Bindi started rocking her pelvis back and forth, my finger sliding in and out of her ass. She was standing on her toes now, her firm legs still sheathed in the orange and black fur. I stared at her round, brown calves, flexing as she rocked. I love calves, and I couldn’t resist – with my furry foot I slid the fabric down slightly, trying to get a better view.
Bindi took this as some sort of signal, because she shifted, sliding her leg up, extricating one nimble little foot from the paw. She moved her bare leg to the side, widening her stance. As her ass spread wider, I took a risk and drove my finger in to the hilt.
“Uhn!” She gasped, going on tip-toe to soften the impact. “Are you okay?” I whispered, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was around. She groaned, then sank down slowly, lowering herself onto my finger. It went all the way in to the knuckle.
“That’s all there is.” I said. She smiled, turning to kiss my neck.
“Hmmmm.” She purred. Whispered really, but it felt it like a cat’s purr, vibrating in my chest. She reached down and caressed my pulsing crotch.
The back door clanged open. Bindi slid forward quickly, my finger gliding out of her ass. She pulled on her suit, tugging it over her shoulders.
I looked for my beer. Bindi finished putting on her suit. Putting her paw gloves on, she looked at our company.
“Is it…them?” I asked, peeking around the bushes. The group of giggling ballerinas had come outside, lighting a joint. The pirate and the robot followed them out, looking for some action. Bindi watched my reaction.
“You mean Jenni and Marty? No. You’re safe.” She said. I sighed. Then I gritted my teeth.
“I wish it was them. Just so she knew how it felt.” I said. Bindi pulled me into a hug. She looked deep in my eyes, then flashed a crooked smile.
“Here. Hold onto this.” She said. Bindi put my hand on her tiger-tail. I held it, following her as she walked past the giggling people and entered the party.
I wondered what she was up to. Bindi wove in and out of the crowd, pulling me behind her. Then she neared the kitchen. The small room was packed, people eating lime green Jello shots and laughing. Then I saw Jenni there, sitting on the counter, necking with #99.
I stopped, tugging Bindi by the tail. She stopped, turning back to me.
“Come on.” She said. “What are you going to do?” I asked. She smiled that crooked smile and winked. “Trust me.” Bindi headed straight for Jenni, me trailing behind holding her tail.
Jenni was just leaning into a kiss with her man when Bindi minced up. “Excuse me, Jenni? Could you hand me the lotion?” Jenni looked up, annoyed. Bindi pointed. There was a bottle of lotion next to the dish soap. Jenni grabbed it. She tried to hand it over.
“Actually, could you just pump some in my hand?” Bindi asked, pulling off one of her furry paws. Jenni pumped the bottle twice. “Sorry. More than that. I’ll say when.” Jennifer pumped again, and again, and again. Bindi smiled. The mound of lotion threatened to spill out of her cupped palm.
“When” She said. Bindi turned, heading out of the kitchen. Jenni threw me a look, just as Bindi’s tail tugged me towards the hallway. I looked over my shoulder as we went through. Jenni still held the lotion, watching me walk out, clutching Bindi’s tail.
Bindi led me into the dance room. The black light was still on, the floor covered in books. People didn’t want to dance in the books, I guess. I stepped over the copy of “Brave New World” towards the bed. Bindi let go of my hand, cupping hers under her other in case any lotion spilled. Bindi stood next to the futon, catching the stray lotion drops. We marveled at the liquid in her hand – it glowed a bright yellow under the black light.
“I think you’re going to have to unzip me again.” She said, her mouth in that crooked smile. I took a breath like a good little Zen-Bear, and reached for the zipper. I slowly slid it down, revealing her muscular back once again. In the black light her skin was even darker, and my own had taken on a shade of tan. I slid the suit over her shoulders, when she stopped me.
“Shoot. Wait a minute. I can’t take this suit of holding this stuff.” She bit her lip, thinking. “We need to put it somewhere useful. Take off your suit.”
I looked around. The door to the hall was cracked open, but nobody was there. I reached down and undid the flap on my bear suit, exposing my underwear.
“Oh, that is just no fair. Why didn’t I get a flap?” She said. Bindi pulled down my underwear, exposing my stiff penis. My 7″ sprang out, and I felt comical, a big brown bear with a human wanger hanging out.
Bindi reached down with her cupped hand. Instead of just grabbing my member, she lowered the mound of lotion underneath it, then glided her open palm under me, coating the bottom of my cock gently. She then did likewise with the sides, then the top. My penis was coated in fluorescent yellow lotion, and she still had a considerable portion in her hand.
“Here we go.” There was a bag of unused plastic beer cups on a shelf. Bindi pulled one out and tipped her hand, dribbling the excess lotion into it. She rubbed her hands together, then slid them into the gap in my suit, pulling open the buttons as she went up. She rubbed my stomach, my chest, her hands working their way up to my neck. My upper body exposed, she pulled me close, rubbing her furry chest on mine.