Turquoise waves gently lapped at the soft, golden sands as a cool sea breeze carried away the worst of the afternoon sun’s heat. Wyatt lay stretched out atop his beach towel, his fur drying off from his earlier swim. The wolf’s eyes were closed, his mind at peace, though he was not asleep. A slight smile spread across his snout as his ears took in the gentle waves and the distant squawking of a few gulls. A group of kids charged into the water with glee, laughing and yelling as they splashed about in the surf. The sun felt heavenly on his body as it dried him off. Dressed in only a pair of blue swimming trunks, most of him basked in the warm rays.


        ‘Doesn’t get better than this…well, if I had a beer, perhaps,’ He mused as another gust of wind rippled through his fur, the sea salt giving it a rougher texture than normal.


The sound of another group walking onto the beach then disturbed the serene atmosphere, teenagers by the sound of them. Wyatt blinked his eyes open, his pupils taking a moment to adjust to the bright light as he sat up on his towel. The small group of teens was loud, their language and jokes crude and unrefined. 


‘Yeah, time for a drink anyway.’ Wyatt thought, somewhat dejected as he stood and bundled up his towel and the small backpack. It contained his change of clothes, sunglasses, and a few other items. As he did, the teenagers dove into the water and continued to shout and curse at each other. 


The soft sand cushioned his paws as he strode up the beach, the gentle sounds of the ocean slowly fading into the background as he did so. The wind now brushed through palm fronds as the sand gave way to the tile of the resort's pool area. The large white building extended in front of Wyatt as he dropped his towel in the large basket marked “return.” Here, there was a low din from the loose gathering of people around the pool, with the sound occasionally interrupted by a random shriek from a child. Soft steel drum music played from hidden speakers tucked away in the manicured landscaping, though it was slightly louder underneath the bar’s awning.
The bar itself sat to Wyatt’s left at the far corner of the pool area. It was a simple structure made of bamboo and topped with dried palm fronds. A small army of liquor bottles sat behind the bartender, and a row of stools was placed in front of the bar itself. Strands of colored lights hung from the roof that were always lit up at night when the large crowds typically gathered to mix, mingle, and hook up. But now, only a single other patron stood, leaning against the slick wooden bartop. Wyatt could see that she was a wolf like him, though clearly younger. Her fur was mostly a light, dusty tan. Her form was bent over the bar at the waist as she leaned her elbows against the wood, her tail waving with one paw placed in front of the other. As he padded over, he couldn’t help but notice her attractive figure.


‘Damn, that girl has a nice ass…’ Wyatt’s crude instincts piped up from the primitive masculine part of his brain.




Wyatt tried not to stare too long as he strode up to the bar, though he found himself sneaking glances at her despite his attempts. His eyes were drawn to a patch of darker, caramel colored fur covering her left buttock. It was uneven, its border wavy as it roughly encircled her cheek. Though the large mark on her butt had drawn his attention, he couldn’t help but admire the girl’s rear in its entirety. Adorning it were a pair of flattering blue and white striped bikini bottoms that beautifully complemented her big, well-toned tush. The woman’s hair and ears were of the same tone as the odd patch on her backside. It gave her a rather balanced look despite having a single, uneven disruption on, from what he could tell at least, was an otherwise flawless coat of fur. 


“What can I get for ya?” The barkeep, Angel, said as Wyatt saddled up to the bar and deposited his pack on the ground in front of him.


 The older male also elected to lean against it rather than sit. The woman had done the same with her pool bag, too, though her’s was a canvas shoulder bag with a turtle embroidered on it. At least that's what Wyatt assumed it was, as the bag lay half-crumpled on the ground. The barkeep was a tall jaguar, near Wyatt’s age, from what he could tell. He always seemed to have a smile on his face, even when the bar was busy.  


“Oh, let's see…Shark Fin Pilsner, that sounds good.” Wyatt replied as his eyes scrolled down the laminated menu. 


“Sure thing boss!” Angel said as he reached under the bar and into one of the mini fridges tucked away underneath there. 


Wyatt kept his attention on the menu, he could practically feel the eyes of the girl next to him studying his figure just as he had done to her earlier. He’d been sure to give her enough space as she stood and sipped on her bright blue mixed drink. Though her position in the middle of the bar meant that no matter where he stood, he was always going to be close. Wyatt wasn’t sure what it was that she was drinking, only that it had a straw and a little paper umbrella in it. 


‘Heh, Jessica had a butt patch too…hers was smaller though, and on the other cheek.’  The sudden and unwelcome thought of his ex-wife slipped into Wyatt’s mind without warning as he subconsciously felt the girl observe him. 


As Angel stood up straight again, a brown beer bottle in hand. The pop of the metal cap off the bottle silenced Wyatt’s wayward thoughts as the image of his ex-wife had started to lead him back home to the dreary post-divorce house and dull office job that he had paid handsomely to escape for a couple of weeks. 


“Thanks Angel.” He replied simply as he lifted the bottle to his snout, the cold glass sweating in the warm tropical air. 


“No problem boss.” Angel said with a light slap against the bar as he stepped away. 


“Would you like another one there, Ms. Lexie? Or maybe something new?” He continued in a cheery voice as he addressed the female wolf. 


‘Lexie, cute name…’ Wyatt mused as he snuck a quick peek, the bready taste of the cold beer still awash on his tongue. 


Their eyes met for a brief moment as Lexie seemed to sense the glance before she turned back to Angel. Her eyes were a vibrant green that complemented her fur color perfectly. Her nose was a medium brown, not dissimilar from the birthmark on her tush. The fur on the bridge of her snout was the same color as her nose, though it faded as it transitioned into the rest of her facial fur.


“Hmm, how about this one…the rum runner.” She said, her voice bright and inquisitive.


“Yes ma’am, that one is always a favorite with the ladies,” Angel replied with a flirty wink as he turned to retrieve the necessary bottles.


Lexie chuckled as Wyatt let out a quiet snort and shook his head. In the time he’d been here, he’d learned that Angel liked to tease the girls at the bar and make them blush a little. He was never inappropriate, his jokes and comments were just enough to elicit a blush and an eye roll. Angel gave a laugh of his own as he retrieved his shaker and loaded with with ice from another mini fridge. Wyatt found himself watching as the bartender worked on crafting the mixed drink, the jaguar grabbing a selection of colorful tropical fruit from a basket at the far end of the bar.  


“So, taking a break from the family?” Lexie asked, breaking his concentration. 


“Hmm? Oh…uh, no, no, I’m ah, here by myself.” Wyatt answered awkwardly, the older man caught off guard by the question. 


The younger she-wolf wore an inviting smile on her face, her ears were turned forward, and her tail gently swayed behind her. The girl’s friendly posture compelled Wyatt to pick up the conversation. 


“Oh, really? You aren’t married?” She asked, her head tilting to one side as a look of genuine curiosity crossed her face. 


“Divorced actually, a couple of years now…No I just thought I’d get away from the office for a couple of weeks ya know?” Wyatt spoke in a mildly nonchalant voice as he tried to sound unbothered by his marital status. 


“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that, but yeah, I can understand wanting to get away.” Lexie’s voice shifted to one of sympathy, her ears flicking back as she cocked her left hip to the side, her tail now falling back against her rear. 


Wyatt shrugged his shoulders as he took another sip of his beer, though he tried to appear over the whole thing, the agitated movements of his own tail gave him away. 


“My parents split up while I was in college. I uh, I actually just graduated this year, some of the girls from school planned this trip to celebrate.” She continued, looking off and brushing her nut brown hair aside at the admission of her parents’ own separation. 


“Hey, congratulations on graduating, that's a major achievement! I’m sure your folks are proud, even if they…ya know.” Wyatt said as he let a smile show on his snout.


“Thanks.” She said in a quieter voice, her gaze returning to the bar as a bashful smile crept across her face. 


Wyatt continued to observe her for a few minutes before turning his attention back to his drink. Angel had finished adding his host of ingredients to the shaker, which now rattled in his grip as he rapidly mixed everything together. 


“Do you have any kids?” Lexie asked casually as she looked back up, her question once more bringing Wyatt’s attention away from his half-drank beer. 


“Mhm, two of ‘em, about your age, actually, they uh…spend most of the time with their mom though.” He replied, a hint of sadness evident in Wyatt’s voice despite his best efforts to suppress it. 


“Aww, that sucks, I’m sorry you don’t get to see them that often,” Lexie said, once more adopting her sympathetic pose. 


“I take what I can get ya know,” Wyatt replied with another shrug of his shoulders, his attempt at nonchalance once again failing.        


        Once again, a silence descended on the pair as Angel poured the concoction from his shaker into a tall glass. The drink was a light pink and was once again festooned with a paper umbrella and a straw. 


“Here you are, a pretty drink for a pretty lady!” He said in a peppy voice as he set the drink down, though rather than study Lexie as she sipped it, Angel instead shot Wyatt a knowing look. 


Lexie picked up on the glance as she too turned to Wyatt, and took a sip of the pink cocktail. 


“Can’t argue with that.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone, giving his ears a flick to add emphasis to his words. 


“Well, you two enjoy!” Angel said as he retrieved his washcloth and made for the other end of the bar. 


The wooden bartop was already perfectly clean, but the experienced jaguar knew when to give people some space. 


“So, what all is in that?” Wyatt asked, smirking as he pointed at Lexie’s drink, eager to change the topic. 


“I dunno,” She shrugged and took another sip. “Wanna try it?” 


Wyatt was surprised to feel his heartbeat kick up a couple of notches as Lexie held out the cup, just close enough to her body still to require him to step closer. 


“Uh, sure.” He replied, his tail starting to dart nervously behind him. 


Rather than drink from her straw, Wyatt poured a little of the cocktail into his mouth, just enough to get a taste for it. A mix of tropical fruit, banana, and rum danced on his taste buds as he swallowed it. The drink was sweet and went down easy, though he could tell that it was deceptively strong. 


“Whoo, that's dangerous.” He chuckled as he handed it back to Lexie. 


“So, any cute girls in your office?” The question hit Wyatt like a punch as the small talk suddenly took a turn. 


“Heh, not really, I mean…okay, sure, sometimes we get a hot intern, but…you know.” He joked, his ears folding back and his tail wagging nervously. 


Lexie didn’t respond, at least not verbally. Instead, she gave a quick flick of her ears, the pointy brown cups darting back before returning to their normal spot. The ear movement was accompanied by a brief tail lift, the girl raising and lowering it almost like a wave of the hand. Her eyes too spoke volumes, their lids lowered slightly as her eyebrows raised and then lowered, almost imperceptibly. The gesture was subtle to anyone not paying attention, but to a fellow wolf it was an unmistakable sign of interest. Not an outright flirt, but a signal to keep going, and to reciprocate. 


“Oh, that's a shame, you know you should really try to get out and meet some new people.” She said in a tone that bordered on sarcastic as her words followed up on her body’s signals. 


‘Damnit, I haven’t had to do this in years…’ Wyatt thought as he tried to recall his old techniques for talking to girls. 


‘We were awful forward with each other back then…I’m not sure I know how to dance this dance anymore…’ 


“Well, there are a few people here that I’ve met…” He said, letting his voice trail off. 


Though as his words faded, Wyatt allowed his tail to gently brush the back of Lexie’s legs. It wasn’t very subtle, but it didn’t shout intent either. Wyatt’s senses were turned to her response, even as his face played it down and he took another sip of beer, the brew inside now starting to lose its chill. 


“Oh, well that's good. Some of the other girls I came with have been talking with some local boys.” Lexie said in a casual voice as she allowed the contact.


Lexie reached over the bar for a napkin. There was a box right in front of her, but instead she went for the one in front of Wyatt, her hip pressing against his to enable her tail to return the gesture. 


‘Okay…play it cool, one step at a time old man…’ His inner voice nervously thought, his heart still racing as butterflies began to kick up a small storm in his stomach. 


“And they left you here all by yourself?” He asked in response. 


Lexie shrugged her shoulders and took another drink, the level in the glass approaching halfway to the bottom now. 


“I don’t mind being on my own, I tend to find my own fun anyway.” She smiled, her tail raised just above her waist, and gently wagging. 


“Well, I suppose there is a lot to do here,” Wyatt answered in a similarly casual tone, turning his body to face the white resort building, his nerves still wound up tight as he prepared a more direct signal. 


As he turned his back to Lexie, he likewise raised his tail, brushing it directly against her ass and holding it there. There was no mistaking this move. She would either reject him by lowering her tail and stepping away or play along, keeping her tail raised for him. The seconds ticked by, Wyatt’s heart rate increasing in time as he held his tail against her butt. By now, there was no explaining away the gesture as an accidental brush of the tail.


‘It's still up…holy shit she’s really going for it!’ His thoughts exclaimed as the wolf’s old flirting techniques once more bore fruit, though he kept his outer demeanor calm and collected. 


“I mean, they have an entire nightclub up there,” Wyatt continued, shifting his potion even more as he looked up at the resort. 


Now standing almost totally behind her, Wyatt worked his tail gingerly between her thighs, raising it against her until he could no longer move it. This was his most obvious message, an evident “I want to fuck you” that Lexie couldn’t miss. The younger she-wolf let out a barely audible chuff as she felt his fluffy tail press up between her legs, the tip of it wagging as it stuck out from her thighs. It was as if she were silently saying, “Yeah, alright old man, I hear you.” She paused for a moment as she considered the offer, gently pressing her legs together as she regarded the tail tucked between them. 


“So…You uh…Wanna come back to my room?” She asked quietly, the smirk on her face evident in her voice. She took the tip of Wyatt’s tail in her hands and wrapped the salty fur around her finger tightly enough for him to feel it. 


Wyatt’s brain took a couple of extra seconds to process her words, his mind still reeling from the realization that he had at least some ability left to pull girls. Though how much of it was down to him and his skills, and how much was Lexie’s willingness to play ball, was something that he wasn’t ready to tackle at the moment. Wyatt was busy savoring the sweet taste of a surprise victory. 


“You’re friends won’t come back?” He asked, returning his tail to its normal position and stepping back up to the bar to finish the last sip of beer. 


“Pfff, they took off the moment they heard there was a nude beach with local boys on it. I’ll be lucky if I can get them back on the plane.” Lexie joked as she likewise pounded the rest of her drink, the heavy-hitting cocktail no doubt giving her a pleasant buzz.


Wyatt snorted and shook his head as he retrieved his bag. Earlier, he had been unsure if he would end up needing it, though now he was glad of his forethought. 


“Taking off?” Angel asked as he moved to clear away the empty glasses. 


“Yup, important business,” Wyatt said with a slight smirk as he slung his bag over his shoulder. 


“Oh yeah, super important I bet! I’ll see you both later!” He called back with a hearty, knowing laugh. These two were not the first, and certainly wouldn’t be the last to dance that particular waltz at his bar.


Lexie took the lead as the two padded away from the pool bar. Wyatt was still somewhat in disbelief over this sudden development. As he followed her, the older man noticed more than one glancing look from younger boys to men like himself. Lexie’s tail swished behind her, giving her new partner a solid view as she walked. Wyatt admired her confidence as they entered the resort itself. Many women tended to wrap a towel around their waists or slip into a loose-fitting dress, but Lexie was unbothered by wearing just her bathing suit.


“Which floor are you on?” He asked as she rounded a corner into a carpeted stairwell. 


“The fourth.” She replied calmly as she took the first step.” 


“Fourth!? You know there’s an elevator, right?” Wyatt asked incredulously with a hint of bemused sarcasm. 


“What? Can’t keep up?” Lexie teased, flicking her tail up at him. 


Wyatt sighed and followed her up the steps, resigning himself to his fate. But as they walked, he couldn’t help but look up at her. His position behind and lower down gave the older wolf an excellent view under her tail. Each step she took scrunched her bikini bottoms even more into her tush. At each landing, she readjusted herself, hooking her thumbs under and tugging them free before running her hands over her ass to smooth them out, each time turning back to give him a subtle smirk.


‘Heh, stairs aren’t so bad I guess…’ Wyatt mused, understanding now why she wanted to take them over the elevator.    


The lock whirred and clicked, the little light changing from red to green as Lexie held her plastic key card up to the pad. With a sigh, she pushed the door in, and a cool blast of air hit her snout as she walked in with Wyatt tailing behind. The older wolf’s nose flooded with that familiar hotel room smell as he let the door click shut and lock behind him. Lexie’s room was larger than his, with two beds and a balcony, as compared to his single bed with a window. The beds themselves were pushed up against the left wall while the TV and dresser sat opposite. The bathroom was immediately to the right of the foyer, and the air conditioning unit sat above the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony. 
Looking to his right, Wyatt could see into the open bathroom. The white marble counter contained twin sinks and was already covered in a mix of female fur products, brushes, and combs, while the shower rod was draped with colorful bikinis as they hung to dry. Following Lexie all the way in, he noticed that each bed had an open suitcase in front of it with an eclectic mix of clothes and a few souvenirs that had been purchased earlier. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lexie shudder and shiver, her tail flailing around for a moment before she steadied herself. 


“Cold?” Wyatt asked with a chuckle. 


“Heh, yeah, it's a little chilly in here.” She replied with a gentle laugh as she reached for the little remote sitting on the dresser. 


With the push of a button, the whooshing air came to a stop, and the room descended into silence. Lexie stood next to the bed closest to the door as Wyatt put his bag on top of the dresser. 


‘Okay, how are we going to start this?’  He wondered silently as he took in the subdued setting. 


The lighting was dull and gray as the only illumination filtered in through the beige curtains which hung in front of the large windows. Lexie seemed to realize the dip in energy as she stepped over to them, pulling them back to let in a bit more light. As she did, the she-wolf waved her tail up and slowly back down, turning her head to Wyatt to see if he caught it.


‘Ah, there we go.’ He mused, content to let Lexie set the pace. 


Wyatt padded over as she turned to look out of the window. The view was of the ocean and of the pool area where they had just been. They could both see the palm roof of the little bar where they had met, small and tucked away in the corner. Wyatt gently took Lexie by the waist, feeling her warmth for the first time in his hands. She softly pushed back on him, pressing her rear into his hips as she was now the one to lift her tail between his legs. 


“You know, you never asked how old I am,” Wyatt whispered, the smell of sea salt drifting into his nose from Lexie’s fur. 


“Hm, it doesn’t bother me, just so long as you can get it up,” She joked, winking and sticking out the tip of her tongue. 


“Pff, hush, I’m only forty-one, I’m not THAT old!” He laughed, patting the younger woman’s butt and feeling a pleasant, toned jiggle. 


“Hmph, twice my age then.” Lexie teased in a sensual voice. 


‘Twenty-one…heh, it's been a while…’ He thought to himself as he reminisced briefly on his younger years. 


Wyatt savored the feeling of Lexie’s tush pressed against him. He couldn't help but have noticed earlier just how well endowed she was back there. Her ass was big enough to be considered “big,” but not out of proportion to the rest of her body. It had a lovely, well-defined curve, and from what he could already feel, a bouncy yet firm texture. 


“Has it been a long time for you?” She asked as she wiggled herself against him. 


“Too long,” Wyatt replied, his voice heavy. 


“Here, then let me…” Lexie’s words trailed off as she turned around and slowly dropped to her knees. 


The curtain swayed back to its original position, blocking the view of the ocean and resort. Wyatt felt the snout pressing into the crotch of his trunks as her fingers tugged at the knotted rope keeping them on his waist. He dropped his left hand to her head, gently cupping her ear as the knot came loose and the waistband released its tension on his body. With his other hand, Wyatt parted the curtains just enough to give himself a view outside as he felt the cool air of the room greet his manhood. The tip was already poking out of his cream colored sheath. Wyatt’s groin, belly, and chest were all a tan cream color, while the rest of him was a mix of the customary grays, browns, and blacks of a wolf. 
He let out a satisfied hum as he felt the wet warmth of Lexie’s mouth envelop the exposed tip, her skilled tongue coaxing more of it out of the velvety sheath. Warm breath splashed against him as her hands held onto his hips, the swim trunks piled up at his paws.  


“Oh, fuck, you’re good at this huh?” Wyatt asked rhetorically as the younger woman put her oral skills on full display. 


‘Yeah…way better than Jessica…’ His thoughts hummed with satisfaction as more of his length slid into Lexie’s mouth. 


A gentle sucking sound replaced the oppressive silence as the she-wolf’s head bobbed back and forth on Wyatt’s cock, the older man’s gaze still peering out over the ocean. As soon as he dropped down to watch the younger female perform, she turned her own gaze up at him, flashing him with a pair of well-practiced puppy eyes. A heavy blush formed under the graying fur on Wyatt’s muzzle as he beheld the sight. The feeling of her warm mouth sliding over him, of her tongue massaging and caressing him, coupled with the gentle, innocent expression, set him ablaze. Her soft nose buried itself in his crotch fur, inhaling the warm, salty scent, only to be withdrawn again as the red length of his shaft steadily slipped in and out of her mouth. 


“God damn, I’ve never been sucked like this before…” Wyatt’s words were more of a groan as he forced himself to look away. 


He could almost feel the satisfaction welling up inside Lexie as she buried her nose once more in his fluff, this time leaving it there to let him feel his entire shaft held in the slick embrace of her muzzle. Her throat gently, but audibly, sucked as her tongue worked it over, a combination of wet gulps and her own muffled voice. His tie was already causing his sheath to swell from where it begged to be released. She seemed to know just how long to hold him there, as just before his penis was about to decide for him, Lexie pulled off.  


“What did you study in college again?” He chuckled, releasing his soft grip on her ear. 


The she-wolf playfully rolled her eyes as she licked at the exposed length, each lap sending a burst of pleasure through Wyatt’s body. 


“I don’t think I ever did, actually,” Lexie said between licks. “Education,” she continued before tucking her snout under. 


‘Heh, normally nursing students are the dirty ones…’ Wyatt mused, though he kept that one to himself.


“But, I did pick up a few other things…” The she-wolf’s voice took on a sultry tone as her tongue guided one of Wyatt’s balls into her mouth. 


“I can see that…” He chuffed, his lungs letting out a big exhale as he felt her warm tongue wrap around and gently suckle on his sensitive orb. 


Lexie’s tail batted the glass as she switched to the other one, her maw leaving Wyatt’s velvety fluff down there thoroughly soaked. Her mind buzzed with the knowledge that these things in her mouth had already produced two offspring, their successful record proving their potency. She savored the taste of the sea salt still clinging to his fur. She was sure to get as much of it as possible as she cleaned them off. 


‘Fuck I wish girls were this adventurous when I was twenty-one…’ Wyatt mused, remembering how even convincing a girl to give him a normal blowjob back then was an exercise in patience, diligence, and smooth talk.


Lexie allowed the warm, fur-covered orb to drop from her mouth, a strand of saliva dripping off of it. Pulling her snout back, she took just the pointed tip in her lips, flicking it with her tongue and feeling the warm, salty jets of clear precum land on it. 


“Are you ready to get on the bed?” Wyatt asked, his breathing picking up from the teasing pleasure.


Lexie nodded, the tip of his cock still held in her mouth and her tail still thumping against the glass. The sight of her there like that seared into Wyatt’s mind. He knew that it would be a cherished memory from now on. But as she let it go, he stood back to give the girl space. 


“Why don’t you go ahead and lie down? I need to get something real quick.” She said as Wyatt stepped out of his trunks. 


“Oh yeah, sure, no problem.” The older canine said as he watched Lexie pad over to the bathroom, her tail hiked and wagging. 


‘That butt patch is so damn cute…’ He mused as he sat down and watched her round the corner. 


The bed was plush and comfortable, the pillows feeling brand new under his head. Housekeeping had made them up this morning, and his weight caused little ripples to spread over the white sheets. Wyatt looked down at his torso. The tip of his sheath was wet with Lexie’s spit, and he could feel the additional wetness on his balls as his cock flopped against his belly. He could hear Lexie rummaging around in the bathroom as she looked through her toiletries bag. Wyatt had a feeling as to what she was going for. It didn’t take her long to reemerge, the little blue square in her hand confirming Wyatt’s suspicions. 


“Sorry, just needed to grab a condom, you don’t mind, right?”


“Of course not, gotta stay safe.” He replied, a primal part of his brain felt disappointed, but the larger, rational side of him totally understood.  


“Ah, good, I know a lot of guys prefer to have sex without one, but…you know.” Lexie continued, obviously a tad embarrassed. 


“Yeah, no worries, hop up.” Wyatt encouraged with a welcoming smile on his graying snout. 


Lexie returned the smile as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. The feeling of the girl’s warmth and weight cushioned by her plush bottom felt heavenly as she lowered herself down. Wyatt’s dick rubbed against the soft squish of her still bikini-covered groin. As she tore the edge of the condom wrapper, he tugged at the knotted string holding her bikini bottoms together. There was one on each side of her waist, and as she felt them loosen and fall free, it was her turn to feel the butterflies dance in her stomach. 


“You’re really beautiful, you know…” Wyatt spoke softly as he slowly wrapped his hands around behind, each one gently taking a handful of butt.


Lexie bit her lip as she felt his hands on her tush, her tail rushing from side to side. 


“If it weren’t for that stupid spot on my ass, my fur would be-” Wyatt cut her off with a soft “Shhhh.” 


“Honestly, Lexie, I fucking love your butt patch. It's such a cute pattern.” He smiled and continued in a confident tone that left no room for doubting his sincerity. 


“Awww, thanks…” Lexie cooed as she lifted herself just enough to discard her bikini bottoms. 


Wyatt returned a kind expression as he continued to squeeze her cheeks while she let herself back down. Looking forward, he could see the soft lines of the girl’s slit before she pressed it against his sheath. 


‘Well trimmed too, girl knows how to keep it neat and tidy.’ He thought, his eyes soaking up the sight of Lexie’s femininity.  


Wyatt leaned his head back against the pillow, his hands still holding onto Lexie’s ass while she began to gently hump him. He hummed softly as he felt her weight shift against him and the soft flesh of her lips slide against the bulging tie in his sheath. Reaching behind her back, Lexie freed her chest from its striped confines and threw the upper half of her bikini aside to join the lower half. Wyatt perked his head up just in time to see the garment fall away to reveal her ample, perky breasts and soft-looking pink nipples. The sight of this finally did it for Wyatt as his tie, still only partially inflated, emerged to join the party. 


“There, now I can put it on.” She mumbled, more to herself than anything. 


Lexie finished removing the condom from its wrapper, tossing the discarded packaging on the bed as she held the rolled-up rubber against the tip of Wyatt’s cock. Her first attempt failed as she had it upside down, but after a quick giggle, she succeeded and rolled the thing down until it covered his entire length and burgeoning tie. 


“Ready now?” Wyatt asked, but Lexie was already lifting herself. 


‘Yup, guess you got it.’ He mused as she reached down and flipped his dick up to position it under her entrance. 


Through the rubber, Wyatt felt the tightness of her tunnel begin to embrace him as Lexie pressed the pointed tip past her lips. Retracting his hands to her thighs, he let her take the lead as she lowered herself back down once again, this time to take him for real. 


“Fuuuck, that's deep!” She moaned as her pussy swallowed the older wolf’s cock. 


Wyatt watched with gleeful satisfaction at the effect his penis had on her. As she lowered, he returned his hands to her tush, planting a firm slap on her odd colored right cheek. The spank elicited a reflexive moan from Lexie’s throat as she felt the impact ripple across her butt, her tail raising all on its own in response. Bracing herself on Wyatt’s chest, her hips began to rock as the partially inflated knot pressed against her. 


“You’ve got this, Lexie, you feel amazing.” He encouraged as the girl’s face scrunched up. 


Wyatt’s encouragements were far from hollow. She did feel amazing, better than he’d felt in years. She was tight, but he knew that she could take all of him. 


“Oh fuck…cramp!” [a]She cried suddenly, rolling off to the right side and flopping down against the bed. 


“Oh shit, you okay!?” Wyat exclaimed, rising from his position as Lexie grabbed her calf and twisted her body to relieve the cramping muscle. 


“Mhm…give me a second.” She said in a strained voice, her eyes clamped shut. 


A few seconds passed before her body finally relaxed and her eyes blinked open. 


“That's what I get for not stretching first…” She chuckled to herself as the cramp subsided. 


“Heh, maybe…you’re alright though?” 


“Mhm, it was a mild one, I’m not even sore or anything, I used to do gymnastics, so it's not a totally unfamiliar feeling,” Lexie responded, still softly laughing at herself as she started to get up. 


“Here, why don’t you lie down and let me take it from here, okay?” Wyatt similarly chuckled as he rose to his knees. 


“Suppose I can’t argue.” Lexie conceded as she took Wyatt’s former spot. 


“And here, put this under your butt, it’ll help.” The older wolf said, handing her one of the other pillows. 


Lexie did as she was told and lifted herself to place the pillow, though Wyatt knew that raising her pussy up was as much for his benefit as hers. 


“You learn a few things when you get old.” He joked as he lined himself up. 


“You must be a genius by now.” Lexie taunted, sticking out the tip of her tongue as she felt his tip tease her entrance 


“Shut up.” Wyatt scoffed playfully, giving the mouthy girl a firm spank to accompany his words.


This time, the pair let out pleasured moans in unison as Wyatt steadily, but firmly pressed himself inside. With her paws resting on his shoulders, his length and girth were easier to take as Lexie no longer had to contend with her own weight pressing her down. All she had to do was relax in the comfort of the bed as her older lover pumped his hips and pressed all of her sensitive buttons. Here, Wyatt’s years gave him an advantage as he knew how to pace himself and how to angle his hips to give his lover the most pleasure. Where a younger, inexperienced man might rely on speed or force, he understood that technique mattered most. 


“Oh…my God, yes…” Lexie moaned from underneath the arm she’d draped over her eyes. 


‘Flirting might change over the years, but at least vagina has stayed the same.’ He joked to himself as he heard and felt the effects of his efforts.   


“H-hold on a minute…pull it out!” Lexie suddenly commanded, the words, still dripping with pleasure, caught Wyatt off guard. 
               
Anxiety and worry suddenly flooded him as he immediately obeyed her instructions. 


“Get this fucking thing off!” She growled, her hand reaching for his condom-covered dick as it lay against her stomach. 


‘Oh…’ Wyatt mused, eyes wide as he watched her fingers struggle against the slick beige latex. Eventually, Lexie’s fingers found purchase, and the rubber stretched as she tugged at it.


With a loud thwap, the condom gave up its grip and was soon crumpled in the girl’s hand and discarded on the bed next to its wrapper. 


“Hold on, I wanna do it this way…” She continued as she felt her lover’s bare tip start to slide in again, her voice confident as she took charge.


Wyatt remained on his knees as Lexie flipped over and got down on all fours in front of him, legs spread, her tail hiked as she presented her ass. He planted a hand on her uneven caramel patch as he shuffled closer. For the first time, he was able to see the mark in its entirety, his eyes tracing its borders before setting on her bottom’s other prize. 


‘Fuck, that looks tight as a vice…’ Wyatt mused as he rubbed his thumb around the smooth, pink skin of Lexie’s triangular asshole.


However, there was little time to dwell on it, as the girl offered herself. This time, when Wyatt pressed himself past the smooth, even lips of her vulva, his body seemed to melt from the warm, unobstructed pleasure. With the condom gone, he could feel every ripple and texture of her walls as they squeezed and stimulated him. 


“So much better…” The words fell out of Lexie’s mouth as she moaned them. 


Her ears were pinned back, her tail raised as high as it could go as Wyatt hilted himself up to the knot. Once again, he savored the feeling of her tush pressed against him, this time with his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust into her from behind. 


‘You got that right girl, so much better raw…Easier to tie from behind too…I wonder if she knows that…eh, I’ll just finish on her ass unless she says otherwise.’ He thought as a steady clapping began to echo off the walls from the collision of butt and hips. 


Wyatt was tempted to grip Lexie’s tail, but he knew that such a move angered some females, especially wolves, so he maintained his grip on her hips. He could hear her breath increase into a steady panting followed by a long, drawn-out moan as she let her chest fall against the sheets. 


“Keep…going!” She begged, turning her head to look back at Wyatt as she flashed him with the deadliest bedroom eyes she could muster. 


Wyatt was panting as he struggled to maintain an increased pace, the older wolf vowing to work on his cardio when he got home. By now, his tie begged for entry, her warm folds teasing it as they threatened to envelop him entirely.


‘Gonna have to pick a landing pad soon.’ Wyatt mused as he felt the urge to cum building up. 


Lexie, too, had felt the older wolf’s knot begging for entry, and caught in the thrill of the moment, she made her decision. 


“Wyatt…just…put it in, I want it.” Her pleasured voice demanded. 


“You sure?” Wyatt huffed, his lungs quickly running out of capacity. 


“Mhm, yeah…go ahead.” She moaned, pressing her ass back as she felt him begin to push. 


“God damn, you’re such a good fucking girl!” Wyatt hadn’t even meant to say anything, but the words hissed through his clenched teeth as he felt Lexie’s vulva stretch and accept him.  


He heard a high-pitched whimper as he felt her lips stretch. The inadvertent compliment had obviously affected her, as Lexie once more flashed him with those desperate bedroom eyes. With a dull wet sound, the tie slid in and locked into place, swelling to its full size as her walls sealed around it. Both partners let out respective pleasured cries, though Lexie’s was tinged with a small amount of pain as her body made way for the intrusion. Now locked together, Wyatt scooped Lexie up and held her close to his chest as the first hot rush of semen bathed the entrance to her womb. His arms wrapped around her chest, filling his grip with her breasts as she felt each hot pulse of fresh sperm gush bare and unprotected against her cervix. Lexie couldn’t have cared less for the potential consequences of what she had just done as the silky warmth steadily spread between her legs, one pulse at a time. Wyatt held on as the peak of his orgasm gradually subsided, eventually releasing his grip and sinking back to sit on his ankles. His cock continued to twitch and pump further spurts of cum into the girl’s flooded sex, and it would do so for many more minutes still. 


“Not bad for an old man huh?” Wyatt joked as he delivered a playful spank to Lexie’s butt, which was held firm against his hips from the tie. 


“Well…not to stroke your ego too much…but I do get now why some girls go for older guys.” She chuckled as she caught her breath.


‘That's because we know what we’re doing.’ He thought to himself, pride surging despite Lexie’s comment. 


“Have uh…have you been knotted before?” Wyatt asked, unsure if Lexie knew what to expect for the next hour or so. 


“Yeah, a couple of times…with my ex, he was a fox though, so he couldn’t stay tied long… yours is the biggest I’ve taken.” She replied, her voice wavering as she felt another surge of cum.


“Heh, consider my ego stroked…” Wyatt whispered in a playful tone as he sat back up, each twitch of his still cumming cock sending little jolts of pleasure up his spine as Lexie’s walls reflexively squeezed and massaged even more of the potent seed from his balls. 


Lexie scoffed and rolled her eyes as her older lover wrapped his hands around her front. She hummed as they slid down her flat belly, past her soft mound, and cupped her pussy. The tips of Wyatt’s fingers touched his knot roof before he slid them back up against the grain of Lexie’s fur. He felt her relax as she settled her full weight on his lap. His hands gently rubbed her belly above where they were tied as she quickly learned to love the unique feeling of a male locked inside, filling her womb with love. 


“Hey Wyatt?” she asked softly. 


“Mhm.” He hummed in response. 


“Why do you like that weird fur pattern on my butt? I got made fun of for having that so much as a kid…”


Wyatt chuckled and shook his head slightly. 


“No seriously! I didn’t wear a bikini or change clothes in front of anyone until college!” Lexie exclaimed, her tail trying to wag, though it was pinned between her and Wyatt. 


“I don’t know, I mean…I just think it looks cute. It certainly gives your tush a unique flair,” He said in a warm tone, wiggling his snout tight against her shoulder and pulling her in closer as he tried to ignore the strain in his leg muscles from keeping them upright. 


“Hmm, if you say so…” She said, her voice trailing off as she contemplated the answer. 


“Mhm, I do say so, you have a fucking great ass.” Wyatt smiled as he drew a hand around Lexie’s back and gave her colorful left buttcheek a firm pinch. 


“Pfff, you’re such a dork, you know that?” She teased, though her tail trying to wag even harder gave her away. 


“Oh, I know it girl, you aren’t the first to notice.” Wyatt teased in return, this time Lexie reached a hand around and pinched him on his side. 


“Ow! Ow! Hey, I didn’t use claws!” He exclaimed, unable to move because of the tie. 


“Uggh, woman…quit attacking and hand me that TV remote on the nightstand, we’re gonna be here a while yet.” 


“Uh huh,” Lexie hummed sarcastically while straining for the remote. “I still need to wash all this salt out of my fur, you too, I could smell it on you…taste it too.” She continued, the last part of her sentence barely a whisper as she hauled herself back upright, remote in hand. 


“Shower together, huh? Yeah that sounds like fun. I haven’t had shower sex in a while.” Wyatt said in a playful tone, setting his snout down on Lexie’s shoulder as he switched on the TV. 


“Oh? What makes you think you’re getting shower sex?” Lexie teased, leaning her head back and sticking her tongue out. 


“Oh, don’t act all coy and hard to get now, not when I’ve still got my dick knotted in you.” Wyatt teased back, giving the she-wolf another pinch on her birthmark with his free hand. 


“Pfff, just remember that you’re the lucky one here, old man.” She continued playfully taunting, her tail still trying to wag between their bodies as Wyaff selected a show.


“Keep calling me that, and I’ll show you just what this ‘old man’ can do.” Wyatt retorted, whispering into her ear in a low voice and giving the opposite butt cheek a playful spank. His other hand, now free of the remote, reached up to gently pinch one of her soft nipples. 


“Mmm, I’m counting on it, maybe in the shower I’ll find out if older men are better at oral too.” Lexie returned in a similarly deadly voice, enjoying the sensation of him exploring her body as the sound of a coral reef documentary on the TV filled the room.


‘Shit…I’m really starting to like this one,’ Wyatt mused as he savored the feeling of her body against his. 


        
     
        
[a]nice addition to have complications during the act