Chat with a passer by

You and Alicia are staring quite intently into each others eyes as you fondle her breast, when a young blonde girl approaches you. She has a pink blouse, a short black skirt, and long white socks on.

"Hi! Excuse me," she says cheerfully. Both you and Alicia look to her. Alicia looks down at her open blouse, as if to consider whether it's a problem that her tits are out while a stranger is talking to her at the cafe, then looks back at the girl.

You look to the girl, expectantly.

"I -- I couldn't help but admire your lovely pet pussy," she gushes. "She's soooooo adorable! Could I stroke her?"

Alicia turns to look to you with wide eyes. Her expression is nearly unreadable but her eyes are full of excitement. She's breathing heavily.

"Sure, just take it slow and gentle," you tell her.

Alicia looks up at the girl with bright eyes. The blonde strokes Alicia's hair a couple of times. Alicia shudders with pleasure as she leans her head towards the stroking hand.

The blonde caresses a hand down Alicia's neck, to where her shirt rests at her collar bone. "What's her name?" She asks.

"Alicia," you tell the blonde, as she opens Alicia's shirt. Alicia's right breast comes fully in to view, and the blonde moves over to stroke Alicia from her neck to her nipple.

"That's a nice girl," the blonde coos. Alicia is moaning softly.

The blonde perks up and smiles at you. "She's certainly a beautiful large breed, isn't she? Slender, but pretty large for a puss. I've got a tiny little kitten at home, she'd look like a mouse next to yours!" she bubbles.

You decide to take a chance. "A kitten, eh?" You reach down between her legs, and gently stroke the inside of her thigh. "Yes, I guess Alicia's a bit bigger than your average cat. Does your kitten have any friends to play with?"

The blonde's hand has frozen on Alicia's shoulder, and face has transformed to an expression of something like amazement. "No, but I'm sure she'd love to play with some friends." She pants slightly. "You sure seem very friendly, mister."

"I try to be approachable," you say warmly as you reach your hand up her skirt. "I'm John, by the way," you say as your hand encounters a pair of panties with a big wet spot. "What's your name?"

"me", the blonde peeps. She shudders and gulps down a deep breath. "Me? I'm... um, I'm Tilly." She pants slightly. "Can I come home with you?"

Alicia is still looking up at Tilly, but her eyes have narrowed slightly. You hear her make something like a low growling noise, a quiet warning.

"Some other time maybe, you say, probing at Tilly's surprisingly wet sex with your fingers. "Maybe your kitten and Alicia can get to know each other some time. I haven't had Alicia very long and I'd like to get to know her better, give her a chance to get comfortable with me. Write down your number for me though and maybe we can set up a kitty play date."

Tilly gulps. "Okay sir," she says. You could swear you feel her panties get much wetter as she says this.

You hand her your phone, and she taps in her phone number. Something makes a buzzing sound in her purse.

"All done," she says. You withdraw your hand from her skirt. "I should go now," she says, "but it's been lovely talking. Thanks for letting me pet Alicia. I love you. I, um, I mean bye!" She hurries away.

You chuckle, and look to Alicia. She's still breathing very deeply, and is looking at you, with mixed passion and assessment.

You shrug at her. "Silly little kitten," you say. "Cute though."

Alicia nods. "Yes. Cute," she agrees. "Impertinent," she adds, judgmentally. "Nice strokes," she concedes.

You stroke her face, gently. She closes her eyes and nuzzles against your hand. She takes a small nip at your hand, licking your finger quickly as she does so. "But for now, you're my one and only pet pussy." She opens her eyes again, and looks at you again with that expression. Almost... calculating, even as she gasps out a sob of pleasure.

"Pet..." she half growls, "... pussy," she adds, shifting her weight on your lap for emphasis.

"Yes, you are," you coo at her, still stroking her cheek.

Alicia looks at you with an unreadable, calculating expression. Eventually she replies: "I told you, you don't own me."

Alicia arches her neck, baring her right shoulder and breast at you. You stroke down from her face to her nipple, and pinch it slightly. She lets out a sharp moan.