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                          A Date With The Rabbit

                               by Mike Benton

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'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
knelt there in front of where I sat in the chair.

I lifted my tee-shirt 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, reach for my
belt. The vibration of his fingers 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
hard-on 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 irresistibly 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 ridiculously for =
no
reason 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
impassioned 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 re-focused 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 =
few
moments before and rolled to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. =
I
crossed my stocking covered 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 and letting the long hair of my wig brush across =
his
stomach.

Moving slightly, I moved to his face, my hands on either side of it, and
kissed him softly on the lips. They opened but I didn't allow my own to =
do
the same but instead caught 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 panty 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 of skirt and panties and slowly threaded =
my
hands into them to push downward until they were 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 skirt and 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 finger full 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 hardness
bounding slightly with the movement, rock hard.

I moved to him then, bending over with my back again arched, and quickly
kissed his manhood again as I got another large finger full 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 hard-on, =
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 focusing =
on
my face and a smile spreading across his face.

'God, you're beautiful!' he moaned. It was exactly what I still needed. =
I
knew I smiled broadly as I looked down at him from my superior position. =
I
leaned back and caught myself on extended arms, feeling him inside me so
far it seemed impossible, his rod moving oddly in my bowels. My head was
back, just feeling the wonderful feelings of it, my chest thrust =
forward,
my long hair dangling backward on my back, and my hard cock standing =
tall
between us.

I gasped as I felt the cold of the Vaseline in his palm as he spread it
across my head and down my phallus as he worshipped it. As the heel of =
his
hand reached my stomach, his other hand wrapped around me with added
coolness for a moment.

Then, together, his hands began to move up and down my length, drawing =
the
panting breath from me with each movement. When he moved his hands up, I
found myself lifting up him at the same time and, when he moved down, I
dropped back onto him.

The combined feelings of him inside me and around me at the same time,
drove me to places I'd never been before.

My mouth opened wide with the moan that was drawn and driven into me. I
knew my come was literally blasting out of my body and, as I thought I =
was
losing touch with any kind of reality, I felt the hot come in my ass and
heard his vibrating moan. He pulled, holding tight around me, as he =
arched
and came inside me.

As it started to pass slightly, he began pumping hard on me and, at the
same time, pumping in and out of me in opposition to his hands. I came
harder than I had ever even dreamed of coming.

Finally, I couldn't stand it and dropped forward onto his chest. Just
before my lips found his, I opened my eyes and saw the stream of my come
that strung across his face from chin to left eye. I covered his mouth,
delving deep into it with my tongue, but quickly rose and began to =
wildly
lick the come off his chin and cheek as he laughed and came inside me =
still
again.

The end

=A9 1996 Mike Benton & Michelle Johnson

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