PETER COTTON TAIL HOPPING
DOWN THE BUNNY TRAIL
Bunny was about to get in the shower when the phone rang. Too far away to answer, she listened for a voice on the speaker and heard her mail room clerk's soothing voice.
"Sorry, I didn't have a chance to see you to your car tonight. Your assistant had me running around helping with the cleanup. Don't know if you missed it yet or not, but you left your bag on my table . . . I've got a few more things to do before I can leave here, but if you haven't gone to sleep, call me on my cell . . . I can drop your stuff off on my way home."
Grabbing a towel she rushed to pick up. "Peter. That's great--I have to have it! Tell you what, if you find some eggs, I'll make us breakfast."
The thought of being alone with Bunny under the same roof in the wee hours of the morning gave him an immediate hard-on. He felt guilty thinking about his beautiful boss like that but he couldn't help himself. Besides it was her fault for smiling at him like that--touching his arm--telling him to call her "Bunny" when everyone else at work called her Ms. Goodhart.
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Peter arrived at 2 A.M. with six eggs and her bag. "Sorry I'm so late. One delay after another, but the good news is the valet scrounged up some duck eggs from the restaurant's fridge."
"Hey, I'm just glad you made it. You are definitely my hero. But enough. Come in and I will make that breakfast I promised you."
"Thanks, I wish I could, but I can't. My mother's waiting up for me. I've got her medicine. She expected it hours ago."
"Hey. No problem. How about brunch instead? We're a regular in the Baymount's Easter Parade--our float sits on a cut-down RV that has a nice little kitchen. I could make us bacon and eggs. You'd have a ring-side seat. Watch Mr. and Mrs. Easter Bunny throwing jelly beans out the sun roof."
Peter perked up and grinned. "Sure, that sounds like fun. What time and where do we meet?"
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Bunny couldn't help but admire Peter as he approached. He was so hunky and hot. What a waste, she thought. And then slapped herself for thinking such naughty thoughts.
"Hell, I'm too old for a kid like him," she muttered. "I need to cool down and act my age. It's over for me, I might as well face the facts."
Putting her regrets behind her, she welcomed him warmly and put on a cheerful face. As they stood discussing the parade plans as Garret, her production manager showed up carrying two rabbit costumes. "I'm sorry, Ms. Goodhart, me and the wife can't play Easter Bunnies this year, we got a emergency. Gotta leave for Alabama shortly, Rhoda's mom is in emergency surgery."
Handing her the costumes he left. Now what was she was going to do? This was her final year with the company--she'd promised her dad to do one last parade before he died--hand out the scholarships he'd promised long ago to children of his employees. The kids and their parents were bound to be disappointed without the rabbits.
"There's no one to take their place. The company employees who are coming are at the other end of the parade route."
Watching a smile creep over his face, Peter said, "Hey Bunny--tell you what, I'll be Mr. Bunny if you'll play Ms. Bunny. What do you think?"
"Peter. Good thinking. It'll solve the problem. Be fun too. And when we do the interview with the press--it'll even make a better story."
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Slipping into the rabbit costumes minus the heads, they sat down at the RV's booth for coffee. Most of the brunch, she'd prepared at home, so it wasn't long before they dove into their delicious feast. After a few bites, Peter summoned up the courage to bring a paper bag up from under the table. "No brunch is complete without champagne," he said, pouring them each glass.
"Cool. Peter. I wondered why you put those plastic goblets on the table . . . I had no idea you were old enough to drink."
"Bunny. Didn't you read my resume when you hired me? I'll be 24 in June."
"Ahhhhh. A Gemini. Tell me, do you have a dual personality?
"I will not comment on that. My old girlfriend accused me of that all the time. I think that horoscope stuff is foolish."
Continuing to work on their drinks, they progressed to questionable "Bunny Rabbit" jokes and by the time they were done eating, they were laughing and bumping butts as they tried to figure out the mechanics of tossing candy out of the sun-roof while proceeding down the parade route.
By the time they had their routine worked out, they were becoming overheated and decided they better not wear their street clothes under the bunny costumes. Slipping in the bathroom one at a time they independently decided to go commando under their bunny suit to cool down.
Right about then the driver came back to the bus. Over the intercom, Bunny assured him she and Peter were all set. Locking the partition between them and the driver, she went to sit down but as they took off, Bunny stumble and fell into Peter's lap. The temptation was just too much. They embraced and fell in a long kiss that made their hands and tongues start a wild exploration.
In the midst of it all the driver came back on the intercom. "Sorry about the bump. I trust you weren't hurt. But If you Easter Bunnies are OK back there, we're off. The marching band has begun to play . . . "
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The huge pockets in their bunny suits were filled with wrapped candy. To reach the open sunroof they stood on the van's bench to make themselves visible to the crowd. Peter looked out to one side of the street, and Bunny towards the other as they waved to the throng.
Getting caught up in the music and cheers they kept bumping hips and grabbing each others cotton tails. Before long he had a raging hard-on and she was soaking wet begging him
to take her. "Please Peter, I need you so bad, I don't care if we're bad bunnies, I don't care!"
With her elbows out the roof to support herself, she smiled and waved at the crowd. He braced himself with one hand on her hip. With the other he reached in her bunny suit and massaged her sex as as he continued unzipping the back of her costume all the way down to the back of her knees. Reaching into her suit as she waved, he played with her hard ripe nips until she ducked back inside and begged him again, "Oh baby, sweet Peter Rabbit, take me! I wanna hop down the bunny trail with you and over the cliff . . . take me . . . take me now!" Pulling his long thick cock out through the fur of his costume, he slipped it inside her costume right below her fluffy white tail finding precisely the spot where he'd longed to put it ever since she first hired him.
TO BE CONTINUED: PETER COTTON TAIL
HOPPING DOWN THE BUNNY TRAIL (Part 2)