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Ponderously, the clouds dawdled in the skies above. Swollen, gray, they bobbed among the heaven's currents carried inland by the sea's breeze beyond the boundary of the trees. Cool rain wafted from them; great lazy sheets that swallowed the heat of the day and replaced it instead with the familiar balm of the evening. The winds danced, tugging the tips of the trees, baying the earth below to join the latest dance.
The jets purred, a pulverizing pulse that battered sore muscles relentlessly. Lazily, the girl melted, a soft sigh of contentment across her lips. When the air was right—when the rain was cool and the tub warm, when the jets growled and the sky above was silent of thunder's roar. Those were the evenings she lived for.
About her waist something wound—the long bushy tail of a familiar figure. She had hardly noticed the vixen's entrance, lost in her own mind as she was. Slowly, the tail tightened, drawing her across the tub towards the welcoming arms of the vulpine women.
“S'nice, isn't it?” the words mumbled from her lips as her head came to rest against the warmth of familiar breasts. A faint blush rose to her cheeks, turning them a shade of scarlet as her companion's arms joined the embrace.
“It is,” gently, the hands slipped along her sides, winding their way steadily beneath her own breasts, “water baby.” A flicker of a smile flashed to the vixen's whiskers, a knowing tease in her tone.
Puffing her cheeks out, the girl shifted, legs kicking as she pressed her close once more to the vixen, “'Least no one named me after a delivery girl.”
“Uh-huh, and what's more milk-toast than Sara?” rejoining, the vixen's fingers floated furiously along Sara's sides. Long had the vixen known her weaknesses, the places that sent her sprawling, howling, flailing about like a giggling fool. Exploiting every one of them, the vixen pressed her assault.
Floundering feet breached the surface, a mess of curling toes and half-mad giggles as the vixen continued. Frantically, Sara fumbled, finding the edge of the tub for but a moment before being tickled free of it once more. Foxes were cruel, evil creatures, truly. At once, with a surge of effort, the girl sprang to her feet half stumbling as she spun.
Smiling slyly, the vixen inclined her head, humming, “Oh, does this come with a show?” breaching the water at its zenith, Kiki's tail danced, mesmerized. There was no doubt where her eyes rested, the piercing green gaze that stared hungrily at the young woman's cunny.
Brilliant red, Sara's faced blazed, all at once descending into the water once more. The vixen was impossible, in all the ways only she could ever be. Again, the tail found her, sodden and warm. Slowly it drew her closer, excitement mingled among embarrassment.
Deftly, Kiki guided her, winding their legs about one another in effortless embrace. Lazily, Sara lowered her head once more to the vixen's breasts. Thrumming, loud and deep, the vixen's heart sang. A shiver played the girl, hips shifting as the lazy patter of the rain above tapped against her back.
Slowly, Kiki's fingers found her back—falling up and down the tender bands of muscle with a soft hum that matched too well the jets' purr. Closing her eyes, Sara sat, red cheeked and hopeful that once, one day, they would be together even more. Lifting her head the girl sought upwards, pressing her lips into the vixen's with reckless abandon. Surprise, doubt—excitement, lust, together they lingered in familiar green eyes as the vixen returned the kiss.
Grasping sodden fur, Sara pressed closer still, heavy eyes long since closed as she sought something deeper in the vixen's lips. Slowly, Kiki's mouth parted, her head shifting as their tongues danced and played against one another. Tighter, the tail wound—mashing them together in a sea of lust and desire. The moment ended with the pinch of her rump, a squeak of surprise escaping the young woman's lips. Gasping, the vixen choked for breath, laughing as an indignant noise escaped Sara's throat.
“You pinched my butt!”
“You were trying to choke with your tongue!”
A pair of smiles settled across them as the rain rolled across them. Familiar fog played across the shifting temperatures as the vixen's smile shifted to a grin. A cry of surprise escaped Sara's throat as a moan swiftly chased it.
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