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Dating the Rabbit
by Amy Brett
'I know what you want to do,' he said, 'but please let me see first. Okay.'
The anticipation in his eyes relaxed me somewhat though our first meeting
was still tense with both excitement and fear.
'Okay. What do you want to do?' I said with some trepidation.
He was a nice looking guy. Not pretty but shy and quiet.
'Just let me look,' he said, his eyes almost pleading as they roamed across
my body.
I slipped my sports coat off, unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the
nearby chair. He seemed to hardly be able to keep his hands off me as he
kneeled there in front of where I sat in the chair.
I lifted my teeshirt off over my head and saw him move still closer to me,
almost between my knees.
'Can I...' he paused. 'Can I touch your nipples?'
I smiled thinking about it for a minute. 'Yes.'
Very softly, his attention completely on the tiny points of flesh, his trembling
hand reached to my right nipple where it stood out from the goosebumps on
my chest and very tentatively touched it. I hadn't ever felt a touch like it. Soft
and almost rabbit-like in its appreciation and apprehension.
His touch was electric. The warmth of his fingers transmitted through the
nerves and into my chest.
'Can I kiss it?' he said longingly.
'Yes.'
Crawling closer, his mouth neared it and, excruciatingly, stopped, his eyes
looking quickly into mine as if I might push him away at the last moment. I
smiled reassuringly and again he shifted closer on his knees and, as if
fulfilled, tongued it brushingly and kissed it ever so slightly, almost
imperceptibly.
My hands came to the sides of his head and, after a few seconds, very gently
pushed him away. He moved away longingly but easily, looking into my
eyes with gratitude. He looked down into my lap where the obvious bulge
showed through my pants.
'It's big,' he said matter-of-factly. 'Can I see?'
'No,' I said too quickly. 'No. Then it would be all over.'
He nodded through a small, disappointed smile of understanding. His smile
broadened.
'Please get dressed. I want to see you...' He almost interrupted himself in
mid word. 'No, no. Let me help you with your shoes. And socks,' he added
and looked down at my feet, moving to do so even before I had moved my
foot toward him to let him do it.
He slipped off the loafer and pealed back the sock sensuously. That's really
the only way I can describe it. Sensuously. His hands followed the contours
and shapes of it as the sock came off. Then, as if dismissing it, he switched
to the other foot and did the same thing. He lingered with it in his hand before
gently setting it back on the floor and allowing me to start to stand.
He moved back, still on his knees, to allow me to stand but, I found, he was
still very close to me as I stood.
'Let me help...' he said softly. 'Let me help you undo your pants.'
I saw him swallow hard then and, not waiting for an answer, reached for my
belt. The vibration clear throughout my body, his hands began to undo my
belt, the fastener at the waist and the zipper. I stood with my hands on my
hips to allow him to lead the way.
Again looking into my eyes with an anticipatory smile almost like a young
child opening a christmas present, he helped the pants fall down my hips and
onto my thighs. As my underpants came into view, unnaturally tented with
my own excitement, his eyes locked on it in spite of his continuing
movements to lower the pants to my thighs, calves and, as I lifted my foot,
off first one leg and then the other.
I could see the intention in his eyes to stop me there and continue with his
primary pursuit immediately. I stepped around him then.
'Can I watch?' he begged.
'No. I want you to be surprised.'
I moved to the bathroom and quickly stepped out of the underpants. Shaking,
I pulled the panties out of the sack and put them on, carefully nestling my
hardon into them and to the side. My fingers not cooperating, I fastened the
bra around my middle, turned it and put my arms into the straps, pulling it up
into place.
Then I put the blouse and skirt on. My hands shook as I threaded my legs
into the thigh high stockings one at a time and the shoes eluded me for a
moment before I could get the high heels on my feet. The wig was relatively
easy.
I looked into the mirror and put the necklace, earrings, lipstick, eye shadow
and mascara on. It had taken only a few minutes but the anticipation was
amazing.
I walked back into the main room of the motel room.
He again sat in the chair by the small table. I saw a frown cross his brow first
and then a smile, so much in contrast that it almost seemed to break his face. I
could see the almost bouncing excitement spread from within him to his face,
to his posture and, finally, to his clasped hands.
'You're beautiful!' He stared openmouthed.
I could only smile at the obvious sincerity of his statement even though I
knew there were a great deal of faults he may not have seen yet and soon
would. He still stared until I became self conscious.
'Thank you,' I said then into the silence that was really unbroken by the
motel room radio playing a soft song.
As if it had broken a spell, he stood and rapidly looked me from top to
bottom. 'I see,' he said. 'I see why you wanted to do this. You're
magnificent. You're...you're...' He seemed to be speechless.
I raised my hand to stop him. 'No. That's enough. You'll swell my head
until I can't keep this hair on anymore.'
His mouth open, he looked at the radio as if he'd just realized it was on and
couldn't figure out why the sound was from outer space and totally
unfamiliar. Then he looked as if he had recognized it and, in a single motion,
extended his hand to me irresistably until I took it. My other hand played with
the hem of the short skirt. He pulled me close to him naturally and easily and
moved in concert with the music as if we had already been doing that for
some time.
His other hand had already gone beneath my arm and around my waist,
pressing into my back through the blouse, my nose and eyes peeking over his
shoulder. Almost of its own volition, my hand went to his shoulder as if we
had been dancing forever. I had never danced with another man.
'You feel so wonderful next to me!' he sighed. 'Perfect. Just perfect.
Wonderful. Beautiful.' All his words floated across my shoulder and
surrounded and warmed me until I found myself smiling rediculously for no
one but my own pleasure.
Then, easily, he slowed our movements, moved slightly away from my body
and looked into my face. His lips moved as if in slow motion to my own. My
eyes closed as we met and my arms went around his neck.
'Perfect,' I heard him sigh to himself as he took a breath between
empassioned kisses that left me unable to open my eyes.
I felt him move away from me slightly then, his hands tracing my sides, my
waist, my hips and back, upward. His left hand moved to the middle of my
back and pressed forward then while the other pressed firmly into the form
within my bra. I was literally unable to raise my arms or open my eyes. I
could only moan softly at the feelings it unleashed. My back arched to him.
I don't know when he unbuttoned the blouse but I felt his lips touch the
naked skin of my neck, my chest, and my nipples, one after the other.
My legs wouldn't hold me as he lay me back onto the bed.
His hands held the shape of my calves then. Then the thighs. Then, I knew,
my skirt was raised high onto my stomach. The thin material of the panties
were whisked aside only the tiniest amount as my legs spread and raised.
His lips kissed it. Enveloped it. Pumped it. And swallowed it whole.
My eyes exploded.
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In a moment, my eyes refocussed and pleasure changed to mild pain. My
hands went to the back of his head, stopping what little movement his head
still made.
Though my head still spun, I moved to straighten my clothing, moving the
bra back into place, the skirt down somewhat. I nestled my own quickly
softening manhood back into the panties. I smiled into his grinning face as it
raised from my waist.
'Let me up,' I said, his frown answering me. 'No, no. Not to worry.' My
own sexy smile apparently answered his fears of abandonment.
I directed him to move his head to the pillows where he had laid me a moment
before and rolled to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I crossed my
stockinged legs toward the pillows, fending off his probing hand for a
moment as it tried to edge under my skirt. I let him put it on my waist as I
buttoned some of the blouse's lower buttons. I couldn't help but notice as he
kneaded my side, looking at me as I moved. It was very flattering.
I turned to him then, smiling and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Finally, I
got to his waist and he sucked in his breath to let me pull the shirt from his
pants and spread it wide over his naked, almost hairless chest. As I held the
shirt wide, I kissed his chest softly, looking into his waiting eyes with my
own smile.
Moving slightly, I moved to his face, my hands on either side of it and
kissing him softly on the lips. They opened but I didn't allow my own to do
the same but instead catching the sensitive skin of the inside of his lips.
I moved away from him then, moving down his body and undoing his pants.
In a single movement, I stripped down his pants and underpants, leaving him
standing tall from his body. Only quickly and in passing, I kissed it dryly and
moved on to pull the pants off his legs. Then I pulled off his socks as sexily
as he had mine earlier, running my hands across his naked feet and legs. He
reacted by starting to sit up but, with one hand, I forced him back to the bed.
Now, completely revealed, I looked at him from about the level of his knees
and smiled again at his embarrassed nakedness. I moved quickly to try to
make him feel more comfortable or, at least, to divert his attention.
I stood up next to the bed and clasped my knees together under the short
skirt. My hands went to my false breasts through the blouse, kneading them
as my eyes closed and my tongue traced the shape of my upper lip and tasted
the lipstick.
I peeked through my clasped eyelids and saw his continuing arousal as he
watched me; rapt.
My hands went to the hem of the skirt and started to edge it upward until, I
knew, the white of the panties again showed. Then I slowly turned until my
back was to him and continued to edge the hem upward until it was at my
waist. Slowly, sensuously, I edged the material between my cheeks until it
formed only a thin line of white material from between my legs to my waist,
the material pulling roughly between my legs.
Then I jumped to the waistband and slowly threaded my hands into the
waistband to push it downward until it was below my ass altogether.
Then I spread my legs slightly, my back still to him, and ran my forefingers
down between the cheeks. I bent at the waist slowly, arching my back and
moving my hands back to my false breasts and squeezing them as my head
tilted back until it almost met my back. I knew the action thrust my ass out
toward him and he could see the muscles of my legs quivering with the
tension of the exercise and the excitement.
Still facing away from him, I put my legs back together tightly and wiggled to
let the panties fall to my knees, my ankles and finally to the top of my shoes
where I could step out of them.
Then again, I spread them, reaching to the nearby nightstand where I got a
healthy fingerful of Vaseline. Reaching between my legs with three fingers,
one on each side of the one holding the Vaseline, I felt the cold lubricant
touch the naked skin of my asshole.
I watched him stare at my hand as I looked over my shoulder, my finger
disappearing into me then.
Again, I was quite aroused as I turned back toward him, my skirt slightly
below, covering myself, but it still tented the material upward.
I moved to him then, bending over with my back again arched and quickly
kissed his manhood again as I got another large fingerful of the Vaseline. In a
motion, I moved away from it and replaced my kiss with the cold lubricant.
My hands shaped themselves to his manhood, spreading the lubricant and
coaxing a moan from him. Not wanting to lose the utmost of his hardon, I
quickly straddled him and, in a motion, allowed him to slip into my body.
My head went back and my eyes closed with the intensity of the feeling
within me. The muscles of my legs trembled with the exertion and assault on
my senses as I moved up on him slightly and, as quickly, back down until it
nearly went into me fully; back up and back down again until I felt him deep
within me and the pubic hair against my ass.
Staying very still for a long time, I let my eyes re-focus and the intensity of
the feelings subside toward quiet. I leaned my head forward and saw that he
was doing exactly the same thing, his eyes now focussing on my face and a
smile spreading across his face.
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