A birthday present, written long ago for a friend from afjb....
She came to him slowly out of the darkness, her feet padding on the terra cotta tile like those of a shy woodland creature, a silhouette of dappled curves against the heavy dusk of a Florida evening. The moon glinted off her blonde hair and spilled pale across the lush swells and graceful hollows of her body, and Whino marvelled at the fact that she was his. Sounds formed themselves in the shuddering muscles below his groin and found release in a rush of breath escaping from his lips ....
She touched him then, the tickling of a manicured nail tracing its way around the bone on the inside of his ankle, moving upward across the tight muscles of his calf and thigh and across his quivering belly.
"Tina," he groaned, as her weight settled into the bed and her warmth pressed against his hip. Whino shifted his own body and reached out to welcome her, drinking in the maddening aroma of her musk. His flesh stirred in response, and he gasped as she moved her body atop his own and brushed her fur gently against him. Gravity urged her sensual curves to mold themselves to his hard angles, and Whino groaned again, his hips moving in slow rotation.
"Oh, god ... Tina ..."
Reckless and rough, he pulled her to him and buried his face in her....
* * *
"What the hell is that?!"
Almost in unison, most (but not all) of the Legionnaires in residence at the Boathouse stumbled out of their rooms in response to a blood-curdling cry. Bleary eyes blinked in the harsh light, and in bewilderment.
"It's all right, everyone," muttered GreenWoman, only half-awake as she emerged from her own door and trudged down the hallway, sleepily tugging heavy leather gloves onto her hands.
"Not again, Green?" sighed Emilie.
"Goddamn possum. I've pulled it out of Whino's room half a dozen times in the past two weeks." GreenWoman knocked and, without waiting for a response, opened the door, then paused for a moment and shook her tousled hair. "What I can't figure out is, why does it keep coming back?"
* * *
Happy birthday, Whino. You're one of the good guys.
~ 30 ~