The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This story features some light "pet play" elements so if you aren't into that you may want to try another story. If you enjoy that concept then I hope you have fun reading it. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.
Sophisticated, cultured, classy, and talented...that was Emily. Back in her university days, she was the total orchestra geek, always reserved, quiet, and introverted. When she wasn't playing her flute, she usually had her nose in a book while drinking a mug of hot tea and stroking her pussy...her pet cat that is.
Now in her mid-20s, Emily had a small apartment in the big city, and a career as the principal flutist in the local symphony orchestra.
That's where Emily and I met.
I was a horn player who sat behind Emily in rehearsals. From the first time we said hello to each other, I knew I wanted to put my dick inside her.
Emily had soft brunette hair that went down past her shoulders, gorgeous blue eyes, and a lovely shy smile. She always dressed conservatively, but even through her modest tops, her breasts looked perky and full. Her rear was curvy but not overly big, and her voice was gentle.
Not to mention...she was a heck of a flutist.
Over the first few weeks of the season, Emily and I would go for coffee after a rehearsal and just chat. She was shy, but she really opened up to me when it was just the two of us. Like most introverted people, she felt more comfortable interacting one-on-one rather than in a large group setting. We had marvelous conversations about art, music, culture, books, travel, and of course, Oliver, her Calico cat that she had at her apartment.
Emily was very intellectual, and a great conversationalist. It was a huge turn on for me to learn that this lovely girl with the shy smile also had a beautiful mind. It made me wonder what it would be like to fuck her. Sometimes, the quiet ones can turn out to be really freaky once you get their clothes off.
One Saturday evening after a performance, Emily and I went out for drinks at a wine bar down the street from the concert hall. It was a very posh place downtown but both Emily and I were wearing concert attire so we fit right in with the upper crust crowd.
I admit, I look great in a formal tuxedo, but Emily was absolutely gorgeous in her long black satin dress and high heels. She positively glittered with elegance, and flashed me a really cute smile when I held her chair for her as she sat down.
As we talked and sipped champagne together, Emily's blue eyes sparkled, totally captivating my attention. Her shy smile and soft voice turned me on so much that my cock was as hard as steel inside my trousers.
We talked for hours, not realizing how much time had passed...and how much wine we had consumed. I had a decent toleration to alcohol, but Emily was getting a little tipsy.
Being the gentleman, I offered to drive Emily back to her place so she didn't have to call a taxi. She accepted gratefully and we headed to her apartment.
During the ride to her place, our conversation got a little more flirty. I loved making Emily giggle. That cute shy smile of hers was so sexy. She even stroked my arm playfully a few times like she was petting her cat.
When we arrived, I went around to Emily's side of the car and gallantly took her hand to help her out of the seat in that lovely dress and heels. Intending to only walk her to her door, Emily put her key in the lock and glanced at me.
"Thanks for taking me home. That was very sweet of you," Emily cocked her head to one side and smiled slyly, "come in for a coffee?"
"Sure," I said following her through the entrance.
Emily tossed her keys into a bowl by the door and set her flute case down on a side table. I caught a glimpse of Oliver the cat as he scurried off to the bedroom upon seeing someone he didn't recognize enter the apartment.
"Make yourself at home," Emily said as she walked into the kitchen area to make the coffee.
As I sat down on her sofa, I glanced around at the décor. Emily had simple but lovely furniture, a very soft couch with lots of pillows, a music stand in the corner, and several shelves full of books.
What caught my attention, however, was the cat motif Emily had all over the apartment. There were cute cat figurines on the shelves, pictures of adorable kittens on the wall, cartoon cats printed on her pillows, and even kittens on her drink coasters.
"Wow, you are really into cats," I said as Emily walked over to me, setting down a tray with two mugs of coffee...mugs that had the word "meow" printed on the side in a script font.
Emily gave me a slightly embarrassed look.
"Sorry, it is a little overboard, isn't it?"
"It's okay," I smiled taking a sip of coffee, "it's cute."
Emily smiled, adding extra milk to her drink and sipping it.
"Well...it's a little more than just me being into cats," she said cautiously, the wine having lowered her inhibitions enough to feel like she could confide in me.
"What do you mean 'more'?" I asked between sips.
"Well..." Emily took another sip and placed her mug back on the tray, "it's a little um...unusual."
"Oh?" My interest was really piqued.
"Mygod, I can't believe I'm telling you this," Emily said putting her hand to her forehead in embarrassment.
"It's okay," I set my mug down and took her hand, "you can tell me."
Emily took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving through her dress.
"Promise you won't freak out?"
"I promise."
"Okay, here goes." Emily braced herself, "I...have a tendency to...get really turned on...by role-playing as a cat."
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.
Emily nodded as if she was at a confessional.
"I've chased away more than one boyfriend by admitting it to them."
I didn't say anything as I took in everything she was telling me.
"Do you think any less of me?" Emily asked with timid eyes.
"No, not at all," I was quick to answer, "it was just something I hadn't expected to hear from you this evening."
Emily breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank goodness! I didn't want to freak you out too. I...really like you."
I reached up and gently caressed her cheek, brushing a lock of her gorgeous silky hair aside.
"I like you too," I admitted, "in truth, knowing this about you is actually kinda hot."
Emily's blue eyes lit up like a schoolgirl who had just found out the boy she liked was into her as well.
I took her hands in mine.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Emily decided to go for all or nothing.
"Well, there...is something...that I need. That is...if you are willing," Emily said nervously, hoping she wouldn't push me over the edge with what she was about to say.
"What's that?" I asked.
