3 comments/ 18965 views/ 1 favorites The Rabbit Ch. 02 By: Sinthia3000 Sahara once again walked down Michigan Avenue, going much farther than she needed to on her way to the bus stop. The street construction had long ago been completed, and she didn't have to walk as far anymore, but she did it anyway. She told herself it was because of the exercise, but she knew better. She was hoping to see him again. The boy at the coffee shop. Ever since that night when he'd inspired her to wear out her rabbit vibrator, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Almost nightly she passed that café, hoping to get one more glance of him, but with no luck. She never saw him again. She slowed her pace as she neared the café, unconciously crossing her fingers. She didn't know why she wanted to see him again so badly, she knew she'd never have the nerve to say anything to him. It had been so long since anyone had inspired this feeling within her, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She'd masturbated to him constantly since that night. He crept into her dreams and she even found herself daydreaming at work and in her classes. She'd gotten so into her routines, she'd never really thought about romance. That was until he appeared. He'd looked so hopeful, so wistful, it inspired the same within her. And now he was gone. She stopped just before stepping in front of the picture window, catching her breath and uncrossing her fingers. What if he was there? Then what? Would she finally follow through on her fantasies? She laughed to herself, knowing it would never happen. With this thought she stepped in front of the window, and once again was disappointed. She stared at the rows of bookshelves behind the random tables of people sipping coffee, talking animatedly to each other, or quietly reading a book. She didn't see any of them, however, she was too busy thinking about what she was missing. Once again, he'd eluded her. It had been months since that night, why couldn't she let him go? Sighing to herself, she shrugged her shoulders, turning to the door of the café and going inside before she could stop herself. She waundered to the booth were the boy had been sitting and settled in, her eyes drifting out the window and up to the sky. The moon hung there, full and calm, as if it had been waiting for her. She smiled to herself, remembering his expression once again. He'd been looking up as if there were an answer there to an unasked question, something to fill the sadness in his face and make it go away. Sahara's expression soon matched his as she realized that there were no answers to be had, only questions. She propped her face on her balled up fist, still looking up, so mesmerized now that she couldn't turn away. Tim strolled down Michigan, his hands in his pockets, hugging his body despite the warmth of the night. He could smell rain in the air and he hoped he wouldn't get caught in it. He didn't know why he was back here, or where he was even going. He'd lost all direction when his grandfather finally died, and he just longed to feel anything again. He'd checked into a hotel earlier so he could get away from home for a couple of days. There were too many memories at home. He just needed to be somewhere that wouldn't evoke so many emotions. He hoped that for once he'd get a full night's sleep. As he lay in the hotel bed, smelling the starched perfection of the sheets, he was wide awake and finding his mind drifting down the street to the café he used to frequent. He couldn't believe he hadn't been there in so long. Not since the night he'd been studying the moon. The night he'd seen Sahara. Part of his inability to sleep was due to the dreams she'd frequented. He often woke up in the middle of them, racing to the bathroom as he'd done in his grandfather's hospital room. He felt guilty ever since about doing that there and often stopped himself before he could fully cum, increasing his inability to get back to sleep. He jumped from the bed, still wide awake, and pulled on his clothes, heading out into the dark night, hoping a walk would clear his mind and make him sleepy. As he strolled up Michigan, he suddenly knew where he was heading and why. He knew how he'd finally sleep. He only hoped she'd be there to make it a reality. Tim shifted uncomfortably as the thought of her made his cock stiffen. He removed his hands from his pockets to give him more room as it continued to grow. He fought the urge to touch it, afraid someone may emerge at that very moment and catch him. He quickened his pace, hoping he would soon have another method of relieving himself. Sahara finally awoke from her daydream feeling self-concious about being in the café without ordering. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to be looking at her. Sighing in relief, she turned back to the window, drawing in her breath sharply as she stared back into the eyes of the man who'd been her fantasy for the past four months. She was frozen in her seat, unable to believe it was really him. She blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and each time, he was still there, looking back at her. They stared at each other for a moment, then he turned away. Sahara sat up straight in the booth, about to call out until she realized he wouldn't be able to hear her anyway. She wanted to do something but felt helpless. What if he wasn't even interested, what if he would think she was crazy? She racked her brain for an answer when she noticed him turn back in her direction slightly. He gave her one last very long look before walking down the sidewalk. Sahara suddenly relaxed, knowing what she needed to do. She took a moment to collect herself, then slowly slid out of the booth, leaving the café and following him down the street. Tim walked down the sidewalk at a fast pace, his heart racing. He only hoped that she would follow him. He didn't know what to say to her, or if she would even be interested. He only hoped she had gotten the hint from his glance. He took a quick look behind him and saw the door to the café open and he saw her walk out, looking around in confusion. Smiling to himself, he quickened his pace even more, ducking into an alley and pressing himself against the wall, trying to quiet his ever-increasing breath as he waited for her. Sahara made her way down the sidewalk, feeling silly. What if he hadn't been looking at her? What if this was all a mistake and he was just playing with her? What if-her thought was interrupted as a hand shot out from the dark and grabbed her, pulling her into an alley. Her scream was stiffled by another hand over her mouth. It was quickly removed and the scream died on her lips as she saw Tim standing in front of her. Her mouth opened again but instead of screaming, she quickly covered his with it, hungrily devouring his tongue, pouring her fantasies of the past month into the kiss. Tim was surprised at first but quickly recovered, kissing her back and pulling her closer, sliding his tongue along hers and kissing her harder. Sahara pressed her body into his, happy when she felt the strain of his cock against her leg. She slid a hand down to cover it, groaning when she felt a more than eight inch length beneath her hand. She unbuttoned his pants as they continued kissing and she heard him gasp as her hand slid inside. They came up for air, both breathing hard as she stroked his cock, sliding his zipper down and freeing it. She slid his jeans down to his knees and quickly fell to hers, gobbling his cock greedily as he threw his head back against the brick wall behind them, moaning out loud as her warm slippery mouth covered him, her hand holding the places her mouth couldn't reach. She pumped him with her fist as her mouth slid up and down on his cock, coating it with her saliva and slurping loudly. He moved his hips against her mouth, his hand going to her head to guide himself further in. She widened her mouth, his width stretching her lips and she struggled to get him in deeper. She pulled back a little, only to descend again, taking him in further as her other hand reached for his balls. "Ooohhh...yeah...ohhh fuck," Tim moaned, unable to help himself as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and took his balls in her mouth, sucking on them and moving them around with her tongue. He struggled to keep his composure as she brought him closer to losing it completely. As good as it felt having her suck him off, he didn't want it to end just yet. There was much more they needed to do first. He slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling her to her feet and pushing her against the opposite wall. He kissed her deeply, kneading her full breasts with his hand, slipping it under her shirt, moaning aloud when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He pushed her shirt up and quickly sucked up one of her dark brown nipples, flicking it with his tongue, biting and sucking, squeezing her breast with his hand and nibbling on one nipple while his other hand cupped the other. Sahara arched her back, sliding one hand under her skirt and sliding a finger in her wet pussy and pulling it across her clit, sending a shiver through her. She rubbed her juices on her nipple, guiding his lips to that breast. He sucked her nipple greedily, rolling his tongue around it then opening his mouth to take in as much of it as possible. She pulled his face up to hers and they kissed hotly again. Her hands ran through his hair, going to the top of his head and pushing it down to her dripping wet pussy. He shoved her skirt up to her waist, drapping her legs over his shoulder as he dove face-first into her, bathing his face in her juicy sweetness. Sahara rode his face, ignoring the rough brick digging into her back as his tongue hit her clit, sending a rush of pleasure through her and making her cum onto his waiting tongue. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers as he dug out her snatch with his tongue, sending another shiver through her as she came again, falling against the wall and grabbing his head, pulling it further into the tunnel of her slippery pussy, arching her hips into him and crossing her legs behind his head as she collapsed, breathing hard. She uncrossed her legs and slid her legs shakily to the ground. He quickly turned her around, bending her over and sliding behind her. Sahara, still in heaven after cumming twice, obliged, bending over and sticking her round voluptuous ass in the air. Tim groaned, sliding his hands over her smooth, beautiful ass, cupping each cheek in his hands, dropping to his knees to kiss each one then sliding his tongue to the top, across, then back down, ending in between her cheeks to suck her pussy again from behind. Sahara leaned forward even more, exposing her pussy for him more as he dug his face in further, spreading her cheeks and shaking his head back and forth quickly, enjoying the vibration of her ass against his face. He ate her for a minute longer until he couldn't hold off any longer. He quickly stood, sliding his dick along the crack of her ass before sliding it in. It felt so good he took a moment to catch his breath before he gripped her hips and started pounding away at her from behind, pulling her hips against him as he pushed forward, ramming himself into her so forcefully her ass shook like jelly with each thrust. He could hear the wet slap of his cock as her pussy sucked him in deeper with each thrust and he quickened his pace, so turned on he could hardly contain himself. He forced himself to slow down to hold back his orgasm, but each stroke made it more impossible to stop the flood he felt about to explode from deep within. Her pussy felt so good around him, holding his cock in a vise grip like he had never felt before. Sahara held onto the wall, lifting her ass as he fucked her a jackhammer. "Mmmm....oh yes....mmmmm...fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, pushing back against him as he rammed even harder into her. She couldn't believe she was doing this, and in public no less. As he continued to stroke, seeming to go deeper with every movement, she realized she didn't care. She could vaguely hear the pounding of the rain on the street and she imagined what it would be like if they were out there, getting wet as they fucked like animals. She reached down and fingered her clit as he continued to beat away at her from behind. She stood up, lifting her shirt as he continued to work her over. His hands crept around to her nipples and cupped her breasts, playing with them as he deepened his stroke. He finally reached his crescendo, groaning aloud and jerking his hips against her with each jolt of the cum spilling from him. His strokes slowly subsided and they both fell back against the wall. Sahara lay against him with her skirt still around her waist, breasts exposed, and Tim still inside her. As she caught her breath she focused on the rain again, looking out at the street, wondering briefly what they'd do if anyone came into their hiding place, looking for refuge from the rain. "I didn't even realize it was raining," Tim said softly against her ear once he'd caught his breath. She could feel his fingertips still teasing her nipples and she felt a surge of excitement well up within her. She swallowed it back, unable to speak for fear her voice would sound too shaky. She just nodded, suddenly realizing she had just had wild amazing sex with a total stranger. She fought the apprehension she felt rising in her stomach, not sure what she should do. Should she cover herself up and run away? Pretend all of this had never happened? Thankfully, Tim spoke up. "I'd really like to continue this in a drier place if you don't mind," he said. Sahara smiled. So he wasn't done yet. Good. In spite of her embarrassment, her lust was still stronger. She'd worry about getting to know him better later. "What do you have in mind?" she said, her voice husky with the possibility of fucking him again. She could feel herself getting wet at just the thought of it. "I have a hotel room just down the street. I know that sounds tacky, but trust me I got it long before I even knew I'd see you again." "Doesn't sound tacky at all. In fact, it sounds like a plan." "Mmmm...I was hoping you'd say that. I wish we could walk down there like this. I don't even want to pull out of you, you feel so damn good." "I know, but don't worry, you'll soon be back inside. As soon as we get inside that is," she said, laughing. "Mmmm..I can't wait," he said, slowly sliding out of her and pulling his pants back up. Sahara got herself together and once they were done, they looked at each other as if finally seeing each other for the first time. Tim smiled, holding out his hand to her. She smiled back, taking it as they ran together into the wet, waiting night. The Rabbit Ch. 03 Tim and Sahara ran all the way to the hotel, hand in hand. As they reached the overhang they slowed their pace, hands still entwined, ducking from the row of lights illuminating their disheveled appearance from above. Tim nodded to the bellboy standing in front of the door as Sahara ducked her head, sure that one look in the man's face would reveal their illicit fling of just moments before. She was vaguely aware of what was going on around her-the feel of the heating lamps just before they entered the vast lobby of the hotel, the swish of people around them, the low murmur of voices. It all blurred together as she held Tim's hand, the warmth of his fingers in hers anchoring her to reality. She couldn't believe she'd followed him to this place. As she felt the doubts settling back in, she felt the delicious shiver of a stray drop of pussy juice slide down the inside of her thigh. Taking a deep, involuntary breath she pushed herself forward in spite of the sudden weakness in her knees, the driving need to feel Tim inside her again pushing away any lasting reservations she may have. They'd rode the elevator in silence, still connected by their hands, though they refused to look one another in the face. Acknowledging what had happened would break the spell, and the night was still young. Tim finally released Sahara's hand to open the door to his room, allowing her to walk inside first. Sahara heard the door click softly behind her as she stood in the middle of the room, overwhelmed by the oppulence before her. The king-sized bed took up a sizeable portion of the wall to her left, flanked by a large full length mirror hanging on the wall across from it. She wondered briefly if they'd get much use out of it. She held her breath as she heard Tim take a few tentative steps in her direction. She began to worry she couldn't do any more. Why had she come? "Is there anything I can get for you?" Tim asked. "I can order room service-" "It's okay," Sahara replied, cutting him off. She turned to face him, barely able to meet his eyes as scenes from the alley flashed in her mind. "I just need to use the bathroom. My hair is a mess from the rain-I'm afraid it's going to be impossible to do anything with it now-" "You look beautiful to me." "Thanks," she said, a surprised smile lighting her face. "No problem. The bathroom is right in there. Take your time." Sahara nodded, making her way into the bathroom, self-consciously touching her hair as she went. Once safely inside, Sahara was once again overwhelmed by the beauty of the room. Besides the counter which held two sinks, there was also a large sunken tub set up on a small platform, and a shower stall set off by itself. Unable to help herself, she glanced quickly out the door to check on Tim. Finding him sprawled across the bed asleep, she quickly closed the door, throwing off her wet clothes and turning on the shower, stepping beneath the strong, tepid water and letting it flow over her, washing her clean. As she soaped herself up, Sahara felt her mind drifting back to the alley, the water crashing around her reminding her of the rain pounding Michigan Avenue as Tim pounded her from behind. Groaning, she slid a hand between her thighs, rinsing herself off enough so no soap got inside as she slid a finger along her clit. The water slipped in, joining the wetness already there. She leaned against the clear shower doors, opening her legs slightly as she imagined Tim was between them once again, on his knees, tasting and sucking her clit, sliding his tongue deep inside her and lapping up her wetness like a cat with milk. "Mmmm...." she moaned, her hips working against her hand, increasing the friction and motion of her hand up and down, up and down. She could feel the blood rushing to her pussy, the lips swelling with arousal. Sahara propped a leg against the wall of the shower in front of her, using one hand to hold onto the wall to her right. Her left hand reached blindly for the shower head, detaching it from its holder above her as she drew it to her throbbing wet pussy. The water tickled her clit, sending a delicious shiver through her as she pretended the lick of the drops hitting her most sensitive area was Tim's tongue once again. Switching the stream of water to pulse, Sahara felt her knees buckle at the gentle vibrations hitting her clit, giving her so much pleasure she almost couldn't bear to continue. She clamped her thighs together around the shower head, holding it in place as the water continued to pound into her, driving her closer and closer to a climax. As she got closer, she moved one hand to her breasts, kneading them hard and squeezing her nipples, the slight pain sending her over the edge. Crying out, she felt her orgasm rip through her, her eyes flying open in time to see Tim watching her on the other side of the slightly steamed shower door. She watched as he stood there, still in his wet clothes, his face still but filled with desire as he watched her cum over and over. The more he watched, the more aroused she became, and it seemed as though her orgasm would never end. His eyes on her just egged her on more, until with one last thrust, she was finally done. She collapsed forward, her knees shaking as she groped for the faucet, finally shutting the water off and sliding to the floor of the shower, completely spent and totally satisfied. When she'd finally caught her breath and looked up again, Tim was gone. Taking one last breath, she fell back against the tile, waiting for her body to recover so she could get to her feet again without fear of falling back down. Tim lay on the bed in the next room, spent after watching Sahara in the shower. He'd run to the toilet, cumming into it as he could hear her climaxing behind him, so far into her own orgasm she didn't notice him. He'd collected himself before she could see him, going back into the room and collapsing across the bed, waiting for her to come back out so they could finish what they'd started earlier. Unfortunately, he was so wiped out by his own orgasm, he soon fell asleep where he lay, fully clothed on the bed. He awoke later to find Sahara asleep beside him, cradled in a white fluffy hotel robe. He stirred slowly, turning to watch her sleep, her deep brown skin standing out in stark contrast to the bleached white of the robe. Her hair lay fanned out on the pillow under her head, and he watched as she took deep, slow breaths, her chest rising and falling with each one. Her robe was open slightly and he swallowed hard against the delicious peak of breast visible, the dark nipple hard despite the warmth of the room. She looked so peaceful, she made him feel at peace for the first time in a long time. The time he'd spent with her thus far had made him forget about the loss of his grandfather. He wasn't sure yet where things were going between them, but he knew he was glad he'd taken the chance and shown up at the café again. Stripping down to his boxer briefs, he slid under the thick warm hotel comforter and pulled Sahara in close, sliding back into sleep as he held her, the warmth of her body easing him into a peace he thought he'd never feel again. Tim awoke later to find Sahara no longer in his arms. As he slowly pulled himself upright, he found her sitting at the small dining table in the room watching him. He rubbed his eyes, still trying to wake up, happy she was still there as he found his penis suddenly springing to attention as was the custom every morning. "Hey there sleepyhead" Sahara said, smiling at him. "I was about to order breakfast but I wasn't sure if it was okay-" "Of course it's okay. Order whatever you want." "Great, why don't you take a shower, and I'll order the food. Anything you want in particular?" Tim pushed himself out of the bed and made his way over to her, pulling her to her feet and holding her close to him, gripping her generous ass through the thickness of the robe. "There is one thing," he said, kissing her deeply. "But I think we'd better eat first to get our strength back up." He kissed her again, sliding this tongue along the length of hers as they kissed, enjoying the wetness of her tongue against his and getting lost in her kiss again, the sweetness of her mouth once again driving away his grief. He felt a tug in his boxer briefs and forced himself to pull away. "Mmmm...you're right. You're making me weak again. I definitely need to eat first, but hold that thought for later," Savannah murmured, kissing him again once more. "For now, go get yourself cleaned up then we can have breakfast on the balcony." "Okay I'll be right out." Tim took off for the bathroom as Sahara ordered breakfast, throwing open the windows to welcome in a new sunny day. By the time Tim was finished showering, he entered the room still in his robe, drying his hair with a towel and following the welcoming scent of pancakes, sausages, bacon and fresh fruit to the balcony where Sahara stood, pouring orange juice for them both, still in her robe. Tim smiled as her robe fell open a little, exposing a little of her breast with every movement. He fought the surge he felt beneath the robe, wanting her again already but knowing they needed to eat first. Sahara smiled when she saw him. "Good you're ready. Come sit down and eat." "Sure. Everything looks so good," Tim said, eyeing her as he spoke. She met his gaze, smiling shyly at his implication. "I agree. The food's not bad either," she said, sipping her orange juice as she held his gaze over the rim. Tim smiled at her as he dug in, eating a piece of bacon which made his full lips shiny with grease which Sahara fought the urge to lick off. She quickly looked away, overwhelmed. She'd never been like this about anyone and it scared her. Everything in her life to this point had been so perfectly planned, and yet here she was, having spent the night with a complete stranger and completely ready to stay the rest of the day. Tim took in her introspective expression, a little worried that maybe she was having second thoughts about what they'd done. "Is everything okay?" he asked. "Of course. It's just that all of this is new to me. I've never done anything like this before. It's just so strange to me that I don't know you yet I feel so comfortable right now. I guess this is what I needed, even if I didn't know it." "I know what you mean. My life has been a bit crazy lately which is why I rented this room. I just needed to get away from-" his voice caught in his throat as he fought a wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm him. Sahara's hand immediately went to his, calming him as he slowly regained his composure. "It's okay, you don't need to talk about it," she said softly. "Whatever it is, it will be okay eventually. Just take it one day at a time." Tim nodded, chewing thoughtfully and still struggling to fight his emotions. "I know that's true, but it's still hard. You see, my grandfather is all I had here. My parents are back in Korea, and he brought me here to give me a better life. All I know here is him, I don't know how I'm going to make it without him." Tim lost his composure completely, breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably. Sahara watched in shock for a moment, not sure what to do. She broke out of her daze and went to Tim, sitting in his lap and embracing him, holding him close as he continued to cry into her robe, stifling his sobs. "It's okay. Everything will be okay." Tim finally stopped crying, lifting his head from her breast and wiping his face self-consciously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put all of this on you. You don't even know me-" "It's okay. I know enough. It's obvious we both needed something to come and help us forget, and we've found that. I only hope I've been able to help you feel better." "Are you kidding? Can't you feel how much better I feel already?" he said, subtly shifting his hips so that his hardness pressed against her ass through the robe. "Oh, wow, I feel you all right," she said, her voice husky as she leaned in to kiss him slowly, feeling a slight tinge between her own thighs. Their kisses grew deeper as Tim's hands slowly ran up and down her back, his legs sliding open as he pushed back from the table slightly, shifting her body until she was facing him, her legs straddling his waist. They continued to kiss as he undid the belt to her robe, sliding it open so that he could reach her breasts. Her robe slid open, exposing her nipples to the morning air until Tim's mouth closed over them, the warmth after the cold a welcome shock. She gasped, moaning and moving her now wet pussy against his hardening cock, the feel of their mingling skin and sweat mixing and making her drip onto his hardness. His lips clamped down on her breasts harder, and Sahara pulled him even closer, their bodies moving closer together, partially covered by the robes. Tim's mouth found his way up to hers again and they kissed each other hungrily, Sahara moving her body so that Tim could slide inside of her smoothly, feeling like home. She held on tight as he pushed himself deep inside of her, filling her completely and making her arch her back, her eyes open wide as his lips found her nipples again. Staring above her, she could see someone else on a balcony above them, looking out at the view of Lake Michigan, close to catching them any second. In spite of this, Sahara rode Tim harder, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own, crying out as he hit her spot, arching her back again as her robe fell open, exposing her breasts fully as she leaned against the table for leverage, pulling herself along his length before thrusting him deep back inside over and over. As she looked up again, she met the eyes of the man standing there, now looking down at them in shock. The man appeared to be embarrassed, but he didn't look away. Sahara pulled her hips away from Tim again, watching as he slid back into her time and again, getting more and more turned on by how good he was fucking her and that they were being watched. She leaned back further on the table, stealing glances at the man above them who was still watching. She continued working her hips in circles against Tim, drawing him in, then back out, kneading his dick with her wet pussy, milking it for all she was worth. Tim reached forward, leaning against the table himself as he drove himself deeper inside of Sahara, obscuring the view of the man above them who he was not aware of, so intent on enjoying every inch of Sahara. He stood slightly, holding her up by the ass as she continued to grip the table, driving himself as deep inside of her as he could go, shaking the glasses on the table and even knocking a few off. Their movements became more frenzied and Tim's hands found the stick of butter on the table, as he fought for leverage. His fingers slipped into the butter and he drew them out, suddenly slathering it on Sahara's neck and down to her breasts, his tongue quickly lapping it up, turning him on even more. He pulled out of her and swept moved some items aside on the table, laying her on it as he continued to lap up the butter, following it up with some powered sugar which he quickly licked away as well, enjoying the mix of the sweetness with the saltiness of her skin and the butter that still remained. Sahara moaned as he made her his morning buffet, grabbing his hair as he licked and sucked her clean. Her eyes were closed as he made his way down slowly, leaving a trail of wetness as he settled into her belly button. She felt something dripping on her then and she opened her eyes to see Tim drizzling her belly button with honey. She licked her lips as his eyes met hers. His tongue darted out, tracing along the edge of her belly button, his eyes filled with lust and longing. Watching him, Sahara's body shuddered, the force of her orgasm causing her whole body to shake along with the table as it roared through her. Tim's face quickly disappeared between her thighs, lapping up her juices, sticking his tongue deep inside of her, hitting her g-spot and causing her to cum again violently, holding onto his head again so that she wouldn't fall off the table. He continued to eat her out, his hands spreading the lips of her pussy so that his tongue could explore deep inside of her. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, humming against it as she fought the urge to come again, trying to hold off. Thankfully, Tim pulled away, kissing her thighs and spreading the wetness now covering his face. He paused to smile up at her and she returned his smile the best she could, too weak from her pleasure to give him a full smile. Still smiling at her, he reached to her left, grabbing a handful of raspberries, putting a few in his mouth and disappearing once again between her thighs. Almost desperate with her ecstasy, she tried to protest as she felt his tongue probing her again, his fingers slowly opening her lips, sliding with her wetness. He persisted, however, and she felt the slightly prickly feel of the raspberries as he worked them into her. The sensation made her so ticklish she writhed beneath him, forcing him to wrap an arm around her hips to try and hold them against the table as he fought to hold her still as her hips bucked against his mouth. She planted her feet against his shoulders, lifting her hips into his mouth as he stuck his tongue in deep, first moving the raspberries in further before slowly eating them back out. Sahara shuddered with yet another orgasm, her eyes flying open in time to see the man above her again, his own face contorting into an obvious unplanned orgasm as he witnessed her reach the height of her pleasure. Shocked at being caught, he quickly backed away from the edge of the balcony and out of sight. Sahara laughed softly to herself and slowly lowered her legs to the ground, so shaky she could barely move. She sat up, kissing Tim again deeply as she regained her footing, and turned around, gripping the table once again as he lifted her robe and took her from behind, leaning back and holding onto her breasts as he fucked her hard from behind, her ass quivering with each thrust, her breasts still moving in spite of his tight grip on them. Throwing all sense of decency to the wind, Tim and Sahara both moaned, loud, fucking each other for all they were worth. Sahara leaned further over the table as Tim bent his knees, thrusting up into her, his movements quickening as he started building toward his climax. "Oh my God, I'm about to cum! Oh my God you feel so good I can't stop-" "It's okay, go ahead," Sahara grunted as his pace increased. His hands slipped to her hips as he moved faster against her, crying out as his body shuddered against hers, his hot cum spilling into her and overflowing to run down the inside of her thigh. He collapsed against her, one hand holding onto the table for support and he continued to shake his remaining jism into her. Finally his shakes subsided, and they stood there together on the balcony with him still inside of her, holding onto each other as if they'd tumble over the edge of the balcony if they let go. "So much for that shower I just took," Tim said, laughing softly. "It's okay. Part of the fun of getting clean is getting dirty again." Sahara said, turning her head to kiss him softly. "Well it was worth it," he said. "Damn I wish we could stay like this but I have a feeling we may have already given the neighbors a bit of a show." "Hmmm, you may just be right about that," Sahara said mischieviously, getting a nice shiver through her body at the thought of the man watching them earlier. "Besides I'm afraid I've gotten you all sticky. Guess we'll have to get you cleaned up," he smiled at her, gently kissing her neck which told Sahara she probably wouldn't stay clean for long. The Rabbit Ch. 03 "Yes we should probably do that," she agreed as he slid out of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting to be filled by him again. She pulled her robe around her to preserve his scent on her skin before she'd soon be cleaning it off again. "No time like the present," Tim said, lifting her into his arms and carrying her back into the room.