To meet a stranger
by Jerrit



	I was just walking along... minding my own business, going to the post office to check 
my mail, when I felt a rather unnerving feeling.  I dismissed it and walked on, not thinking 
about it.  A little while on as I was almost to the post office, I felt it again.  Turning 
around I saw a canine walking behind me about 20 feet behind in a trench coat.  I thought 
nothing of it and went to the post office and checked my box... nothing but bills as usual.  
I noticed that the canine also came in and checked his box as I left.  I decided to go home... 
not having anything else to do at the moment.  It took about fifteen minutes to get home... the 
streets weren't all that crowded and it was a nice day for a walk, so I didn't get a cab.  
After taking the elevator up to my room, I unlocked my door and took off my shirt, throwing it 
in a corner and flopping onto my couch, clicking on the television.  I idly scratched my chest 
and belly while surfing through the channels... the shirt had made my fur feel itchy.  I was 
just about to consider taking a nap when I heard a knock on my door.  Wondering if it was my 
friend Keith I opened the door, revealing it was no one I knew.  It was the canine I had seen 
earlier.  He was a white sort, with grey on his sides and a nice muzzle, striped with light 
grey.  His ears were a very nice color, also light, but more grey.  His tail was rather thick 
and it hung down limply, the underside very light and the back colored dark.  He had the look 
of a siberian husky mix... and overall he looked quite nice, not big, but not small.
"Is your name Jacob?" He asked in a light tone.
"Yes, that's me.  Can I help you?"
"No.  I have something for you." He replied, pulling a package out of his coat.  It was 
unmarked and wrapped in plain craft paper, tied with twine.  I took the package and looked it 
over, standing in my doorway with no shirt.  As I looked it over, I noticed out of the corner of 
my eye the canine was looking me over as well.  I smiled inwardly and looked up at him.  He 
smiled at me.
"It's not a bomb... but I don't know exactly what it is, either.  I'm a personal messenger, and 
I'm sorry if it looked like I was stalking you."
"Oh, no problem.  Thanks."
He nodded and turned, walking away, but not without catching another glance at me.  I giggled a 
little and walked back inside.  I don't know why people like foxes so much.  Maybe it's the 
tail, maybe it's the coloring of the fur... maybe everything.  I went back inside and closed 
the door.

I sat back on the couch and turned off the T.V., there was nothing on anyway.  I looked at the 
package and wondered... a few seconds later I was opening it.  Inside there was a letter, a map 
and a keycard.  I looked each of them over before looking at the letter.  It was handwritten in 
exceptionally nice ink, with a very neat style.  It read... 

"Hello Jacob.  You do not know me, but you need not fear.  I only wish to meet with you later 
today, nothing more.  Please follow the map to the Bridges Island hotel, downtown.  Room 126.  
I do not wish anything but a conversation.  If you do not feel at ease, bring a friend, I will 
understand.  Please be there at 6:00 P.M. and keep in mind I may be a little late.  If you do 
not wish to meet with me, that is also fine, and I will understand.  
Sincerely yours, 
Todd Northington.

I was completely stunned.  I've never had anything like this happen to me before.  This mystery 
was quite puzzling... and I wondered if I should even consider meeting this person.  He said it 
would be fine if I didn't... but the mystery of it all kept me thinking about it.  I grabbed the 
phone book and tried to look him up, but of course his name was not listed.  This all had me in 
quite a spin.  Who was this person?  How did they know me?  I had no idea if I should even 
consider meeting this person, but they did seem to be courteous... and they said they only 
wanted to talk... and I could bring a friend to ensure my safety.  I sat and thought about this 
for almost an hour before deciding that I should go and see this person later... and I'd see if 
Keith could go with me.  I grabbed the phone and dialed Keith up.  I got his machine and 
immediately hung up.  I hate talking to machines.  I decided to see if he was even around and 
grabbed a shirt with a band logo on it and put it on, then locked my door.  I took the elevator 
down and headed out. Keith lived a considerable distance away, and it'd take awhile to get 
there... so I got a taxi.  It took the usual slow time to get there, and of course I had to pay 
and outrageous fee for the taxi, but I got there in decent time and knocked on his door.  No 
one answered and I assumed he would be out anyway... nothing happens saturday unless you make 
it happen.  I shrugged and walked home... not wanting to spend more money on a slow driver.  I 
made my way back to the main part of the city at around 5:00... and if I was to be ready for 
this meeting I'd need to get ready.  The Bridges Island hotel wasn't a cheap place, but it 
wasn't all too expensive either.  All in all it is a very respectable place that has a very 
fancy look about it, and I decided to wear something nice for it.  I jumped in the shower and 
got cleaned up, brushing my fur extra and wearing a dress shirt and some pants, I grabbed my 
coat and hat and headed out.  I decided skipping eating anything... I wanted to make sure I was 
on-time.  On my way out I grabbed my keys and the keycard.  I left the map and letter, as I 
knew my way to the hotel.  It took me about twenty minutes to walk there and I got there with a 
few minutes to spare.  I was greeted by a clerk and I explained that I was to meet someone here.  
He explained the room I was looking for was on the fifth floor after looking at my keycard.  I 
thanked him and took the elevator up, pressing for the fifth floor.  I had no trouble finding 
my room, and the card worked, letting me in. There was nothing very special about the room, 
except for the usual fanciness of the hotel.
The room was quite spacious, with a single, large bed and an oak stand with an equally 
oak-rimmed mirror.  The door to the bathroom was near the hall door, and the television was 
next to a low set dresser.  The room was comfortable and nicely lit, and all in all there was 
nothing unusual about it.  No one was here, but he said that he might be late.  I found on the 
stand a note and a plate with cookies and fruit on it.  The note read...

"I am sorry, but I will be about an hour late.  I cannot avoid it and I apologise.  Feel free 
to have something to eat and get comfortable.  If you are reading this, I appreciate your trust 
in me, who you do not know.  I will be there as soon as I can to explain.
Sincerely,"

Todd Northington.

This person seemed to be friendly at least, and I hadn't had anything to eat yet, so I sat down 
on the bed. grabbed an apple, and turned on the T.V.  Of course they had better stations, and I 
was able to find a music channel, and so I waited.  I had settled in and was laying down on the 
bed when I heard a noise outside the room.  I looked at the clock and noted it was about three 
minutes past 7:00.  I sat up and turned the T.V. down, looking toward the door.  In walked a 
person about my height and build, but I was not able to see much more of him because of his 
coat.  When he turned around I was able to see his face.  He was a handsome sort, a white fox, 
but he did not have the look of an arctic.  He saw me and smiled, taking his coat off and 
setting his briefcase down he came into the room and sat down in a chair in the corner.
"Your name is Jacob?"
"Yes, and you are Todd?"
"Yes, that's my name.  I apologise for being late, but I was held late for a business deal 
downtown.  By now I am guessing that you have all sorts of questions, and I want to assure 
you I have nothing intended except to talk.  I apologise also for this kind of introduction, 
but they are not my area of expertise.  I would like to answer any questions you have, if 
immediate."
"Well, I'm wondering how you know me, and why you wanted to see me."
"Well, to answer those questions, I will have to come out and say right now that I like you.  I 
know you from your job at the social services building downtown, and I have sent a few people I 
have hired to you for your expertise... but that is not of importance.  I have seen you work 
and know that your attitude is a friendly one.  Now, I really do apologise, but what I'm trying 
to get at is that I'd like to know you better.  I never really did know how to meet with 
someone and strike up a conversation.  I have worked so long in business I've forgotten how... 
and arranging a meeting was the only thing I could think of.  Does this clear any of your 
questions up?"
"Well, yes it does.  I really don't know what to say.  You just want to get to know me?  No 
trying to sell me something or... anything... you just want to know me?"
"Well, I could try to sell you something if you wanted." He smiled at me and I laughed.
"If you don't mind,  have a question about you.  It's your fur, you don't look like an arctic 
fox, but it is white."
"Oh yes, I get asked a lot about it, don't worry.  I won't go into specifics, but I will tell 
you that my family is of red fox breed, but I was born albino... and only my fur.  My eyes did 
not take on the usual changes an albino does, which the doctors could not understand.  I am 
naturally white."
"Oh, well..." He cut me off.
"There's no need to say anything about it.. I am how I am, and it doesn't bother me.  You can't 
believe how many people say they are sorry when I tell them.  I see no need to be sorry about 
it.  When they use it in that context, it is an empty comment.  May I ask you a question?"
"By all means."
"Would you like to leave?  This isn't exactly the best place to do anything but talk... but as 
I said, I couldn't think of another way to meet with you.  My main fear was that I would not 
have anything to say and you would not want to talk with me..."  He looked troubled at this and 
I could tell he didn't want to mess up.
"Please, stop appologising.  I understand what you are saying... many people have the same 
problem and overcome it in different ways.  You just chose a rather unusual way, but it worked.  
Here we are talking, and I am enjoying myself." I smiled at him and his mood seemed to lighten 
as he smiled back. "As for your original question, I would like to leave.  Do you have anywhere 
you'd like to go?"
"Well, that's why I chose here.  I really have never been anywhere before, and I was hoping 
you'd know a place where we could go.  I do appol... er, sorry...oops!" He said, smiling a 
little.
"It's ok." I giggled. "Would you like to go out for something to eat, or a club?"
"Well, I could go for something to eat.  I actually skipped dinner so I wouldn't be any more 
late meeting you."
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that!  Let's go then." I said standing.
"If I could, I need to use the phone for a minute."
"Sure."
He went around to the stand and picked up the phone, dialing in and speaking with someone.  
Only now I noticed his tail.  It was a very white color, fluffy and VERY well groomed.  By now 
I had to guess he made quite a lot of money, and therefore gave up a social life for his job.  
Some people are like that.  He finished talking rather quickly and put down the phone.
"That was my secretary, I had to tell her to clear everything until tomorrow afternoon."
"Do you mind me asking what you do?"
"Oh, yes.  I run Orange Leaf shipping... have you heard of it?"
"Yes, actually.  Isn't that a nationwide company, though?"
"Yes, it is.  I run this state's branches.  Unfortunately it is a very demanding job.  Anyway, 
I now have plenty of time, and I would very like to forget about work now, and have fun.  The 
room is fully paid for, so we can just turn our cards in."
"Ok, then let's go."
We went down the hall to the elevator and went down to the lobby.  We turned our cards in and 
walked out.  I asked if a restaurant would be ok since were already dressed and he said it was 
fine, so we went to the Peppermill, a nice place with very good food, if not just as expensive.  
I'd only been there a few times, but I liked it.  We walked there over the course of half an hour, 
all the while learning more about each other in conversation.  I started to see that business 
like shell he had start to loosen up as we got there.  All in all he was a very likeable person.  
When we got there we were able to be seated within a few minutes and were given a nice booth near 
the bar, about in the middle of the restaurant.  We earned a few looks walking in, but I 
dismissed it.  I don't think I will ever know why people look at me... but maybe they were 
looking at Todd and his fur.  If so, it was rather rude.  We took off our coats and were seated. 

We ordered drinks and a few appetizers to start.  After the waitress left he smiled at me.
"This is a nice place, thanks for bringing me here."
"It's no problem.  The only problem is it's a little expensive, but I figured it'd be worth it 
for a new friend."
"Don't you even think about paying for this.  I make more money than I know what to do with, 
and you trust in me is payment enough."
"Well, thank you Todd."
Over dinner I learned he was about 7 years older than I, which put him at about 35.  When we 
ordered our food, Todd ordered a thick steak, with a salad and fries, and a glass of rootbeer.  
He explained that having wine with a fancy meal was over-rated and didn't like it much, anyway.  
I ordered a swordfish steak and a plate of fries, and a salad for myself as well, finishing it 
off with a vanilla shake.  Dinner passed quickly, and we talked a lot about ourselves and 
family, our jobs some and our likes and dislikes.  As it turned out, Todd likes a lot of modern 
music, especially rock.  After he forgot about business and loosened up, he was a great guy, 
friendly and funny.  When we were done it was about 9:00 and the waiter came over to give us 
the bill.  Again we got a look, and I shrugged... then decided to see of Todd could figure it 
out as he opened his wallet, pulling out a few bills.  
"Todd... I've noticed that a lot of people are looking at me and you, and earlier the messenger 
who gave me your note looked at me, and it just seems that I just keep getting attention.  Do 
you know what's going on?"
"Well, usually I get looks for my fur, but for you it's different.  When I first saw you, I 
wanted to know you because you looked so good.  When I found out you were not married, or you 
were going with someone, I was amazed.  I couldn't believe you weren't seeing anyone, someone 
who looked so good.  That's why I wanted to meet with you, I wanted to know you.  Sorry if I 
seem straight forward, but there's`no real way tp tiptoe around it, but now you know."
"I appreciate your openness, but I'm at a loss of words.  What is it about me?  I've always seen 
myself as normal."
"Well, you are normal, but you look very good.  You have a very pretty face, and your muzzle is 
colored perfectly, your paws are delicate and yet strong, your tail is just so.. stunning in the 
right light, such a shade of red and white.  All in all, you are a normal red fox, but made with 
the best coloring and build I have ever seen, and I think it's that which earns you attention."
I was blushing, and he could see it in my ears, because he was smiling. We got up and Todd paid 
for the dinner, leaving a large tip for the waiter.  We left and started to walk, not really 
going anywhere.
"I'm sorry if I embarassed you, but you did ask." He said.
"It's ok... it's just I didn't know... I wasn't expecting that kind of answer."
"...And I haven't scared you at all?  You do not have a problem knowing I like how you look?"
"Not at all.  I must say, your fur and overall appearence is very nice, too.  I just don't 
think I could match your description of me."
We both laughed and continued walking, our conversation turning to music.  We walked through 
town for quite awhile, not really going anywhere, when we noticed it was gettin to be quite 
late. Todd offered for me to go to his place so he could show me around, and I agreed, not 
wanting to show him my rather messy, traditional bachelor apartment.  He lived quite a ways out 
of town, and we would want a taxi, so we hailed one with a wolf driver.  Todd gave him 
directions and we were off.  He drove rather fast for a taxi driver, but not dangerous.  He was 
rather friendly and looked back at us every now and then, and we three started a conversation 
about how bad most cab drivers were.  Our driver agreed with us and believed you should get your 
customer where we wants to go at a decent time, and not try to take you for a ride, as it were.  
We made excellent time, arriving at Todd's place within fifteen minutes.  We got out and Todd 
paid the driver, much more than the fare was.
"Hey, thanks!  You ever need a cab, call up and ask for Joe Luken, I'll be there as fast as I 
can."
"Wait a minute, let me get something to write on..." Todd said.  He wrote down the number on 
the side of the cab and took the driver's name and thanked him.  The driver smiled and said 
goodbye, then drove off.
"You really going to do that, or just being polite?"
"It's hard to find a good cab driver, I intend on calling for him if I need to."
"Ok, good idea."
We walked down his driveway and rounded a corner to the front of his house, impressive, but I 
couldn't see much in the dark.  Same with his property, I could tell it was very well kept and 
trimmed, but in the dark I could not make out specifics.  He took out his key and unlocked his 
door, letting me in.

I walked in to find myself in a rather nicely lit, warm living room, rather fancy, but not 
enough to make it feel overwhelming.  If Todd did the arranging and picked out all the 
furnishings, he had good taste.  He let me in and took me for a tour.  He showed me all three 
floors, the kitchen, library, kitchen, study, lounge, and a few rooms he didn't know what 
they're names were.  After seeing the inside of his house, I had a good idea of what the 
outside must look like, and he must hire at least three people to keep everything neat.  We 
then returned to the lounge and I sat down as he went behind the bar, rummaging through a few 
bottles and glasses, producing two glasses and a bottle of some sort.  
"Every now and then, I like having this.  It's a kind of whisky, but not as harsh, and has a 
vanilla flavor to it. I have no idea where to get it, it came with the house, and everytime I 
get low, more is ordered by my housekeeper."
"Have you ever asked where she gets it?"
"No, not really.  All I know is she has a sheet of expensive things on it, and orders more when 
I get low, I sign it and I get more.  I assume it's on there somewhere." He said, pouring a 
healthy dose into both glasses.
"You make that much so you don't care what's being ordered?"
"Sadly, yes.  My job demands that much of me that I really don't have time for much more, as I 
said.  Either way, this stuff helps me relax at the end of a day." He said, picking up the 
bottle before replacing it.  He took both glasses and walked around to me, handed me one and 
sat down with his own. 
"Try it, tell me what you think." He said with a smile.  I nodded and smelled it, then took a 
taste.  At first, it wasn't all that bad, sweet with that alcoholic taste... then it turned and
made me gasp a little. 
"It's a bit strong." I said, gasping a little.
"Ahh, is not." Todd said, taking half of his drink down in one swallow, then smiled at me and 
downed the rest. "You just have to take it at once, it's not a sipping whiskey."
"Oh, now you tell me." I said, eyeing my glass, then downing the rest in two quick swallows.  
It didn't hurt as much the second time, and it did taste quite well, even though I could tell 
it was rather alcoholic.  I was just about to wonder if my friend was going to try to get me 
drunk, when he set his own glass down and grabbed a remote and turned on his stereo, flipping 
on some music. Not the kind of music you'd expect, but rather some rock, 80's sounding.  He 
smiled and leaned back into the couch, closing his eyes and sighing.
"If there's something I hate the most, it's a dead room.  No sound equals no life."
"I suppose that's true." I said, feeling a bit relaxed as the drink started to work.  As long 
as I didn't have any more, I'd not get any worse.
"Mmmm." I said, relaxing back also, setting my drink on the table.  I closed my eyes and sat 
back, sighing and smiling slightly.  The mood of the room with the deep, wood walls and the soft 
music coming from the stereo made for a very comfortable room and I soon found myself relaxing 
rather peacefully.  I felt Todd lean back also, then moving closer to me to put his arm around 
me, I merely smiled, enjoying this time.  I'd forgotten what relaxing was like... my idea of 
relaxing was very routine, consisting of coming home, turning on the tv, not finding anything 
on, eating dinner and then going to bed.  This was very different and I was enjoying myself 
immensely.  Both of our eyes were closed as I put my arm around Todd, returning the gesture with 
a smile.  We both sat there for quite a time, but for long I don't know.  All I know is that 
while I was sitting there I wasn't thinking about anything except how good it felt to be there 
with my new friend, enjoying his company.  After a bit, he spoke up.
"You're more than welcome to stay here for the night.  It is late and I would feel bad turning 
you into the cold night to go home."  I opened my eyes and looked over at him, noting he hadn't 
opened his eyes, but was still sat back, smiling softly as I had been.
"You're sure you wouldn't mind?"
"Of course.  As you've seen, I have plenty of room for two people to stay here, and sometimes 
this house gets lonely without anyone here."
"Thanks Todd, I think I'll take you up on that."
"Good.  The guest rooms are up across from mine, as I showed you."
"Who said anything about using those rooms?  You said yourself sometimes this house gets 
lonely."
At this Todd opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me, to see my soft smile.  He also 
smiled and leaned forward to bring his arm farther around me, giving me a hug.  I slid over to 
his side to return the hug, and we both embraced.  I looked down and saw his tail slowly 
swishing, brushing back and forth.  I nuzzled his neck, mrrring softly, slowly starting to 
stroke his sides with my paws.  He mumbled something I didn't quite catch as I withdrew from 
his shoulder to look at him, looking deeply into his eyes.  We smiled at each other for a 
moment, then I pressed my muzzle to his and we both closed our eyes.  Our arms went around each 
other as I pressed my nose to his, kissing softly and slowly.  He mrrred a little and opened his 
muzzle a little, and I slipped my tongue into his, sliding over his canines and then to touch 
his own tounge.  We both moaned a little and we pressed closer together, our chests touching in 
a soft meeting of dry, warm fur.  He slid his muzzle down mine a bit, deepening the kiss as I 
felt a hot touch on my side.  His paw slid down my side to go around me, sliding down my back 
and then to the base of my tail, beginning to stroke it's soft length.  I mrrred deeper and he 
coninued as I curled my tail reflexively around me, bringing it up along side us.  I slid my 
muzzle down his the rest of the way, locking our muzzles together in a sensual kiss, tongues 
rubbing together, going over each other unhurriedly, exploring each others' muzzle, going over 
long teeth.  I felt his paw still on my tail and I sighed, whimpering a bit at the pleasure he 
was giving me.  I reached my own paw around him to stroke his tail, marveling at the softness 
of his fur, and the thickness of it.  He moaned silently in response and renewed our kiss with 
passion.  I continued to stroke his tail a little harder, the fine, smooth fur bewteen my 
fingers, bringing a little whine of pleasure from him.  Todd's strokes on my tail slowed and 
almost stopped as I continued on his tail, our kiss still locked onto each other, continuing 
to marvel at the touch of our tongues, sliding warmly but slower against each other.  As I 
stroked his tail, I slowly brought my other paw around to his side, and then to his belly, 
stroking the fine fur there.  I then placed my paw at the side of his sheath, which I could 
feel was already swelling.  He broke the kiss with a gasp and with eyes closed, he began to pant 
quietly.  I too was pulling for breath, tongue slightly hanging out as I brought my paw around 
his sheath and squeezed lightly.  He responded by nuzzling into my chest with a moan, giving me 
better acess to his fine tail, which I was still stroking with the same unhurried thoroughness.  
As I stroked his tail, I also stroked hid sheath, bringing little yelps and gasps of pleasure 
from him, his shaft starting to emerge.  At this point I looked down at him and withdrew my paw 
from his tail, took a finger and lifted his chin to look at me.  When he did open his eyes, 
he saw me looking back at him with a warm smile.  I pulled him down with me as I lay back and 
nothing more was needed to be said.  He lay on top of me, licking along my chest fur and my 
muzzle, mrrring softly, his white fur contrasting with my own.  I began mrrring softly and 
closed me eyes, my tail swishing a little as he worked his way lower, stroking my fur slowly and 
nuzzling his way down.  I whined a bit as he brought his paw around to my side and then to my 
sheath, stroking it's length and squeesing lightly at the base, making me gasp in pleasure.  
His soft, insistant paws soon coaxed my shaft to harden and as soon as it slipped out of my 
sheath a bit, he bent down and licked the tip with his hot tounge.   I moaned and ached my back 
as my shaft slipped all the way out, brought on by his paw at the base.  He licked first at the 
base and then slowly up to the tip before opening his muzzle slowly and talking me in.  I gasped 
and thrust very softly, his hot muzzle taling me in and givin me pleasure like I had never felt 
before.  He soon began working my shaft in his muzzle, along the roof of his mouth as his 
tongue, oh his tounge.  It slid back and forth roughly, stroking and then would lap softly, 
massaging me before it would wrap around me and pull at my length.  I soon began whining and 
thrusting into his muzzle as he held me at the base and sucked my shaft with his muzzle.  All 
of this was more than I was prepared for and I quickly felt my orgasm building.  He sensed this 
and continued his efforts, licking more insistantly at me.  I continued to thrust, yelping now 
as I felt myself on the edge... when he stopped.  I was balancing on the edge, whining with my 
eyes tightly shut, and I couldn't take it, and thrust my shaft into his muzzle quickly and 
taking his head in my paws, I gave one last thrust.  I yelped sharply as I came, spurting wave 
aftre wave of come into his muzzle, his tounge licking and his muzzle sucking, taking all I gave 
him.  I couldn't help myself as I continued whining, yelping and holding his head gently as I 
continued to come into his muzzle, my mind reeling as wave after incredible wave of pleasure 
washed over me, produced from how his muzzle was working on me.  I felt myself start to slow 
and he pulled his muzzle off me slowly, licking as he did, not missing anything and then to 
lick at the tip as I slowed and stopped.  I sighed and shuddered, then felt him lie down on me 
and nuzzle my belly.  I mrrred and put one paw on the top of his head and stroked his fur.  He 
nuzzled my paw and pulled himself up to nuzzle me more.  I felt the tip of his shaft sliding up 
my tail and then to rest near the base of my tail, and as he nuzzled me, I slid lower, placing 
my other paw on his side, sliding it around to take hold of his sheath and guide him to my 
tailhole.  Upon feeling my paw, he opened his eyes and looked at me softly.  I smiled and 
licked his muzzle, tasting a bit of myself.  He smiled and pushed in a little, entering me 
slowly as we both gasped.  I put my paw on his back and stroked him, feeling hs fine fur 
beneath my paw as I slid it down to the base and then to stroke his tail.  I moaned as he 
filled me, and I felt his sheath touch my base, feeling a warm, arousing pressure in me.  I 
closed my eyes and sighed as he began a slow motion, stroking gently in and out of me, working 
into a rhythm.  I gasped and panted and heard him doing the same, both our eyes closed.  He 
whined and I moaned, taking my paws to his sides and then lower, holding him as he continued 
thrusting, faster now.  I gasped as I felt his hot precome start to fill me, the lubrication 
allowing for faster thrusting.  He was panting and I could feel his need as he leaned down onto 
me and nuzzled into my chest hard, licking desperately.  I opened my eyes and lookde down at 
him through a cloud of pleasure.  He looked beautiful, his pretty, snow white muzzle pressed 
into my chest, his equally white paws holding my red sides, his eyes closed tightly.  I whined, 
my mind filled with love for him, but I didn't have long to feel this as I felt him thrust 
harder.  He carefully thrust strong and I felt his knot start to enter me, pushing in with a 
pop and I felt his body stiffen as he let out a bark of pleasure as I felt him swell, his 
orgasm building rapidly.  He shuddered and stiffened as I felt him come into me, wave after 
wave of hot come spraying into me and I wrapped my legs around him, whining and also shuddering 
in pleasure.  We held each other like that long after he stopped, and still long after we had 
separated.  We never did make it to bed, for we slept down on the couch, cuddled in each others' 
arms.  

Todd quit his job at Orange Leaf shipping and found he was happier working at home, writing and 
painting, having more than enough money to live on the rest of his life.  I moved in with him 
but kept my job at social services because I enjoy what I do.  We love each other very much, 
and I'm glad that I chose to meet that stranger, taking the risk that changed my life, and 
filled my heart with a love I never felt before, but only caught glimpses into.

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