It was going to be a very special night for both of them. He was always so busy working an extra job to try to keep up with a failing economy and what little time he had she was at school or interning at the hospital so that the few hours that they did see each other they were both exhausted. Even though they had lived together for over a year they barely ever saw each other. But tonight they had agreed to take the time that they both needed to put everything else aside and just be together. He had managed to make a reservation at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, a very high-class establishment that was well-known for their French cuisines, it had cost him a weeks wages and, as you can imagine, they had both been anticipating an enjoyable evening. But that wasn't what made the evening so special.
 He opened the small case again checking that everything was in order as if it were possible that the contents had mysteriously vanished since he had last checked it three minutes ago. Satisfied he returned it to the pocket of the dress pants that he had rented along with the tuxedo. The tailor has assured him that the expensive clothing made him look dashingly handsome even if they were a little uncomfortable. He looked up when he saw a flash of red coming through the restaurant's doorway, it was her and she was beautiful. The bright crimson dress she was wearing made her even more beautiful still. The color complimented her fur perfectly and tight-fitting on her slender body showing off her curves. His wasn't the only pair of eyes in the restaurant to look in her direction as she came in. He waved her over and she joined him at the table. The waiter, a stereotypically French fox complete with a pencil mustache and French accent, came to take their order.
 The food lived up to their expectations as one of the finest dishes either of them had eaten in their lives. Their conversation was also pleasant, mostly consisting of their days events. At one point she mentioned a patient of hers, an otter with lung cancer, who had surprised her that day by remaining energetic and in good humor despite his bleak condition. She laughed as she recounted one of the jokes that he had told her and as her face lit up he laughed with her, not because it was particularly funny but because he was struck by what a beautiful woman she was. He had always found that she was a stabilizing force in his life, whenever he was afraid or unsure of himself he could always count on her to be there for him, but tonight he was nervous about something that she couldn't help him with. Despite his best efforts to remain a part of the conversation he felt distracted during the entire meal.
 Of course she was very distracting too. The perfume she wore had a wonderful fragrance and the red dress she wore was one of her favorites that she kept only for the most special of occasions and she was stunning in it. Several times his eyes flicked down to her neckline where her impressive breasts were barely covered and bounced with each movement she made. He followed the curves of her hourglass figure further down with his eyes to where the skirt ended well above her knees leaving very little to the imagination. He wished that he had gotten a pair of pants that fit a little looser in the crotch.
 She didn't miss his eyes lingering on her body during the meal and she quite enjoyed the attention. But he still seemed restrained as though he were thinking about something else or waiting for something. He was always a gentleman and such a romantic, she could hardly believe that he had set up such a romantic evening for the two of them they didn't have much but he still treated her like a lady. She loved him with all of her heart but as she watched him undressing her with his eyes then looking away again she wished that he would be more aggressive with his own desires sometimes. She had her own desires too and with so few opportunities for intimacy she had picked her tightest and most revealing dress for the evening in the hopes that he might ravage her in a lustful frenzy as soon as he laid eyes on her.
 As they finished their meals and the waiter returned to clear the table. He took care of the bill but didn't get up to leave. Lingering for a moment at the table he finally worked up his determination and looked her in the eyes. "look, there's something that I wanted to say." he began, feeling for the case in his pocket.
 But she cut him off. "I already know what you're going to say."
 "You do?"
 "Of course. We've been dating for almost three years. I know what you've got on your mind. And this was a lovely evening but you didn't need to do all of this just to impress me."
 "I thought it would be nice to do something special." he said somewhat puzzled.
 "Of course it is, and I've had such a lovely evening, but I'm your girlfriend, and honey..." Here she leaned across the table and hooked a digit into his color, pulling him to her face as she whispered seductively. "if you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask."
 He sat back in his chair somewhat taken aback"what... Uh, no, that's not what I was going to..." He swallowed nervously. As she sat back down she spread her legs and brought one foot up to rest on the chair giving him a good look up her skirt. He could tell that she had forgone the need for underclothes. Her tail swished back and forth above her shapely rump. Her paw draped over her buxom cleavage with one finger pressed to the corner of her lips which curled up into a sultry, sweet smile with eyes that could only be interpreted with the phrase 'do me'. He wanted to explain, he wanted to tell her what was really on his mind, but as he looked at her sexy figure and her words rang in his ears everything he wanted to say died on his tongue. Why hadn't he gotten looser pants?
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 As beautiful as she had been in the dress, she was even more breathtaking once she had stepped out of it. Once her naked body was exposed for him she undid the button of his pants and unzipped them. Pulling his boxers down she discovered the cause of his discomfort. His throbbing shaft stood at full attention for her. Not even waiting for him to shuck off his trousers she descended on him and swallowed his length just as eagerly as she had her meal not more than half an hour ago. As she began to suck him off he threw his head back in ecstasy at the stimulation of her smooth tongue lapping against his manhood.she continued jerking her head more and more rapidly against his crotch as she pleasure him sending shocks of euphoria through his entire body. When he couldn't take any more his cock spasmed and shot his load deep down her throat. She gave him one last lick then pulled him out of her mouth as a droplet of cum trailed down her mouth and dribbled off of her chin. After this she helped him out of his suit and pants and tossed them into the corner of the room. In the back of his mind something told him that he needed his pants for something but all rational thought had been pushed out of his head by the rush of carnal desire.
 Standing up she turned her back to him and bent over, leaning against the wall. Spreading her legs she exposed her most delicate area to him, an invitation that he was only too eager to accept.with a slap on the ass for good measure he got behind her and thrust his shaft up inside of her soft nethers. She cried out and bucked against at the intrusion into her clit, anxious for more. He pulled himself back as he prepared to drive himself into her again, and again, and again. They both moaned blissfully at each others every touch as they fucked away on into the night.
 Hours later they both lay exhausted, panting, and covered in sweat and various other juices. "that was fantastic" she moaned in between breaths "I wish we could do that every night for the rest of our lives." she rolled over and kissed him liking the way that his breath smelled like her pussy.
 But he had become distracted again. Something that she had said reminded him of something. Suddenly he got up from his spot beside her and found his pants in the corner where they had been thrown. She sat up watching him curiously, puzzled as what could have been eating at his mind so much. Searching through the pockets he found what he was looking for and brought it back over to her. He knew that he should say something, earlier he had prepared and memorized something romantic or poetic to commemorate the occasion, but now he couldn't remember a single word. For the second time that evening everything that he wanted to say died on his tongue and instead he simply handed the case to her. At first she was confused by the small, black leather box that she held in her paws. Turning it over she couldn't see any distinguishing features, until she opened it and gasped. Inside was a small glittering stone set into a finger sized band of gold, a wedding ring.