Love You Bunny

Chapter 1

God, I want her - if any deity can bless my wish, damning her clothes to disappear from her body and reveal her tight ass, I pledge myself to you, for a lifetime of submission and fealty.

Oblivious to my silent prayers, the 5-foot 5 petite brunette standing across the counter from me kept talking with her polite French accent. She talks to me about her new job, and how she thinks one of the girls is attractive and that I might too – though I am sure she would enjoy the sight of her more than I would.

She continues how after work she strolled across an alley cat bathing in the warming sun, which explained the mess of cat hair across her new top.

Furthermore, she continues her one-sided conversation, although neither of us mind, I love her voice, and she enjoys having a captivated audience to talk about what she wants for dinner tonight. She ponders this for a while, even though it is fake, and she will want pasta or ramen again.

Distracted by our cat entering the room, stretching from its tiresome slumber, he began approaching her for affection and food. She picks him up, adding some orange hair to the black hair that is developing on her new cashmere sweater – I envy him being held tightly to her breasts, but her new position gives me a view of her tight-fitting clothes.

She went back to the cabinet, and finally said she would like Ramen for dinner, to which she began pulling out the ingredients. Before she even had the change to turn on the stove, I reminded her of last time she cooked in nice clothes.

She recalled the incident and wiped an imaginary tear for the previous sweater – withdrawing her body from her new sweater and throwing it onto a nearby couch, which the cat promptly snuggled into for warmth.

Still, she remained in clothes that seemed to nice and elegant to potentially stain, so without hesitation she began stripping down to her black bra to replace it with one of my old shirts.

She took her long leather boots off as well, which returned her to her original height – I'm not sure which was more attractive, her in or out of her clothes. In her leather boots I would recall her straddling me and teasing me, flexing her muscles while she did so. Without her boots she seemed shy, and softer, almost too shy to touch my body for the thousandth time.

After the boots, the pants followed, and her lace underwear was briefly displayed before being hidden by the baggy shirt. Tease.

Between asking me about my day while she cut the vegetables, she thanked me for cleaning up the house, "Wait till you see the bathroom," I replied, a monument to our love as I spent hours hands and knees.

She made some light hearted comment, a trivial nothing of a joke that was only intended to entertain herself – and yet, it sent me over the edge.

It was too much to see her standing there, in my clothes, looking more beautiful than the day I met her – I love her voice, how she talks, how she thinks, the small ways she does things that she considers odd, she feels like my best friend, and she does it all with her ass barely covered in our shirt.

I walked up behind her and she gasped then smiled as I licked and kissed her neck that smelt of her perfume  and sweat.