Really

Really. You are going to sit back and enjoy the show. Could you imagine if this happened every night? You put your phone down on the coffee table, your attention fully on your new pet. The wheels of your mind are spinning.

One foot on the floor and the other pointed to the ceiling with her head down near the ground. Given what you've seen so far tonight you expect that her next move will be to bring her legs together again but which will it be? Will she put both legs in the air as a headstand? Will she bring the other leg down to the ground, ready for the next pose to drive you wild?

And what does the little tease do? She grins! And then, still grinning, she starts to move the upper foot. First side to side, and then in a circle and then in a lazy figure eight.

Enough! You place your hand over your manhood on top of your pants. Her grin widens even more. As you adjust yourself, Tibby brings her leg down, bending at the knee, toes still pointed up. It almost looks like her leg is slithering down a pole. At a certain point, she just sweeps her foot down to the ground, beside the other one. She moves her leg so they are wider apart.

From her motions it looks like she is going to stand up, but no, she stops halfway, leaving her back parallel to the floor, her arms stretched beyond her head. Next she brings her leg into a similar position stretched beyond her body. Then she starts to move, bringing her leg out sideways from her body, toes pointed to her arms, which are also now extended out sideways too. Her leg moves behind her again and back. She does this motion a few times before putting that leg down and bringing the other up. This time the leg is further away from you so you don't see as much of her leg. This only gives you more time to focus on her bum as the swinging is controlled from there. This time when the repetitions are done, she moves her leg and her back together so that she is standing straight up, both feet together, arms at her sides. Through the whole movement, she looked as straight as a board.

Well, that's her back. It is clear from this angle that her front has womanly curves up top. You'd like to get your hands on those curves, and a few other curves she has. Her show has stoked the fire of your desire for her.

She does a quarter turn in your direction and then does some side splits, one leg out to each side, aimed for the edges of her mat, her face is towards you. Finally! She's looking at you! You are not going to waste this opportunity and have to wait another eternity until she looks at you again! You raise your right hand, palm up, fingers curled. When you notice her eyes on your moving hand, you extend your first finger and bring it back a couple of times slowly to summon her. You then use both hands to pat your lap slowly. That should leave no doubt of where you want her to be.

Her face lights up with such joy and eagerness. And then there is a new expression, one that issues a challenge. She slowly leans forward, with her hands flat on the floor in front of her, and then she sweeps her legs back until they are straight behind her. Next she moves back until her butt is over her knees and her shoulders are above her hands. Tibby begins to prowl towards you, swaying her hips with every step around the coffee table until she is near enough to you to put her hands on your lap. "Did you enjoy the show?"

You put your near hand on the top of her head and stroke down the back of her head. "Very much so. Would you like to see how much?" Your other hand takes one of hers and puts it over your erection.

"Oh. That should probably be freed to put on a show of its own," she says. Who are you to argue? As her hands move to your waistband and begin to pull down, you lift yourself off the couch a little bit so that Tibby can remove them fully.

Once she has tossed them over her shoulder, her hands move to her waistband. She pushes down her leggings. You don't know if she wore underwear, because even if she did, as the leggings go down further and further, all you can see is her skin. Her fair skin contrasts nicely with the dark clothing. Once she reaches her knees, she lifts them on at a time to get the waistband past them. From here she no longer pushes, but pulls them from her feet.

You ask her if you can have the pleasure of removing her top. When she nods, you pat your lap again. "This show is going to be more interactive. Audience participation is required."

She settles herself on your legs, her knees on either side of your hips. Not that she didn't give you a good show of her cleavage as she crawled over your legs, looking you in the eye. "Oh, really?"

"Really." Your hands move to the bottom of her top, which is conveniently at her waist. You made sure your hands skimmed her hips on their way there. Curve number one. Check. Gathering the fabric in your grasp, you begin moving upwards to her stomach. Curve number two. Check. Once you reached her ribs you slowed down as you approached the next curve and it wasn't just because you thought the top could get caught on her bosom. If anything you suppose it might be your hand that gets caught on her bosom, but you know that's not going to happen right now either. Still, you want to take the time to appreciate the final curve of this journey. It also gives you a good reason to pause as you say, "Arms up," and wait for her compliance.

What you don't expect is that she grabs her shirt from you and raises it over her head herself and tosses it behind her where it lands on your feet. Next she brings her hands back down and removes her sports bra. This toss is only done with one hand and so the bra lands on the floor. You kick the top off your feet towards the floor too. Now both of you are naked.

You put your hands back on her breasts. She puts hers on your legs. You move your hands in circles, cupping each breast from underneath and circling up her cleavage. Once satisfied with that, you run your hands back down her sides, enjoying the feel of her bare curves as you pass. As you do that, she leans forward and puts her hands on your shoulders and then brings them down to your chest. She lingers there until your hands are near her waist and then she begins a descent of her own, running her hands down your sides with a gentle touch. Her hands do not stop at your waist, but instead move inwards and down to where you're waiting to greet her with a bow and a twitch. "Hmm, yes, this show is more interactive."

"You know," you say, "at some point this should stop being a show with audience participation and turn into a sex act with two willing participants."

"I'm willing. You should know that already. I mean, everybody knows that sex with pets is pretty casual, right? If I didn't want to have sex with you at some point, I wouldn't have shown you my price tag at Friendly Pets Inc. (like not on the spot right there! but some time). If I really felt unsafe with you, there were ways to avoid you and they would have protected me from stalkers. I knew you weren't just one of those owners that would get me just to put me to work in a cat house." She shudders as she says that, imagining a nightmare owner. Then she moves her hands to cup your face. "I liked you. The way you came down to my level to talk to me. The way you asked instead of demanded, like you cared about what I think. Your cute grin and that nose and those eyes! Yesterday I sat closer and closer to you and I unbuttoned buttons. I even took off a layer of clothing! And you were just so...so...chivalrous! Even tonight. I mean I really do exercise a lot, don't get me wrong. Tonight you could have been a beast and attacked me any one of a dozen different times, and yet you didn't. My chivalrous knight, Sir John. So yes, I was very willing when your finger motioned for me to come hither."

"Wow. I already told you why I was drawn to you, but I'll also add that your cute nose is super adorable no matter what colour it is. And your eyes are gorgeous. I thought it would take longer to earn your trust. You were right, that is important to me. I never want to **** myself onto you. I motioned you over because I really wanted to get my hands on your curves. But as much as I have enjoyed tonight, I think it's time for the show to end. Sir John needs your attention."

She starts stroking your face with her hands. "Then Sir John shall have it." With that, she leans in and starts to kiss you. Then she shifts until her body is lined up with yours, touching all the way down past your waist.

When the kiss ends you say, "Really?"

"Really." And she really did.