Squeezable - Part 2 (Patreon)

Closing the door on a grinning Baloo, Rebecca waves at him with the tips of her finger.

Baloo: What, no goodnight kiss?

Rebecca: Byyyee, Baloooo.

No sooner has she closed the door than Rebecca hears a familiar sound behind her. That low, squeaking noise a leather couch makes when sat upon...in the nude.

Sure, Baloo had taken notice of her ever-increasing infatuation with the young man, that's for certain. On more than one occasion he'd caught her mid-daydream, startling her back to reality with a lewd comment...usually something to the effect of him wishing he could get her panties that wet by simply thinking about him. Pointing at the actual wet spot in her slacks, he'd laugh and guffaw, watching as Rebecca's face turned three shades of crimson.

Baloo, taking notice and poking fun at her was one thing, but Kit... She had completely failed to notice that Kit had observed her carnal daydreaming as well. It wasn't very clear to him at first, catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. Shirtless and sweaty, loading all manner of cargo onto the plane, her eyes darting away when he turned to look her way. The first time he nearly caught her, he chalked it up to an over-active imagination. By the fifth or sixth time, it was obvious that he wasn't imagining things.

Verifying that any infatuation with him existed and wasn't just a product of an over-active imagination, however, proved to be a little more difficult. Again and again, he would work up the gumption to walk into her office and gauge her preoccupation. Over and over, something or someone would thwart him... Baloo being Baloo, seemingly cock-blocking him with some lewd southern colloquialism or another. A customer walking in or the telephone ringing, just as he's about to open his mouth and say something. That damned orangutan, for all of his sage wisdom, just appears outta nowhere...and won't shut the hell up.

Now, with Rebecca's daughter fast asleep and Baloo headed out the door, this is the opportunity he's been waiting for.

Down the hall and into the living room, shedding his threadbare sweater as he goes, Kit catches Baloo's eye as Rebecca closes the door on him. Both he and blue bear share a split-second smirk, both knowing full well what is about to happen. Slipping onto the living room couch, Kit watches as Rebecca's ears perk up, her head twitching upon hearing the unmistakable squeak of fur on leather.

Without turning to look at him, Becca unzips her pink and purple jacket, tossing it onto the nearby coat rack. With a roll of her eyes and a guarded sigh, she unbuttons her high-waisted pants.

Rebecca: (thinking) Too late to stop now.

Pushing the magenta garment down her thighs, she bends at the waist, giving the cub a provocative wiggle of her hips as she does so. Letting the garb slip to her ankles, she steps out of them, kicking them aside as she grabs the bottom hem of her turtleneck sweater. Turning as she pulls the knit jumper up and over her head, Kit is met with a mischievous half-smirk as she flings the sweater aside.

Rebecca, in turn, is met with a similarly smirking young man. Aside from her rather plain-looking push-up bra, who knew that Beckers...for all of her straight-laced, all-business demeanor...went commando under all of that conservative attire? Naked, one arm draped over the back of the couch, legs spread wide, he holds the base of his already engorged member...a pose straight out of PlayBear magazine.

Kit: This what you've been daydreaming about?

Original Sketch by Exwolf85

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2