She grabbed Alan's tie and dragged him into the dark room. With hotelier's tie still in her hand, she walked past him, quietly closing the door with her tail and reeled his face close to her. "Share the bed with me tonight, Alan. Please." Without the pause for the answer, Sandy's lips touched his wide-open mouth, followed by the soft nibbling bite of her teeth on his lip, and complimented by the deepest, longest French kiss this male ever received. Alan was captivated by the seductive power this tiny squirrel was holding over him, but it was that kiss that made him surrender, unconditionally.

After their mouth separated, a small drip of saliva disconnected, she looked into his eyes, trying to figure out his stance on the offer. He nodded and scarily touched the fur on her cheeks, while her response was to undo her still water-soaked skirt, letting it fall to her feet. Although the room was dark, there was a little light from the outdoor facade reflectors entering through the window, allowing him to see the outlines of her muscular thighs and calves. In his life he saw plenty of beautiful women, he bedded only a few, but clearly none of them had legs that could compare to these. His heartbeat was racing and the pressure thumping in his head was matched by the one pulsating in his pants.

As she fiddled with his belt, he emboldened himself to remove her blouse, but his shaky fingers were struggling with slippery buttons. She wasn't in a hurry undressing him, it almost looked like she enjoyed looking at his pants sliding down; however they got caught on a arousal formed inside his blue underwear shorts. The exposure of his fondness for her was making him feel vulnerable, but he tried to focus on her instead. And that was an easy task, especially after her blouse fell next to her skirt, revealing her subtle shoulders, womanly hips, barely noticeable small navel, and belly with subtle muscular pattern, both camouflaged by distinctive tan-colored fur. Her chest, although still modestly covered by light, pale colored bra, was not doing a good job covering what was hidden underneath. The shape of her breasts were captivating and Alan could not pull his eyesight away. Sandy noticed that and used this momentary weakness to further undress the upper part of Alan's torso-she grabbed both his hands and guided them underneath the bra. She felt how he jolted, when his somewhat cold hands landed on the fur covering her boobs, but she shook the feeling by paying attention to get rid of hotelier jacket and the tie.

She was halfway through the buttons of his gray shirt when the male hands started to caress her chest in circular motion, her mouth involuntarily released a moan of approval into Alan's ear. He thought it might be time to let go of the fabric, constricting the full move of his hands around her chest. With his left hand still caressing her heaving chest, the right hand fingers effortlessly unhooked the bra and subtly removed it from her shoulders. He tried to look at her breasts, but she shyly covered them with the palms of her hands, looking at her feet. It was his turn to touch her hands, and move them out of the way. Surprisingly, she complied with no resistance, standing still, her hand holding the male shirt. The look on her bare chest was way more rewarding than he had anticipated.

Seeing these small, but firm feminine breasts, decorated by pair of pink pointy nipples, now sticking out, sent wave of fierce arousal through his entire body. He knelt to her, not unlike in a ritual of worshipping a female goddess, and touched her female thighs, slowly moving his hands towards the area still proudly covered by feminine underwear. Alan was going crazy, the beast inside was awaking, telling him to tear the obstacle away and take what he craves, sate the tormenting appetite by biting and devouring the helpless prey, all to himself.

This small female squirrel wouldn't be able to resist, despite the unusual sinewy build. But that's not what she wanted, and she was giving herself to him, gently and smoothly, gracefully and slowly revealing her beauty. Alan was taking his time, even though his blood was boiling, biting his lip. As his fingers reached underneath the elastic rim following the contour of her bottoms, Sandy released another gasp, a little louder than the last one.

The movement of a tossing body in the bed behind them caught their both attentions. Alan noticed that there's a sleeping person in the same room. How could he forget- her brother got to room two hours before she did. The kneeling male looked back at Sandy, with a bit of a frightened look in his eyes, trying to read her face.

She was looking at her brother's forehead, sticking from the pillow, studying it for a second with surprisingly odd cold look, and than she leaned on Alan, as her breasts touched his collarbone, she quietly whispered in Alan's left ear "Don't worry bout'im- He'll be sleepin' til sunrise ".

The male puma pulled out, he was confused and unsure what to think of it. It was pretty unexpected to see from a shy girl this kind of response. She noticed the perplexed look on the face of the tall hotelier, sitting on the carpet only wearing briefs. Alan was locked on her face for a moment, but his eyes started gliding on her half-naked body, revealed that his manly attention remained unchanged. She made her move when she put the thumbs in between her panties and her hips, and with one continuous slow move, she moved them down to her knees, and let the last piece of clothing fall on the carpet, next to the rest of wet clothes.

She stood there bare, with her hands behind her back, seemingly gazing at the clothes, but in fact closely observing his fascination by her underbelly, and his fixated gaze on her loins with a small, untrimmed patch of her pubic hair. Then she started moving towards her bed, and very slowly climbing in the middle, making a nest out of cover and pillows. Alan knew this was a final message of her non-verbal communication with him, and despite the unsettling fact there is another person present in the room, he felt utterly powerless to stop, rendered incapable to leave.

The world around ceased to exist and all that he could think of is to quench the taste the forbidden fruit within his reach. The tall dark male stood up, let the shorts fall off his hips and proceeded towards the bed where the small female squirrel was hurdled, watching his every move with green eyes. He pushed away the bedsheets, laid next to her feet, spread her knees and lifted one of her legs. Sandy started caressing his head hair as it neared her thighs, and the moment his tongue spread the lips of her womanhood, her breathing became labored, chest raising with every inhale she drew.