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A Series of Romantic Encounters

© 2010 CarLOS Penguin

The Superintendent

The rain danced gently against the window, leaving colourful streaks as they lensed the night city lights, running their way down to the outside ledge. The bedroom was dark, except for the light coming in through the window and thanks to the rain, colours and shapes danced on the walls and lit the room enough for dark adjusted eyes to see the outlines of the objects in her room. Including the outline of her sleeping lover in bed, snoring quietly.

She admired him with a fond grin, still feeling satisfied and a little naughty from their tryst. That feeling she had not had since she was a teenager and sneaking around behind her parent's back with that handsome young Pegasiian exchange student (who ended up failing most of his classes because of his love affair with her). She stood by the window, pulling the sheers around herself, not because she was cold, but being wrapped in the see-through material made her feel sexy. Another thing she hadn't felt for a very long time.

Her lover rolled onto his back and smacked his long tongue twice and his mouth propped open, tongue dangling part ways out of the side, his shining white and sharp Canisian teeth reflecting the dim contrasted against his black muzzle fur.

*SNXXXXXX*

His quiet snore turned into an earthquake of deeply resonant sounds, not unlike the horrid noises the pipes made that he fixed for a living in the building they both lived in. She burst out laughing at this scene, bringing her lover to a waking state.

"Huh? Whazz so funny, Em?" He said groggily, turning his head towards where she stood at the window, the light now glinted off his shining eyes.

Sweeping the sheers off of her body, she walked over to the bed and lay on her belly on top of the covers and looked at him with an adoring smile, "You are, handsome."

He rolled onto his side, facing her with a smile and resting his head on his wrist, stroked her wavy shoulder length hair that was decidedly more scruffy than when the night began. "How did I entertain the lovely Mrs. Sharpe... errr... Emily this time?"

She touched her nose against his, still grinning, "You were snoring, Mr. Dalan." and they kissed passionately as he embraced her, not unlike their evening began.

Dalan was the building superintendent. He was the 'do-it-all' fellow for the out of country owners of the apartment. He was a fifty-year-old Canisian who came to Earth some thirty years earlier as an agricultural technician to learn Terran techniques that may help his own world with their never ending food shortage problems and found these people so open and so accepting of who he was as an equal, that he never left.

He was a handsome fellow, tall, thin, fast and strong, Colourings typical of the Coyote caste on his home world, but he got the black muzzle and hair from his mother, who was considered a 'peasant', and had black arms, legs, hand paws and foot paws like a fox. No one in his family quite knew how that happened, but that didn't matter to the Terran, Pegasiian and Centaurian ladies who only saw a tall, strong and gentle fellow who spoke softly.

There was no real call on earth for another agri-tech, positions filled already by many species, but found himself employed as a security guard for the next 25 years. It was then that he moved into the apartment he was still living in now. Soon after he did, the aged building superintendent was injured replacing a cold fusion backup generator for the building and being the helpful fellow he was, Dalan offered to spend his weekends substituting for the superintendent until he healed. Dalan had an aptitude for the work and enjoyed it so much, that he accepted the superintendent's offer to apprentice him with a view that he take over when the superintendent retired in a few years. Dalan resigned from his security guard position and despite the pay being nearly half of what he was making, the old superintendent talked the owner into letting him live there rent free after his apprenticeship and at half-rent price during.

The people of the building liked Dalan. Like the superintendent, he enjoyed chatting and exchanging stories with those renters and owners who did and was respectfully quick about his duties and quiet with the few that would rather not have anyone in their apartments. Some even tipped him cash, others, especially the women would tip him with baked goods (which he enjoyed, despite his doctor's warnings to maintain more of a carnivore-like diet). It was then that he met Mrs. Sharpe.

Mrs. Sharpe moved into the building just after Dalan apprenticed for the superintendent position. She was 55 and practically starting her life over again. Her husband of 30 years decided he loved a Centaurian girl a third her age and with barely a goodbye, was headed off over four light years away. It was a week after that it really sunk into her... she was alone again. As a small consolation, her husband left her their heritage house, which she sold for a tidy sum to a developer and bought the humble apartment she lives in now.

She was at first one of the quiet ones that always wanted to be alone, but as she realized it was better to have a stronger set of hands around, she warmed up to Dalan. One day after repairing her refrigeration unit late in the day, she made him a coffee and a chicken sandwich. Dalan being a typical Canisian, loved meat sandwiches, but hated the sauces humans smothered them with. However, he was able to keep a straight face and thanked her for it. The coffee after was able to wash most of the flavour of mustard and mayonnaise off his tongue.

"Do Canisian males run off with younger females?" Mrs. Sharp blurted out as she poured Dalan a second cup of coffee.

"Excuse me?" Dalan asked, caught of guard.

It was then Mrs. Sharpe explained how she came to be there.

Dalan shook his head and took another sip of his coffee, "Canisian males are polygamous, unless there's a family tradition otherwise. We have no reason to...'cheat' is it... or divorce?"

"So, you have harem's?" She asked, curiously.

Dalan nearly spit out his coffee he was taking a sip of at the time and laughed, "That would be the closest analogue for an unmarried Canisian male, yes. But when we take a wife or wives, it's an oath."

"Oh." Mrs. Sharpe said with understanding. "What if the husband can't satisfy his females?"

Dalan cocked his head in thought for a moment, trying to remember back to his parent's culture, "The neglected wife takes a second male. Often her husband's brother, or perhaps his cousin."

Mrs Sharp looked up at the ceiling, her lips moving and her eyes squinting in calculation, "I already lost track of a family tree in such a scenario..." She said looking over at Dalan, quite confused.

Dalan chuckled, "That's because family trees are somewhat irrelevant on Canisius. It's caste that matters, not parentage."

Mrs. Sharpe's situation confused Dalan, as she was not unattractive by any means, even for a human. She was full figured, but had it all in the right places and her hair was always well kept. What few wrinkles her face did have, revealed that she preferred to smile and laugh far more than fret. "That Centaurian girl must have really been something!" He thought to himself.

Over the years, Mrs. Sharp and Dalan enjoyed their conversations and each other's company. Being a loner, he didn't go out that much any more, other than to see old movies at the retro cinema. He often wondered if it was his security guard's uniform the young ladies liked and now a superintendent's coveralls just didn't do it for them. "Fickle creatures these females of any species." He often pondered.

Mrs. Sharpe kept much to herself, other than her Tuesday and Thursday social clubs. Dalan helped her with her groceries on Saturday and she'd make him dinner once a month on a Saturday for all his 'good deeds' as she called them. He had only seen her grown children visit once in the five years he knew her. They apparently lived off world, but she really didn't talk of personal matters.

One Saturday, he decided he was going to reward herfor her good deeds. He made tentative reservations at an upscale restaurant not too far away and there was a flick playing afterwards at the retro theatre he thought Mrs. Sharpe might like.

Looking in the mirror and grooming himself after a refreshing shower, he noticed some grey hairs appearing in his muzzle, as well as on his head. He debated on trimming his hair right down to the length of his fur, but decided he earned a bit of an elderly look and continued to put on his pressed casual trousers and sports jacket. He would have added a tie, but he never quite learned how to do one that didn't knot up and tangle in his neck fur.

He went up to her apartment and ran his hand-like paws through his hair one last time. He felt nervous and didn't understand why. He had been there hundreds of times before. He cleared his throat and knocked on the door.

She opened the door only part ways and gave a quizzical look over him. "Dalan?" She asked and gave an impressed smile, "You look fabulous! What's the occasion?"

Dalan smiled and shrugged, "I thought I'd treat you tonight, since you're always so kind to me."

Mrs. Sharpe looked at Dalan flattered, "Why, what did you have in mind, Mr. Dalan?"

Dalan told her of the reservations he'd made, but if she wasn't comfortable, he could still cancel.

Mrs. Sharpe opened the door fully to reveal that she was already dressed as if to go out. She was wearing a revealing thin strap black, calf length dress, which the skirt hung loose with many flowing pleats with an angled hem than was higher at one side. Complementing it with shiny earrings and a thin necklace and for the first time since he had known her, she was wearing make up. "I would love to go out this evening with you Dalan. Come in and give me a few moments to get ready."

Dalan entered her apartment and she closed the door, offered him a seat at the dining room table, then scurried off to her bedroom to get ready.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything, Mrs. Sharpe? It looks like you already had arrangements for tonight." Dalan asked a little louder than normal, from where he was seated.

"Not at all!" She shouted back from the bedroom, "I just wanted to feel special today and hoped you were coming over."

Dalan raised his eyebrows. This was a new one to him. He glanced over to her calendar, expecting it to be a holiday or something that he missed.

Mrs. Sharpe came from around the corner with a small purse in hand, ready to leave. Dalan noticed she had added some black pantihose to her dress as well as some strap-like high heeled shoes. Whatever day it was, it must be special, as she was looking very lovely now with the simple additions.

She stopped and stood for a moment and twirled around and asked with a smile, "You like, Mr. Dalan?"

"Um, huh? I'm sorry, what was the question?" Dalan asked realizing now he had been staring.

Mrs. Sharpe giggled, "Even if dinner tonight is lousy Mr. Dalan, you have already made my night."

Dinner was delicious by both of their palettes. It was only the second time Dalan had Fillet Mignon and he wondered why he didn't have it weekly. He was quickly reminded why when the waiter handed him the bill. She had the same thing and despite the total costing him a week's wages, he thought it was worth it.

They left the restaurant and Dalan made the offer of a movie. As tempting as it sounded to her, the air was warm, fresh and she did love the city lights at night. "How about a nice walk back to our apartment instead?" She offered. This sounded quite acceptable to him as well.

She took his arm as they began walking back the few kilometres to the apartment. "Tell me Dalan, how come you never married?"

Dalan smiled and patted her hand, "Because that means I'd have to fall in love."

She stopped and looked at him surprised, "I didn't think you were afraid of anything?"

Dalan chuckled, "No so much afraid Mrs. Sharpe. It's an investment. I'm not very good at investments. Emotionally or otherwise."

They continued walking. "Well, you sure have a lot to offer. I'm sorry you never found someone who would give of themselves in return."

Dalan pondered on her words and thought of something that puzzled him as well, "How come you never remarried, or even got a boyfriend, if I may ask?"

She let out a sigh, "I didn't want to... make another investment." She smiled at him and winked, then leaned her head against his arm. "Anyway, I'm the big 'six-oh' today. Don't you think that's a little old for that type of nonsense?"

Dalan laughed. "Sixty? Old? Aren't some Terran's living up to a hundred and sixty... or eighty... or something ridiculous now?"

She patted his arm, "I guess maybe it's how old you feel then, Mr. Dalan."

He placed his paw on her hand and wished her a happy birthday anyway, despite the occasion seeming to give her some distress.

They returned to their building and Dalan opened the door for Mrs. Sharpe, who again was very flattered by his kindness. It was the little things, like a gentleman holding the door for her, that really impressed her.

They approached her apartment door. "I guess this is good night. Thank you for the lovely evening Mrs. Sharpe." Dalan said with a smile of gratitude on his face for her company.

Mrs. Sharpe looked up at him and smiled wrapping her arms around him, "It is customary to kiss at the end of a date, Mr. Dalan."

"Date? I guess this was!" Dalan thought silently to himself. Now he knew why he felt so nervous at the beginning of the night. He after all was asking this lady out on a date. It had been so long, he'd practically forgotten.

Dalan leaned over to kiss his date good night and she began giggling like a school girl. Dalan jerked back with a smile, as confused as he was amused by this reaction, to see her rubbing her nose and face.

"Oh my, your whiskers, they tickle!" Mrs. Sharpe giggled, quite amused.

"Heh, I'm sorry?" Dalan chuckled

"That's.... quite a sensation!" She replied and gave him a flash of an eye that wasn't unpleasant, but he didn't quite understand. "Like the beard of a pirate..."

"Pirate?" Dalan said cocking his head, becoming more confused by the term. "Weren't pirates bad?" he thought to himself.

Mrs. Sharpe regained her composure, then pressed her body against his and gripped the sides of his face. "Yes, pirate!" she said and planted her lips firmly against his.

"Ohhh, THAT kind of pirate!" Dalan thought to himself as he wrapped his arms around her. His memory coming alive to his younger days when he first discovered these odd, yet enjoyable games females liked to play.

She ran her hands down from his face, stroking his neck and onto his shoulders as they kissed passionately. It had been a long time for either of them, to be in the arms of another so close like this. Tongues entwined, the sweetness of the other's mouth filling their senses.

"I see noth-inggggg!" came an amused voice as a tenant passed them, covering his face halfway, then looking at them with a smile. Mrs. Sharpe broke from the kiss startled, her face beet red.

Dalan casually looked up with a smile as if nothing was going on, "Oh, hey Mr. Fuller. It's a warm night out!"

It was then he realized what he had said when Mr. Fuller burst out laughing, "I see that it is, Dalan!" And gave a wink as he went down the stairwell.

Dalan felt a tug on his arm. Mrs. Sharpe had opened her door and was pulling him inside. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you like that Mrs. Sharpe." He said, shaking his head at his poor choice of words.

She looked at him, still all flushed, but smiling and kicked the door shut with the toe of her shoe, "No more Mrs. Sharpe for the night... call me Emily." And forgetting about the interruption, they continued in passionate embrace.

Dalan pulled her soft body against his. Her full figure felt heavenly, luxuriously soft against his toned physique. He cautiously ran his hand down across her rear and to his satisfaction, Emily took a deep breath and plunged he tongue into his mouth, deeper than before. He caressed her rounded softness and gave a gentle squeeze, which brought a moan of pleasure deep from inside her.

She looked up at him, stroking his face and pulling at his clothes. He removed his jacket as she was unbuttoning his shirt, stroking his furry chest as she got only halfway down. Dalan finished removing his shirt as she pulled her arms out from the straps of her dress, the top part falling down limply to reveal her large breasts restrained by a black lace bra.

He couldn't help but staring as she released the magnetic clasp on the the bra, which popped off to reveal what Dalan thought, was the loveliest pair of human breasts he had seen to date.

She looked shyly up at him, holding her breasts up to him, "You like?" She asked like a teenage girl exposing herself for the first time.

Dalan admired her soft looking, large nippled breasts that she held out for him. He stroked them and took them into his hands and kneading gently, causing her nipples to become erect. He leaned over and gave her nipple a couple of gentle licks before taking it into his mouth.

Emily pressed closer and took her other breast and was rubbing it against the side of Dalan's face. The feel of his warm fur against it was thrilling. How she missed being a sexual creature, a woman, rather than just ordinary, everyday 'Mrs. Sharpe'.

Dalan had his nose between her breasts. She could hear his sniffing at the perfume she put on before they left, having placed a dab between her breasts. She continued to rub them over his face as his head came up and kissed her once again, breathing a little harder and pressing against her, she could feel his hard erection through his pants.

Reaching down, she rubbed his crotch feeling a rather large bulge, larger than she expected. The only alien she had dated was a Pegasiian in her youth and learned that despite their large testicles, they had thin, pointed penises like a carrot that grew too fast. One of her girlfriends spoke of having a Canisian lover, but she dismissed her as being jealous of her having a Pegasiian boyfriend. She realized now that her old friend may not have exaggerated that much, if at all!

Dalan had released his belt for Emily to unbutton and remove his pants. As his pants fell about his ankles, the full size of him came into view. He wasn't any longer than the average human, but definitely quite a bit thicker, with barely a taper to him. His balls were somewhat larger, and fuzzy like a human, but hung lower and the hairs were straight and long. Curiously, she cupped and fondled them, to the throbbing response from her lover.

Dalan tried to lower the remainder of Emily's dress over her hips, which wouldn't budge. "It lifts off." She whispered and raised her arms as he lifted her dress off, revealing the garter and thigh-high hose she wore and to his pleasant surprise, she was pantiless. Still wearing her heels, this was a very erotic sight to Dalan as he was discovering new fetishes by the minute.

Emily took his hand and led him to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and began to remove her shoes, as Dalan knelt onto the carpet and gently placed his hands over hers, "No, leave those on, please." With a smile, she slipped the half removed shoe back on and leaned back on her elbows, as he caressed her high-heel covered foot and kissed her hose covered ankle and calf.

Emily released her garters and began to roll down her hosiery as Dalan was kissing and caressing his way up her leg, to her thigh, where his face met her hands. She stroked his face and placed the leg he was caressing onto his shoulder. He began licking up her exposed thigh, causing her to giggle from the tickling of his fur. As she felt his licking tongue moving higher, she placed her other leg onto his other shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her thighs from underneath her legs, Dalan's face centred and hovered over Emily's burning pussy as she could feel his nose tickling her hairs, moving slowly as he was being mesmerized by her scent.

Her body exploded in pleasure as without warning, she felt his long tongue plunge deep inside her. She reached down and gripped Dalan's head behind his furry hears, pulling him into her crotch as her legs pulled from behind his back. Dalan's tongue thrust in and out of her with a sensation that was beyond anything she had experienced up until now. Every movement and flick of his tongue inside of her made her quiver uncontrollably as she panted and grunted with intense pleasure.

"Oh, God, I need you... I need you now Emily!" Dalan said as he raised his head from between her legs and gave her rounded belly several kisses and licks as he was making his way up to cover his lover.

Emily slid backwards on the bed, allowing Dalan to come up onto it (and her) more comfortably. She felt his thick penis pushing against her and arched her back to let Dalan guide his huge rod with a little more accuracy. He was gentle and with only slight pressure against her, held his penis in place and let Emily take him at her pace. After the initial penetration, Dalan felt himself slip in with one, smooth move as her hips quivered against his body, taking his full length with a slight gasp from his lover.

Emily looked up at him with a combination of pleasure, impressiveness and a little shock, but she bore a toothy smile and ran her hands up and down his muscular arms and chest. Her head lay back and she closed her eyes with a moan as he began to thrust. He leaned over and began licking and kissing her neck as she gently caressed him, running her fingers through his fur on his head , neck and back.

He began to thrust faster as Emily's moans excited him further, as did the sight of her jiggling breasts swaying back and forth with his rhythmic motions. Emily brought her legs up and let out a shuddering moan as Dalan slipped deeper into her. Dalan felt the squeeze on his penis as she moaned and felt his own orgasm beginning to build.

He felt his swinging balls slapping against her as he thrust faster and deeper. Emily was gripping his fur tightly as her moans were giving away to grunts in between deep panting breaths. Dalan let out a few grunts himself as he felt a swell inside him, an intense, but pleasurable pressure tingling from deep within and finally, release.

Dalan could not help but let out a load moan as he felt his seed rush out into his lover with a force that almost burned. Emily let out a cry of pleasure as her back arched and both of their hips pressed together, quivering in long sought release.

Several minutes later, the two lovers were still panting hard. Dalan lay almost limp on top of Emily, who still had her legs crossed behind his back and had her arms wrapped around him, stroking him. He was still inside of her and she could feel the throb of his orgasm continuing for some time after he had been emptied of his juices. It was another two minutes before she felt his massive size begin to shrink and retreat, causing a dam burst of warmth to run out of her and down her ass, soaking the bed cover.

As she felt the last inch of Dalan slip out of her, he gave a long, deep sigh and raising his head from where he was resting it against her neck, looked at Emily with the deepest satisfaction in his eyes, "Thank you!" He whispered and kissed her tenderly and pressed his face against her chest, "Thank you!" He repeated.

Emily kissed the top of his head, "Thank you my sweet, for the nicest birthday I've had in five years."

Later as they lie in bed together, Emily in Dalan's arm with her head on his chest and mindlessly playing with his chest fur, "I've never made love to a Canisian before tonight".

"So, what do you think?" Dalan asked as he gave the top of her head a couple of gentle kisses.

She gave him a passionate kiss and held her nose to his as she whispered, "I don't want it to be the last time."

He assured her that it wouldn't be the last time. This was something very special and they felt more than friends having a fling, they both felt that connection, that "kaboom!" people say lovers feel when it's meant to be. And most of all, Emily knew she'd never have to feel alone again.

Dalan quickly fell asleep and rolled onto his side. Emily was still enjoying the afterglow from her very special birthday. She got up carefully so as to not wake her lover. She wandered in the dark as she did many a time to the window to admire the glittering city lights. It had started raining and the rain danced gently against the window, leaving colourful streaks as they lensed the night city lights, running their way down to the outside ledge.

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The morning was still rainy and the clouds had thickened gloomy and dark. A summer sprinkle looked like it was about to turn into a storm any second.

Dalan was working in the parking lot, sweeping up little bits of rubbish. Mrs. Sharpe was helping him by pulling the weeds in the flower bed that lined the front of the building. Mr. Fuller headed out the front door and adjusted his raincoat before heading off to work.

"Helluva morning for anyone to be out in, right Dalan?" Mr. Fuller shouted across the parking lot to the superintendent.

Dalan looked up into the sky, the rain spraying his face, then over at Emily bundled in rain gear tending the flower bed, then over to Mr. Fuller and smiled, "Are you kidding? This is the most lovely day since I moved here!"