“That’s brilliant. After spending the day at sea, I could do with a shower and it will be nice to get some clean clothes on, although I don’t have any money to pay you back.” He apologised.
“It’s alright, you don’t need to, Kitty paid for it all, instead of wages. As it seems you are to be staying with us for a while longer than you expected.” Sarah said whilst giving Tom a knowing smile.
“Oh, you know?”
“Yes, I’m just glad you have returned safely.” The three kittens now looked quizzically at Sarah and Tom. Realising there was more to this exchange than met the eye.
“Er, which one of you lovely ladies is the geneticist?” Tom asked, as he now had more questions than answers.
“I am, Lucy,” Lucy answered, looking a little dumbfounded.
“We need to sit down together sometime and have a talk, as I have some questions.”
This kept all three kittens looking puzzled. Sarah whispered, “I will explain tonight before we come down Kitty’s tonight. I think we may need to celebrate Tom’s heroic rescue tonight.”
“Oh, it’s ok. You don’t need to do anything special. It was nothing.”
“It’s normal here, Tom, when someone helps the community.”
Tom, now having clean clothes available to him, began to feel his skin crawling and in dire need of a shower. “Sorry Ladies, can I make my excuses and go have a shower and change clothes?”
“Please do!” Sarah said laughing as Tom made his way back to Kitty’s pub. Once inside, Kitty was in the bar and rushed over to him, pleased to see him safe, and gave him a hug and a kiss.
“I was so worried when all the other boats returned without you. I was panicking as you came round the headland with Captain Brown safe. You realise that you will be a guest of honour in the bar tonight?”
“That’s scary, but now I need to shower and put some nice new clothes on. Oh, and thanks for the clothes.”
“We didn’t know what you would like, so I told Sarah to buy copies of what you already have. If you fancy anything else, just ask and we will get it. Captain Brown has forbidden me to allocate you any money. So you will have to stay near the village, but don’t worry, we will ensure you have everything you need.”
“Thanks, Kitty, I appreciate that.”
Taking his leave from Kitty, Tom went up to his room, took his boots off and spilt the contents of the bag out onto his bed. He grabbed the clean trousers, a pair of boxers, a T-shirt, clean socks, and his towel, and dashed to the shower. He entered the shared shower room with his arms full of clean clothes. Tom’s night vision allowed him to not worry about immediately switching the light on. He placed his clean clothes where they will stay dry, and the towel within easy reach of the shower.
As Tom pulled off his T-shirt, he caught a sweet smell he should recognise. Then he remembered who the source of the sweet smell was, just at the same time the light switched on and he heard the door lock click. He turned to confirm his assumption. Stood behind him, having locked the door, was the blonde-haired, short, top-heavy, twenty-something human family’s daughter. She was licking her lips, now wearing blood red lipstick, whilst seductively unbuttoning her blouse.
“Hi, you shouldn’t be here,” Tom tried to convince her.
“Hmm, I’ve never met a genuine hero before,” she said, stepping forwards to stroke his chest.
“I’m sorry, but you are a bit young for me.” Tom tried his previously failed defence.
“I’m 22 and you’ve been avoiding me. I think it is more of a case of whether you can handle me?” She said as she squeezed her arms together, exaggerating her breasts. They must be a C or D cup, bursting at her buttons. She coyly smiled at him, continuing to unbutton her blouse.
“But what about your mum, she came back with you back to the pub?”
“She’s my step mum, dad’s second marriage. She’s asleep, having a nap. I told her I was going to walk along the cliffs to watch Dad and little Stevie. So we have time.”
Tom may have made the pretence of denial, just as with Becky, but being once again close to a female mammal anything, he could feel his dick throbbing trying to rise. She was blocking his escape route, so once again the decision was made for him and there could be no backing down now. Her breasts were calling to him for attention and he started wondering what she would look like without her trekking trousers.
She tossed her blouse behind her against the door. Her breasts were bursting out of her lip matching red bra, her short 5 foot 4 height making them look bigger. Her hands went behind her back and her bra went limp. She shrugged her shoulder straps down and her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts sagged a little from their size, but Tom’s eyes popped out of his head. They were the biggest he had seen in a long while, nice small aureoles with pert nipples. He couldn’t resist reaching out his hands to softly knead them in his palms.
“Mmmm, let’s see if you something heroic hidden down there?” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, tugging his trousers down, exposing a one-man tepee tent, with a large central pole. “That is impressive.” As she reached into his boxers and gripped Tom’s manhood in an arm wrestler’s grip. She was not new to this, dropping to her knees she pulled his boxers down. It was now her turn for her eyes to pop out of her head.
“Hmm, admirable for any hero,” she gasped leaning forward to wrap her lips around his rigid pole. “Mmmm. I smell and taste pussy cat, I wondered this morning if you were with the landlady last night. Let’s see how I compare to her?” Then she returned her lips to his shaft to prove her point.
This was no clumsily fuddled licking blow job, her technique confirming her experience. She was sucking like a vacuum cleaner and working her way up and down his throbbing shaft. Her tongue licking and lapping his enclosed member with her hand juggled his balls lightly.
Like with Becky, as he had no deep desire for her, he knew he would have time, so didn’t need to rush. His hands brushed through her hair, encouraging her to engulf deeper onto his tepee shaft. He felt her tonsils, but she gave no reaction, so he upped his tempo, causing her to moan and salivate.
After a while, she broke free, looking up to him, “The boys at Uni would have lost their load by now.”
“Well, you wanted a hero?” Tom encouraged her to stand up as his hands unfastened her trekking trousers and her hands returned to playing with his tepee shaft. As soon as her zip was open, his hand slid down to find her wet and ready for his fingers to slide in to tease her clit.
“Mmmm, don’t neglect the back door?”
Tom’s free hand slipped down her fleshy bum cheeks and her panties at half-mast, to find she was already lubed up and wet.
“Mmm, I do like to be prepared, a lube for all occasions,” she purred.
Soon both her entrances were full with Tom’s fingers and she was trying to stifle her moaning pleasure. Tom leant down to nibble at her pert stiff nipples, while her hips thrust with his fingers, her legs trying to shake free her trousers from her hips.
“Come on superman, fuck me.” She begged, bending over to kick off her trousers and panties, with Tom’s fingers still deep in her. He released her and she stepped back against the tiled wall. She was lovely, her ample boobs overhanging an attractive, slightly plump stomach, her pear shaped waist and hips framed a shaved bonnet. She slipped down the wall, with her knees slightly bent, spreading her legs, with her fingers masturbating herself. She looked at him coyly, and her tongue licked her red lips, inviting him in.