The inside of the club was about what I expected. Where the floor wasn't brown, easy to vacuum carpet it was pale linoleum sticky with spilled beer and more scuff marks than a race track. It smelled of cigarettes, stale booze and unwashed bodies.

Not exactly what I would have picked for a first date. Even if I was pretty sure this was just another Sparks hookup.

When the hot cougar had messaged me to meet at this dive I had had to double checked just to make sure I was reading it right. Every other app based "date" I'd been on had me going to fashionable night clubs, trendy cafes or, once, A wine and painting night. That had been fun; turns out watercolours aren't the only thing I can paint a face with.

"What'll be darl?" Said the woman at the bar.

She was an AnimalKin, about half the folks in the bar were; the rest were human like me.
She was CowKin to be exact; large floppy ears emerged from her dark hair that was tied back to show a bovine snout of weather beaten tan fur shot through with flecks of gray. Her large, hazel eyes looked bored, at odds with the artificially cheerful customer service smile that showed nicotine stained teeth.

"Jack and Coke." I said, smiling back politely and taking a moment to look around for the woman I was supposed to meet. If she looked even nearly as good as she had in photos she should have been easy to spot.

"Here ya' go." Said the barkeeper, making me turn around. "Looking for someone are ya'?"

"Just looking for a good time." I replied, tipping my drink at her.

"But maybe not a long one." Purred a husky voice behind me.

I turned and saw an AnimalKin woman smiling at me. Unlike most Sparks dates I'd had she looked even better in person.

She smelled of rich perfume, not the cloying , sickly sweet type but something smoother and more decadent. She was definitely the nicest smelling thing in a dive bar like this; the best looking too.

She was a Cougar, in every sense of the word. Tall and thin but with the sort of curves that a woman has. The kind of body that gets you cast as the hot mom in a sitcom or plastered on posters of how to look good after 30. I knew plenty of men who preferred their women younger or more petite.

They were all wrong

This was perfection.

Dark black hair fell down her shoulders in loose curls and framed the lines of her feline face. She had fur the colour of beach sand they used for cruise liner advertisements. Her pale blue eyes looked out at me from kohl lined hollows in her face. The wide curve of her hips, the way her grey jeans shaped her thighs and vanished into her long black boots, they all contributed to her beauty.

It took a supreme piece of effort on my part to tear my eyes away from the deep cut neckline of her thin, red blouse. She had the sort of cleavage that meant you forgot your own name as you looked at it.

She was perfect and she knew it.

"You just going to stare or do I have to buy my own drink?"

"Right. Sorry. Yes. What would you like?" I stammered, vainly hoping my embarrassment didn't show.

“Whiskey, something a little younger than me, please."

"Really? Another young one? When will you choose the least boring one like the rest of us?" At first I was confused, thinking the barmaid was talking to me. Then I saw her looking at the Cougar.

"Why settle when I can have all this fun?" She smiled and walked away, taking a seat in a secluded corner of the bar.

I ordered her drink and paid the bartender who looked at me with a pitying smile. I followed the woman over to the table and sat down across from her. Up close her rich perfume and the heat from her body made my head spin more than the booze ever could.

"You look just as good as in person,' I said as we sat, "I'm-

She stopped me with a finger on my lips and a smile. "No Names, they're not important."

I smiled back and sat down. The warmth of her finger on my lips lingered and it was all I could do to not lick my lips and savour the taste. Sometimes it's best to be patients.

We chatted for a few minutes over our drinks; the usual small talk from dates like these.Interests, alcohol, the usual.. Nothing important, not when the two of us knew why we were really there. Sparks was a hookup app, not a dating one.

I kept imagining what she would look like without those clothes on. I wanted to know if her fur was the same colour all over her; Deep in her cleavage I could see her sandy fur fade to a pale white on her beast. I wondered how large those breasts were when they weren't trapped behind a jacket and a blouse. How would we fuck? She seemed like the type to like control; she had picked the brand made me buy her a drink. Would she be on top, milking me with every thrust of her hips? Or was she one of those women who liked to act all strong but get them into bed...

"Are you going to keep staring at my tits or will you finish that drink and do something about it?"

I snapped out of my imagination, a little embarrassed. Hey, could she really blame me though? I smiled and downed the rest of my drink in one go, The rough booze burning as it went down. I smiled and held up the empty glass.

"And what about you?" I asked, nodding toward her still half full glass of whiskey.

"Not a chance, I prefer to be slow with things I enjoy." Another smirk. Lord help me this woman was too much.

“Here, follow me." She said and stood up, still carrying her glass. She walked away before I could say anything in response, hips swaying as she walked, long tan tail swishing along behind her.

I practically launched myself out of my chair and followed after. I wasn't sure where she was going, just striding across the dirty carpet floor like she owned the place. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the CowKin behind the bar shake her head.

I followed her out of the main room for the bar and into a small hallway that had two small bathrooms behind dirty, wooden doors scrawled with graffiti. She leaned on one and nudged it open, taking a slow sip from her glass and looking directly into me. Have I ever said how badly I wanted to be a glass?

I caught up to her and leaned against the now open door, one arm above her shoulder and leant in for a kiss.

I was an inch away from her lips, close enough to feel her breath on my face. She stopped me cold, arms locked tight to my chest. She pushed me away with a smile and low growl.

"Not yet." She said and pushed me into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

It was small inside, the black tiles as dirty as the rest of the floor. Green tiled walls older than I am were covered in faded and ripped posters. A white toilet with a cheap, stained plastic seat sat in one corner and a cracked sink in the other. Not exactly the most romantic place but with how this woman had me feeling I was far beyond caring.

"Now you can kiss me." She smiled.

I leapt at the chance, pulling her body into my arms. I kissed her with all the hunger inside me I felt. My intense desire to fuck this vision of womanhood raging through me like a an electrical surge. She tasted of Rye and the burn of alcohol. Her fur on my face felt like burying myself in a soft blanket, filling my senses with her smell and the warmth of her body.

I pushed her against the wall, hands sliding under her jacket, onto her waist and one tracing its curve up to her breast. Her tongue darted into my mouth, licking my lips like she was savoring a meal. I felt more than heard a purr in her throat. I took that as a sign and put my hand on one of her breasts.

I could faintly feel a few bits of thin fabric beneath her blouses. She was wearing a bra but whatever it looked like there wasn't much to it. Between the fabric I could feel her nipple, it was stiff and pert so it moved beneath my fingers.

I squeezed, closing my fingers around her. Fingertips sunk in soft fur and softer flesh. She purred against and wrapped one of her arms across my neck, pulling me in so tight I had to break the kiss. My lips found the fine fur of her neck and I kissed as I rubbed her breasts.

"Stop." She whispered.

Her Hand grabbed the crotch of my jeans and squeezed with enough force I grew a little worried that this was the start of me waking up in a tub full of ice and missing a few pieces.

"Whoa, hold on there. I'm not too sure if-" She put a long finger to my lips with her other hand and stopped me.

"I said stop because good boys need to earn their rewards first."

Oh.

Oh.

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" I asked. I knew I had agreed to see her for a reason.

"By being a good little boy for mommy and doing exactly what I tell you." Her smile then was so wicked it would have made the devil jealous.

I nodded and stood back, hands down my side. I was a marionette, ready to do whatever this beautiful woman wanted me to do when she pulled my strings. This was why I went for someone older, they know what they want and they know how to get it.

"Now show me your cock and maybe you can see more of Mommy too."

I did as I was told. My hands trembled with excitement as I undid my trousers and pulled out my cock. I was already hard, of course, how couldn't I be? The Cougar smiled as I showed myself off to her, her long, black fingernails tracing the thick vein on my shaft.

She smiled and put an arm around my neck, her grey-green eyes inches from mine and I felt her short whiskers brushing against my cheek as she leant in. Her other hand wrapped fully around my cock, the warm pads of her hands felt better than my own hand as she slowly started to move.

"That's a good boy." Her purr rocked through me like a train, shaking through my chest. I moaned a little, unable to stop myself. She kissed me then, biting my lip ever so gently with her sharp, feline teeth. Her hand kept moving, gently stroking me up and down.

I moaned again, pleasure building in me. I reached my arms around her, hands sliding across her jeans to the base of her long amber tail. I wrapped my fingers around it, enjoying the soft feeling of her fur as she stroked me. I squeezed it softly, digging my fingertips in and gently massaging her tail.

She purred with even more intensity than before, nuzzling her snout into my neck so that her purr sent my head spinning like I'd just downed a bottle of something. Her breath against my neck was hot with a heady mix of promises and lust. I pushed my hips against her hand and she sped up, stroking me so quickly that I was starting to worry this might all be over a little too quickly.

"Do you like Mommy's tail?" She asked, I felt a warm wetness along my neck as she licked me.

"Yes." I moaned. What she was doing to my cock made any sh a little too hard,

"Then you'll love this now kneel down. ON your knees little boy." She said and all of a sudden the feeling of fingers on my cock was gone. Before I could say anything she spun around, facing away from me. I reached out to pull her back but as soon as my hand touched her waist she slapped it away. "Kneel"

I dropped to my knees on the dirty floor without any conscious thought. A tiny voice in my head wanted to stop there. Kneeling in a public bathroom didn't exactly sound sanitary.

Then the tip of her tail brushed my cock and I stopped caring about anything else.

I watched, amazed and aroused as her long amber tail wrapped partially around my cock. The black and white tip curled just enough to cup my member in its soft fur. It felt good but I wasn't too sure how it could feel better than her soft hands.

Then she started to move her tail.

It was unlike anything else I'd ever experience. Soft, velvety fur stroking my cock. Each up and down movement, a different type of pleasure. She watched me from over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with the joy of a predator on the hunt, savoring the moment before she finally sank her teeth in and had a taste.

"Oh that's good." I moaned, leaning back on my elbows, thrusting my hips with every stroke of her sublime tail. I could feel the edge coming, the point of no return where it would be too good and I'd cum all over her perfect tail.

I didn't care, I wanted that release more than anything. It was too good to say stop now.

"Not yet, boy." Abruptly she pulled her tail away, leaving me shaking on my arms on the floor. It took a long moment for sense to come back to me, surging over the mix of ecstasy and disappointment at being denied.

"If you're going to cum then mommy wants something too." She purred, bending down to help me up and providing me a wonderful view straight down her shirt.

"Anything, just ask." I breathed. I meant it too, if she wanted to milk me onto the bar in front of everyone I would have run out and taken my place like a good boy. Anything that would mean I'd get to cum for this woman

She smiled and pulled her blouse down by the neckline. She was wearing a bra sort of, it was no more than a series of thin black straps that stood out against the pale white patch of fur on her chest. A strap on either side of them framed her plump, dark nipples perfectly. They were both as hard as I was.

I nodded to the unspoken question and leant in, taking one of her breasts in my mouth. I sucked in as much of her breast as I could, licking her nipple. It was different to other women I'd done this to, they had all been human. Their breasts had been sweet sweat and smooth skin. She even smelled different, where a human woman would smell off skincare products and perfume she smelled of fruity shampoo and clean fur.

The Cougar's breast was nothing like that. Her pale white fur was so fine it was down. Soft and smooth like the velvet feel of her tail. Her nipple was covered in an even finer, darker fur that brushed against my tongue like feathers. She moaned, pulling my head in one hand and the other grabbed my cock again.

"That's it. Don't stop and I won't." She purred into my ear. I shifted enough that I could look up. Her head was tilted back, eyes half closed so I could just see a sliver of her pupils as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Her plump lips were open, thin lines of drool connecting them in a way that turned me on even so much my cock ached with the desire to release.

I rocked my hips with the movement of her hand. I grabbed her other breast, rubbing and pinching her nipple between my fingers. Her fingers twined through my hair and pulled me off her breasts. I barely had time to breathe before she yanked me to the side and I plunged into her other breast. I started sucking harder than I had before, pushing my face deeper into her with every suck. My tongue was starting to hurt, I was licking her so roughly.

Her hand kept pumping, sliding up and down my cock as I moved with her. I felt the edge coming, the pressure build up in my cock getting set to explode. I moaned around her breasts and tried to pull back but she held me there, her own hips moving away. She stopped her hand and Squeezed, almost painfully.

Then she spoke.

“Be a good boy and cum for me. Give me a taste." She whispered breathlessly into my ear.

I moaned, squirming in her hand and rocking my hips, fucking her hand. The taste of her breasts filled my mouth, her nipple gently held between my teeth as I licked its soft tip. She moaned, her tail moving and wrapping around my shin.

She moved her hand again, in tandem with my hips. Sliding her fingers all the way from the base of cock to the tip. It felt so good. I couldn't take this much longer, it was too good. It was...

I rocked into her hand as I came, pumping with each pump of my cum onto her hands. I shook, half falling into her breasts, still sucking at them, her taste more important than air. My cock and her hand felt warm and slippery and with one final thrust I came my last.

"That's my good boy." Her voice was a honey purr in my ear. Hot breath on my skin made my head spin as I fully pulled my mouth off her and sagged into her shoulder.

"That's quite a lot, you must have been so backed up." She said, holding up her hand. Drops of cum dangled from her pink palm or formed thin ropes between her fingers. "This is exactly what mommy wanted."

She brought her hand to her lips, kissing her palm; as she pulled back a thin line of my cum went with her. I felt like I could almost cum again as her tongue slowly circled her lips, wiping it away. She moaned with pleasure, like she had just had a good whiskey. She fastidiously cleaned her hand off with her tongue, tongue licking up every last drop of my cum from between her fingers.

“Mmm, not bad, boy. I think I might see you again." I was still half out of it, sagged on the floor, cock slowly wilting as she knelt down and took my phone from my pocket.

She fiddled with it for a moment, tapping something into the screen. When she was done she didn't speak, just smiled and leaned over me, giving me one last look at her perfect breasts before she put the phone on my chest and fixed her blouse.

"Call me again some time and maybe Mommy can give you an even better reward."

She winked and left the bathroom with a final alluring swish of her tail. I sat on the floor, legs shaking but too full of that post orgasm relaxation to do anything except smile. She was going to be fun.