Across the way
Haley is a character of mine. You can't have her. Rob is used with permission from his player.
Haley yawned and let herself into her dark apartment. Bumping on the light with her shoulder she dropped her heavy costume bag on the floor and walked into the spacious loft she called home. It had been 4 years since she had moved to Las Vegas from her small hometown and her second show had just gone dark for good. She had just made the final cut for her new show, the brand new Cirque de Soleil show at the Aladdin.She would miss performing 'Rent' but she strived for a new challenge. She stretched her incredibly sore muscles. CdS would certainly be fulfilling that task. She glanced at herself in the mirror and groaned inwardly. She looked a mess. Her rusty colored fur was soaked at the collarbone with sweat and her pale green leotard hadn't fared much better. Her slightly darker hair was yanked back in a messy bun and now rogue curls were escaping and clustered on her damp forehead and cheeks. Her tights had seen better days as had her well worn legwarmers. Haley kicked off her sandals and padded across the hardwood floor with her tights shoved up around her ankles. Her tail, normally full with a ivory tip, was limp from exhaustion and the tip a dirty gray. She checked her messages and then flipped on her stereo. A popular rock song came on she swayed as she entered the alcove where her tiny kitchen was to survey the contents of her fridge.
Across the courtyard in another apartment a figure moved from the window. Rob walked back to his current painting and tried to concentrate. But his thoughts kept drifting back to the little vixen whose window faced his. He had seen her around and even said a neighborly "hello" to her the few times he had run into her. He knew she was a rarity in a town like Vegas. Rob had seen her playing with the Martino's three young children one day after a rehersal. She was still in her gear but had quickly set it aside for a quick game of tag. Innocence and laughter was hardly found among the girls who rotated in and out of shows. Their lives weren't an easy one. Rob figured she must be talented to be able to go from one show to another without the usual weeks of waiting. He had seen her walking up the street with her latest bag of costumes and from the looks of its contents it was probably from the new Cirque De Soleil. He had seen her enter her apartment and then vanish from view. The young bear scratched his muzzle with a deep brown paw before he picked up his paintbrush and dipped it into the blue and started working again.
Haley groaned in dismay at the contents of her fridge. She really needed to do her shopping. She had just been so distracted and busy with the CdS tryouts. She walked back into the living area and looked out. She could the guy who lived across from her was working again. She cocked her head and tried to make out his painting but it was just too far. Lots of blues and greens. He seemed nice enough, albeit a little shy. He was a huge young man, over six and a half feet to her five four. Deep brown in color and he had broad shoulders. But she supposed all bears did. She couldn't help but feel mildly attracted to the guy. Sadly, her schedule didn't allow for relationships of any kind. She sighed regretfully and looked away. She realized if she was planning on eating, she'd have to do it out. But not before she showered. She padded to her Japanese changing screen and slipped out of her sweaty practice clothes. Throwing them over the side, she headed, naked, to her shower grabbing a deep burgundy towel from the bar.
Rob saw her change. He couldn't help it. Her light was behind the screen and the young vixen was silouetted perfectly. Seeing her change and then the flash of russet as she headed to shower made his mouth water. Dropping the brush into a glass of water, he sat on a stool and rested his chin on a paw. He had to meet her. He wanted her. Bad. It had been a long time since he had even desired a woman at all. Art had consumed his life, especially since his first show. Now that he was fairly well known around the Vegas art channels he could relax a little. Maybe he could relax with her...or in her. He swiped a paw across his face. There was no way a girl like that would go for him. He glanced down at his paint covered clothing and headed for his own shower. He hurried through it and threw on some cargo jeans and a white tux shirt that his sister had made for him. On the back was one of his own paintings. He grabbed his keys and practically jigged through the door.
Haley emerged fifteen minutes later clean and feeling refreshed. She slid into some baggy jeans and a UNLV sweatshirt as the nights were cooler in the desert. She slid her footpaws into a pair of well worn adidas shelltoes. She smiled at the sight of them. The silly pirate laces never failed to amuse her. She grabbed her purse and headed out into the night, planning on grabbing some chinese before coming home and settling in with whatever bad horror movie she rented while she was gone. Haley slid out the doot into the rapidly cooling air on the courtyard when she saw him. It was the artist guy. He was sitting at one of the concrete tables, sketchpad in front of him and a large charcol pencil in one hand. He idly sketched a small robin who was hopping about in front of him. The door slammed behind her and he jumped as the robin took flight.
She smiled and walked over to him. He returned the smile and stood, offering his paw. "Hi, I'm Rob. I've seen you around but never properly introduced myself." His voice held the slight twang the Midwest was known for and was amazing deep and gruff, befitting for his stature. "I'm Haley." she accepted the paw and shook firmly. Her own voice was high and held a distintive southern accent. "Look, I was about to go grab some Chinese...would you like to come with? No use wasting a perfect oppurtunity, right?"
Rob blinked in surprise but nodded. "Sure. I know of a place on near St. Bart's" he replied referring to the fairly well known Catholic street a few blocks over. "We can walk or take my truck." Haley considered for a moment. "Let's drive." The thought of walking was taxing to even think about for the poor wiped out vixen.
Rob led her out into the parking lot and then unlocked and opened the door of a large, slightly beat up hunter green truck. Despite its slightly rugged exterior, the inside was soptless. He waited until she was settled before shutting the door and walking around to get in. The truck swayed a little under his massive frame but started up easily and the two were off.
Three hours later Haley was sprawled on the rug in front of her couch. Rob was sitting cross legged near her coffee table laughing at her. In the background, an old black and white horror movie played on mute. They had barely watched it, spending the time getting to know each other instead. Rob asked her about the new show and the ones she had already been in. She asked him about working as an artist.
"So just how flexible are you?" he asked, sipping her second beer. Haley had indulged and allowed herself to drink tonight. She'd probably regret it tomorrow but she ahd missed the flavor of alcohol, particularly the dark lager they had picked out together. She was on her third and starting to feel the effects. She shrugged and slid easily into a split before rolling over and switching the forward leg. She then stood and pulled her left leg up next to her head effortlessly.
Rob nearly spilled his beer at the display. When she turned and her got a clear view of the tight denim across her rear he could feel himself hardening. Adjusting his position, he set the beer down and applauded. "Impressive indeed!"
Haley laughed and drained her beer and after setting it on the table she lay her head in his lap. Rob swallowed hoping she wouldn't notice his ever hardening erection.
Unfortunately, she did.
"Well, well...what's this?" she asked giggling, prodding the bulge gently with a finger. Rob groaned in response and Haley looked at him seriously for moment. "I can't have you running around like that now can I?"
Rob took it as he was to leave so as he made a motion to stand she shoved him back down and straddled his lap. He could feel the heat of her on his groin and he groaned again as he strained against the denim. Haley leaned over to pull his face to hers and after nipping at his jaw, she parted her muzzle and slid her tongue into his mouth. Rob groaned into her lips but then opened his jaw to kiss her back. She tasted exotic, of beer and soy sauce. She broke the kiss off, leaving them both breathless.
"Sorry, I've been wanting to do that for a while." she ran a finger over her muzzle and smiled at him.
"Its fine...really." Rob nodded and tried to move so he wasn't poking at her. Haley just smiled again and wiggled against his erection. She then slid off his lap and pushed him onto his back. Rob tried to object but she shushed him with a dark rust colored hand. The same hand slid down his barrel chest, undoing each button as she went. Once she got to his belt, she undid it with ease and undid the top button. He strained against the zipper until she released him and he sprang out.
"No undies? That's hot." she whispered as she bent over him.
Rob opened his mouth to replay that tomorrow was laundry day when he was cut off by the feeling of her hot sweet mouth on him. He growled low in his throat when her felt her canine tongue roll across the head of his member, lap at his balls and then take him in as far as she could. He gasped in pleasure as her lips rubbed over him as she began to bob up and down on him. Gritting his teeth he felt his eyes roll back in his head as she worked at him.
Haley loved the feel of him. Veined but silkly smooth. She tasted the pre he issued and was surprised at it's mild flavor. Licking across the head again she licked him clean and then reinserted him into her mouth. She felt rob groping for her so she removed her mouth and stood, pulling off her sweatshirt and shimmying out of her jeans and undies. She stood before him, naked to the fur, revealing her lean body, tight from years of dance. Rob stared a moment and then licked his lips as he removed his own clothes and made the "Come hither" motion.
She obliged kneeling next to him when she felt his strong hands and arms lift her up and part her legs. She was straddling his head. She felt him cup her sex and nibble and lick at the outer lips. She cried out at the feel of him on her. She bent over and went back to work on him.
Rob licked slowly only allowing the tip of his tongue to enter between her lips. He repeated this until finally he dove for her, driving his tongue into her entrance after it swiped her clit. Haley yelped and threw her head back. She tasted fantastic as he lapped at her, teasing her clit and hole. He pulled back a little to lick at her tail hole which she moaned around his cock. Haley was going at him with a maddening pace. He cried out for her to stop and she spun around and positioned herself just above him. She drove him fast and deep causing both of them to cry out. He was large and she was tight. Rob nearly lost it the moment he felt her wet tightness around him. God, she was little. She waited a moment while her body acclimated itself to his length and began to pump herself up and down on him. She wanted him and she wanted hard, fast and deep. She climaxed within seconds, soaking him and her with her juices. Rob growled again as she began to buck and purr at the same time while her body releasing its exstacy on him. She resumed the rythym and Rob could feel himself began to build. His balls tightened as she moved up and down upon him. The tight little vixen pounded herself furiously, impaling herself as deep as she could take. Rob felt the first spasm of climax as he grunted and moved her aside, releasing his load upon her thigh and his own abdomen. She lay on his thigh panting, with liquid still streaming from her tiny pussy.
Rob lay there and waiting until his breathing slowed down to normal.
"Hey Haley?"
"Yeah?" she panted.
"Can I come over for chinese tomorrow too?"
Haley's laughter was the only reply Rob needed.