Tuesday night again and she kept her promise. It was about twenty minutes before the curtain call when I saw her come in the double-doors. She didn't walk through them; she flooded into the foyer. Her coat was as magnificent as she had said. The long, light-coloured lynx fur swayed as she waved her arm at a group of friends near the staircase. She was quite sociable, making her way through the crowd with kisses on cheeks here and there.
As I watched her hug a male friend of hers I wished it were me within her grasp. Her oversized coat appeared to gobble up her acquaintance when she wrapped her arms around him, and as his fingers explored the deep, yielding fur I half-expected him to disappear forever within the lush pelts, devoured like he had stumbled forward into the maw of a huge, fluffy beast that was going about the lobby happily and eagerly sucking people off their feet and into its supple belly.
I looked away and saw that my girlfriend was already staring at me from behind the concession counter. Her eyes bulged and she mouthed 'Oh my God!' My eyes went from her to the woman in the lynx belly coat and back to her again. She winked at me. I couldn't wait to hang up that gorgeous sheath of fur.
With only about ten minutes to go until the final curtain call there was a mad rush of people throwing their coats, jackets, and hats across my counter, and space on the racks was becoming scarce. After hanging up a few trench coats at the back of the cloak room, I turned the corner and found myself staring at my ticket counter and at the luscious fur that had been sweeping through the foyer a few minutes earlier.
"Looks like you might be tight for space back there," the woman said, resting her head on her hands as she leaned on the counter. "Do you think you will be able to squeeze this in there or should I take it with me to my seat?" She smiled as she rubbed the sleeves of her coat, emphasizing just how bulky it really was.
"I have a special place reserved for larger items," I said, trying to be as casual as she was. "You have nothing to worry about."
She slipped off the massive fur and pushed it across the counter towards me. "I'm sure you'll be able to find just the right spot for it." She looked towards the back of the cloak room as I tore off her receipt from the spool of vouchers. "Oh look," she said, "it's my favourite mirror." And with that she grabbed her claim ticket, spun around and headed for the last of the open entrances to the theatre. I was still standing behind my counter holding onto the exquisite coat, kneading it as the door closed behind her.
I stared at the colossal fur that was gathered in my arms. It seemed shapeless, as if it were just a mass of fur that was spilling over my arms like caramel-coloured taffy. I found the centre of the collar and held up the coat so it would not drag along the floor on its way to the back of the coat check. When I walked the fur bounced and the soft, plush hairs puffed through the open spaces in the front of my shirt. I wanted nothing more than to take it around the corner, drop my pants and bunch up this glorious coat around my penis and stroke myself wildly.
"I've come to collect my coat," a voice called from my counter. I heard the partition raise and lower and looked around the corner to see my girlfriend skipping down the short hallway to the back of the cloak room. She headed right for the lynx coat.
"I forgot my ticket but I think I might be able to convince you to give it to me." She pushed me into the corner, put one hand behind my neck, pressed the other into my crotch, and kissed me deeply. "I'll prove it's my coat, sweetness. I'll put it on and you'll see just how perfectly it fits me. It'll be like Cinderella and the glass slipper, except I won't act like a princess."
She pulled the coat off its hanger and put it on. It was enormous on her. When she flipped the collar up the fur went above her ears and just barely left her mouth and eyes visible.
"It feels like there's room for both of us in here," she said, running her hands up and down the front of the coat. "Do you want to climb in here with me?," she asked walking slowly towards me. "Maybe I could just carry you around in one of my pockets. I could stuff one of the sleeves in there and you could hump my fabulously furry wrist all day."
"It would be like a fetish version of Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, although I doubt any men would be running away from me. I could walk through town picking little men off the street and drop them into the folds of my coat." She waved her arms through the air and growled like she was pretending to be a monster from a B movie.
"You know, if I were fifty feet tall then the fur on this coat would be about three feet thick." She gathered up the cuffs of the thick fur and plunged them into the pockets, cooing as she did so. "How quickly do you think three feet of lynx fur could drain you of all your cum, lover?"
She pressed up against me and I fondled the immense coat, my hands twitching as they danced over the fur. "Pretty quickly," I said as I groped the lavish coat. I was so enthralled by the thick, opulent hair flowing around me that I didn't notice that she had pulled her hands out of the pockets and was unfolding a small piece of paper.
"Are you handwriting your claim tickets these days?," she asked as she smoothed out the paper between her fingers.
"No," I said, and as I saw that she was reading what was on the cream-coloured piece of paper I tried to grab it from her. "Give me that! That's not yours. What if it's personal?"
She turned her torso and pushed her fluffy shoulder into my chest and as she finished reading she folded the paper in half and handed it to me.
"It's personal, my sweet. Very personal."
I hadn't even begun reading and she was already kneeling before me. My pants dropped to the floor, the sleeves of the coat stuffed up the legs of my boxers. The blond fur flooded all around my cock, and her thumbs were lightly stroking my foreskin. I gasped and felt the blood rush to my face.
"Read it to me."
"Wh-what?," I stammered.
I looked down to see her staring up at me, the enormous collar and shoulders of the magnificent lynx were puckered around her face. It was like an immense furry mouth had sucked her in and then let her head breach its lips while rolling her body over its tongue. Her hands were moving slowly and methodically under the grey cotton of my boxers; the movement of the fur never stopped, and to watch the shifting of the bulky sleeves in my underwear was just as arousing as the sensation of the plush pelts that tickled my smooth, taut flesh.
"Read the note to me." Her fingers were wrapped around my cock and had begun to lightly jerk me off. "I want to make sure that I understood what it said."
I looked at the note and read it aloud.