Bunnies and Other Minxes

'Who's idea was it to have a costume party?' I grumble, rummaging through the bathroom drawer. 'Past the age of four, who looks forward to playing dress ups on a Saturday nite?'

You laugh in the shower. Turning to glance at you, I'm hit again by how attractive you are. A shiver of pleasure runs through me - this gorgeous man is mine! I'm transfixed as a line of bubbles runs down your chest, over your belly, and ever lower... You shaved for me that morning, and I can just imagine the smooth, satiny skin of your groin, the hard heat of your quickly erect cock... You follow my gaze, before smiling, 'See anything you like?'

'Plenty,' I reply tartly, 'But SOMEONE has colleagues who thinks playing dress ups is appropriate out of hours, so we have to get ready.'

You frown. I laugh, and continue applying eyeliner. 'It's just not fair. You lot'll turn up in cams, and be all, We're done! This shit takes HOURS,' I demonstrate my hair and make up.

'Baby, if you're this upset, we'll blow it off. It's not worth you being sad.'

I soften in the face of your kindness. 'Oh hon, it'll be fine. You know me - I just like to have a bitch to keep myself in shape. Use it or lose it!'

You swat me with your towel as you head out to the bedroom. 'Will you be long?'

'Two more minutes in here, then into my costume, and we're on the road.'

'Okay baby,' you call. I hear you in the bedroom, opening the wardrobe, as I apply mascara. You're heading down the hallway as one more layer of red lipstick is smoothed across my lips. The television is on as I scamper into the bedroom.

'Hey,' you call, 'You never told me what you were going as.'

'My father's worst nightmare,' I call, walking up the hallway.

'???'

'How could I not be?' I purr as I enter the living room. In my black leotard, with black, lace-topped stay ups, and high heels, I'm feeling vaguely silly. The rabbit tail and ears push me over into ridiculous. The cuffs and collar mean I am officially the wrong side of elegant. Somehow, you're not bothered.

'I know that face,' I warn, backing away from you.

'Oh yes?' You laugh, stepping closer.

'Yes, that is the face that says, We're going to be late because you wish to look at my underpants. Well, it's not gonna happen,' I threaten, picking up my handbag, and wrapping myself in a coat. (What WILL the neighbours think?!) 'Mainly because I'm not wearing any,' I throw over my shoulder as I swing out the door. You groan, rearranging your trousers, before following me downstairs.

The truck is parked down the end of the street - the hot Spring day bought everyone down to the beach, so we're by the park. I walked ahead, swinging my hips, and hoping you're enjoying my fluffy ears. You parked on a funny angle - the uneven curbs aren't helping any - and the truck seems a long way up.

'I'm not sure I can stretch in this outfit,' I say doubtfully, pulling the door open. 'Babes, you may have to help.'

You're around my side of the car in a flash. 'How?'

'Um, push?' Neither of us are readily informed on bunny physics.

One foot on the running board, I throw my arm round your neck. Your bending slightly to slip an arm under my legs. I'm leaning forwards when two fingers slide under the elastic of my leotard. Looking down, you're smiling.

'I was just checking,' you say, your innocence palpable.

My breathing has quickened. 'Oh yes? And what have you found?'

Effortlessly, you deposit me into my seat, your fingers slipping out of me. 'That you're all wet.'

Striding round to your side of the car, you're in, locking the doors, and pulling me towards you. Kissing hungrily, you pull my coat down my arms, and I'm shrugging out of it frantically. Your hand is on my breast, in between my legs, and I'm moaning.

'Here, here,' I plead, unzipping your flies. Awkwardly, I slide onto your lap, pulling the leotard aside, and oh God oh God oh God, you're in me.

My head's on your shoulder, and I'm kissing the side of your neck. It's cramped and difficult, but you're doing admirably. In minutes, I'm throwing my head back, crying out and tightening around you. I love that you make me cum.

Sliding back onto my seat, I'm kneeling, take your still hard cock in my mouth - it's your turn. With my fingertips just stroking your shaft, and my tongue teasing the head, it's not long before you arch, and cum. Swallowing every drop, I clean you up lovingly before sitting properly in my seat and organising myself.

'I guess I just found my party mood.'