Dual Band access point that needs its firmware upgraded! Ooh -- I remember seeing something on that... I dug for the stack of hand-scribbled notes.

Whoever had set the thing up had a sense of humor at least. DSL modems in the area were from a company called 2Wire, and advertised wireless SSIDs in the form “2WIRExxx” where xxx is a three digit number. The wiseass that set up the network here, and even though the house used cable rather than DSL, named it “2WIRE666.” Nice. I found the scratch sheet and laughed; the password was “mel0ns” which I took as a definite nod to the ladies... And he used WPA2, better security.

Brought up the config for the access point and frowned. My opinion of him dropped a few notches. It was configured for full DHCP, even though we had a perfectly good router and firewall upstream. I was about to click the box to put it into bridge mode when I had another thought. Running the access point as it was, all the wireless clients appeared to the upstream boxes, such as the router, as one IP. That was bad for reporting and tracking, but great if you wanted to obscure things... Brought up the DHCP client list.

Nine entries -- four pairs of related MAC addresses, and one weirdo! I took a screen shot of that, then looked up the MAC addresses on the IEEE OUI website to see who they belonged to. (The first six digits of the MAC address identify the device manufacturer.) Okay, four of them are Apple -- two iPhones, and two iPads. A pair of Dell ones, a pair of HP, and one Hua Wei, which could be just about anything.

The easiest way to find out which of those is still alive -- I deleted everything from the table and clicked the buttons to go ahead with the firmware upgrade, which would reboot the access point. Anybody that was still around would reconnect. And if it’s more than just the Apple devices...

A mild curse off to Cisco/Linksys land -- the web interfaces on their managed switches insist on Explorer running under Windows. Barf. But that’s one of the reasons I kept VMWare Fusion on my MacBook Pro. Started XP under Fusion -- that would take a while to boot, and the access point was still going through its update process.

Looking once again at the shit sheet, I frowned. Yeah, easy to administer -- whoever set the stuff up used the same password for everything, from logging into the wireless network to accessing the access point, to accessing the switch and the router.

Not acceptable -- ever hear what happened to HBGary? I’ll leave the wireless password alone -- for a while, at least until I get more data. But the other ones were going to change, now. The router was easy to change, as was the administrative password for the access point. Log into XP (one of my passwords), bring up IE and log into the switch. Change its password.

Well whaddya know -- the wireless access point is back up, and one of the Dell devices and the Hua Wei have reauthenticated. Guess Dasha isn’t home yet.

Not gonna slam the door on someone’s foot just yet, but... Managed switches are nice to have. Everything from the access point goes through one switch port, one MAC address. Assign that MAC to its own VLAN and subnet, then isolate that VLAN so the only thing it can see is the gateway and the outside Internet -- no internal access. That won’t cause any problems with the Apple devices, and if the Dell and Hua Wei boxes are just stealing Net access, they won’t see any changes either.

Hmmm... Moving to another screen in the managed switch, I can use port mirroring to send everything from that port to the port my laptop is on. What the fuck! Port mirroring is already turned on! Someone is mirroring port eight to port 23 on the 24 port switch, and nine to 24! Dig through the shit sheets -- oh my, eight and nine are the PCs down in the office! I do not like the looks of that!

Went back to port config -- my next step would be to downshift the mirrored port to 100, leaving the mirroring port at 1000. Yeah, whoever did it knew what they were doing; ports 8 and 9 are set to 100, with 23 and 24 running at 1000, gigabit speeds.

That’s two more mysteries to deal with. Update and reboot the switch -- at least whoever was leeching in on wireless wouldn’t be looking at what was going on internally.

But the shit sheets said 23 and 24 on the switch were vacant -- the status screen for the switch shows them very much connected.

The door opened, Dasha sweeping in and hugging me, pulling me to fur covered breasts. “Oh, I am so happy you are here!”

I held her, running my hands up her back, inhaling deeply.

I know I was smiling when she let go of me; I was probably glowing. Too damn long... “Dasha, you and your sister each have an iPhone and an iPad, yes?”

She had her hands on my shoulders. She leaned closer, teasing me with fur-covered breasts. “Yes, darling, why?”

“Do you have or use any other computers or wireless gadgets?”

She frowned a bit. “Just computers downstairs. No laptops -- too much trouble.”

I nodded and pulled her close to nuzzle each side.

“Why, darling?”

I took a breath, resting the side of my head against her chest. Something so nice about hearing a heart beating that way. “I think someone is using your wireless connection. I’m still checking.”

Her posture and the way she was holding me changed. “Please check! Please check and stop it!”

I squeezed her closer. “I will. We may have to change some things on your and your sister’s iPhones and iPads.”

“I am certain you can handle that quite easily. Dinner in half an hour?”

“That would be very nice. What ever is convenient.”

She gave me a squeeze and kissed the top of my head. “I like seeing your things in bathroom. I will come get you for our dinner. If we have rats in our barn, get rid of them!”

I quizzed her on use of her computer, iPad, and iPhone. The iPad and iPhone talked to each other, she didn’t know how, things just happened. Both of then had tried using iPads and iPhones with their computers, but couldn’t get things to work right, so they stopped trying. I smiled at that. When I queried, and she brought out her iPad, yes she used MobileMe to synch things. I told her to change the password right now, and send a message to her sister telling her to do the same thing -- change her MobileMe password as soon as possible. She understood, and would do that, right away!

I gave her a hug. She stepped away and closed the door behind her.

I returned to my laptop. Okay, rules of engagement are clear -- get rid of rats in the barn! Back to the Airport Utility, and glad I made that screen shot... Turn on MAC address access control, and give it the four Apple addresses. On second thought, I added the addresses for my MacBook Pro, and my iPhone. Double-check the stuff I’ve entered. Turn on logging, sending entries to my laptop. “AMF!” I announced to the rats in the barn as I hit the Update button, restarting the access point.

“Nice,” I muttered a minute or so later, with two Apple devices authenticated through the access point, and the device logs showing repeated authentication failures from two rats. Maybe they’ll get the hint and go away. Took out my iPhone and told it about the house’s Wi-Fi network. Bingo, log entries for my iPhone associating.

Thinking about overall system architecture -- I really wanted a dedicated server at a fixed IP address running something like Cacti and collecting syslog and SNMP crap from other systems. Talked to the router telling it to give my MacBook the same IP address whenever I connected. Turned off sleep on the laptop. That will work temporarily.

Starting up Network Utility so I can map out what’s on the local subnet, when the door opens and Dasha comes in.

No, the door opens and Dasha enters, moving towards me with a sway in her hips... The way she walked, the look on her face stirred such feelings in me.

She stepped closer, putting a hand behind my head and pulling me closer, but stopping a few inches from bliss. “Dinner in oven. Come sit with me downstairs?”

“Of course,” I agreed, putting my hands on her shapely waist.

She pulled my head into softness and kissed my forehead.

I put my arms around her waist and held her gently. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?” she asked.

I sat back, looking up at her. “When you hold me like that and kiss my forehead -- that is very special.” If that didn’t explain it, nothing would.

She smiled, a smile from deep inside. She pulled me closer and did it again, whispering, “Yes,” afterwards, and holding me for a moment.

Walking downstairs, arms around waists, I asked, “Would you like something to drink? Wine?”

She chuckled as she led us to the parlor. “You are a very smart man.”

Walking into the parlor, there was an ice bucket set up with a bottle in it, and two empty wine glasses on the table in front of the loveseat.

I helped her sit, then sat next to her. “Would you like some wine?” I offered.

“Thank you, darling,” she replied with a smile.

“Please call me Rob,” I suggested, pulling out the bottle and pouring. A California Sauvignon Blanc. Handed a glass to her, and took the other. Raised mine. “A pleasure to meet you, Dasha -- I hope we can get to know each other better.”

Nice wine.

She smiled, shaking her head a little. “Already we know each other,” she growled.

I put my wine glass down and took one of her hands. She put her wine glass down so we were holding hands.

“Dasha, today has been quite the experience -- and in spite of it, I feel comfortable with you.”

She sighed and shook her head slowly, smiling. “You are not a young man, interested only in bed...”

I chuckled. I’m probably old enough to be her father, but I won’t mention that... “Dasha, I am interested in being in bed with you -- but I am also interested in holding you, snuggling with you, and sitting and talking with you. Making love with you is wonderful, but holding you afterwards, and being held -- that is better, and more important.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I am an old man -- making love I can only do for a little while. But I can snuggle for hours.”

She laughed, a soft, warm laugh, looking in my eyes. “Oh you are such a puzzle! Resting in your arms was very nice... We both need much more of that, yes?”

I nodded my head, smiling.

Her smile turned to more of a smirk. “And as to the other... There are drugs for you that would help...”

I nodded. “I’ve used them in the past. Haven’t had any for a few years, but yes, they do help.”

Her smirk turned more into a smile again. “I have one we could try this evening, if you would like.”

“Would you like?” I asked.

Her nostrils flared... “I think that would be a very good idea,” she growled.

“Then let’s do it,” I agreed.

She smiled, opening her mouth slightly as if to say something, but then moved closer, resting her head on my shoulder. I put an arm around her and held her gently. After a bit she snuggled in more; I moved my hand to holding her head. Holding her gently, leaning my head against hers, the world is so simple if only for a few minutes.

Something beeping? From the kitchen? I raised my head, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. She moved in my arms, taking a breath and moving, so I did it again, cradling the back of her head and kissing her forehead. A rumbling exhale from her and she gave me a squeeze, which I returned.

She stretched and got up, pulling me up with her. After another hug we started for the kitchen. I pulled away, which elicited a pouting frown -- until I picked up the wine glasses and the wine bottle!

In the kitchen she checked a covered pot on the cooktop, and then took a peek into the oven. “Good!” she pronounced, looking to me with a smile.

“How can I help?” I volunteered, “Set the table?”

“Yes!” she agreed with a nod.

In a few minutes we sat down to a nice dinner of salmon, rice, green salad, bread, and wine. When Dasha tried to apologize for the meal, I stopped her and told her it was very good, and the company was better. We managed to talk a little about the schedule for the upcoming week; I would take her to the airport Monday morning and bring her sister Julya back. Tuesday morning I had my regular non-meeting; last week’s had been spectacularly bad, so maybe this week would be worse and either I would quit or they would tell me not to come in any more. Dasha would fly back Thursday and of course I’d pick her up! We also exchanged cell phone and e-mail info.

Dessert was simple and nice -- fresh fruit chilled with kirschwasser. I told her I did similar things -- I was a big fan of blueberries with lemoncello, She thought that would be a good one to try.

“Now what shall we do?” she asked in a steamy voice as we finished our fruit.

“Why don’t we clean up the kitchen? I’ll help,” I suggested.

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh, what a surprise! But I will not disappoint you!”

After carrying things back to the kitchen from the dining room, she washed and I dried. In response to a look she gave me, handing me a plate, I told her, “This is part of being together.” Her smile changed, and she nodded.

Everything cleaned, dried and put away -- as she reached for the towel I held, I stepped closer and pulled her into a kiss. Closing my eyes, holding and feeling her as we kissed...

Dasha hurried us upstairs and into the bathroom. She insisted on washing not only hands and face, but also the fun bits... I insisted on washing hers -- I was hungry for her.

I’d used the various ED medications in the past; I thought I knew what to expect from them, including nasal stuffiness as a side-effect. But I was feeling light headed, practically stoned! And damn I was horny and hard!

It wasn’t just my hands that were wandering, either... “What would you like, darling Rob?” Dasha asked.

“You on your back on the bed -- you might get something to keep you warm for a while,” I suggested hotly, holding her and running my hands over her.

“Mmm... We can do that,” she growled, and escaped my grasp, heading for the fur vault.

I had an idea, and went to her makeup table. The room lights were on dim, but I saw a group of small bottles ... bless her, the one I was looking for! I picked up a perfume bottle and put it on the nightstand.

She came back carrying a wrap, practically a bedspread of dark fur wrapped around her. She opened her arms as she approached, wrapping me in her arms and in the fur. “How would you like me, darling?” she asked, kissing and biting my neck.

I turned to put her on the bed on her back. She put the fur partially on the bed and lay back on it. “Is this good?” she asked, spreading her legs a little more.

I reached for the perfume bottle, giving it a bit of a shake as I replied, “That will be delicious, thank you...” I stepped closer, spreading her knees with my legs as I unstoppered the perfume bottle and touched the end of the stopper to the lower edge of her neatly trimmed thatch. That elicited very positive sounds...

“Relax and enjoy,” I told her, going to my knees.

I kissed the inside of a thigh to a low moan and her throwing the sides of the fur over our bodies.

Sorry, not subtle -- my head was spinning, and I was so hungry for her! The perfume just made it better. And the fur -- sheared beaver? She tucked it in between her legs and my head, squeezing me and writhing, some times a hand at the top or back of my head through the fur, some times just her thighs holding me where I wanted to be. I slid my arms up under her legs and up her sides, feeling teasing as best I could. I pulled my right hand down to administer the coup de gráce, hooking a finger inside her while I tongued her jewel.

Eventually I figured out she was slipping off the bed! I stood partially, sliding her back up, getting my head out of the furs as I pushed her more on to the bed. It had gotten hot under there! And I was still in a quite altered state, leaning forward, oh so hard and hungry for her still.

She was holding the fur to her bosom loosely, a satiated glow on her face.

“Dasha?” I called, wiggling my hips, and since I was still holding hers, wiggling her as well. No response... I ran my hands to her stomach, and then up her stomach over the fur to her breasts, so far away, giving them a squeeze. That got a moan and movement of her head. Somebody there, but not completely home... She moaned and moved again, squeezing her legs around me.

Good enough! I rolled her to her stomach on the fur and spreading my feet a little more to line up, I started easing myself into her. I moaned -- hot, wet, so good! Holding on, easing in a little at a time... Pressing her into the bed more, moving a bit from side to side, slowly in and out, sliding out and easing in to slam home that last little bit, oh so good. I flipped the fur around her, running my hands up and down the fur at her sides and now covering her back as I moved. Sliding in and out, feeling her bottom through the fur, I felt like I could do this for a long, long time.

Dasha made a noise and moved on the bed. I pressed into her more and slid my fingers around to the insides of her hips. That elicited more noise! Her arms moved, hands grasping fur and pulling it towards her face. And as I moved out and back in again, she swung her hips, and brought her legs closer together! I pressed in more, holding her hips as she started swaying and rocking. Intense -- and suddenly I didn’t think I was going to last a long time! I moved, spreading my legs more to lower myself and change the geometry slightly, oh yeah, tilting my hips more, holding hers. She did something and I started moaning, which meant she did it more. I did all I could, which was to hold on and push and press in more until it was too late and even then I tried to press in more as I filled her. She helped as best she could, moving her hips.

Stick a fork in me, I’m done -- I started collapsing, and decided it would be best to collapse forward, on to the bed. Dasha was scrambling for something; I guessed it was the dark green hand towel. I grabbed it and managed to get it between our legs. I secured one end in place between her legs and wiped myself with the other end, managing to hold myself up somehow.

Tidied up as best I could, I got on the bed, pulling her up and collapsing at her side, pulling her closer as I got my arms around her and found a nipple. Her arms wound around me, swaddling us in fur and holding me where I wanted to be.

Waking in the dark to a hand wandering my body and my head being held to a tight nipple; I hungrily captured her nipple in my mouth as she continued to tease me. My arms were tangled up in something soft; my head was tangled up as well. She pulled away from me, but before I could complain, I felt her hot mouth descend on my cock. I gasped at the contact, but that too was brief.

She straddled me and slid us together, pulling a pillow under my head as she swung and lifted her hips, easing us together. One more swirl and we were together. She grabbed my head, smothering me to her as she did delicious things with her hips and internal muscles.

She let out a wanton moan and shook, exaggerating the motion of her hips, encouraging me to moan along with her, making one of those seemingly small adjustments that suddenly had me at the edge and coming, filling her. She cooed as she held and rocked me, teasing out as much as she could.

Then it was back to wrapping me up and holding me close, now so soothing and comforting.

I woke to early morning light, my internal alarm clock undoubtedly going off. Got up for a quick pee, and a rinse and dry of my well used wedding tackle. Back in bed! “Cold!” she complained, but pulled me closer. We snuggled together for a while, even snoozing a bit. She woke me by smothering me to her breasts; I think she liked that as much as I did.

Downstairs in the kitchen after cleaning up and getting dressed, she fixed bacon and eggs while I did the toast.

Sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, sitting close, I asked, “Dasha, what did you give me last night?”

“You liked?” she asked.

“Very much!”

“So did I darling! I should give more often!” she laughed. “Oh, I had it too -- was in fruit.”

I nodded. “And it was?”

She smiled. “Why, darling?”

“It was much different from what I had experienced.

She frowned and nodded. “You are intelligent man. You have studied syndrome, yes?”

I nodded, “Studied and experienced, and nitric oxide potentiators.”

She nodded, smiling a bit. “Your United States medicine, so difficult to understand! If you have studied the syndrome, you must be aware that it has both physiological and psychological components, and they cannot be separated.”

I nodded, a rueful smile. “I understand this all too well.”

She gave me a very curious look, moving closer as she shook her head. “Then why does your American medicine treat only half of the syndrome?”

I nodded my head. “I do not know -- perhaps that Puritan ethic, not wanting to make something which deliberately causes pleasure?”

She smiled wryly and chuckled. “That is good answer!”

“So last night I was feeling the effects of the components designed to address the psychological aspect of the syndrome?”

She smiled and rubbed my back. “As was I, darling -- a mild euphoric, a minor tranquilizer, and a muscle relaxant -- carefully selected so as to not interfere with other processes.”

I nodded. “That makes a great deal of sense. Thank you. We could do that again.”

She smiled. “You are very good without, darling,” she praised, rubbing my back more. Then she frowned and sighed a bit. “Also I wanted you to experience voluntarily, as this is something my sister may do without asking.”

I nodded more. “Thank you for giving me the choice. This formula is available in Europe?”

A thoughtful look... “Is not marketed so much as being tested, widely and for extended period -- I think your explanation, darling, is most cogent. To those who know it and wish it, it is available. Not even testing in this country; must be brought in privately, and I think for reasons you expressed.”

“I am a little surprised -- from my experience I would expect it to be quite popular.”

“Oh very much, darling! But as with many things, not available in this country in direct manner.”

More room for “free enterprise,” but I wasn’t mentioning that.

“Darling?” she asked, still rubbing my back.

“Yes?”

“There is another we could try, this afternoon perhaps?”

“If it is with you, certainly,” I replied, kissing her on the nose.

“Good. We will clean kitchen, then I prepare for trip tomorrow. Then we can try -- you can watch your football if you like.”

I smiled. “I have some work to do as well, but sitting together watching football this afternoon would be nice.”

She chuckled. “I may try and distract you...”

“You will not be a distraction -- I will pay attention to you,” another kiss on the nose.

We cleaned up the kitchen. I went back to my networking puzzles.

Yeah, some wireless devices getting auth failures -- how sad. And the router and switch complaining of auth failures as well? From where? Not the wireless side ... unless someone is cloning a MAC address. A step any teenager should know, right? Not likely, looking at the logs.

Okay, what’s going on with the port mirroring? The charts had 23 and 24 unused, but those were the mirror destination ports. Looking at the switch, 23 and 24 have cables plugged into them, with LEDs on the ports lit to indicate connections.

Someone had made his cable bundles very pretty and then put tie-wraps on them. Snip, snip, snip! All the better to trace wires with.

“Mother puss bucket,” I announced to nobody in particular, tracing the runs from ports 23 and 24. They ran, along with everything else, down and back in the rack, off to plates in the walls.

Except for those two, which ran to a nominal 1U high plain rack box. The cables ran into the enclosed box, not to RJ45 connectors as you would normally expect. Power cord going to the UPS, so something is in the box that uses power. A bunch of other smaller cables running in -- security stuff? Might make sense. One more to trace.

“Curiouser and curiouser...” I muttered. I traced a wire from that unlabeled 1U box to the back of the cable modem -- which had both USB and Ethernet connections. The Ethernet connection I expected, but my mystery cable ran to the USB socket and was epoxied in place!

Back to my laptop, log in to the cable modem and go to its status page -- yeah, two IP addresses in use, one for Ethernet and one for USB.

Unfortunately, the Ethernet output from the cable modem ran to the router, which did firewall, DHCP, NAT, and all that fun stuff. The router fed the switch. I wanted to look at the output, no both outputs of the cable modem. I had the passive Ethernet tap with me -- four RJ45 connectors wired together and wrapped with electrical tape. That’s the Ethernet side. For USB, I need my vampire tap.

Our little startup did security things. As we developed our main technology, we took on some side jobs doing pen testing and the like. Surprising how few people realize you can do networking off USB... I had a good bag of tricks for tapping live USB connections.

Got my shoes and keys. Stuck my head in the office. “Dasha, I’ll be back in half an hour -- I need some tools.”

She had a pencil between her teeth, looking at the computer screen. She waved and smiled.

Driving back to my place, I knew that I could get a lot of information with a promiscuous tap on the Ethernet output -- while I didn’t expect to see data frames from the USB side, I did expect to see ARPs and other such multicast crap on the drop from the CMTS. Sealed box, two Ethernet connections, mirroring other ports. A USB 2 drop to the cable modem. Had to be a CPU in the box. No shit, honey... A penguin probably, doing data filtering and compression, something else with the other lines coming in. But epoxied in place? Somebody doesn’t want that connection moved! That’s where the whacks at the router and switch are coming from. I can throw those ports onto restrictive VLANs.

Picked the case off the shelf and checked the vampire tap set up -- scalpel, clip frame with FET isolators, home-made cable-piercing probes, cable. I’m in business... Not sure what kind of business, but we’ll find out! Grabbed a short CAT5 jumper as well to use with the passive tap.

Back to the house, upstairs, and put the passive Ethernet tap in place. Damn, hope I’ve got some longer Ethernet jumpers! Yup, a two meter yellow one will work fine. Let’s look at downstream traffic. Started up Wireshark and cabled things up. I knew what IP address to watch for; the cable modem told me that. Took a brief sample of everything coming downstream and looked at that, then started applying filters. Also did a quick probe of whatever was at the other end of the USB run. Signatures came back looking like a penguin, a Linux box. Another check mark in the “no shit, honey,” column.

Okay, next step is to ruin someone’s day -- sign into the switch and put 23 and 24 onto a restricted VLAN. Not going to see anything there, I hope!

I was getting out the vampire kit to do the cut-down on the USB cable when Dasha came in, still wearing a plain cloth top.

“No, no, today is Sunday, your day of rest! You should be watching your football, not working!” She draped herself over my shoulders, pressing her breasts into my back. Very nice.

I’d much rather have her pressing her breasts into other parts of me... I sighed and made sure I’d turned off packet capture in Wireshark. Put the machine into a safe configuration and turned around on my bucket stool.

A very smart woman, pulling my head between her breasts. “Good, this should be your day of rest,” she said, kissing me on the head.

“Am I going to get any rest?” I asked.

She squeezed me and growled, “After a while, you will rest very nicely in my arms.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go,” I told her, kissing cloth covered breasts.

First stop, as expected, was the loo to use the can and then wash up. Gee, my fun parts like it when someone else does the washing and drying! I think her corresponding parts agreed.

Into the den, something on the couch covered with a sheet... She steered me to the tuffet, set in front of the coffee table. It had a fur draped on it, a largish piece of mouton. Also had ankle cuffs and what seemed to be wrist cuffs installed. Hmmm... I slipped off my shoes and gave one of the ankle cuffs a poke with a foot.

Such a sexy smile -- “Will you trust me, darling?” she asked.

So far, so good... “I trust you,” I told her.

“Thank you,” she said, serious all of a sudden.

She moved into my arms and we kissed gently, passionately. We helped each other undress. She had me sit on the tuffet and secured my ankles.

She produced a nose sprayer. “Do you know how to use?” she asked.

I nodded. “Hold one nostril closed, exhale and with the start of the inhale, pull the plunger evenly as you inhale. Inhale deep, hold, exhale through the mouth, inhale again.

She smiled and nodded. “Once for each nostril, then we will tie you up and finally I will have my way with you!” she said overdramatically.

I pouted, pushing out my lower lip. “Haven’t I been good to you?”

She smiled and put the sprayer down, pushing me back and straddling me. “Darling, you have been wonderful to me! I have never enjoyed just being in bed holding and being held as with you.”

I took the sprayer, blocked a nostril, exhaled and did one up the left side, nice and even. Held it, exhale through mouth, smooth slow inhale again. Tingling? Switch sides and repeat. Handed Dasha the sprayer and flopped to my back. She quickly secured my wrists, draped a fur cover over me, then draped herself over that! She settled in, cradling me nicely to her, rocking, holding me.

I blinked my eyes open -- I was hard, almost painfully hard, and feeling quite stoned! And I felt -- raising my head, I looked down to see Dasha between my legs, stroking my very erect cock with a silver and black fur, incredibly soft. Chinchilla? My cock, balls, insides of my thighs. I moaned and let my head drop again, closing my eyes. Different sensation, wet and warm, her mouth, hands and fur still going at it. The warmth of her mouth was replaced by coolness, but not for long. I managed to lift my head and open my eyes in time to see her line me up and slide us together.

As she slid us together, she looked into my eyes. She held me in her eyes; I couldn’t look away. She swirled her hips, dipping down a little bit more, more, settling her weight on me. She leaned forward, elbows near my shoulders, soft fur touching my neck and face as she held my head.

Looking into her eyes, seeing her smile, her expression changed a little ... and she did something with her hips and muscles that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. I moaned and my vision wavered. She did something else, a gentle rocking of her hips. “Push,” she told me. I rocked my hips. “Keep going,” she whispered, moving her face closer, her eyes holding me. I kept rocking my hips; she changed the timing of hers so we pulled apart and came together. When we’d had the rhythm for a bit she smiled more and said, “Good, darling -- just like that!”

I could almost relax -- rocking, feeling so good, a nice rhythm I could enjoy for a while.

As we were sliding together, she did that thing with her hips and internal muscles again. I gasped, pushing into her more, so intense and so good, then started sliding apart. Same place on the next cycle, she did it again, and my hips pushed in more, then started sliding apart. Again, again!

“Good, darling! Just like that!” she whispered, holding me in her eyes.

I couldn’t stop -- and she wouldn’t stop! So good, so intense! I started getting close, stiffening up, getting harder to move my hips -- and she stopped, holding us mid-stroke...

Caught in her eyes, her smile, panting, dizzy. All she did was smile and hold me in her eyes.

Until I was off the edge and she started us moving again, without the added torment, those oh so good cycles again. Adding in the torment once we got back in rhythm, taking me once more to the point where I was oh so close, stopping and letting me cool off, then doing the whole thing again.

I don’t know how long that went on. I was beyond delirious, cresting yet again, barely able to move, so close, and this time she took over, moving more, moving slowly and strongly, starting that internal squeeze earlier in her stroke. She started to moan, her vision wavering, holding my head, her eyes boring into me as she took me over the edge. Leaning forward, kissing, my eyes could close, Oh but I wanted to hold her and pull her more on top of me!

She moved a bit, her lips replaced by a fur-covered cushion pressed into me. She started in with her hips and internal muscles again, milking me, squeezing me as she moaned and shook around me.

But then my hands and arms were free! I could hold her close, wrapping my arms around her and the furs, pulling her close. She made happy noises, moving more, pulling the cushion away but replacing it with flesh and fur, wrapping us together once more. Oh to wrap my arms around her, filled with softness and the sound of her heart. Such a contented sigh from her as we snuggled together.

Waking in her arms to her moving around, squeezing me, kissing my head and making happy noises. I held and squeezed her, running my hands over her, feeling her through the furs.

“Are you getting hungry, darling?” she growled as she held me.

In response I squeezed her and found a nipple, sucking hungrily.

She held me and laughed. “Oh, I should have known! I need more of that too, darling, but I was thinking of something from the kitchen...”

I sighed and rested my head between her breasts. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close, her chuckling turning into a sigh.

We managed to get up, hugging once we stood. She took me to the loo and cleaned us up. I was a bit sensitive, but also surprisingly responsive.

“How are you feeling, darling?” she asked, immediately taking a few steps back with a big smile.

I pouted, pushing out my lower lip, making her laugh. I chuckled as well. “That was quite intense. I feel good, and you feel great!”

She smiled at that, running her hands over her body. “Mmmm, I agree!” She looked at me for a moment, a carnivorous look that I liked... “Darling, would you mind going out for dinner? I want red meat.”

I smiled. “That sounds good! But we have to get dressed.”

She nodded and sighed. “Is traditional, yes...”

She insisted on driving.

“Did you enjoy this afternoon, darling?” she asked, putting a hand on my leg.

“You took me to some very interesting places!” I replied, running a hand along her thigh.

“But not too much?”

“It was intense, and good. The spray was very quick! I think I’m still feeling it.”

She smiled, nodding. “Yes! Most rapid! Also why I am driving! What would you do different?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Not sure... At times I wanted to hold you so much... But if my hands and arms had been free, I would have grabbed you to finish much earlier, missing so much of the fun.”

She gave my shoulder a squeeze, smiling.

“And snuggling and snoozing afterwards is the best part,” I whispered.

She nodded. “Oh yes, darling -- this is something I did not know before! To wake with you holding me is so good! To wake with you at my breast, darling...” She growled the last part.

We ended up at Outback, which was okay. I told her some time if we wanted to celebrate, we could go to Alexander’s in Cupertino, a carnivore’s paradise, expensive, but worth it.

“Would you like to do that to me, darling?” she asked quietly during dinner.

“Tie you to the tuffet?” I asked. The thought sent a wave of sensation through me.

“I think answer is yes!” she growled, moving her head closer, brushing my cheek with her lips.

“With you buried in furs? What are your favorite furs, Dasha darling?” I whispered in her ear.

Fingernails on my leg... “I think we should discuss this in different place,” she growled.

She insisted on paying for dinner.

Outside in the cool night air, I swept her into a kiss, holding and squeezing her. She managed to run a hand down my front; I was getting hard. “Mmmm,” she reiterated, “very encouraging!”

She drove us back to the house. As she was reaching for her keys to unlock the back door, I turned her and pushed her up against the back of the house, kissing her, pressing into her. I was feeling almost twenty again!

We made it upstairs. “I would like to move it to the bedroom,” I suggested.

She smiled. “Of course, darling!”

We moved the tuffet into the bedroom; I arranged it so the low side was close to the bed.

“What would you like, darling?” she asked, sliding up to me.

“Let’s see how this works,” I suggested, and leaned her over the tuffet, her bottom at the high side. I went around to the low side, stretching her arms forward. “Hmmm...” I pondered, not sure how to make this work.

But she smiled and offered, “We have just the thing, darling!”

She started to get up, but I moved behind her and said, “Just a moment,” and pressed into her bottom. Oh, this was going to be good... She leaned forward, relaxing, enjoying. “Very nice, darling!”

I helped her up. We went into the fur closet. She went to one section of drawers, looking through them until she found... Wrist cuffs with longer straps on them, and wider ones, “For the knees,” she said, handing them to me me. In going through the drawers, I also saw something else which piqued my interest... I’ll come back for that.

“And what kind of furs would you like to be smothered in?” I asked, kissing her neck.

She turned and gave me quite the kiss... She sighed and said, “I promised Julya sister...” then turned to a different section of furs. “Ah, if my hands were free,” she mused, brushing one piece of fur. She picked out a fox throw, and another, and what looked to be a piece of sheared beaver. “This will do. Now we clean up!” she announced.

We put our bits and pieces on the tuffet. She headed to the bathroom. I looked around and turned the tuffet so the high and low sides ran parallel to the bed, with the high side closest to the head of the bed. Then I joined Dasha in the bathroom.

We were both quite friendly in cleaning up! And I was clearly quite ready! Back in the bedroom, Dasha put the larger of the fox throws on the tuffet sideways, then put the beaver where her beaver would be. “This is easier to clean,” she instructed me before laying down. I got the cuffs on her wrists and clipped the straps to the front loops on the tuffet, leaving the straps loose. With her knees bent, the wider ones would work well just above the knee; did those and secured them. She told me to put the other fur throw on top of her, folded so we could both enjoy the fur. I folded it and draped it over her, then ran my hands up and down her back and sides gently. “Mmmm, thank you, darling,” she purred.

Tightened up the wrist straps and told her, “Relax; I’ll be right back.”

Went back to the fur closet and the drawers. In one I found fur-lined eyeshades; picked those up. In another drawer, I got the Hitachi Magic Wand and the extension cord in with it. Surprise, dear!

Left the Magic Wand by the door and took the eyeshades out and put them on her; a bit of a surprise, I hope! Also got a small towel from the bathroom.

I lifted the fur exposing her bottom and knelt down. Ran my hands along her thighs eliciting moans. Leaned in and ran my tongue along her slit, which got more than moans! Replaced the fur and went to get the surprise.

There was a wall outlet just outside the nightstand where I plugged in the extension cord. Picked up the Magic Wand -- damn, should have checked it in the fur closet, as she’s bound to recognize the sound! So I took it back into the closet and plugged it into one of the outlets there. Turned it on --damn that was powerful! Turned it off and held it behind me as I expected to use it, the business end at my balls. Turned it on. Wow! Turned it off quick! I wouldn’t last very long with that kind of additional stimulation! This calls for a change of plans...

Took it back to the bedroom and plugged it in to the extension cord. Raised the fur again, exposing her bottom and that amazing target. I licked two fingers and teased her for a while, occasionally kissing her slit as I ran my hands along her thighs or bottom, some times caressing her with the furs.

Idea -- I lifted the sheared beaver, pulling it up between her legs. Pressed the glory end of the Wand against the fur in what should be the proper spot. Turned it on.

As much as she could, she jumped! And she moaned, pushing her bottom back to meet her tormenter, which meant I pulled it back a little, pressing it in again when it was clear she’d reached the limit of how much she could move. I pressed gently, moving her forward again.

I settled on a gentle rhythm, pressing into her a bit and pulling back as she gyrated around it. When her vocalizations changed, sounding like she was close, I pulled back and turned it off. I don’t know what she yelled out, but I don’t think it was nice! In response I pressed it against her through the fur again, waited about twenty seconds, and turned it on for just a few seconds. Quite the response!

I put the Wand down, spreading the fur over her bottom again to keep her warm, and leaned forward into her bottom. Damn, but that fur felt nice! I straightened my cock up so it was pressing into the fur between her cheeks. Got to be careful, that was a little too good! Reached up and massaged her back and shoulders through the fur. She muttered a few things, but sighed and smiled, even when I stroked her sides going for the sides of her breasts.

I wanted her... I rocked my hips, pressing into that fur and her pneumatic bottom...

Dropped back again, pulling up the beaver quickly between her legs and tormenting her briefly with the Wand, getting her warmed up again. This time though I saw that shift in her pelvis that I associated with her getting close, and she went quiet -- enough of a giveaway for me; I pulled the Wand away, letting the beaver fur drop down again.

She whimpered, clutching the fur spread in her hands.

I lined myself up and pushed into her. Glorious! She moaned and moved her hips and bottom as best she could, moaning and saying things I took to be approving. I held her hips, pushing into her, enjoying the way everything felt, rubbing her bottom with the fur as we rocked together, running my fingers up her back and her sides. I leaned down on her fully, stretching to bite her neck as I held her breasts through the fur. She moaned and moved her bottom as best she could.

Lifting back up, leaning into her, she was rocking and swirling her bottom.

“Relax for a while, please,” I asked her.

She did, and I explored the sensations of pressing into her bottom. “Oh you feel so good, darling!” I moaned to her.

Pressing into her, she did it to me again, something with her internal muscles that made me cry out and press into her more. So she did it again! I could see her smiling as she drove me crazy...

I picked up the wand and slid it under me. Her expression changed a little as she felt it touch, but she kept up her efforts on me.

I was getting close... “I hope you’re close, darling,” I moaned.

She nodded her head, saying something and rocking her hips in addition to the torment she was giving me on the inside.

I turned on the Wand, pressing it in more.

She shrieked, pushing her bottom back and shuddering from head to toe. For me, the vibration on my balls and perineum was too much; I couldn’t hold back, and I hoped she couldn’t either.

She was quivering and moaning as I pressed the wand into her, filling her at the same time. She started vocalizing something, becoming more insistent -- I pulled the wand back a little and she quieted down.

I was still quite hard inside her. I moved the wand back a bit further and put more of my weight on it, pressing it into my perineum and the root of my cock. Damn, I felt the vibration all the way up! And from the low moan starting in Dasha, so did she! I pressed into her more, moving around inside her, feeling my cock vibrate. She moved her hips, working up to the edge. Her breath caught and she let out a shuddering moan, going limp. I had a feeling like I was coming again, something letting go, intense and good. I pulled the Wand away, turning it off.

I held her hips, panting, my knees against the back of the tuffet. Wow! I was going soft, sliding out of her. Managed to get the towel and tuck it under her, and wipe myself off with the other end. A little sensitive! No shit -- from more use than in how long?

I unclipped her -- moving on my hands and knees. She was breathing slowly and regularly. I stood up, using the nightstand and the bed, a little wobbly. Gathered cuffs, the Wand, and its extension cord and put them away in the fur closet. Seeing that spectacular fox coat she’d tormented me with, I paused to hold it, to sink into it. Damn but that’s good!

Back to the bedroom, I turned down the bed. I took off her eye shades, then rubbed her gently with the fur. She opened her eyes, giving me such an incredible smile and extending her arms.

I moved around on the tuffet, helping her sit up, making sure the towel was under her. She put her arms around me; we kissed.

“Help me to the bathroom?” she asked.

Her legs were wobbly as well; she held me with one hand and the towel with the other. I helped her to the can. I went to the sink to brush my teeth and wait my turn.

She got up on her own -- I felt her arm on my bare back. I stood and we kissed. She whispered something in my ear, and I think translated, whispering, “Thank you, darling.”

“Thank you,” I replied, holding her close.

I got my turn on the can, sitting with a sigh, my eyes closing. Heard the sink going.

Opened my eyes to a touch on my shoulder. Dasha was standing in front of me. She slid her hands to the back of my head, holding me to a nipple. “Mmm...” she announced to the world.

Now my knees were wobbly again! We finished our routine and made it to bed. I helped her in. She settled in with a big sigh, turning to me smiling and with open arms. I got in, letting her draw me to where I wanted to be. She swaddled us in pillows and furs. We settled in. She sighed and kissed my forehead, a hand at the back of my head cradling me just right. “Go to sleep, my wonderful man,” she whispered, and kissed me once more, taking me to a place of comfort and safety in her arms.

End of Part 1
Rev 2011/07/31
On to Part 2!

Tight Fit
By silli_artie@hotmail.com
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