3 comments/ 114659 views/ 8 favorites Dog Walker By: Clohi The first thing I realized when I went away to college is that carrying a full load of classes and working just don’t go together. I tried the financial aid route and soon realized I’d spend the next forty years of my life trying to pay off that loan. Not for me. Next, I tried working on campus. I thought being close to class would be easier. Nope. That didn’t work either. Finally, I hit upon an idea that I knew would work. It was easy. I could alter my schedule as needed. And best of all, I was my own boss. Yep, you guessed it. I became a dog walker. I’ve always loved pets but living in an apartment, I wasn’t able to have any. This way, if I walked other people’s pets, I could still play with them. Best of all, I didn’t have to bother with the puppy training, the barking in the middle of the night, and the chewed up shoes. It was perfect. I put up flyers around town and quickly racked up five regular customers. There was Gigi, the mastiff that had pink toenails. Then there was Spot, a two year old German shepherd name by it’s five year old owner. I had a great time walking Jack, a full grown, all male rottwieler that would protect me from all male strangers, but flirt outrageously when a female came near him. The last two were a set. One never went anywhere with the other and they were aptly named Frick and Frack. German shepherd and chow mix, they were adorable and playful. I had a good job, good friends and a steady paycheck. Millie, Gigi’s owner, met me at the door one day as I dropped Gigi off after her afternoon walk in the park. Millie’s boss was looking for a dog walker for his daughter’s lab while she was away for the summer. She’d given him my name and number, telling him to call me. When I got home, sure enough there was a message from Ivan, Millie’s boss. He wanted to meet with me to talk about walking Lily. I called and we set up a time for the next day. I’d gotten stuck on campus longer than I’d anticipated the next day. Instead of being able to rush home and change, I ended up going to Ivan’s in jean short-shorts and a yellow cotton button-up shirt. The shirt was driving me crazy so I tied the bottom ends around my waist. I never would have dreamed of going to meet a new perspective client dressed like Daisy Duke but I couldn’t help it. As I stepped out of my car, I tried desperately to grab the bottom of my shorts pulling them down. Hoping it wouldn’t be insulted, I knocked on the front door and waited. Ivan was definitely not what I was expecting. For some reason when Millie had mentioned her boss, I’d thought of someone in his sixties, older, graying. I know Millie works for a brokerage house and I guess I just thought he’d be conservative. The man who opened the door to me was in his late forties, maybe early fifties, and Sean Connery handsome. His eyes scanned down my tied shirt to my short shorts and then back up again. His smile was seductive. As I walked in, I tried not to feel self-conscious. I looked around, noticing the house. Very simple, very contemporary. The art over the fireplace was amazing, brilliant colors and bold strokes. It reminded me of a Chagall and I was impressed. Ivan handed me a glass of iced tea and then whistled. A beautiful yellow lab, probably around two years old, came bounding into the room. Lily was adorable. She ran up to me, sat her little butt down and wagged her tag. I was immediately in love. Ivan explained that Lily was his daughter’s dog. She was away for the summer and had left Lily in his care. He didn’t have the time to walk her and would like to have me take her to the park at least three times a week. He handed me a check to pay in advance and I handed it back to him. Way too much. The amount was probably three times what I would normally ask. He smiled and insisted. It seems Ivan was going to need to be out of town for several weekends during the summer. During those weekends, he wanted me to stay at the house to watch Lily. Taking the check, I agreed. It seemed like the least I could do. As I started to leave, indicating that I would be back tomorrow to walk Lily, Ivan let me know that this weekend was the first weekend he would need me to stay at the house. As I left, I thought about this new gig. This was going to be pretty easy. Over the next four days, I walked Lily twice. She was playful and had a great time in the park. Each time, Ivan greeted me at the door, handing me a glass of iced tea. I found out that he was divorced, his second wife having left him six months earlier because he didn’t spend enough time with her. She didn’t seem to be too lonely. I found out from Millie that she’d taken him for quite a bundle. On Friday, I packed a bag and headed over to Ivan’s. He was already packed for his weekend. As he left, he made sure to let me know to make myself at home. He wanted me to be comfortable. Closing the door, I looked around. Comfortable? Not a problem. Lily and I curled up on the sofa in the den, watching old movies and eating popcorn. As midnight rolled around, Lily sat up, wagging her tail. I heard the front door and looked at Lily. I figured since her tongue was out and she was wagging her tail, it must not be a burglar. As it turned out, it was Ivan. I looked up as he entered the doorway. He’d waited at the airport for six hours before his flight had been canceled. So, he’d come home. I started to get up, prepared to head home myself. Ivan told me to sit back down. It was too late for me to go anywhere. Ivan took Lily out, settling her into the backyard. When Ivan came back into the den, I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I was sitting in this man’s house wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and skimpy panties. I pulled the t-shirt down over my knees and sat back in the corner of the couch. Ivan took his tie off, setting it on the table. Next, he flipped his shoes off. Sitting on the couch next to me, he grabbed the popcorn and asked what we were watching. It was an old movie and we both enjoyed it. As it ended, I said I should get some sleep. I stood, again feeling very aware of what I was wearing, or not wearing as the case may be. Ivan’s eyes roamed over my body and I felt my body heat up just from his appraisal. He walked me to my room. As I was getting ready to go in, Ivan stopped me. Putting his hands on my shoulder, he leaned in to kiss my cheek. As he pulled away, my eyes met his. I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d wanted to. His lips touched mine and I felt my body race. His lips were firm, as his tongue slowly parted my lips and dipped inside. I’d been kissed by a lot of men but nothing like this. Ivan definitely knew his way around a pair of lips. His hand came up, cupping the back of my head. His tongue dove in and out of my mouth, stroking me. His other hand moved around and pressed against my lower back. As his mouth left mine, I opened my eyes. He apologized. He’d been wanting to do that since I’d first come by his house. Those sexy shorts had been driving him crazy. I smiled, remembering how worried I’d been that they’d been too short. Ivan started to pull away and I grabbed his hand. I couldn’t believe what I said next. I looked up at him and asked how crazy. He smiled, pulled me against him again and said this crazy. I could feel his hard on in his pants. As his mouth assaulted mine again, I felt his hands move down my back and under my t-shirt. His hands caressed my cheeks, squeezing my ass gently. I moaned into his mouth. Grinding my hips against him, I rubbed against his growing erection. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck. He whispered in my ear that he had to find out. I asked him, moaning in between his licks to my neck, find out about what? His hand moved around in between us and his lips came back to mine again as he whispered, “this,” in my ear. I moaned as his lips pressed against mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth as his hand moved down inside the front of my panties and his finger pushed up inside my wet pussy. I grabbed his shoulders, holding on as his finger and tongue stroked me in unison. I moaned into his mouth. Lifting his mouth from mine, Ivan pushed me against the door frame. Sliding down in front of me, Ivan pushed my t-shirt up and kissed the front of my panties. His finger was still driving up inside me. Pulling my panties to the side with his free hand, Ivan groaned and ran his tongue over the apex of my lips. Lifting my leg up to rest on his shoulder, Ivan pushed his mouth in against my pussy and kissed me. His fingers opened me up, making room for his tongue. I moaned, leaning my head back, begging him to lick me, to suck me. Ivan responded with actions instead of words. His tongue moved firmly but slowly over my lips, slipping inside me and then running along the outside of my lips. His finger drilled me gently, pushing in and then twisting as he pulled out. I was turning to jello. His mouth closed over my clit and he sucked hard into his mouth, pulling me to him. I gripped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as my orgasm ripped through me. I moaned and ground my pussy down onto his mouth. Ivan’s tongue flicked quickly back and forth over my clit as my body shook over and over again. Ivan kissed the inside of my thigh and then pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and Ivan stood. His mouth found mine again and as he kissed me, I tasted my own juices. I felt my body shiver again. Stepping away from Ivan, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Standing in front of the bed, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. I was naked. Ivan’s eyes went over me. My nipples grew even larger as his eyes locked onto them. As Ivan’s fingers reached out and teased them, I moaned. Ivan was gently caressing my nipples, pulling them between his thumb and forefinger. My nipples had never been so sensitive. I felt like I would come again just from his touch. Leaning over, Ivan took my right nipple in his mouth. Moaning, I thrust it towards him, begging him to suck it harder. His hand was squeezing my other breast, rubbing it in his fingers. His mouth moved to my other nipple and I groaned. Ivan stood again and smiled. Laying me out on the bed, he stepped back and I watched as he undressed. I’d never been with a man older than me, no one over 20. Watching Ivan, I was mesmerized. As Ivan stripped, I found that he was in fantastic physical shape. As he removed his pants, my eyes went to his growing erection. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, hard and standing straight. His cock was long and thick, throbbing from it’s arousal. Moving to the side of the bed, I reached my hand up and stroked his thigh. He looked down at me as I moved my hand up his thigh to his groin. His cock was begging to be touched. Running my hands over his balls, I stroked him. He moaned and I moved my hand to the base of his shaft. Wrapping my fingers around him, I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the tip. Ivan grunted and thrust his cock into my mouth. My lips closed around him and sucked. He tasted salty and spicy. Trapping him in my mouth, I sucked hard, pulling him in and out of my lips. Ivan moaned, his hand rubbing the back of my head. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I tasted a drop of precum from the tip and sucked even harder. Ivan was groaning, telling me how good it felt, how warm my mouth was. Holding his shaft in my hand, I licked the underside and his balls. He was so thick. Stroking him with my hand, I looked up at him and said two words, “Fuck me.” I laid back on the bed, opening my legs wide. Ivan stood and watched as I ran my fingers over my trimmed pussy, opening my lips. I was so horny and so wet. As Ivan laid on top of me, he guided his hard cock to me. I moaned as the tip pushed between my lips, surging deep inside me. We both moaned and thrust at each other. As Ivan slid his cock inside me, I pushed up, meeting him. Our mouths met again, kissing, licking, as Ivan fucked me harder and harder. The thickness of him was stretching me wide as he rammed over and over again into my tight pussy. Ivan’s hands grabbed my hips, holding me still as his cock drilled in and out of me. He was grunting and telling me how tight I felt, how good my pussy felt around his cock. Slipping a hand between us, I nearly bolted of the bed as I felt his finger rubbing against my clit. I begged for him to fuck me harder. Ivan would pull his cock almost all the way out and then ram back into me. I felt another orgasm building. I didn’t hold back. Pushing up to meet him, I groaned and thrashed on the bed, letting my orgasm ride me. Ivan pulled out and turned me over. Getting up on all fours, I looked over my shoulder and moaned as he leaned over and ran his tongue over my sensitive pussy lips. His tongue stroked me slowly. Then, guiding his cock into me, Ivan fucked me doggy style. The dog walker was getting walked but good. Ivan’s hands grabbed my ass as he plugged me harder and harder. I moaned, pushing back against him. Reaching down underneath me, I stroked his swinging balls as they slapped against me. Another orgasm broke through me and then Ivan’s fingers dug into my ass. He thrust hard into me and moaned. I smiled as I felt his cock erupt inside me, filling me. Pulling out, Ivan laid on the bed, his dripping cock throbbing. Leaning down, I took him in my mouth, sucking him clean. He moaned out an “Oh god” as my mouth tightened around him. Laying up in his arms, Ivan kissed my forehead. I’d never felt so relaxed. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Ivan ask me if I had more short-shorts. I nodded and told him I did. And if I didn’t, I’d buy more. I walk Lily four times a week. And now, I ride Ivan at least five nights a week. I love my job. Dog Walking Walking the dog in the field at the top of our road is a lone, but sort of companionable activity. You "meet" other dog walkers, some men, but more women. Often you see them the other side of the field, and raise an arm in greeting. Occasionally you pass them close enough to say hello, and sometimes cross at the gate and stop for a brief chat. You don't really get to know their names, so they are associated with their dogs. A few you see in all weathers. One such is the albino German Shepherd: A powerfully built blond with her curly hair in a pony tail through the back of her ever-present baseball cap. Her muscular thighs are a sight to behold in summer shorts. Then there's the Red Setter: A voluptuous dark blond with flowery Wellington boots. I don't know what it is about her green trousers, but her ass is so gorgeous in them. There's the three Spaniels: A petite brunette, ironically with two blond hottie daughters makes three. My story starts about fifteen years ago. Just as I was going in through the gate, a loveable Golden Labrador puppy on a day-glow yellow lead was about to go out. I think I said something inane like, "What a lovely puppy." The dark-haired brunette seemed to want to chat in her lilting welsh accent. She was friendly and outgoing, and confided in me that the puppy was to try to help take her daughters' (five and three years old) minds off the fact that their father had left them all. Again inanity struck, and I muttered something like. "I am sorry." She was puppy walking for Guide Dogs for the Blind, as she wasn't sure she wanted to take on a dog. She went on to say that she had just had a cancer operation and had a breast removed. He felt she was not a complete woman any more and not the woman he married. "He's a bastard." I blurted out. She looked slightly shocked. I blushed and stammered, "I'm sorry. It's not my place to say that. I'm so sorry he left you, and I think he is the loser, as you are a lovely person." "Thank you," she responded. We continued our walks, and I saw her a few times after that day until my job changed and I didn't walk at that time any more. I still occasionally thought of her, and the damage that one person can do to another. Fifteen years later, I had just been widowed. Walking the dog was balm to my soul and a time to think. And I ran into her again. This time she had her own dog, and the conversation began with that. After a bit, she mentioned that I seemed upset. I told her what had happened. "Listen, you did me so much good when my husband left me. Calling him a bastard really shocked me, but then I realised that he was and it helped so much. And you said a really nice thing that I never forgot, that I was lovely. I thought about that remark a lot in the bad times. Thank you. Now, will you come to supper and join in with the family? Both girls are home." I was grateful to take my mind off brooding at home on my own, so I turned up with a bottle of wine and a bottle of coke for the girls. I realised my mistake when the door opened, as did my mouth when I saw this tall athletic red-head in a tight t-shirt and shorts. We established I was at the right house, and I realised that five plus fifteen was twenty, and her name was Steph. The now eighteen year old daughter was a petite blond, equally jaw dropping, and called Claire. When their mum walked in, I realised that I had over-dressed in slacks and a short sleeved shirt. Dressed like her daughters in a t-shirt and shorts, she looked stunning. A more voluptuous mature figure with a neat cleavage, slightly rounded stomach and long toned legs, like Steph only with more curves to them. After the introductions, during which I realised that I hadn't know that my dog walking friend's name was Megan, the conversation flowed noisily and ceaselessly, and for almost the first time, I actually forgot my sadness. Towards the end of the evening, the girls said they were going to the pub to meet some mates, so I started to make leaving noises. Megan obviously had other ideas. "Just wait there while I say goodbye to Steph and Claire, and I'll bring you some coffee." I was nervous. I really wasn't sure where I wanted this to go. It seemed too soon, and yet I'd really enjoyed myself. I could hear them agreeing what time they would be in – a sensible precaution I thought. Then the door shut and Megan came back in without coffee, walked straight up to me and kissed me on the mouth. I was stunned, but my arms went round her on automatic, and I felt her rubbing up against me. I knew she'd be able to feel my instant attraction, hard against her midriff, and I was both embarrassed and pleased that she would know how I felt. Then she really shocked me. "You know, I've been waiting for you. Ever since you said I was lovely." "Ummm. Sorry. I don't know what to say." I stumbled like a schoolboy on his first date. I knew she could be hurt, so I pulled my mind together to reassure her. "I do think you are really lovely, and very physically attractive too." Her face split into a big smile at that, and she blushed slightly. "It's so soon after my wife died that I don't know what to think. And you deserve a man fifteen years younger than me." She whispered back so quietly that I strained to hear, "But I don't want another man, I want you. It's not for lack of looking, because I knew you were married. I've just never found anyone, and when your wife died I was praying that we could meet. You made me feel like a woman again, and I wanted that more than anything." We kissed, and I could feel my insecurities melting away. Pressed together we kissed as if we were drowning and until we were both on fire with lust. Suddenly, as if by mutual agreement, we were both moving towards the stairs. Megan took my hand and led me to the bedroom, saying, "I always ask the girls what time they are going to be in, but I had an ulterior motive tonight. We've got a clear two hours." If I was hard before, I was like blue steel now, knowing how much this woman wanted me. But suddenly she was hesitating; looking apprehensive. I realised this was about her operation, and that I had some serious re-assurance to do. I took her in my arms and kissed, running my hands up and down her muscled back, ending with one in her hair and one on her shapely ass, pulling her into me. I was panting slightly. "Megan," I whispered into her ear, "you are gorgeous, and I have such a raging hard on caused entirely by you." She relaxed a little in my arms, and I knew I had started out well. I thought, "Head on is the only way to go with this." "I want to see your scars." She tensed, as I knew she would. "I want to kiss them and make love to them." She burst into tears. When the tears had abated a little, she hiccupped back to me, "Oh, Bryn, that's the sweetest thing you could have said." I caressed her face and licked the tears from her cheeks, moving slowly down to her neck, all the while stroking her back and sides. My hands moved to the bottom of her t-shirt and drew it up over her head. As it came off, I ran my hands down her arms and sides until kneeling I was kissing her flat stomach and moving slowly up her delicious body. As my tongue and lips reached the underside of her bra, I unsnapped it and took it off, with the insert. She tensed again, but immediately my tongue was on her scars getting to know the shape and feel of her. "Oh God," she moaned, "I never knew a scar could be so erotic." I could feel her stomach fluttering, and she relaxed against me again, her hands fisting in my hair and pulling me gently into her. I have to admit that it was exciting for me too. After a time, I moved slowly over to her breast, licking the underside and looking with anticipation at the hard nipple perched on the tight globe. She was moaning with her head thrown back, and her stomach muscles clenched as I sucked the nipple into my mouth and laved it with my tongue. I felt her hands urgently on my shirt, unbuttoning and sliding up my hairs to play with my nipples. She jumped and pulled back with wide eyes. "So that's how you know. You've had cancer too." I smiled at her, tracing her scars with my finger, as she did the same to me. "Mirror image to you, so our scars and our whole side meet when we embrace." She pushed my shirt off my shoulders, pulled me to her and rubbed herself against me. "I like the feeling of both sides." I said, as our scars and our nipples rubbed. "Oh God," she hissed, "I can't believe this. Will you marry me?" I kissed her hard on the lips. I was hooked on this woman. Her honesty, courage, openness, sexuality such a refreshing change from my staid marriage. "Yes." I whispered, hands moving down to her shorts. As I was manoeuvring her shorts over her hips, she was busy undoing and disposing of my slacks. As I was luxuriating in the feel of her magnificent bush, I was also luxuriating in the feel of her small hand on my shaft. "I can see why you said it was raging," she laughed, "It's hard as nails." She lay back on the bed and pulled me into her. As the tip of my cock touched her wet pussy, she moved her hands to my shoulders and pulled me down for a kiss. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I pushed into her hot wet pussy. We moaned together, arching our backs into each other. We lay panting and kissing, revelling in our connection and the raw heat between us. As if by mutual consent, we were suddenly at it like dogs on heat, slamming into each other after a drought of so many years. The climax was electrifying, and I discovered to my eternal delight that she was a squirter. After cuddling in a sated stupor for a while, we just had time to 69 before the girls were due home. I think we both swallowed about the same amount of cum, and both enjoyed sharing it in a kiss afterwards. She asked me to stay till the girls got home, so we showered and dressed, and sat with the long-delayed coffee to wait for them. They were thrilled with the news, and both gave me smacking kisses. As I left that night, I heard Steph's voice floating through the window. "Mum, you look well fucked. Was he as good as you hoped?" "Honey, he was better. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, and I hope you find a man as wonderful as him." I was both shocked and walking on air. Little did I know how often those two feelings would repeat themselves over our marriage, but that's a story for another time.