A bunny girl’s midnight rendezvous (F/M)

I don't know what it is, but I've found myself being exceedingly horny most of the time lately in spite of some recent encounters, and this horniness coupled with a boring wet and windy Friday led to me posting a Craigslist ad offering myself up in my trust bunny girl outfit (which I haven't worn in some time) to see what sort of responses I would get.

Needless to say I was flooded with replies, most of which were trash, but I received a few interesting responses and ended up focusing on one in particular from a guy who was articulate and had more to offer in his replies than just "I wanna fuck you". We kept on mailing back and forth and got on pretty well, and eventually I was feeling really turned on as our ideas manifested into a plan. There was one problem however – figuring out where and when to get together, as our schedules never seemed to match. As we both got more excited at the idea we were keen to meet as soon as possible, but as he had band practice with some friends he wouldn't be free until midnight – throwing caution to the wind, we ultimately agreed to meet then.

So, after spending most of the evening hanging out with my housemates, I excused myself and headed back to my room, pulling off my casual clothes and pulling out the bunny girl outfit and fishnet tights. I slipped on the tights, and then spend some time squeezing into the tight black PVC bunny girl outfit. Following a period of adjusting and moving around to ensure everything was in place I slipped into my black high heels, grabbed my longest, warmest coat and – after checking that my housemates weren't paying attention – slipped quietly out of the door.

I made my way to the local station to where we'd agreed to meet, and found myself arriving around 10 minutes early, leaving me all but hopping up and down to keep warm. Every minute felt like an hour until finally a van pulled up around the corner and a man got out. As he walked towards me, I recognised him as the person I'd been talking to online – in his early 50s with greying hair, and dressed casually in a check shirt and jeans. He had a bit of a beer belly but was otherwise well-kept and had a friendly smile that put me at ease. Introducing himself and checking that I was the right girl (although as he joked, he could tell straight away from the fishnets peeking under my coat), we talked a little before he asked whether I was still comfortable with going somewhere with him. With a tingle of excitement in my stomach (and elsewhere), I said that I was with a smile, and so we headed back to his van with me hopping in the passenger seat.

He started the engine and quickly headed off, and we talked some more about this and that as we drove through the mostly quiet streets – after about ten minutes of this we swung into a small, isolated lane (apparently somewhere near his home he already knew about) and pulled up at the end of it. Stopping the engine, he asked if this looked okay with me, and once I said it looked fine he opened the door and hopped out. I did likewise, walking around to the side of the transit van where he joined me and slid open the door. The inside of the van was empty, with a large sheet spread over the floor, and as I peered inside he turned on the interior light and suggested I take off my coat and climb in.

As I unbuttoned and pulled off my coat I could see him watching me intently, and he continued to watch as I stepped into the van, keeping my head low and hearing my heels clomping loudly as I climbed in. He climbed in after me, pulling the door to the van most of the way shut behind him. Seeing me stood awkwardly in the low headroom of the van, he invited me to sit down somewhere, and as I got myself comfortable he invited me to scoot a little closer to the light and asked me to open my legs for him.

This I duly did, opening up my tight-clad legs to his scrutiny, leaning back on my elbows to give him a better view and shuffling a little closer to him which in turn pressed the material at the crotch tighter against my bare pussy underneath. Putting his hands on my knees and legs, he leaned in closer, staring intensely at my crotch for a while before one hand reached out to firmly run a finger up and down the material between my legs. I let out a sharp breath at this sudden touch, and our eyes met as he continued to move the finger up and down, commenting on how he could almost feel me through the material.

This continuing for a while, as I found myself moaning quietly from his fingers pressing against and rubbing my clit through the outfit. He spoke up again at this point, asking for me to pull the top of my outfit down. I shuffled around to free a hand to unzip the back of the outfit slightly, which in turn loosened it enough for me to be able to tug the top down until my breasts popped out of my outfit into plain sight. "Ohhh yes" was his simple response to this, and his hand moved from my pussy to grab, squeeze and massage my newly exposed tits.

After a brief session of this, he then moved closer to me, lowering his head to take one of his nipples into my mouth. As he shifted his lips and tongue from one breast to the other, his hand returned to part my legs once again and began to rub me even more quickly and firmly than before, and I leaned back to enjoy a protracted period of my boobs being ravished and my pussy rubbed through my outfit. My moans turned into breathless gasps as he hit the right spots, and my hips began to move in time with his fingers pressed against my outfit and rubbing me until I came with soft moans and bucking hips.

"Did you cum in your outfit?" he asked, to which I nodded. "I want to taste you, can you pull it to one side?" was his response to this. I told him to bear with me a second, as I fiddled further with unzipping the outfit some more, which allowed me to loosen it up further before I reached down to pull the crotch to one side. I could feel myself how wet I was down there as I did so, and he couldn't resist commenting in a similar vein as he glanced at my bare (beyond my fishnets) pussy for the first time.

Quickly scooting down to get into a comfortable position between my legs in our relatively cramped space, he was soon devouring me – pressing his tongue as deep in me as he could through my tights, and hungrily lapping and sucking at my clit. I raised and spread my legs further, keeping my outfit pulled to one side for him as he massaged my legs and ass as he ate my pussy. Still high from my first orgasm, it felt like no time at all with his tongue working at me until I built towards another orgasm, this time moaning louder with one hand on his head and his mouth clamped on my pussy as I came for the second time.

We both sat back to get our breath back and recover, until I saw him kneeling and unzipping his jeans. From within that zip popped the biggest cock I've seen yet – not so much in length but thickness. He had told me via e-mail that he was thick but I thought he was probably exaggerating, but this clearly wasn't the case, and I almost felt a little intimidated as he shuffled over until it was right in front of my face. Knowing what he wanted, I reached out and stroked his fully erect penis, rubbing the pre-cum into it and wanking it for a while before taking a deep breath and wrapping my lips around it.

I'll be honest – I gave him a terrible blowjob. I kept having to stop to catch my breath, and after a while my jaw started to hurt a little, as I really wasn't used to handling something like this. I was also distracted by his hands, which spend some time on my boobs before a hand again drifted between my legs to rub my clit. Eventually, I raised the white flag and told him I didn't think I could do any more – he looked disappointed, but nodded, and after a pause asked if I could just give him a handjob instead.

So, we ended up with him kneeling next to me as I rapidly stroked the length of his cock in my hand, occasionally leaning forward to suck it briefly or circle my tongue around the tip. He came without warning after 5 minutes or so of this, his thick cum spurting over my boobs and part of my bunny girl outfit as he grunted a few times.

After tucking away his softening penis, grabbing some tissues from his pocket and offering them up for me to clean myself off, he asked if he could lick me one more time before dropping me back near my place. I agreed, settling onto my back again and pulling my outfit aside as he lifted my legs over his shoulders, my high heels resting on his back for another session of lapping at my pussy and licking and sucking on my clit. Eventually, he worked a finger through a small hole in my tights, and our fun ended with him flickering his tongue over my clit while his finger worked quickly and noisily in and out of my wet pussy until I tensed up in another pleasant orgasm.

By this point the built-up heat in the van was stifling, but it also made the outdoor air that hit us as opened the door all the colder. He waited for a while as I straightened up and zipped up my outfit, throwing on my coat and dragging myself out of the back of the van and back into the passenger seat. We then had the drive back home, him quizzing me on some of my past experiences and giving me some open-eyed stares here and there before his eyes returned to the road until dropping me off, where he said goodbye and I walked home in what felt like the freezing cold. Quietly letting myself back in the house, I snuck back to my room, pulled of my heels, outfit and tights and fell into bed to sleep, naked and still a little sticky.

The next morning, I woke to an e-mail that said simply "I never told you how stunning you looked in that costume, did I? Thank you".

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3rwwwd/a_bunny_girls_midnight_rendezvous_fm