Two Strangers

The unbearable August sun beats down mercilessly on the city's asphalt, making every breath feel like a flash of fire in her lungs. She walks along the sidewalk, trying but failing to avoid Febo; she feels the sweat trickling down her back to the curve where his tail begins; it's hard to keep walking, but a door opens, and she feels a beautiful, fresh air. She looks and discovers one of those bars that fill the streets of Madrid—why not?—she thinks.

She enters the café, breathes a sigh of relief, and sits at a table facing the street. She orders a sparkling water with lemon and lots of ice, and a sandwich. Minutes and hours pass, the sun begins to set behind the buildings. She stares into space, thinking about the problems plaguing her. "Is this chair taken?" A man's deep, raspy voice pulls her out of her thoughts. He was in his fifties, tall, with broad shoulders, graying hair and beard, and a striking smile. All she manages to say is, "Excuse me?" Without waiting for a reply, the man sits down next to her. She looks at him intrigued, "Doesn't it bother you? Everything's taken, and it's unbearable outside." She responds with a shy smile.

The waitress leaves the check on the table, she goes to take it, but the man places his hand on hers. His hand is sturdy, strong, very masculine; she's always loved hands. "The least I can do is treat you," he says, to which, in addition to a huge smile, she responds: "Thank you." And something strange happens. Although it's very hot, when he touches her, her skin crawls; he notices and smiles. "You're so beautiful, you look so good." The man's compliments surprise her, but not as much as the hand he places on her cheek. He moves closer to her, their noses almost touching, they feel each other's breath, their mouths just millimeters apart. The moment is magical before their lips touch for the first time. She waits, and the one who makes the final move to kiss is her—it's a sweet and heartfelt kiss that, as the seconds pass, becomes intense and passionate. He looks at her and says: “I’ll wait for you in thirty seconds in the bathroom” He stands up and leaves, leaving her alone: ​​“because not” he thinks.

As soon as they close the bathroom door, he grabs her by the waist, kisses her, their tongues intertwine, his hands go down her back until they find her ass, he lifts her skirt and puts his fingers from behind until he finds her bulb which is completely wet...

...he puts her against the wall, opens her legs, goes down and starts kissing her, eating her ass and vagina, her clitoris, everything; She only manages to moan and bite her lips with pleasure...; now he sits up, pulls down his pants letting out his thick, hard member and while he kisses her he begins to take her, slowly, she feels how every millimeter of this hard penis begins to penetrate her until she feels it all inside...

…the two of them start moving in unison, like a perfect choreography, her tail bouncing on him, their juices mixing until: he pulls out and finishes on her tail, leaving a thick white puddle.

The sunlight has given way to the street lights, the bar doors open, she comes out first, then he comes out, they look at each other, and each goes in a different direction, like what they are, two strangers.