Go inside for tea

"Thank you, tea would be very nice," you say. You follow Ellie into the kitchen and take a seat at the table while she puts a kettle on the stove. "So, how do you like our little town?" you ask.

"It's quiet," Ellie says, leaning back against the counter. "It's beautiful, the air is clean and fresh, and the people are friendly." She gives you a bright smile. "But it is very quiet compared to the big city. No bars, no clubs, just one little pub, and I don't even want to think about what they might have on tap. No place for a lonely girl to find a hook-up." She sighs, her breasts rising and falling within her tight blouse, the barest hint of a nipple showing though the thin material.

Your gaze wanders down her slender body, lingering on her skin-tight leggings, and you wonder if she's dyed her carpet to match the drapes. You picture her, naked, a blue triangle of curly fur between her legs, beads of moisture glistening on her nether lips.

You jump as the kettle begins to whistle, swallowing hard, your mouth suddenly dry.

"Water's hot," she says, walking over to the stove. Your gaze follows the swaying of her hips, the sensual swing of her tail, and as she bends down to the check the fire in the woodstove, you imagine you can see the outline of her pussy through her tight leggings.

Ellie grabs the kettle and fills the teapot, the sweet, fragrant scent of hot tea filling the room. "Would you like sugar or milk? Or honey?"

"Honey sounds good," you say, licking your lips as you imagine plundering her sweet honeypot.

"It's on the counter over there," she says as she pours the tea into two ceramic mugs. "Could you get it?"

You stand up and step toward the counter, realizing too late that your imagination has created a monster hard-on beneath your dress, the thin material tented over your huge cock. Ellie glances at you and sets the teapot down with a thump.

"What the fuck is that?" she asks.