Trip to the Dentist

Kitty noticed the rock of her flexing bicep, as they sat on the patio. The iced macchiato she drank coated her top lip with a delicious layer of cream with every sip, which she would wipe, sensuously and thoughtlessly, away with her tongue; while a stylishly tipped finger pulled up each picture as she told its story. Kitty handled his espresso daintily between thumb and forefinger and felt the soft, warm flesh of her dark arm as they leaned in with feigned interest. A morena through and through, with her dark complexion, thick lips and broad nose, the rise of her small but firm breasts under the bodice of her sundress and the haughty look her sunglasses gave her. Kitty shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable as the close proximity to her made them hard. Kitty's skinny frame enwrapped her, being a whole two feet shorter than Kitty and a decade or more older they would guess.

And then there she was in the pictures in her collection of bikinis: two pieces showing off a body comparable to those around her half her age. Her strong, bare feet anchored on the sand. Kitty effused copious compliments upon her as she posed with her perfect body on perfect beaches, with the backdrop of green mountains and thatched roofed bungalows sitting on the vitreous waters. She was also draped in her collection of sundresses and sandals with flower bedecked straps. Alone in most of them, with the exception of the locals she had inveigled into photos, though kitty was sure she hadn't gone there alone.

And now, in the living room of her condo, her dress draped over the couch, Kitty saw she put the work in at the gym. A statue in bronze: dark firm belly, tight as a elastic with a bejeweled navel, the legs of a runner and the first thing that caught their attention: the strong arch of her feet. The Y of her thong, pristinely white against her complexion, curved over her slim hips and disappearing between the dark cleft of her flesh.,

Kitty had stood at the reception desk when they heard the excited chatter of voices and turned to see the staff and other patients gathered around a woman holding her phone out to them; their conversation a discordant mixture of English and Tagalog.

"Lovely. How long did it take you to get there?" One lady asked her.

"Almost 20 hours with a stopover in LA!" The woman replied.

Through the audience, Kitty could just see her sundress, blue with yellow flowers and the long tumble of her hair past her bare, dark shoulders. Kitty finished dealing the receptionist and made for the door, hurrying past the dispersing crowd. A small garbage pail stood by the entrance. Kitty stepped on to the pedal, the stainless steel lid flipped up, and tossed their hairnet in and fixed their cat ears beanie. They felt someone approaching with a shrill "Ok! See you in six months!"

The center of attention lady.

Kitty held the garbage lid up, but the woman stopped, waiting for them to exit the dentist's office. Kitty opened the door and allowed the woman to pass coolly with a "Thank you!" as she put her sunglasses on and followed behind her to the elevator.

She trod in sandals, their straps decorated with plastic Shasta daisies, that stirred the hem of her skirt with each slow step. Kitty noticed the glossy shells of her nails shining beneath the daisies right away. A beautifully done French pedicure with a nude base. Kitty glanced at her fingers done the same way. With the current vogue of clownishly long nails, Kitty liked a classic. The clear white tone complimented her dark complexion. She had a ring, set with an impressive stone while the second ring of final commitment was still absent.

She still had the hairnet on, but she'd just slipped it casually on like a beret, covering the top of her head, while the length of her dark hair cascaded out of it. The people in the office didn't even tell her to fix it.

Surrounded by the mirrored walls of the elevator, Kitty tapped their own head indicatively and the woman let out a quick "oh!' and hurriedly snatched it from her head with quick embarrassment.

But she'd seen Kitty's nails, star spangled purple.

"Did you do those yourself?" she asked. Kitty nodded. "Very good. As good as any salon I've been to and not too long! I hate those really long nails girls wear today."

Yup, she was definitely older than Kitty.

"So where did you go... your trip?" Kitty asked.

"Tahiti!" She said, putting on a large pair of sunglasses.

"Ohmigod," Kitty gushed. "I've always wanted to go there. French Polynesia, Gaugin all that." Kitty hit the button for the elevator. "Do you have any pics?"

The woman hardly needed a request to show them off. Before the elevator door closed she had her phone out.

But an elevator trip was hardly enough time to show the amount of pictures off.

Kitty's dentist was uptown, an area they didn't find themselves in often. The busy streets clean and lined with boutiques and over priced restaurants and cafes. Kitty suggested the latter for the two to discus the woman's trip.

On the patio, she'd swiped pass the vacation pictures to one of her cuddling a Pomeranian.

"Ohmigod!" Kitty exclaimed. "So cute and the dogs cute too. Just kidding any more pics of it?"

She swiped through several more pictures quickly trying to find more, but they were of her with friends, drinks in hand. Nightlife vibes. She wore her sunglasses constantly. Kitty could appreciate that.

"Tell you what! I have to go home and walk him. Come, you can see him!"

Kitty found themselves outside her condominium, seated behind a flowering jacaranda, taking sweet hits from his vape which they quickly concealed when they heard the frantic scutter of paws on the sidewalk and the clumsy clop of her sandals as she tried to keep up.

It smelled Kitty right away and barked at them as they peacefully offered two hands which the dog sniffed before nipping at them.

"Cookie, be nice!" she scolded.

And now, in the nicely furnished and immaculate condo, it still sat, watching them or more specifically Kitty a constant low growl rumbling in it's throat. The apartment decorated in art she knew nothing about, but would impress visitors. Pictures of her in more places than kitty could count. In every climate. Kitty particularly like the winter ones, obviously ski trips, and thought of her hot body under the heavy fur lined and goose down filled clothes.

Her dress lay draped over the back of the leather couch, which Kitty had touched as soon as they entered.

"You're so tall!" she gasped, looking up at him from beneath her sunglasses.

She was liquid in Kitty's arms. They couldn't grasp her malleable form until their hand went down between her strong thighs, slipped under the lace fabric of her thong. She shuddered as they caressed her dark, warm bush. She was as humid as the tropics, hot in the blood.

Kitty knew with that mane of hair, her thick, sculpted brows and long lashes, she had to have a magnificent bush.

Kitty helped her to lift the belly baring tank top, with Barbie stenciled in pink cursive, they wore over their head. She touched the black X of tape over their nipples.

"Are you a boy or girl?' She asked.

"Only one way to find out!" Kitty panted.

Her hand tugged forcefully on the button of Kitty's shorts beneath his heaving wasp waist.

"You're so skinny!" She gasped.

The button finally gave way to her forceful tug and Kitty's shorts fell away, his kitty clitty sprang up. Her hand went to it victoriously to polished it. She stopped, startled, as she felt the rings encircling it.

"Oh!" She said surprised, then playfully tugged on the small punching bag shaped sac of their balls.

Kitty's loathing of the dog grew and rose up until they could take it no more.

Kitty spun her around. She shrieked, with a toss whirl of her hair and flail of her arms, as they bent her over the back of the couch.

Kitty hated the pooch and was going to take it out on her cooch.

It started barking vociferously, as loud as a yappy little dog could: more annoying than threatening.

"Cookie, stop!" she scolded from her stooped position. It didn't desist, it just grew more hostile towards Kitty and Kitty returned the feelings more passionately towards the owner.

"I have to stop him!" She said trying to work her way from between the couch and Kitty. She let out a yelp as Kitty pushed her back down, almost sending her sunglasses flying from her face. They pulled the thong down and thrust into her; a jolt shook both of them.

Any intention she had quickly melted from her mind.

It was difficult access due to their height difference.

Kitty pushed her shoulders down, raising her ass while she steadied herself and rose up on her toes. Kitty looked at the barking dog while they pummelled her hot pussy.

"Ohmygod.... ohmygod... ohmygod..." she chanted. The sound of their slapping bodies drowned out the dog.

"Shhhh.. Ohhhhh... Shhhh... Ohhhh!" She hissed at the dog, and tried to wave it away.

'Yeah... see what I'm doing to her! Your pampered, princess, owner in her ivory tower!' Kitty's glare said to the dog.

She let out a cry of ecstasy just as much as surprise as Kitty's warm seed filled her.

It was Kitty's first pussy in a while, and while it was most likely barren, it felt so rich, they couldn't contain themselves. Kitty kept pumping as the spasms died. Little "oh, oh, ohs" emitted from her as Kitty leaked out of her, stickying them both up and fastening them together.

Kitty tossed themselves acrobatically over her onto the couch and pulled her down with a squeal.

"Wait!" She pleaded. "It's going to get everywhere!"

But Kitty didn't care and, soon, neither did she as Kitty silenced her protestations with kisses. Cock and cunt creamy

Cookie had long since quit barking, thinking them dead and curled up in his spot with a sorrowful look.

Kitty didn't apologize, they wanted to cum fast.

"You're so hot, I couldn't help myself."

"Let's go the bedroom!" she said.

Kitty didn't want to leave the bare comfort of the leather couch. Ever amorphous in spite of their size, Kitty slid out from under her and back on top.

She let out a surprised "Oh!" which slid imperceptibly into a blissful "Ooohhhhhh!" as Kitty licked her sticky shag.

The thought of him licking his own stickiness from her would have disgusted her but beneath his working tongue, she gave zero fucks. Cats live unflinchingly. Capriciously given to instinct and necessity.

Realizing they were still alive, Cookie got up and walked around to lick her dangling hand.

"Oh, yes, baby, Mommy loves... yes... you... yes... don't worry.. oh.. oh... oh.. yes... about Mommy... Mommy's just... mmmmm... fine!"

Kitty nudged the pooch away as they dropped to their knees raised her legs, the white smile line of her pedicure forming a quintet of crescent moons.

Kitty buried themselves balls deep in her.

"Oh!" She was delightfully surprised he was ready so soon.

Her mouth enacted a ballet beneath her sunglasses: a pirouette, a plie, an adagio and an arabesque while uttering the notes of foreign song. Now their bodies were in sync, the flow of Kitty's blood in time with the beat of her heart. Kitty's emptied and cinched off balls rubbed on the cold leather.

Porn is all about changing positions, altering the perspective and as much as Kitty loves porn, they know different. They know it interrupts the flow of rhythm and in sex, the unity of rhythm is everything.

'Just one more position!' Kitty thought as she let out a moan of disappointment when they withdrew from her and climbed onto the couch, propped against by the couch's arm, and pulled her over him.

She quickly took to being in control and buried him deep in her... balls deep. She didn't bounce, merely rolled her hips back and forth: she knew what she was doing. Kitty's hands followed the curve of her body as if moulding her into form: breasts to belly to hips to firm ass. They were three become one: their molten bodies flowing into one another in the pliant embrace of the couch.

"You're purrrfect!" Kitty moaned. "You're a Goddess! Absolutely beautiful!"

Her titties were firm and in his face. Kitty sent a fresh wave of sensations as they sucked on her dark nipples.

She didn't want to come first, she wanted to feel the warms salve of Kitty's cum again, but she was in control and going deep fast. Her body desperately desired a reset. Her back arched as kitty sucked her nipples and she came, falling back to clutch the gush of her pussy. Embarrassed.

Kitty picked her up from the stained couch, carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. It was a luxurious abode for her solitary respites. A large, wall mounted unit. The facade of a faux fireplace with a holographic fire. She had a single photo on her nightstand and Kitty finally a picture of him. Both of them together: her the trophy on his arm, him the wallet in her purse and guarantor. Twenty years older than her and bald with a rotund belly. She took the remote control, the television flashed on. They would have it on constantly, but watch only in their times of recovery.

The verticals covering the balcony had been drawn since they'd entered hot and kissing and Kitty bent her over the couch; casting the condominium in a perpetual gloaming which lasted the entire weekend. Occasionally Kitty's arm reached into the hallway to claim the food the left outside her door.

"I never eat in bed! Don't spill it!" She said. "I don't want to leave a mess for my cleaning lady when she does my laundry."

The next weekend, the cleaning lady, having only recently arrived from the Philippines, would see the brittle, pearlescent stains on the sheets, the hastily scrubbed and covered marks on the couch and think 'disgusting puta... cheating on him... I always knew it.'

They used the washroom off her bedroom. Kitty found it strange when she stepped out into the living room and was gone for a while. Her ring placed on the nightstand, next to the picture. Kitty went to the bedroom door, peered into the apartment: she was no where to be found. The main washroom door was closed. Kitty crept up to it and heard her voice.

"Sorry I didn't respond to your texts, baby... I was sleeping... I am so sick... no, I wont be able to make it.... tell everyone I said hello and enjoy... I'll call you Monday... ok luv you too!"

She lay like a sleeping Ariadne, both of them spent. Kitty's head by her belly, their finger traced the dark line below her navel.

"You have a child?" Kitty asked, fearless in their fatigue.

"Uh-huh!" She said, sleepily. "She's back home with her father. She's six."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, though?" She queried, concerned.

They sat in the steaming waters of her bath, naked except for their sunglasses.

Kitty displayed his smooth crotch.

"Are you sure you want me to do this? You have a beautiful coat... a trophy pelt."

"It'll grow back! I'm a Pinay!" She said. "Besides, you're making it too sticky! I have to get it dry cleaned!"

When they submerged themselves, she rubbed it with her hand to clean it and the matted deposits liquefied again leaving a cloudy trail in the water.

She lay back, one foot propped up in the side of the bath, the other dangled over the side. Kitty, seated in the crux of the V of her legs, trimmed it with scissors first, dropping the thick mats into the garbage. When it was down to a fuzz, kitty lathered it up with shaving cream.

Don't worry they said.

She fidgeted, shuddered and gripped the faucet of the bath as the edge of the razor skimmed her flesh. nipping at the stubble.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she crooned nervously.

Kitty smiled.

"Don't worry!"

They splashed the razor after each close stroke. She grew more relaxed as the swath of cream diminished strip by strip.

"There you go!" Kitty said, splashing water on it.

She touched it, she'd never seen it before.

"Beautiful!" Kitty said.

"Really?"

"Yes, but I liked it before also."

They left only to walk Cookie who had resigned himself to Kitty's presence. She slipped her sundress over her naked body: a sexy, newborn feeling in her new smoothness.

If they were alone on the elevator, Kitty was all over her, kissing her. She reluctantly pushed him away, blood hot, sighing "behave." Or if it stopped to let someone else on they quickly separated, grins beneath their shades.

And their walks were brief, dragging Cookie back as soon as she'd relieved herself. If they found themselves alone on the elevator on their return trip, they were hotly on each other. Kitty slipping her dress up and sliding into her, even filling her before they reached her floor.

Then they would be coupled up in her bed again, moans filling the apartment, moments later.

Such was their weekend of blissful oblivion.