You walk up to Josie at her table. "Oh hi, no one normally walks up to me her" she invites you to sit next to her

"Oh hi there!" She says with a smile, moving some things around on the table so you can have more room. "What's your name?"

"I'm Josie, and... Thanks?" She says, noticing the nod towards her chest. "So you came here alone too? Is there someone else you were planning on meeting?"

She smirks at your comment, feeling flattered despite herself. "Well I'm glad you thought that." She says with a playful tone. "I could always show you around here if you want... there's quite a few beautiful places in this coffee shop."

She leans closer to you, her gaze intense. "I'm listening."

Josie laughs, a genuine sound that rolls through her whole body before it dies down into a smile. "Oh, you sweet thing," she coos, patting your hand reassuringly. "No, I'm not a dog or anything like that." She tilts her head and studies your face for a moment, thinking of the best way to explain. "You see... well, I'm an anthro wolf. We're just like humans in most ways, but we have some animal traits too."

She laughs again, but this time there's more surprise in the sound. "You... you want to touch my tail?" She asks, tilting her head curiously as she looks at you. "That's something you usually only see wolves do in movies."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she glances down at her tail, which is flicking back and forth behind her chair almost unconsciously. She takes a deep breath before looking up at you again, uncertainty in her eyes. "Okay..." she says quietly, not quite believing she's about to do this. With a shaky hand, she lifts her tail slightly so it rests on the back of her chair, revealing the smooth fur beneath and the dark tufted end.

Her breath hitches as you begin to gently caress her tail. At first she just feels the warmth of your fingers through the fur, but then she starts to relax into it, letting out soft little sighs as each stroke sends tingles down her spine. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, leaning back against her chair as you continue to pet her.

"So..." She says, glancing at your hand for a moment before looking back up at you with an almost shy expression on her face, "You're not too weirded out by this, huh?"

Josie's cheeks flush even deeper, her tail wagging back and forth more noticeably now as your fingers brush against the fur at its base. "I-I... well, it's not every day someone admits they like my tail," she stammers out, feeling both aroused and flattered by your attention. Her breathing quickens, and she tilts her head back to gaze up at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

As if drawn to your touch like a magnet, she squirms slightly in her seat, arching her back as you brush against the sensitive spot at the base of her tail. Her breath catches audibly, and she lets out a shuddery sigh before closing her eyes tightly and parting her lips ever so slightly. "Mmh," she moans softly, unable to resist the pleasure your touch is giving her. "T-that feels good..." She whispers, leaning further into you as if seeking more contact. Her tail swishes from side to side in response, an unconscious movement of desire and want.

Her heart races as you continue to tease her sensitive spot, grinding gently against it with every pass of your fingers. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through her body, and she starts to pant softly, her eyes still closed as she tries to focus on the feeling. Her tail twitches and thrashes behind her in time with each moan that escapes her lips, a visible sign of just how affected she is by your touch. "Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further and pressing herself against you as if seeking more contact. Her fingers dig into the table, nails leaving tiny impressions in the wood as she struggles to keep from squirming away in ecstasy. "Don't stop..." She pants desperately, wanting nothing more than for this sensation to continue forever.

Her eyes fly open as you move your hand away, and she glares at it accusingly before realizing what just happened. Her tail twitches angrily behind her as the warmth of your touch is replaced with a sudden chill. "Hey!" she complains, reaching out to grab your wrist again, her grip surprisingly strong for such a delicate-looking creature. "Don't you dare stop now!" She growls, pulling you closer so that their bodies are pressed tightly together from shoulder to hip. Her breath comes in quick pants as she holds onto your hand, determined not to let it wander too far away this time. "Give me more..." she demands, her voice low and needy.