Walking down the street, Sasha tried in vain to keep her tail under control. However, it seemed to have a life of its own today. Her aroused emotional state caused it to flit about restlessly, clicking the ground with every other step and smacking tree trunks and sign posts along the way. With a giggle, she lifted her tail to her left hand and held it firmly, but caressed it softly with her thumb. Looking down, she traced the soft line of leopard-like spots along its length. Her tail was, in Sasha's opinion, rather attractive. The soft down of hair was golden in the sunshine with the spots a light shade of auburn to match the curly locks on her head. When relaxed, it reached the ground and just barely began to curl there. It was flexible and sinuous. Oh, the things she could do with that tail... She was on her way from her last final exam, in biochemistry. Knowing she had aced both the exam and the lab, she was excited to see her boyfriend and let him know his girlfriend was brilliant. Only another year and she would complete her degree in microbiology.
As she walked, Sasha watched the other people's tails swaying to and fro. The man directly in front of her had a rather short tail, only reaching his knees, with long tawny hair. Obviously a business man, he had his tail neatly groomed and carried it down rigidly. The woman to his right was a blond bombshell, strutting about in her high heels and short skirt. Instead of wearing her tail through the hole in the waist of her skirt, as is custom, she let it come out beneath the hem. It snaked up and down her legs as she walked. A father carrying his little boy on his shoulders was walking ahead of Sasha to her left. His long, black tail was reaching up behind him to support his son's bottom to prevent him falling backward. The little boy had his tail wrapped tightly around his father's neck.
Sasha reached her bus stop and sat to wait for the 4D to Bringham. She pulled out her cell phone and quickly texted her boyfriend: on my way home. see you soon. As she hit send, an elderly woman sat down on the bench beside her, bumping her arm. Sasha's phone flew from her hand and hit the ground with a clatter. She reached her tail out and swiped it up quickly, bringing it to her face to inspect it for damage.
"Oh, I'm quite sorry,"the woman crooned, patting Sasha on the thigh with her white frosted tail. "I'm so clumsy."
"That's alright. No harm done."
As they waited for the bus, Sasha planned her evening in her head. She knew her boyfriend would have supper ready for her when she walked in the door. After supper, she thought they might take a walk by the river, get an ice cream cone, and sit on the beach. It had been ages since she'd had the time for leisure. The past several months had been crammed with studying, papers, and presentations. And she couldn't remember the last time her and Eric had made love. Tonight, she would remedy that problem.
The bus pulled up and the group of people that had gathered at the stop filed in the doors. About to take the last seat, Sasha noticed the old lady from earlier shuffling behind her. She offered her the seat, then moved to the back of the bus where she took hold of a hand hold above her head. As the bus wound through the streets, Sasha began daydreaming of what her love making session that evening might involve. Subconsciously, her tail began coiling itself around her right leg, caressing up and down slowly. To a casual onlooker, she might have just been cold. To someone looking more closely, they might have noticed it quivering ever so slightly.
Sasha reached over and pulled the cord when her stop neared. The bus pulled over to the curb and stopped with a soft swish. The side door opened and Sasha wove her way through the other passengers and jumped lightly onto the sidewalk. She hurried down the block, her tail swaying behind her, and turned onto Hill Street. Taking the front steps two at a time, she pushed the door open and eagerly set down her bags. She could hear Eric in the kitchen and could smell the roast and garlic.
"Is that you, babe?"his voice called.
"Sure is,"Sasha called back, reaching down with her tail to pull off her heels. She dropped them on the mat while she pulled off her coat. Walking into the kitchen, she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook it loose over her shoulders.
Eric was at the stove, stirring some delightful smelling concoction in a silver sauce pan. His tail, long and smooth, was reaching out behind him. Sasha walked forward and took his tail with hers, entwining them. She wrapped her arms around his waist and reached up on her tip toes to kiss his earlobe.
"Your brilliant girlfriend has arrived,"she announced.
"And just in time,"Eric said, turning toward her, spoon in hand. "How is the gravy?"
"Fabulous,"she told him, licking her lips and smiling. "Can I set the table?"
