John let out a whooshing breath as he stepped onto the cool balcony from the warm interior; they were in some semi-private bar and club on top of one of the tower blocks looming over the rest of the city.
It was a mix of birthday bash, end of year and end of project celebration for his team, and it was a long weekend too.
He had no idea what time it was, he didn't really care though. He'd drunk several glasses of expensive champagne while milling and making small talk, during and over the dinner. He was now sipping a very mediocre wine someone had bought him simply as he didn’t want to approach the bar again..

Taking up position to one side to people watch and cool off he enjoyed the view. Plenty of fine tail on show to admire.
He didn't normally eye up ladies, or the odd guy, but he was drunk and horny.
It'd been a few months since his last "girlfriend" had left him.
Ever since his wife had walked out on him and their daughter he'd had a very empty sex life. Spending his time looking after his beloved daughter and working left little space and privacy for it.
He was undeniably proud of the girl.
He had raised a smart, sophisticated, kind and sexy bitch.
As soon as the last two words crossed his mind he tried to take them back.
The old collie would admit she was attractive, and he had taken liberties when she didn't know he was looking, but he was just... Making sure she was fit and healthy. He had never huffed her heat soaked panties while jerking off to fantasies of her (he couldn't even complete that thought, he knew he was in denial about it all. It was just fantasy, nothing more).

He was started out of her self denial and loathing by a gaggle of girls.
All dressed up and out on the town he'd seen them around the club.
They were mostly keeping quiet and to themselves, in complete contrast to his colleagues.
You'd have thought the roles of the two groups would be reversed: the young women out here would be drunk and going "woo" while calling for shots. The older mixed group of professionals would sit around having earnest conversations.

With the group but separate he spotted a collie girl and vixen leaning on the small bar rail which ran around the edge of the balcony, looking out over the city.
He didn't know what possessed him, but he felt a sudden urge to speak to them.
Actually, he knew but wouldn't admit that what possessed him was lonely lust and the collie's shapely ass in a well tailored long black dress.

Trying to be nonchalant he ambled over and rested on the rail just far enough to not intrude or be obvious, but close enough to hear them.

"I'm not saying I don't like Akhenaten, I just. It's so... Its Opera, capital O opera, which people take very seriously and get all poncey over. When you watch it it's just silly. Half the show wasn't anyone singing but waking really slowly to music. If anyone had moved at normal pace the show would have been done before the first act!" The collie was telling her friend.

"I know. You've said it before. I understand. Why are we even talking about this? What were we talking about? Can we not go on rants about arts exclusion please and just enjoy ourselves?" The vixen sounded exasperated. "Oh balls my glass is empty... Want another?"

"Eh, I have a bit left. You should probably slow down anyway."

"Yeah."

Taking the interlude to interject he stood up and walked over.

"Terribly sorry, I couldn't help but overhear you talking about Akhenaten. I don't think we've been introduced, I'm John, with Eds group, I assume you're with Philippa as grads?"

The girls took his offered hand and returned his warm smile.

"No, sorry, we're here with some friends, not your work group. Nice to meet you though. We were talking about the opera. Did you see it?" The vixen politely enquired.

"Yes, I did, with my daughter, I think she has much the same opinion as your friend, she was giggling to herself during the performance and had difficulty articulating why. It is a shame people get so exclusionary over art though. If I may, can I get you anything to drink?" He waved over one of the wandering staff to order drinks.

"A double of Scappa, just a couple of ice cubes please." The canine asked the waitress.

"I'll have a glass of that local rosé please, I don't remember what it's called unfortunately."

"I think I'll join you on that, make it two please." He tapped the tab card on the waitress's PDQ before the mouse lady vanished off.

"I'm terribly sorry, I just realised I barged into your conversation and haven't even introduced myself properly, John. With the rather raucous office party. Unfortunately." To punctuate his point some of his group roared with jubilation.

"Saskia. I assume you work in the city? The square mile or isle?" the vixen replied, looking politely interested, her collie friend watching, ears up with actual interest as she studied the older man.

"We're mostly in the mile, however my team is out towards Green Park." He motioned with his mostly empty glass vaguely in the direction. "And yourselves?"

"Students actually." The collie provided, addressing him for the first time, accepting her drink as a member of staff appeared with a tray.

"Oh? May I enquire where?" The older man's ears perked with curiosity. Students, if he managed to take one back to the hotel with him he was sure she'd have plenty of energy.

"Kings, international relations and security, with economics additional for Saskia. Intelligence and security with cyberspace operations for me." The collie sipped the golden liquid, a sly grin of academic pride tweaking at her lips.

"Oh fantastic, it was some years ago I did my undergraduate there, economics and politics. Is professor Mayhue still lecturing on economic instability? Fuddy old badger?" He was delighted he could keep talking to them, if they'd said marketing or something else he had no understanding of he'd likely run out of conversation too fast.

"He is. I don't think he'll ever leave. I imagine some poor student will go into his office after a summer and find his mummified remains still scratching away with that fountain pen he likes so much." The vixen giggled.

"Oh gosh yes that fountain pen! Made the most awful sounds. Thank goodness they've taken out the chalk boards from the lecture halls, you should have heard him! Scrap scratch squeak screech. Never dozed off in his lectures I'll tell you!" The collie laughed at himself.
"So, what exactly is cyberspace operations?" Some part of him distantly knew, or thought it did. He was pretty sure his daughter was studying something like that, or cyber something at least, though he couldn't remember where presently.

The collie explained patiently, answering his questions.
The trio has a fantastically long and meandering conversation as the night wore on.

Last orders were called.
It was still fairly early, before midnight at least.

"I was wondering, I'm staying in a hotel around the corner with a quite fantastic bar. I've very much enjoyed talking to you both, would you care to join me for another round? The night is still young. I won't be offended if you wish to stay with your friends of course!"

"Thank you but I have to get the train. She'll join you, won't you Vi?" The vixen giggled to her friend.

"Yes, I think I shall take you up on the offer. Let me get my coat, I'll meet you at the entrance." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the muzzle before heading off. He felt his cheeks flush

"Safe trip home my dear. It was lovely to meet you. Do reach out if you want a placement or anything." He hugged the vixen before turning to leave himself. They had exchanged formal details to remain professionally in contact.

As he made his way to the door he was accosted by a couple of his colleagues.

"So. Going home with that collie girl? Shes cute. Lucky you. You old dog."

"We are only going to the bar to discuss opera some more. However if she wishes to spend the night, I shall not object."

"Ooo the opera. Going to see if you can make her hit that high C for you?"

"Maybe she'll play your Magic Flute!"

"Ok. Ok, thank you, I have no immediate intentions. But I would like to hear her vibrato if given the opportunity. Now, good night gentlemen. I have a lovely lady waiting for me" the old collie mock bowed and left, finding his companion waiting for him at the entrance as she had said.

"Did you still need to get your coat?" He cocked his head, she was still dressed the same as was.

"No, I didn't bring one. I thought you may want to say goodbye to your friends, so it was a good chance for you to do so. What hotel are you in?"

"It's not far, though it's rather chilly out without a coat, and it cannot be comfortable in those heels. I'll hail a taxi" He stepped out and held the door for her, fortunately a free taxi was just passing and pulled over for them.
He gave the cabbie the hotel name and helped the nubile young lady into the black vehicle.

"The Beaumont? Very nice. I've only stayed once, as a pup, for a friend's wedding with my mother and father. The room had a fantastic view of the square."

"Mmm, my room has a balcony overlooking the square and city, it's quite wonderful, I was on it last night reading and sipping wine. Exquisite." He started as he felt her hand on his thigh, slowly drifting up as she pressed herself against him.

"What is it you're reading?" her breath tickled the fur of his cheak.

She has snuggled up closer to him, nipping softly at his collar line.

"I, ah, ahem. This is going to sound dreadfully sappy and rather pathetic I'm afraid. I was reading a collection of romantic poetry I found on the shelves in my room. I was feeling rather wistful, and self pitiable. Oh, ah" she was now nibbling up his ear, pressing her pert breasts into his shoulder.

"Mmmmrrr I don't see anything pathetic about you, and I doubt I will. I do like a well read man. Was it romantic as in love or romantic as in the movement" her hand had slid up to just short of his crotch. "If this is making you uncomfortable, do say. I'm a big girl. I understand what no means."

He loosened his tie and undid his collar button.

"No. No. Please, do continue! Gods yes please continue. It's just been a while... So, sorry if, should it come to it, I don't perform well... Rather out of practice so to speak." He blushed at the uncomfortable admission.

"I believe the phrase is "practice makes perfect" so we'll just have to practise a lot."

The cab pulled up to the hotel

"Terribly sorry to bother you sir and miss, but we're here."

"Oh, gods sorry about that my good man." John was suddenly very aware of the young collie lady and how she had been pressing herself against him in the back of the taxi.
He fished out a couple of notes and told the driver to keep the change.

Before she stepped out of the cab she turned and said to the driver
"Oh, before you think any less of my gentleman companion here. He is not paying for my time or any services. I do not negotiate fees for my affection: I just have a thing for older men. Especially refined ones like him. Call it daddy issues." She finished with a wicked smile.
John, thankfully, didn't hear that as he held the door for her and smiled to the doorman.

Walking arm in arm up to the lifts she marvelled at the beautiful art deco reception space.

"It's quite spectacular isn't it? I thought I'd treat myself with a stay. If I'm here for a month, I may as well spend it in luxury and enjoy myself. And it's all the more beautiful with you in it." He teased, causing her to giggle slightly and playfully slap his arm.

"Mmm, this is quite stunning, I am sure the room is even more so, but you did say you'd take me to the bar... I don't want to seem the kind of girl who would bonk a man, even a silver stud such as you, upon first meeting. However, if you read me some of that poetry, or talk culture to me, I may revise that and let you have your wicked way with me without an overture. If you want to see my high D's and lower C that is, and let me play your lower D..." she hardly made it through the final sentence before cracking up. "I'm so sorry, that was an awful innuendo and hardly sexy at all." She sniggered.

Chuckling with her the elder canine escorted her to the lift.

"Oh, you are more than welcome to play my magic flute my dear. I would very much like to, however, hear you sing a vibrato if you permit me to play the melodies to get you there."

"Oh, I'm sure we will get to hear each other's full vocal ranges and skills. But first, we must away to the appropriate setting for our Bacchanalian masterpiece. This should occur before we raise the curtain and you see my proscenium arch." The lift finally arrived.

The door had hardly closed before they were passionately entwined, tongues battling for supremacy. She pressed and ground against his forming bulge.
His hands swept over her body, found her ass and held it.
He felt young again with how ravenously horny he was. He felt like he was a young man and newly wed, those first few heady weeks of unending sex with his bride. How desperately intense the passion was, as if they where fucking like they'd never see another day on the earth, like they had been possessed by Eros and his coterie.
He decided he would ask her if she wished to stay in personal contact. To perhaps stay the weekend and bank holiday coming. At worst she'd say no.

The doors slid open as the placid mechanical voice announced the floor.
Taking her and they ran down the corridor, hand in hand, like a young couple in a field from a cheesy romance.
Reaching the door she pulled in close to his side, resuming nibbling and nipping his neck.
Hardly able to fumble the key card out of his pocket they started to make out again, the door opening and the pair of horny dogs whirling into the room.
Using her to close the door he took the opportunity to bite hard on her neck, drawing a beautiful lust filled moan from her. Eyes snapping open she saw the room for the first time.
With the lights off and curtains open the view over the park from one side of the corner, the city the other was extraordinary, with the sparkling lights rising and falling like a dark ocean of starts.
She broke the embrace and practically ran with excitement to a set of balcony doors opposite, which looked out over the city.

"Wow, you really were not exaggerating. The view is..." she stood staring out over the view enchanted.

"That it is my dear" the greying collie man took the opportunity to shed his tie and jacket, stepping behind her he trailed his hands over her taught young body.

"If you unzip me, you can move your hand under the cup" she said of her dress. "I don't wear bars unless I have to" she purred back to him, tail flicking between his legs as she ground back meaningfully.
Leaning back he drew the small zip down her back, the top of the shear dress loosening enough he could slide his hand down the front as he closed the embrace again.
Her breasts were firm and large, pert perhaps the best word, a tidy swelling and slightly pear shaped, her nipples catching the cool air hardened under his ministrations.
She huffed and moaned as he fondled her, grinding her ass against him as he took his turn nipping and nibbling her neck.

With a bit of fumbling he tugged the garments top down properly, helping her slide her arms out the short sleeves. Being a good head taller than her he could rest his muzzle on her shoulder and look down to admire her white furred chest and stomach.
How her grey-black fur faded into white which followed her curves beautifully in his opinion.
The dress fell open to just below her belly button.

"I think I should like to take you to bed and enjoy the view of you upon it... If you'd care to join me." He went to step back but instead found her gripping his arm.

"No. Fuck me here, now. On the balcony. The opening act should be played under the stars so the gods in heaven may look down and see us taking joy in their creations!" He certainly wasn't going to say no, and feeling her reach back and down got the idea.
Loosening his fly he flicked the black fabric of his trousers open and pulled out his sizable cock, bulbs of his knot still hidden in his black sheath.
Hiking her dresses back up he admired her ass, she was wearing surprisingly girly panties.
Small bunnies frolicked on a white and pink background. For some reason that was significantly more erotic than if she had been wearing lingerie or a thong. She was young and still took a youthful joy in life, and was sharing that with him.
Hooking his finger into the crotch he slid them out the way, the moist bunnies giving way to a wet pussy.
She had let her public fur grow out, a soft white mat around her labia.
He felt his breath catch.
It was like he was young once more, and healthy bushes were common and he was spending the night with a beautiful lover in a beautiful city.
Oh.
Wait.
He was.
With a couple of strokes he stepped forward, angling his cock to heropening.

"I don't have any prophylactics on me... Do you want me" she cut him off

"I'm clean, I have a test result from a couple of days ago and haven't had sex since. I'm safe too so no worries about that. If I may draw your attention maestro, to the fact your leads are both warmed up and very ready to start the show" she wiggled her rear at him, glancing over her shoulder.

"Right, sorry to flatten the mood there, it's been... A long time. Now, let's see if I remember what I'm doing"

He shifted and lined himself up as she craned around to kiss him once more.

"Don't worry, it's like riding a bicycle. Or in this case a heated bitch." She murmured between using her tongue to inspect his teeth.

They moaned in unison as he slid his cock into her, the sound echoing and distorting within their muzzles.

She felt fantastic. Warm, just tight enough, and ever so willing.
Drawing himself out slowly he revelled in feeling pussy around his cock for the first time in ages.
His last girlfriend, although the relationship had ended almost a year ago, had been sexless almost from the start, and given how quickly it ended, that was very little sex at all. A distant part of him was rooting through his memory archives to recall the last time he'd actually enjoyed sex and felt pussy around him.
It drew a blank.

Panting he broke the kiss.

"I don't know how long I'll last... If I don't tie I can keep going, but I'll still cum a bit, and I don't know what my recovery will be... Even if I'm still hard and willing."

Despite the awkward position they were in, with her half twisted and craneing up to be able to kiss him, she smiled back at him, kissing his nose.

"As long as you're hard and willing, I really don't mind how fast you finish. It simply means we get a great many scene changes in. Afterall, not to sound unsexy but if we tie here, and you last the usual twenty or so minutes, having to waddle to the bed, or a chair, half dressed like this would be a significantly greater turn off. So I propose you rut me like a prize stallion, don't tie, then we see how much of the wonderful decor we can defile with our naked bodies in the throws of passion, and if during this process you tie and I don't cum, well, you'll be a very naughty boy and I'll have to punish you somehow. Perhaps add a bit of honey to that salt and pepper you have on your muzzle. Deal?"

"Deal. Now. Where was I? Ah, I recall!" He reached on hand up to take her throat, the other roughly grasping her bare breast and thrust hard, hilting in one hard thrust.
He snarled playfully into her ear as he took her hard and fast. Her moans genuine lust. As he fucked her, he drew a symphony of gasps, moans, huffs and whines from her, a shift of his thumb on her neck, a change of pressure and pace, even shifting his weight to penetrate her wonderful cunt played new notes on her vocal harmony as he provided a grunting, panting bass.

All too fast he felt climax approaching.

"Fuck, I'm... Going to... Won't tie..haaannng..." he grunted, fighting the urge to tie and finish properly by ramming his knot home and locking them together, several spurts of watery canine cum jetting from his pointed tip painting her depths.
He felt her contract, clench, and utter a most blissful series of half moans half barks. There was no way the people in the near rooms hadn't at least faintly caught her solo performance of Orgasm In D Major.
He could feel the big veins and arteries in her throat pumping hard, her chest rising and falling heavily.
They sagged slightly together, to the point she ended up resting her elbows and forearms on the balustrade.
Pulling out he admired his work, the slight gape and glisten to her sex, how puffy and delicious looking it was, how her outer lips moved with her breaths and pulse.

"I don't think you need much practice, it has been some time for me since I last had a climax like that. As such in the interest of the scientific method, we need at least three more of those please, and what spirits are to hand? After a first act like that, I fear many more petite mort like that and I shall actually be greeting death, and I am terrible at chess, so be a gent and fetch some aqua vitae" she managed breathlessly, panting almost as hard as her tail was wagging. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the attractive young lady who had come to his room, so refined and pleasant, bent over the balcony, dress hitched up giving the world a view of her fantastic derriere (even if it was still clad in bunny panties), her glistening sex, and to top it off her breasts, those sumptuous mounds of delight, bared for all to see from street to building.

"Of course, let me check the drinks cabinet madam" he did his best stately butler impression, which got a giggle from the panting girl.
Opening the small bar he found a pair of miniatures of probably the best whisky available in miniatures and poured them one each.

"Your drink madam" she hadn't moved when he returned, tail still flicking over her shapely derrière.

"Ah. Thank you, my good man." She finally turned, dress catching on her tail to remain pulled up and exposing her rear to the world below.
It was all he could do to not drop his glass as he got a proper look at her breasts. For reasons he could not quite articulate it felt to him far more intimate and erotic to see her bare breasts like this than her far more intimate sex.
She clearly noticed and gave him a playful smile, stepping neatly over she took an offered glass

"Slàinte mhath" she smiled to him.

"Salud" he returned, linking arms and clinking glasses.

They both drank deeply of the amber liquid.
Taking both their glasses and setting them down he drew her back into a kiss.
Erection poking into her stomach, smearing their lust across her dress.

"Now properly fortified I believe act two is ready to commence. I would very much like it to be set upon the bed, so I may admire the glorious form I plan to enjoy. But in preparation, a change of costume is required." They kissed briefly before parting, "however, I would like you to leave your panties on. I should like to save that final reveal for myself."

They stripped like teens, fast and haphazardly, dropping clothes where they stood.
When both were nude save underwear they rushed the other, frantically and passionately embracing and kissing, grinding against one-and-other.
They shuffled to the bed, her knees hitting it, with a slight push she dropped and scooted back to sit on the bed, looking coy.

"You're an exquisite specimen of the fairer sex... Truly, when you are between my legs it will be lilium inter spinas" he stroked his shaft as she posed on the bed for him, shedding his boxers finally, he crawled above her, leaving soft kisses.
Her foot pad, the tips of her toes, up her shin, her knee, and ever closer, when reaching her thighs he started to alternate between the two, chasing the white of her fur where it faded to greys and blacks.
Soft nips and playful tugs, she rested on her elbows, watching him with a soft smile, huffing and gasping occasionally.
She enjoyed such attention, loved to have her inner thighs stroked and touched, he seemed to pick up on this from her subtle gasps and huffs.

"Surely then I'll get a prick upon my delicate flower. But from the size of your thorn it would me more of an impalement than a small poke"

He chuckled softly.

"I see you've taken it as your turn to be the flatterer, to which I have no objections. Tell me sweet nothings while I take in your flower, lap at your nectar and explore your mound of Venus." He reached her panties, the once light pink bunnies and flowers now stained and darkened as if a storm had wetted their hidden valley, now they frolicked not upon the dry bushy hills but within the puddles left by the passing of a love god.
He kissed the two bunnies which seemed to sit together as if rising up to kiss over her clit.
Running a claw around the yellow faux lace edging he admired them.
She was giving him a curious look.

"Prey tell what is it that fascinates you so about my panties? You seem to have stopped. Not that I object as I rather enjoy the attention you're giving me. If we have moved too fast I'd rather you say..."

He smiled and kissed the bunnies again, sliding his arms and hands up and under her back, resting his head and muzzle on her crotch and up her stomach. He could feel her juices moisten his chin fur.

"No, no, quite the opposite. I just was enjoying the view and feeling old. You are so young and full of life, and wear these (if I may say) cubbish pants, but have dragged a greying old dog like me to bed. And I'm having fun! That's the strike of it! I'm having a wonderful time, and I am excited to not simply ravish you all night but to perhaps ravish you again tomorrow and the next! To, if I may be so crude, rut you like a stud dog would bitch in heat. To draw forth as much pleasure from each other's bodies as we can. And then continue until we are desiccated husks. Though all of that, I look at you and think of how lucky I am you chose me, even for just one night. Sorry, I'm being a soppy old fool and spoiling the mood" he looked away, blushing with embarrassment, tail curling defensively.

He felt her moving under him, her stomach and body shaking.
She was laughing silently, hand raised to hide her grin.

"Don't apologise, we're people, just dogs fundamentally no different to our quadruped cousins. We fuck, we eat, we shit, we sleep. But what sets us apart is we think about all of it. We love, we desire, we lust. It's not simply the primordial need to reproduce, to pass on our genes and continue to propagate the species. While we could spend the evening in a fascinating discussion where we dissect each others lives and experiences to find the Oedipal or Freudian or something kind of Nabokovian Lolita complex or'' she waved her hand to represent the nebulousness of the concept "the whatever other reason we are here, together." She reached down and cupped his cheeks, gently stroking them with her thumbs "But that would be no great fun to finish such a wonderful night. Right now. Right this second. I'm quite extremely turned on and really want to see where the night takes us, and how you take me. Your candour and honesty is endearing, and maybe tomorrow when we wake up, we can cuddle and talk, idly explore each others bodies in a less frenetic manner and just enjoy a nice slow shag or simply get breakfast and see if we want to feel eachother out for a more regular thing or just feel eachother up and add one more mark to our proverbial headboards. So, do you want to explore each others minds, or do you want to fuck me like a dirty slut and naughty girl I am." She gave him a kind patient look.

After a deep breath, he responded by taking her sodden panties in his teeth and attempting to tear them off dramatically.
He unfortunately underestimated quite how difficult it can be to tear clothes and simply gave her a slight wedgy and pinging the elastic back into place.
Kneeling feeling rather foolish as he stared defeated by the undergarments he began to chuckle, then laugh, after a false start she was laughing alongside him.
But rather than continue to laugh she gathered herself and pounced him. Knocking him into his back they both bounced on the bed.
She reached down and started to stroke over his softening member, forcing her muzzle onto his, battering his lips open to thrash her tongue hungrily within his muzzle.
The urgency of his lust returned to him too.

She writhed atop him, grinding and humping against his hardening shaft.
Breaking the kiss she held him pinned.
Staring up at her hungry, lust-filled smile, the beautiful blue eyes, and her heaving chest, the parts of him which were overthinking everything went silent.
He was in for a night of passion and sex like he'd not had since before his daughter was born, since he was a young man in love.