Delays and Layovers
The following story contains:
M/F
Oral
Vaginal
Public
DISCLAIMER: This is an adult story. No one under 18 should read it. Not my fault if you do!
Francis stepped out of the taxi after handing the cabbie a 20 dollar bill and told him to keep the change. The cab driver thanked him profusely for the 8 dollar tip and drove off as Francis made his way into the airport. The white bunny made his way over to the automatic check-in kiosks. He was quite glad that these had become instantly popular and that pretty much every airline had them as it made checking in much easier than it used to be. He was carrying two suitcases along with a book bag that had various items to entertain him on the plane.
After checking in for his flight, he grumbled to find out that it had a three hour delay. He was now stuck in the airport for five hours. He sighed and walked up to the baggage counter to hand the agent his bags to check. The agent gave a courteous smile and took his bags. He thanked the agent and turned around, almost colliding with a pretty vixen.
"Oh! Sorry about that!" he said and she replied telling him it was alright. Francis continued toward the security check station and sighed softly as he stood in line. Traveling was usually fun for him, but this was one of the times that made it not fun. His grandmother had died and he was traveling back home for the funeral. He walked up to the conveyor belt, putting his bag on it and wasn't wearing shoes as they rarely made cheap shoes for his unusually large bunny feet. He walked through and was a bit relieved when the alarm didn't go off indicating that he had no metal on him. He didn't have anything illegal, but he was still always nervous when he went through the metal detectors.
He grabbed his bag and headed toward his gate, thinking that he might grab a bite to eat. Heading into one of the food courts, the bunny saw the normal restaurants: McDonald's...Burger King...Wendy's. He decided on the pub he saw..."Tiggie's Place." Cute. He headed into the bar and found himself a seat at the bar. He liked sitting at the bar because he got to watch the bartender make drinks. Francis was in training to get his bartending license and liked seeing how other 'tenders worked.
Before he could order, he sensed someone sit next to him at the crowded bar and looked over to see the vixen that he had a near-collision with.
"Well, hello again!" he said, smiling.
The vixen grinned a bit, "Ah...the bunny that has no eyes, right?"
They laughed and each ordered a drink. He saw her order a beer and ordered the same. Both were silent for a few moments before he heard her speak.
"So, where you headed?" she asked him.
"Oh...I'm headed back home for my grandmother's funeral..." he said softly.
She frowned a little and patted his shoulder, "Oh, I'm sorry...were you close?"
He shrugged a little as he sipped his beer, "Well...we were when I was younger, but...I moved here five years ago and we've not seen each other all that often..."
The vixen nodded and sipped her beer as well as she turned a bit on her stool to sit toward him, "Yeah...that's tough. I'm headed to my sister's wedding."
He laughed a bit and nodded, "Quite a contrast in travel, huh?"
She nodded and sipped her beer, "Yeah, you can't really get much more opposite than that. This is actually my layover. Three hours..."
"Oh, yeah? My plane doesn't leave for three hours too. Delayed," Francis said in reply, glad he'd at least get to talk with the pretty fox for a while longer.
Francis held a paw up to the waitress and ordered some cheese sticks and looked back to the vixen as he sipped his beer.
"So, my name is...well, my friends call me Vanny...my name is sort of...unorthodox," she said softly.
Francis grinned, "Unorthodox? My name is Francis. One of the dorkiest names I've ever heard, so yours can not be that bad."
The vixen smirked and set her beer down and crossed her arms, "Vanilla. It's Vanilla. Laugh, I dare ya."
The bunny chuckled a bit at the look of her trying to be intimidating. He shook his head, "I wouldn't dream of it! I like it!"
The vixen scoffed and brushed off the compliment, "My friends always tease me and say I should change my name to Kinks."
The bunny raised an eyebrow and saw how the vixen looked at him and suddenly realized that she might be hitting on him and tried to think of something witty to say, "Oh? Well...I like it either way..." he almost smacked himself at the awful response to that.
The vixen didn't seem to have a negative reaction to this response, however. She actually smiled a bit more and reached out, patting his shoulder, "Subtle. Real smooth, bunny boy. You're lucky you're cute."
The bunny grinned a bit more as she said that and looked to her. The vixen was giving him a bit of an odd look which Francis interpreted as seduction. They both smiled as the cheese sticks arrived and they ate them along with the beer, making small talk. He talked about growing up on a farm and all the chores he had to do, while Vanny talked about how she grew up in the city.
Francis let out a loud gasp as he suddenly felt a footpaw slip up his jeans a bit and he looked to Vanny who merely grinned at him and winked. She leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "I'll meet you in the bathroom over there in five minutes."
With that, she stood up and walked over to the male's restroom, glancing around quickly before slipping into it when no one is looking. Francis was amazed by her gall and boldness. He waited the five minutes and watched as a few guys walked out of the bathroom with odd looks on their face. He walked into the bathroom and cleared his throat, murmuring Vanilla's name. He heard her giggle in the handicap stall. He walked over and opened the door.
Vanilla pulled the door shut and locked it as she pressed up against the bunny, kissing him deeply. They both groaned softly at the long-anticipated kiss, her tongue plunging into his muzzle. His arms wrapped around her as they made out in the men's restroom. Vanilla apparently didn't want to wait as he felt paws slip down to try to tug open the bunny's jeans. She finally got them open and pulled out his quickly hardening bunnyhood, making him moan out and cover his muzzle with his paw.
He watched the vixen slide down to her knees and grin up at him as she lapped at his tip before closing her soft lips around his tip and sink down on his modest six inches of bunny cock. He gasped and gripped the top of the stall to hold himself up as her muzzle quickly began to bob on his dick, sucking it expertly. He bit his bottom lip as he fought off a moan, not wanting to attract attention and end the wonderful blowjob the vixen was giving him. He shuddered as her paw cupped his balls, rubbing them as her muzzle sucked at him, drawing his precum into her muzzle. She moaned into his cock and pulled back, licking the tip after a few moments.
"Mmm...so, is it true about bunnies?" She asked, winking up at him as she stood and turned around, bending over the toilet to expose her hot ass under her short skirt. She wore red lacey panties, which appeared to be quite damp, turning Francis on even more. He groaned and walked forward, grasping her hips as he ground his stiff cock against the covered crack of her ass.
"Mmm...it's much better if I show you instead of tell you, babe," He said as his paws slide under her skirt, slowly pulling the panties to her knees. She moaned softly as he slid a finger up into her tight wet pussy. She shuddered and gripped at the toilet. Francis shivered a bit as he slowly pulled his finger from her damp sex, moving more behind her to press his tip to her pussy.
"Oh, Francis...yes," Vanny moaned softly and let out a loud gasp as the bunny pushed his 6 inches of lapine cock into her pussy. Francis moaned out as well as he felt her heat and slipped fully into her body, wrapping his arms around her. He held himself inside of her for a moment, his paws cupping her breasts through her shirt. They tried to be quiet so as not to alert any security-type officials who might stop their fun.
After a few moments, Francis began to pull back and thrust back into the vixen beneath him, drawing a moan out of her again. Her paw gripping the toilet seat and she shuddered at the pleasure from his meat. Francis leaked pre into her body as he began to mate her quickly, both wanting to take as short a time as possible so as not to get caught.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and they froze, each holding their breath. Vanilla grinned a bit and thrust her sex back on the bunny's shaft, drawing a gasp from him as he covered his muzzle and glared down at the naughty vixen beneath him. They heard the sound of urination in one of the urinals. Then came the sound of water as the unknown person washed their paws. Finally, there came the sound of the door again. As soon as they heard it close, they resumed their fervent mating, Francis thrusting into the vixen quickly as he quickly rose toward his climax. Vanilla suddenly let out a yelp and Francis felt her pussy clamp around his cock and he came hard, throwing his head back as thick ropes of bunny spunk shot into her waiting cunny.
"G-god, Francis...oh yes...we...we better get out of here..." Vanny panted as Francis slowly pulled out of her. Both got redressed and cautiously, one after the other, they went back outside into the terminal. They glanced around and nobody seemed to notice.
Both smiled at each other. Francis leaned forward and kissed the vixen softly.
"Thanks...I needed that," he said softly.
Vanilla smiles back and rubbed his cheek gently, "Mmm...anytime, dear...well, I'd better go...my flight's leaving soon."
"Yeah, mine too. Hey, if you're ever...back here...gimme a call, okay?" Francis said, a little cautiously. He wasn't sure what kind of vixen Vanilla was. Was she just looking for a quickie?
Vanilla grinned and pulled out her address book for Francis to right his number down on. They kissed one more time and parted. Even though he was just in the bathroom, Francis had to actually go to the bathroom this time.
After a few minutes, the bunny came back out and walked to his gate where the plane was just beginning to board. He hiked his book bag on his shoulder and made his way onto the plane after handing his ticket to the ticket-taker. He was sitting in seat 12-A: a window seat. Not really his favorite place to be on a plane when he was alone. He hated having to ask the person beside him to get up if he needed to use the restroom. He found his seat and slid into the two-seat aisle, setting his bag underneath the seat in front of him.
The magazines in the seat pocket were the normal catalogs and such things. Francis was glad that he had brought his MP3 player with him so that he would have something to do. He lounged back in the seat and waited for the extremely fat male to sit beside him which was inevitably the type of person who always managed to sit beside him when he flew.
"Well, well. From Ohio, are we?" came a voice and Francis' head jerked toward the aisle where he saw Vanilla slip into the seat beside him.
"W-what...? Well, yeah I am, you...?" he said, stammering in surprise.
The vixen grinned a bit and held out her ticket to reveal her seat number: 12-B, "Well, this is just going to be the best flight ever, hmm?" she said, leaning over to kiss Francis' cheek gently.
Francis whole-heartedly agreed and they began discussing places they used to go in more detail now that they realized how much they had in common. Vanilla and Francis had grown up not twenty miles apart. Before they even realized it, the plane had taken off and the flight attendants were starting to come down the aisles with the drinks.
"You know what we could do?" Vanilla grinned a bit, looking to Francis with a wink.
The bunny thought he liked where this was going. It was going to be the best flight ever.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm on a roll! This was a quickie I've been working on for awhile. I know it's a little shorter than usual, but I'm going to add another chapter or two to the story, I think. The characters are intriguing enough that I believe they need to be fleshed out. I'll have the next chapter up in a day or two. Hope you enjoyed!