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She sat on the rumbling washing machine as if she owned it, bare from the waist down and completely enveloped in her own world. Her eyes were closed, as if she didn't care about being caught, and her hand was buried shamelessly between her thick thighs. The white tank top she had on, the only thing she had on, was faded and thin, making her large, round breasts quite visible underneath. But what Tabitha noticed most of all was her wide, curved hips and round rear, situated squarely on top of the smooth, metal surface of the rocking, rattling appliance.

The blue and white vixen didn't seem to notice her sudden audience, so Tabitha didn't say anything. Instead, she quietly placed her washing basket on the bench behind the short line of washing machines and proceeded to begin sorting her clothes. Occasionally, however, the pale pink rabbit glanced behind her, eyeing the vixen's prominent lower region. Her thighs were pressed together, and her free hand rested on the washing machine, propping her up as her other hand worked diligently. Tabitha also noticed the vixen's breathed was steady, but deep. Her chest heaved regularly, and on occasion, a subtle twitch of her muscles could be noticed and a gentle moan heard.

Tabitha shifted a little uncomfortably as she sorted her clothes. The vixen doing what she was doing, there, was beginning to turn Tabitha on; and she wasn't wholly unattractive, either.

After finishing sorting her clothes and placing them in separate baskets, the bunny took a deep breath. Now came the hard part. Even if by some miracle no sound was made from opening and closing the old washing machines, turning one on was sure to get the vixen's attention. There was no avoiding it. Either the vixen would finish and find herself being watched then, or she'd hear someone else using one of the machines next to her. Tabitha could leave, but if she waited out in the hallway, the vixen would probably figure out why a bunny was waiting out there instead of just going in to do their laundry; and she couldn't go back to her apartment to wait, there was no telling how long the vixen would be and Tabitha had nothing else clean to wear.

Sighing, Tabitha stacked one sorted basket of clothing on the other and walked around to the other side of the washing machines. She gently placed the basket down, and calmly opened the thin metal lid, half frightening herself as it banged and popped away from the magnet underneath. The sudden noise made the vixen jump as her eyes snapped open and she quickly looked to her side. However, she made no move to stop. Startled at first, the vixen figured the bunny must've been there for a few minutes already, and if she was still here, she must not be too bothered by what the vixen was doing. So she continued.

From the corner of her eye, Tabitha watched, finding herself just a little more aroused by the fact that the vixen was continuing, despite knowing some stranger was standing just a few feet away. She didn't restrain herself, either.

Quietly, the pink bunny loaded her washing into one machine and then closed and turned it on. Then, she moved the baskets and began loading the machine next to the first. The vixen watched her, two of her fingers still buried deep inside her sex, probing and massaging while the appliance she was sitting on sent euphoric vibrations rippling through her whole body.

"Haven't seen you down here, before," the vixen commented.

"I usually do my washing earlier in the day," the rabbit replied.

The atmosphere was calm between them as the minutes slowly passed. Tabitha pretended not to pay any attention to the vixen, while glancing at her lower region from time to time. The vixen, however, was openly watching her audience with some interest. Tabitha's lower body was as curved and full bodied as the vixen's, and her breasts were at least a cup zise bigger. Fantasies of pressing their breasts together filled the vixen's mind, along with a desire to suck on the bunny's breasts vigorously.

"Come down here often?" Tabitha eventually asked. She wasn't really seeking an answer to that specific question, but she didn't want to stand there in awkward silence for the next twenty to forty minutes. So the bunny decided to be friendly and try striking up a conversation, however, she couldn't think of anything else to say. As soon as the words left her mouth, Tabitha realised it was a pretty stupid question. The vixen probably came here to do her laundry regularly, just like everyone else in the apartment block.

"Almost every night," the vixen admitted, a certain mischievous note in her voice.

The vixen's response had an unexpected effect on Tabitha as the bunny's breath caught in her chest and her arousal elevated another notch. This blue and white fox was a bold one, and was obviously much more sexual than most other females Tabitha knew.

A few seconds passed and Tabitha suddenly found herself saying, "If I'd known that, I would've come down late at night sooner."

Why did she just say that? What was she thinking? The bunny tried to keep herself composed but on the inside she was freaking out. Tabitha had no idea why she had just said that. It had just come blurting out of its own accord. Although, in the back of her mind, the idea of regularly watching this vixen masturbate down there, like this, wasn't entirely unappealing.

Tabitha calmed herself and chuckled, trying to make it seem like a light hearted joke instead of a serious statement. The vixen smiled and extended her free hand, "I'm Krys," she said.

Tabitha turned her head to look at the vixen's hand. For some reason she couldn't bring herself to look the other female in the eyes. It might have had something to do with a desire to just keep watching her lower half. Tabitha took the vixen's hand and shook it, introducing herself in return. "Tabitha," the pale pink bunny replied, smiling back.

Tabitha's nipples stuck out from her ample, perky breasts like mountains in the middle of a plain. With all her clothing presently in the washing machines in front of her, the bunny had only a casual t-shirt and sweat pants to wear, and no underwear to put on under them. Krys noticed the small protrusions almost immediately upon seeing Tabitha, but she also noticed that as time passed, they seemed to become much more pronounced. This pleased the vixen and she decided to have some fun with it.

Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Krys spread her legs as wide as she could and began going all out. Tabitha noticed this and turned her head to watch more directly. Deliberately putting on a display for the bunny, the vixen let out every one of her little moans as she called to mind lustful fantasies and vigorously fingered her now fully exposed sex. Tabitha's own arousal soared and she soon found herself struggling with her hands, trying to resist the urge to touch herself right there and then. A trickle of juices ran down the front of the washing machine Krys was sitting on, meanwhile her ring and middle finger continually pushed in and out of her body. The white fur covered folds of her sex were plump and succulent, and the flesh between them a light pink. Tabitha stared as the vixen occasionally withdrew her fingers and rubbed them up and down between her labia before sliding them back into her entrance. The bunny couldn't help but feel a strong desire to lick the sticky, clear fluid oozing from Krys' womanhood and coating her fingers. At one point, the vixen used her ring and index finger to spread her lips, pulling them back around her clit while using her middle finger to rub the swollen nub, making her whimper just a little.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Krys' body jerked. Her back arched and her legs lifted as she leaned forward, a moment later she did it again. The vixen's muscles contracted and spasmed as she half whimpered half moaned in a high pitched tone. The orgasm lasted for several seconds and appeared to be a particularly strong one. Tabitha wondered if that was because of her. When Krys' body finally began to relax, Tabitha looked away, but kept watching from the corner of her eye.

A deep exhale came from the vixen's chest as she gradually came down from her euphoric high. Her breasts rose and fell noticeably as she breathed, letting air circulate through her body once again. Slowly, she drew her fingers from between her folds, forming a string of sticky juices between her fingertips and her plump mound. She parted her fingers and smiled at how her juices clung to them, then she placed her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them hungrily, not wanting to waste a single drop. With her fingers still in her mouth, Krys glance at the bunny, a smile still on her lips, but she said nothing. Hopping down from the still rumbling washing machine, the vixen bent over and picked up a pair of very short denim shorts which had been on the floor beside the appliance. She looked at them for a moment, as if deciding if she should put them on or not, and then just held them by her side. Tabitha watched the vixen's round rear with desire as Krys made her way around the line of washing machines, passed in front of the rabbit, and walked to the door leading out of the building's basement.

On her way out, Krys stopped in the doorway only briefly to say, without looking back, "I'm in 9C, in case you were wondering."

Tabitha didn't respond.

*****

It was about three days later that Tabitha found herself standing in front of the door to apartment 9C. She didn't really know why she was there, or what she wanted, and yet, the bunny couldn't help but struggle with herself over whether or not to knock.

For the past couple of days, all Tabitha could think about was that night. Or, more to the point, that vixen, particularly her round, bare rear sitting on the metal top of the public washing machines. It had even prompted Tabitha to do something she normally wouldn't even consider doing. Leaving her panties at home, the pink bunny went out into the city, on a windy day no less, in a dress that barely reached past her hips. The cool air that washed over her own plump folds each time the wind blew caused her to gasp with pleasure repeatedly. But when the strong gusts of wind came along, that lifted the bottom of her dress up completely, Tabitha's breath caught in her chest as she felt a sudden rush of arousal. As she walked down the city streets, and the winds lifted her dress for dozens of strangers to easily see, Tabitha just kept on calmly walking, acting as if nothing unusual was happening. But secretly, it turned her on immeasurably. She could feel her body burning up. The bunny even caught herself wondering what she could wear that would allow her to show off her breasts; and not just a bit of cleavage either, all of her breasts, nipples included. And then came the thoughts of masturbating on the hood of a parked car. Of course, then came the thoughts of being arrested and Tabitha realised she was pushing her luck already.

It was an hour or so later that the bunny realised she was standing in front of Krys' apartment door. Internally, Tabitha fought with herself. On the one hand, she wanted to knock. But on the other hand, she didn't know what to do should Krys answer.

Finally, after several minutes of staring at the gold painted 9C, Tabitha knocked.

A second later she turned to leave. Then she stopped and turned back. Then she turned to leave again. This time, the bunny took a few steps, but she didn't get far. When the door opened, Tabitha stopped and turned to look back at Krys, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She did, however, immediately noticed the blue vixen was bottomless, again.

After several seconds of silence and standing around, Krys kindly invited Tabitha in, saying "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes," Tabitha answered, nodding her head like a shy, nerdy school girl.

Krys' apartment looked more like the apartment of a male than a female. A suitably neat male, but a male all the same. Posters were tacked to the wall, a game console sat on the floor in front of a rather sizeable TV, and a bowl of what appeared to be the bottom most contents of a potato-chip bag sat on a low legged coffee table next to a large, two-thirds empty glass of coca cola.

Tabitha stepped inside and looked around, feeling strangely safe in this unknown person's place of residence. She had no idea what to expect, nor how to proceed, only that this was where she wanted to be. Behind her, Krys closed the front door and turned to eye up her guest.

"Drink? Something to eat?" the vixen offered.

"Uh, no. Thank you," Tabitha declined, turning to look at Krys. Her eyes immediately fell to the vixen's bare hips, but, not wanting to stare, she looked away again.

As Tabitha stood and looked around, uncertain of what to do, Krys casually walked over to the kitchen bench, that separated the lounge from the kitchen, and hopped up onto it. She sat on the corner, her legs spread, and began to idly rub one finger up and down between the top of her lips. When the bunny, still looking about, noticed this, her breath caught in her chest and her arousal spurred. Again, she looked away.

Krys just watched her, not caring about enjoying the physical pleasure of masturbation in front of her. This was the vixen's home and as far as she was concerned, she was allowed to do what she wanted there. She wouldn't have cared if it was the police. She wouldn't have cared if it was her parents. She wouldn't have cared if it was a group of pre-school kids. In fact that probably would've made her more inclined. But, after the other night, Krys was fairly certain Tabitha hadn't come for a friendly chat.

After a few minutes or aimlessly looking around and standing, Tabitha made her way to the couch and sat down. She absently flipped up the back of her dress as she did, so that her bare body could press against the fabric. It wasn't a conscious decision, and not something she'd normally have done. Tabitha didn't even realise she'd done it. However, Krys noticed. She also noticed the busty bunny had nothing on underneath her dress. Smiling, the vixen slowly pushed her finger lower down before curling it and pushing it inside of her body. Now she was doing it deliberately. Leaning back, Krys placed her free hand on the bench behind her and propped herself up, making sure Tabitha had a clear view as the vixen slowly pushed her finger in and out of her exposed sex.

Tabitha tried not to look, but she couldn't help but keep glancing over at the masturbating vixen. Her own body burned with arousal and she desperately wanted to indulge herself. Absently, her fingers hiked up the front of her dress just a little while her knees parted slightly. Her breathing began to grow unsteady as fantasies started filling her head. She wanted to stare. She wanted to watch. She wanted to bury her fingers between her own legs as she did. But she was shy and all her life she had learned that this sort of thing was taboo, meant only to be shared in the intimate moments between lovers and married couples.

Between Tabitha's legs her sex ached. Her juices began to secrete from between her lips and dampen the fabric of the couch. Feeling the fibres against her bare rear and plump sex only added to her frustration. Her breathing started to quicken. Even without touching herself, the bunny was building up to a climax.

Krys, watching Tabitha very closely, saw that she was getting worked up. She saw that the bunny kept glancing in her direction, specifically at her lower half. And she saw the bunny's hard nipples poking through under the fabric of her dress.

The vixen then decided to catch her guest off guard and asked casually, "Would you like to have a lick?"

"Yes!"

The word was out of Tabitha's mouth before she even realised what was being said. If she hadn't already been pink, the bunny would've turned red as she blushed furiously and caught her breath. A cocktail of emotions swirled inside Tabitha as she just sat there, staring straight ahead. Fear. Confusion. Desire. Embarrassment.

"Well, come on then," Krys said in a friendly tone, drawing her finger out.

Almost as if compelled by the vixen's words, Tabitha stood and made her way over to the bench. She stared at the sight before her, her heart racing and her breathing shallow. Excitement swelled within her as she hesitated. Was she really going to do this? She leaned closer, her eyes locked on the sight of the vixen's plump sex, covered in soft, white fur and sporting a glinting bit of wetness. Nervously, Tabitha stuck out her tongue, but she didn't stop at just a touch. As if her body was acting out of her mind's control, Tabitha pushed her tongue between the vixen's folds and pressed against her flesh firmly. The taste on her tongue was a taste she didn't recognise, yet somehow it was as delicious as honey and she wanted more. Much more. Stepping into the deep end of the pool, the bunny allowed herself to become completely submerged and she slipped right in. Licking upward, Tabitha began to hungrily feast on the vixen's sex and juices. Her hands came to rest on Krys' inner thighs, squeezing them as she selfishly indulged.

Krys leaned back, her back arching as she gave herself over completely to the bunny's actions. The sensation of another woman licking and sucking on her sex was nothing unfamiliar to the blue vixen, but it never felt any less incredible. She loved the feeling of a tongue moving between her plump folds, and lips sucking on her clit, and Tabitha was doing a fine job.

For several minutes, Tabitha gorged herself on Krys' womanhood. Every drop of that lovely, gooey liquid that secreted from the vixen's body Tabitha sought to lap up. It didn't take long for her to lose herself completely. After the first minute or two, Tabitha was barely even aware that she didn't even know this woman, let alone eating her out. But that vision of Kry's bare rear sitting on the washing machine so casually spurred her on. This blue, curvy fox made Tabitha's body burn, unexpectedly and like never before.

Eventually, the pink bunny realised that Krys was moaning. Her breathes were short and sharp, and her voice was letting out high pitched whimpers of varying length as her muscles started to spasm. She was orgasming. Tabitha was making her orgasm. This made Tabitha's sex burn even hotter and she redoubled her efforts.

Krys' muscles flexed and contracted as her body rolled and rippled. As her orgasm reached its peak, her breathes became deeper and her moans longer. Then she stopped, her breath caught in her chest as euphoria exploded in her mind. Krys tried her hardest not to clench her thighs together and squashed the bunny's head. Her legs stretched out, along with her toes, and her hips couldn't decide if they wanted to pull back or push forward. Tabitha just kept licking and sucking like a hungry child sucking milk from its mother's breast.

Finally, after her orgasm slowly subsided and her mind floated down from the ceiling, Krys smiled to herself and placed her hand on Tabitha's head. She had to put a little force into pushing the bunny away to get her to stop, but it didn't really bother her. Tabitha's eagerness made the vixen happy.

"OK, OK! That's enough," Krys half giggled. "It's my turn, now."

Tabitha stood up and stepped back, a slight notion of disappointment going through her as she was stopped. The bunny looked at the vixen with sheepish eyes, her face burning from blushing and her sex aching to be pleasured. Tabitha felt almost like a little child, uncertain but wanting.

Krys, after running her fingers between her soaked folds, making her thigh muscles twitch, and licking her own juices from her fingers, hopped down from the kitchen bench and stepped closer to the bunny. As their breasts came to almost be touching, through the fabric of their clothes, Krys eyed the bunny's chest, noticing it start to rise and fall rapidly once again. Smiling, Krys took hold of the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head before tossing it aside. Tabitha just stared, eyeing the vixen's bare breasts, perky, round, white, and with small, light pink nipples pointing out from the front. As she ogled them, the bunny felt a longing to put one in her mouth a suck vigorously.

It was about then that Tabitha realised her own dress was being lifted up. Glancing down, Tabitha saw that Krys had taken the bunny's dress in her hands and was slowly pulling it up to undress her as well. At any other time, Tabitha would've slapped the vixen, hard. But she simply could help but lift her arms and allow Krys to undress her. If she'd thought about it more, the bunny would've realised she would've allowed Krys to undress her right there in the basement, even after just seeing her sitting, bottomless on the washing machine. But Tabitha's mind was blank. She was simply going with whatever Krys suggested at this point. After all, it wasn't anything the bunny didn't want to do.

Krys lifted Tabitha's dress off her and tossed it onto the floor with her own shirt. Then, as the two ladies stood bare before each other, the vixen grinned as she ogled Tabitha's breasts. They were as large and round as they'd looked the night she'd stared at them in the basement, and just as perky as her own. Gently, the vixen cupped and squeezed Tabitha's breasts, making her moan lightly. Unsupported by a bra, they hung just a little more than Krys', but they still sat high on her chest and held their round form well. As she held them and pressed her fingers into them, Krys could feel the weight of Tabitha's ample breasts. They were also as soft as clouds, her fingers sinking into them like thin mud. Tabitha whimpered lightly and Krys giggled.

"Mmmmm. I could have a lot of fun with these. How big are they?" Krys asked.

"F..." Tabitha breathed softly between whimpers.

Releasing Tabitha's breasts from her grip, Krys hefted her own DD's along with Tabitha's F-cups and shifted closer. The vixen giggled as their nipples rubbed together and she slowly pressed her own perky, soft orbs to the bunny's. Tabitha whimpered and moaned some more. Between her thick thighs, Tabitha's juices trickled down from her sex. Her clit, swollen with arousal, peeked out from between the top of her plump folds. At this point, it wouldn't take much for her to climax, which was just what Krys intended to make her do.

After plating with the bunny's large breasts for a bit, Krys began to lower herself down, spreading her legs as she squat, balancing on the balls of her feet.

"Spread your legs a bit," Krys told Tabitha as she looked up at the bunny's face. As she looked down as the vixen, Tabitha obediently did as she was told and widened her stance, moving her feet apart to allow the blue and white female better access to her sex.

Seeing Tabitha's swollen clit protruding from her womanhood, Krys grinned wickedly and went straight for it. With one hand resting on one of Tabitha's thighs, Krys slid her other hand down between her own wide spread thighs and plunged her ring and middle finger into her own sex, while she pushed her tongue between Tabitha's succulent nether lips and sucked on her engorged clit.

Air rushed into Tabitha's lungs as she gasped, breathing deep before letting out a long, drown out moan of pleasure. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped, moaned and whimpered from Krys working between her legs.

The vixen's tongue pressed firmly and rubbed up and down between the bunny's folds, massaging her soft, pink flesh while sucking her clit vigorously. Now and again, the tip of Krys' tongue would brush over Tabitha's entrance, making the pink bunny buck her hips. Worked up as she already was, it took only a minute or so for Krys to bring Tabitha to her climax. The vixen used her tongue to rub the bunny's clit after sucking on it, which brought small spurts of clear fluid forth from Tabitha's sex while one leg shook violently. As Krys lapped up the bunny's juices, some of it running down the front of her chin and throat, Tabitha's muscles spasmed and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Small, barely audible whimpers escaped as Tabitha leaned over, reaching out to take hold of the bench so that she wouldn't fall over.

But Krys did not relent. As Tabitha's orgasm began to subside, the vixen plunged her tongue into the bunny's entrance, pushing as deep as she could reach and moving it around to probe and rub her inner walls. The blue and white fox continued to pleasure the bunny until she came again, until they both came again.

For the next couple of hours, the two took it in turns bringing each other to climax, taking short breaks for only long enough to get a drink and recover their energy so that they could continue.

Tabitha lay on her back on the couch, with Krys laying on her stomach between the bunny's legs, her muzzle resting between Tabitha's breasts. Idly, the fox poked and squeezed her new friend's soft, squishy mammaries. She'd been doing this for the better part of half an hour, now, and didn't seem to be planning to stop any time soon. But Tabitha didn't really mind. She was on Cloud Nine and didn't want to come down.

After everything they'd done, sucking, squeezing and fondling each others' breasts, and licking, sucking and fingering each others' sex, Tabitha felt more comfortable. She no longer tried to avoid staring at Krys' body, and didn't hesitate to indulge with her. In fact, she was pretty active about it, something Krys was very pleased about.

Eventually, the blue and white vixen got up. She stretched and looked at the clock on her wall, and then picked up her shirt of the floor and pulled it over her head. Tabitha just watched, her eyes focused more on the fox's still bare rear than what she was doing.

"I'm going down to the basement," Krys commented, glancing over her shoulder as she reached for the door handle. "Wanna come?"

Tabitha sat up and smiled. "OK."