Michael sat on his patio working as he did most days, concentrating as he typed, a soft clicking sound filling the quiet afternoon. Michael glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the girl crawling out of the patio door. A sigh escaped his lips. Alley-cat had been incessant this morning, pawing at him for food, circling in and out of his feet trying to get attention and now, he was sure, she wanted a specific type of attention. It had to be the cooler weather that was making his little alley cat so frisky. Frustrated from the work that still needed to be done; he didn't have time to give in to her needs. Being a cat person, he appreciated his little alley cat, but not today. Her 'heat' was just something she would have to suffer through by herself.
Alley-cat crawled out onto the patio, giving him wide birth, the anal tail he had inserted that morning after a good cleaning seemed to swish against the back of her thighs making her 'heat' even worse. Every nerve teased by the soft caress of the tail. She paused for a moment, a bug running by, half tempted to chase after it. Quickly losing interest, she turned her deep green eyes on the one who was her real prey. She let out a small purr, a guttural sound deep in her throat, her naked body swishing back and forth, slowly crawling closer, her skin glistening with the fever of her need. If only he would look her way, she purred softly, her eyes brightly watching him. She squeezed onto the tail, instantly flipping it, while swishing her muscular haunches back and forth. She approached his chair slowly, sashaying erotically, a blatant display of her heated flesh, her hips rocking back and forth. Despite her efforts, he didn't even give her a glance.
Not to be deterred from her goal, Alley-cat slinked in closer, meowing shamelessly as she rubbed her flank up against his chair, flipping her tail over his arm with an expert toss as she passed. She saw him absentmindedly toss off her tail, ignoring her completely. Alley's eyes squinted at the rebuff, circling back around to face him, a little frustrated groan escaped her lips as she lowered her head, ass still up high, eyes still on his form.
Michael caught Alley-cat out of the corner of his eye, bent low, her tail swishing, a tell tale sign that she was about to pounce. He couldn't help but grin at her persistence and the view of her lush golden body on display. The two high ponytails dangling down above her ears nearly covered her eyes as her head bent low. He felt his cock stir slightly, hardening in his shorts. Michael reached down to adjust his curious cock, his mind saying... Down boy! Not now! We have work to do.
Alley-cat's head popped up seeing him adjust his crotch. She DID have his attention! A feeling of triumph washed over her as she smiled wickedly, coming back up on all fours and slowly approaching once again. Her body swayed as she moved back to his chair. He still had not looked at her. Alley-cat began to purr once again, sliding along his chair, her ass rubbing up against his leg. She felt his hand idly reach down to rub her tail bone, his hand gently running along her ass cheek. The stimulation nearly drove her wild with need, his touch igniting her skin, and sending shivers along her spine. She could feel the cool air of day caress her swollen slit, making it throb for him. Only his cock could sooth the ache she felt between her legs. It was all she could think about.
Damn! Michael thought. I shouldn't have adjusted myself. Now she won't leave me alone. He distractedly ran his hand over her ass and up her back to settle into her hair, twirling one ponytail around in his fingers as he continued to work. Hopefully a sign to her that he was NOT going to accommodate her "heat" at this time. She nudged his hand and mewed, her head resting against the arm of the chair, the length of her body still gyrating and rubbing up against the chair. He sighed, realizing his mistake.
"Alley... NO!" Michael offered her a glance, letting go of her head to reach down and swat her ass. "Go into the house! Or go lay down. But leave me be!"
Alley-cat jumped from the sting of the slap, meowing loudly in a pout, and flopped down at his feet, temporarily chastised. Oh, how could he be so cruel? Doesn't he know how much I'm suffering? Alley-cat tried to lie still, but every nerve ending was on fire for him, her slit throbbing and twitching between her legs. She tried to concentrate on the soft clicking sound of his laptop and enjoy the beautiful weather. But alas, it was no good. The restlessness of her hunger got the best of her. She was sure he wouldn't mind if she just rubbed her head against his calf. That shouldn't bother him too much and then she would at least get to touch him. Maybe ease the ache just a tiny bit. She started purring again as she leaned down to rest her chin on his foot. His foot shifted a bit, but he didn't throw her off. A good sign, Alley-cat thought.
Michael could feel her purring throat on the top of his foot, and desperately hoped she would settle down for a few hours so he could get his work done. He hated to have to lock her up to get some peace. All of a sudden, she stopped purring and he felt her tongue on his foot, lapping at it. His cock couldn't help but respond to the hot grazing of her tongue and heated breath, it eager for the heat to be engulfing his bulbous head. It jumped in his shorts in response. Stop it! Michael thought, irritated, his cock stiffening some more. One fact was evident. His brain and his cock were NOT in agreement. Michael couldn't help but glance down at his little alley cat lying naked at his feet.
