Grace helping Torsten celebrate his birthday in the most fun way she can think of. He's such a sweetie, and such an eager boy, too!
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Grace eyed the darkening sky as she hurried through the busy city streets, juggling three heavy bags of shopping as she went. The forecast that morning had called for a sunny day but now livid thunderheads piled high on the horizon, grumbling faintly among themselves. She was so fixated on the sky she didn't see who was in front of her until she ran face first into him. A face-full of thick fur and a loud grunt called her back to earth, just in time to land in an ignominious heap on the ground.
She sprang to her feet at once, bowing low as was the custom in the country of her birth - and so the stranger wouldn't see her blush. "Ah, damn, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there. Please excuse me, I--"
"Grace? What are you doing here?" A familiar face appeared in front of her as Torsten, of all people, knelt down to look her in the eye. "Are you all right?"
"Eep!" Feeling as though her blush might singe the nose off her face, Grace pawed vaguely at her spilled bags. "I'm fine. But what about you? I thought you were supposed to be at your birthday party today."
The big wolf-lion picked up all of her shopping in one massive mitt, and held his other out to her. "That doesn't matter. Let's get you off the street before it starts pouring."
"Torsty, I'm serious." Grace took his hand, and gave it a light squeeze. "They didn't stand you up, did they?"
He shrugged. "Everyone was busy. Gotta keep your nose to the grindstone if you wanna eat. You know how it is."
"Aw, that's too bad, hon. Nobody should be alone on their birthday." A smile spread over her face and she gave his arm a little tug. "Why don't you come spend some time with me? I got the day off and we could do whatever you want. There's some fun movies playing down at the Southland Cinema, or I know a nice little coffee shop where we can get the best biscotti you've ever put your mouth around."
He shook his head. "That's sweet of you, but I don't want to be a bother."
"You're never a bother, darlin'. Especially not on your birthday. Now come on, I'm not gonna let you go around feelin' blue all day. What'll it be?"
A shy smile spread over Torsten's face, almost matching her own. "Lunch? I know this geat little Italian place on the corner of Maxwell."
"The one where you can pick your own pizza toppings and watch as they bake 'em? How about a nice big pie, and something really sinful from their sweets tray after? It'll be my treat, and no arguin'."
A tremendous peal of thunder directly overhead sent them scurrying for shelter, but it wasn't long before they made a game of it, laughing and darting around baffled bystanders. Even when the rain caught them, a full block from the restaurant, it did nothing to dampen their spirits. They arrived at the foyer soaked to the skin and giggling their heads off. Throwing caution, and dignity, to the wind, Grace shook the excess water from her fur like her distant ancestors had done. After a moment, Torsten joined her, showering unfortunate passersby in trim business suits with the best part of a gallon. Ignoring their outraged glares, Grace led Torsten inside with her arm linked through his, and her tail wrapped around his waist.
A generous tip to the maître d', plus a shameless tweaking of Grace's top to show a little too much cleavage, soon found them seated with glasses of wine in hand, and a good view of their lunch sliding into the oven. Stretching out to dry himself in the warmth of the open fire, Torsten raised his glass. "To vulpine cleverness, and one of the sweetest girls I've had the pleasure of knowing."
Rather than chime her glass against his, Grace leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss instead. "To one of the kindest and sexiest boys I know. And whatever quirk of the universe brought us together today."
He kissed her in turn. "May we both be so lucky every day."
They lingered over lunch, savoring every bite while, outside, the storm raged. Even when the power flickered, to the consternation of the other patrons, they simply scooted their chairs closer together and finished their wine.
Afterward, Torsten gathered Grace's bags again, refusing her every attempt to carry at least some of them, and they stood in the doorway, bracing themselves for the plunge.
"I bought myself a brand new bikini and some slinky lingerie. I should have bought an umbrella." Grace shook her head, watching lighting stab the ground. "Ready to get soaked again?"
"My apartment isn't far from here," Torsten said. "It's only meant for one person, so it might be a little cramped, but I've got a really good tumble dryer."
She took his hand again. "It'll be perfect."
The race to Torsten's apartment went by even faster, and before she knew it they were inside the modest brownstone with Torsten fitting the key into his door. It swung open to reveal a small but neatly kept apartment with a joint kitchen and living space. A bed in one corner and a thickly upholstered sofa next to it were almost the only furnishings in the place, but it was warm and cozy and smelled pleasantly of cinnamon.
Placing Grace's bags carefully in one corner, Torsten busied himself in the tiny kitchen. "Sit, please. Make yourself at home, such as it is. I'll make us some coffee."
"A generous dollop of cream in mine, if you would be so kind, darlin'. But, uh," Grace glanced at the pool of water forming under her. "about that dryer...?"
"In the bathroom, behind the door," Torsten said. "I've got some spare clothes in the closest you can wear, though they might be a bit big for you, and a couple of nice, fluffy towels, too."
Resisting the urge to shake herself dry again, Grace gratefully slid her sodden clothes off. She sighed happily and arced her body in a luxurious stretch as she kicked her dripping panties into the corner. It was only then that she noticed Torsten watching her with his mouth hanging open.
"Grace, I... Not that I didn't enjoy the show, but--"
She sashayed over to him, brushing past him as she scooped up a mug of steaming hot coffee. "As many times as you've seen me naked by now, I wouldn't think it'd even phase ya." She giggled and sipped her coffee. "Though if you wanted to flatter me, you couldn't have done a better job. Now get those wet clothes off and come join me."
Taking her coffee, she sauntered over the sofa and threw herself down, but carefully so as not to spill a drop. The cushions were just as soft and warm as they looked, but something cold and hard slithered against her backside. With a little yip, she scrabbled under herself and pulled out a small bottle of what looked like lotion.
His face beet red, Torsten flew across the room and tried to grab it. "So there it is, I've been looking for that, I--"
Dodging his grasping hands, she held the up to the light. "Fox Butter Extra Slippery Anal Lube. Guaranteed to let even the biggest knot slip inside your back door with ease. I got this for your birthday last year, didn't I? And look it hasn't even been opened."
He grabbed for it again. "It... well, its been kind of a dry year. With everything that's been going on, I just haven't gotten out very much."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Hooking her finger in his waistband, she drew him closer. "Clothes off this instant, darlin'. I said I wasn't gonna let you be blue anymore, and that includes your balls, too.
He kissed her again, which melted into a soft moan as she slid her hand down the front of his trousers, her fingers brushing over his burgeoning excitement. The soft rustle of cloth and the creak of bedsprings filled the room, melding with the rush of the rain outside, and the sweet music of melded ecstasy.