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Walking the Dog

By: pullmepushyou



It was finally summer. I just moved out of my parents' home and had found an apartment for myself and my best friend Harry, a ninety pound mutt that I had rescued from the local dog pound when I entered high school. He had been my constant and loyal companion for the past five years and there was no way that I was going to leave without him. We had gone everywhere and done everything together, and now that we were out on our own, I needed to find a place for Harry to do his thing, if you know what I mean. At my parent's house, Harry would have the run of two acres of land, so picking up piles of dog shit wasn't a worry. He would head off into the wooded section of our property, do what he had to do, and then come back to play. Now I needed to find a place where we could continue to do what we liked to do…shit wherever we wanted and play. I knew of a park that was within walking distance of where we now lived, but I also knew that it got rather crowded once the day started to warm up. Therefore, Harry and I needed to wake up early to avoid anyone or anything that would disturb our perfect life.

Things went well for the first week. We had the park to ourselves for more than an hour each day, and when other people would start to arrive we would leave. The beginning of the second week, however, brought about a drastic change in our lives. We reached our destination at the usual time, only to find a woman and her dog playing in "our" park. Harry looked up at me with quizzical eyes, then at the two intruders, and then at me once more, as if asking, "What the hell is going on? Who the fuck is that?" I shrugged my shoulders, trying to let him know that there really wasn't anything I could do about it, and that he'd have to cope.

I took the leash off of his collar and let him loose, knowing that at that point in time, taking a dump was his number one priority. Harry headed off to his usual, out of the way spot, lifted his leg and then did what he really had to do, never taking his eyes off of the other dog. I truly expected Harry to stay with me when he was done, but as soon as he finished, he took off in the direction of the woman and her dog.

"Harry. No!" I yelled, but my effort was useless.

Harry covered the distance in seconds, which was no small accomplishment for him. I have to admit that he was a bit overweight, but I had never seen him run so fast in his life, even when he wasn't so generously proportioned. As I trotted over to where the three of them now where, I watched as the woman introduced herself to Harry with a playful rub to his head and affectionate scratch to his chin. After that, Harry made a beeline for her dog, with both of them introducing themselves to each other the way all dogs do, with a lengthy sniff of each other's ass. Once the preliminaries were through, they both took off in some sort of dog contest to see who could run the fastest to nowhere. When I finally reached the woman, she was standing with her back toward me, arms folded in front of herself and watching the two dogs enjoy each other.

"Sorry about that," I said slightly out of breath. "I didn't think he would come over here. He usually listens pretty well."

"That's alright," the woman said as she turned to face me. "Princess seems to be enjoying his company."

As she turned to talk to me, I saw that she was an older woman. I understand "now" that middle-aged isn't old, but it's still a couple of decades spent on earth longer than myself. It was quite apparent that she hadn't expected to meet anyone at the park this early in the morning. Her blond hair was tied back into a short ponytail and she wore no makeup. Her face, however, still exhibited a fresh appearance and attitude. Her less than perfectly proportioned teeth and nose, along with her strikingly high cheeks, may have possibly induced an advertising agency in a time gone by to say that she had a "farm-fresh", natural look. To me, she was sort of cute. The way she was dressed would only add to the marketing campaign which could have been designed for her traits. She was wearing a plaid, worn out, cotton shirt. Its tails were tied in front, exposing a small portion of her stomach. Her belly button was an "inner". A pair of worn, cut-off jeans, that were probably shorter than they should have been and a size too small, covered her ass. Maybe they fit her body a few years ago, when she was a few pounds lighter and a few inches firmer, but now her thighs bulged out slightly at the edge of the pants leg. Calf-high white socks and a pair of hiking boots completed her attire for this morning's excursion with her dog into the park.

At first, she must have forgotten about her appearance, but the longer we talked, exchanging inconsequential pleasantries about the weather and our dogs, and the more she looked at me, the more uncomfortable she seemed to be about how she appeared. She started to fuss with her hair and her clothing the way women do when they think that they look totally unattractive. She pulled at this and poked at that, fidgeted over here and fiddled over there, until finally I couldn't take it anymore. I had to say something.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked.

"I must look horrible," she said bluntly, sounding nervous and awkward. "I…got up late…and…threw on anything that was hanging around so I could get Princess here. I feel like a slob." 

"Don't be silly. You look fine. Besides, there's nobody here. Just me and Harry. And he was in a pretty big hurry to come over and see you. You know, he doesn't single out just anyone to be his friend."

"That's right," she said with a smile. "He picked you, didn't he."

"That's right," I confirmed proudly. "And now he's picked you too."

"I think Princess had something to do with that."

We both looked as our two dogs frolicked in the grass without a care in the world.

"Well…maybe," I said, turning to look at her again. Her green eyes nearly matched the color of the grass.

"Not maybe," she said, nodding her head in the direction of our dogs once more. "I'd say definitely."

I turned to see what she was alluding to. Harry was now doing the other thing that dogs are famous for. He was standing behind Princess, his forepaws wrapped tightly around her waist. His hips were pumping back and forth like the driving piston of and old-style locomotive. A stupid, happy grin was painted on his face.

"Harry!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "Cut that out! Harry!"

Once again, my dog paid no attention to what I said. He continued to dry-hump this woman's dog until he wanted to stop. When he finished, Princess happily turned to face him, playfully bent her head down to the ground, and then took off on another run across the field, with Harry puffing behind.

"Sorry about that. He's not being a very good boy today."

"Oh, don't worry about it," she said with a giggle. "She's fixed, just like her master. Besides, I don't think she minded at all. In fact, I think she enjoyed it."

In spite of the fact that she didn't seem to mind seeing her dog get humped by some stranger's, I felt somewhat uncomfortable. I prayed that Harry would control himself until I could collar him and take him home. Thankfully, he never did catch up to Princess again.

The woman told me that she was married and had three children. Her husband was at work and the kids had just left the other day and were visiting relatives out of state for three weeks. She didn't work, so most of her day was spent at home with the dog. I told her about my current situation, how I worked evenings, and that Harry was my one and only best friend.

"No girlfriend?"

"I've got Harry for now."

"That doesn't sound right," she said with a laugh.

"Hey," I said playfully. "Who do you think taught him those moves?" I said, as I held my hands out into the air in front of myself and pitched my hips back and forth.

"Wow," she said as she continued to laugh. "You're form is very good."

We both continued to chuckle as our dogs finally decided that they had run around long enough for the day. The four of us gathered together as a few more people began to enter the park. I collared Harry first, putting his leash on and holding him by my side. Princess was a bit more tired and decided to lay down a few yards away from us. The woman elected to leash her dog while she lounged on the ground. She went over to her dog, and instead of squatting down, she spread her legs and bent over at her waist to harness her tired pet. Standing behind her, Harry and I both stared at the pleasant view she offered to us. The legs of her shorts rose up on her chubby thighs, revealing temporary, red marks which had been pressed into them. The seam that went down the middle of the backside of her pants strained to stay together as her ass expanded to its fullest size. On the right side of her ass, the line of her panty dissected her right cheek squarely in the middle. The left side was a different story. The edge of her panty was no where to be seen, buried somewhere deep inside the crack of her ass. 

"Let me show you my dog moves now," I thought to myself.

I wasn't paying very close attention to Harry when suddenly he moved forward, trying to put his nose into the crack of her ass as he sniffed the air feverishly. I luckily pulled at his already shortened leash, stopping his advance with barely an inch to spare. He gagged and coughed as he sat, looking up at me and wondering what the hell I did that for. In spite of my silent, but energetic, fist-shaking admonishment, he continued to sniff the air frantically in her direction, and once more in my life I wished that I was a dog. Finally, she had her dog collared and she straightened up. The seam of her cut-offs now disappeared into the same dark crevasse that had swallowed the left side of her panty. Both cheeks of her ass were now delightfully obvious. I could only imagine the loud sound that would resonate from a perfectly placed slap. As she turned to face me, she pulled the legs of her shorts back down. We smiled at each other, and I wondered if we were smiling about the same thing.

We both lived in the same direction, so we walked together for a few blocks. When we reached the street where we would go our separate ways, Harry and Princess seemed to not want to part. As we both pulled our dogs along, she turned and called back to me.

"My name's Jean. See you tomorrow?"

"Maybe," I called back.

"What's your name?"

"Thomas…Tommy. Everyone calls me Tommy." "My mom calls me Thomas," I said softly to myself.

"Okay. See ya' Tommy."

We waved to each other and turned to continue on our way. After about ten steps, I stopped and looked back towards Jean once more. I found myself watching the cheeks of her ass pitch up and down in a very rhythmic manner. Harry watched too, and I wondered whose ass he was looking at. When she turned to go down another street, Harry and I headed off to our apartment. 

Throughout the rest of the day, I found myself thinking more and more about the older woman I had met. The sight of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and the shape of her ass repeatedly filled my thoughts. When I eagerly let my imagination grow, so did my cock. Quickly, a full blown hard-on filled my shorts when I imagined myself doing to Jean what Harry had done to Princess. A wet spot of pre-cum rapidly stained my shorts. I should have suspended my daydream at that point, but instead, I increased my drive and searched through my numerous copies of Penthouse. I finally found a pictorial that featured a girl that somewhat resembled the older woman from the park. Heading for my bathroom and standing over the toilet bowl, I began to stroke my hard cock as I examined the pictorial. I let a huge amount of spit collect in my mouth, and when I knew that I had accumulated enough, I let it drip from my mouth to coat my fingers and cock. From past depraved experiences, I knew that I could have used some other lubricant, but spit always seemed to be more natural and usually more effective. As I stared at the pictures of the woman in the magazine, her face was magically transformed into Jean's. A shot of her holding onto the lips of her cunt and spreading them apart as far as she could took me to the brink of orgasm. I let another deposit of spit smear over my cock as I turned to the last page. I was greeted by a shot of the model's ass as she bent over. The mound of her cunt bulged down from between her legs as a tuft of soft, pubic hair hung down invitingly on either side of her parted lips. My hand slid rapidly over my cock as my balls convulsed, sending a stream of cum into the bowl. I groaned as my orgasm set chills up and down my spine.

Harry heard my moans of pleasure and came padding down the hall to see what was going on. By the time he reached the bathroom, the last drops of cum were oozing out of the tip of my cock and dropping into the bowl. I looked down at him as he looked at my swollen cock, and then at me. 

"I bet you wish you could do that, huh fella? Well, at least you could sniff your girl's ass and dry-hump her in the middle of the park without worrying about someone calling the cops. I got to get my jollies by jerking off in the bathroom, thinking about some married, old lady that I'll never even get close to. At least you get something you lucky bastard. I only got these magazines. Go lay down."

Harry took a deep breath, blew it out of his nose, and then departed. I still had to clean my hand and cock, and then look forward to eight hours of work. I spent the rest of my day wondering where I had put my clean shorts, and if I would see the older woman again. When my work day finally ended hours later, I had decided that the day had been a fluke, and that my normal, tedious existence would resume tomorrow.

When Harry and I left our apartment for the park the next morning, I had really been hoping that Jean and Princess would be there waiting for us. Upon our arrival, a slight sense of depression filled my heart as an empty park greeted us. Harry, on the other hand, seemed to be as happy as ever. Whether or not a female would be there for him was of no concern. All he wanted was to take a healthy shit and run. I unleashed him and sent him on his merry way. As he fulfilled his physical wants and needs, I spun around slowly, hoping that I had possibly missed seeing the woman and her dog. No such luck. They weren't here. I let Harry run around and explore as he always did, chasing squirrels and smelling patches of burnt, yellow grass. Today, however, I didn't partake by walking with him as I had done before. After yesterday, it just didn't seem the same. It had been more fun with another human being around to talk to, especially one of the opposite sex. 

Time dragged, and I was going to end our morning at the park early when I heard Harry bark and saw him running toward the park entrance. I turned to see another dog running in his direction. It was Princess. A huge smile grew immediately on my face when I saw Jean waving at me. I waved back, unaware that my heart rate had increased, or that I was trotting off in her direction. Our dogs met first, but I have to admit that I didn't loose the race by much. I was surprised to find myself panting like a dog when I reached Jean.

"You can run quite fast Tommy. I guess that goes hand-in-hand with youth."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Aaa, sometimes I jog to stay in shape."

"I see. I thought you ran because you were happy to see us," she said with a smile.

"Well yeah. I mean no. I mean…I jog. Honest."

"I was just kidding with you," she said, reaching out and touching my arm with her hand. 

Her touch was so soft and so warm. I could smell the slight fragrance of an extremely enticing scent float from her body. Maybe it was a hand lotion, or maybe a perfume, but why wear perfume to walk your dog in the park? It was then that I noticed how different she looked. Her hair was styled and she was wearing a slight touch of makeup. A matched, well-fitted blouse and skirt had replaced her worn shirt and cut-offs. A stylish pair of shoes with a slight heel had taken the place of her socks and hiking boots. Suddenly, I was the one that felt uncomfortable with my attire. Without thinking, I questioned her about her appearance.

"Looking pretty snazzy for a morning dog-walk. Got someplace special to go to?"

"No. No where to go. Just here to meet you. Yesterday, like I said before, I got up late and just threw anything on. Today, I got up on time. That's all."

"I see. We didn't expect to see the two of you. I thought that maybe we scared you away."

"Oh no. Don't think that way. We enjoyed your company yesterday. Couldn't stop thinking about how much fun we had. Especially Princess. She couldn't stop talking about how good Harry was."

She laughed scandalously, alluding to Harry's backdoor attack of her dog. She reached out and put her arm around my shoulder, pulling me into her body and hugging me as if we had been good friends for years. I laughed uncomfortably and found myself trying to artfully escape her grasp. She released me from her grip slowly, letting her hand gently brush against my ass on its way down. Nether one of us said anything about it, but I'm sure that we both knew that it had happened. 

Once again, small talk occupied our time as the two dogs reestablished their friendship. In spite of my now guarded feelings towards her, I couldn't help but find myself attracted to her new appearance. Without even trying, she had my undivided attention. Great effort was exerted on my part to not let my spellbound stares last too long. Her breasts, which were hidden by yesterday's shirt, now stood out independently with a firm, inviting form. Her skirt clung to her hips, accentuating the motion of her lower body as she walked. The heels of her shoes made the muscles in her full calves take on a surprisingly, stunning shape. Had this woman been single and slightly younger, I would have asked her out for a date.

About a half hour passed by before the usual crowd began to enter the park. We both agreed that it was time to go and leashed our dogs. The pace of our walk was slower than the previous day's. Maybe it was caused by the heels of her shoes, and maybe it was because neither one of us was satisfied by the length of time we had spent together. As we approached the street where we would go our separate ways, Jean stopped and turned to face me.

"You know Tommy, Harry and Princess really didn't get to spend much time together today. That was my fault. Why don't you come to my house. It's just down the street. I've got a fenced-in yard and the dogs can spend a little more time with each other. They'd love it. I'll make coffee. How's that sound."

"Gosh. I really don't know. I don't want to be a pain."

"Don't be silly. I'm the one asking. I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to. What do you say? How could you refuse those eyes?" she asked, pointing down at Harry.

Harry was doing what any other dog would do, wagging his tail and giving his best impression of a human being's smile.

"What do you say Harry?" I asked. "It's up to you. Do you want to visit over Princess's house?"

Harry wagged his tail some more and barked.

"Well, I guess that's that. But only for a little while. Like I said. I don't want to be a pain."

"Great. Your fantastic Harry," she said, as she bent down and rubbed Harry's head. As she cradled his muzzle in her hand she said, "Let's go and have some fun."

Unwittingly, I had just allowed my dog to let a married woman invite me over to her empty house. It never occurred to me that what we were about to do could lead to things that just shouldn't happen. I mean, it's one thing to associate with an older, attractive, married woman in a public place, and another thing to accept an invitation to spend time in her house while her kids and husband are away. I'm sure that neither one of us had intended to do more than talk, but we both should have known better. Leave a pyromaniac alone in a room with a book of matches, and you can be sure that when you get back, some of those matches will have been struck.


Walking the Dog



My instruction: Take the dog for a walk, and mark every place the dog marks. I know this will be difficult, as the trail around the lake is used by many others, at all times of the day. There will be the risk of being discovered, but then, the risk is really the thing that turns me on. 

I set out, wearing a pair of close-fitting black lycra-ish yoga pants, and a t-shirt. It is funny how I approach these assignments. At first it is with excitement and eagerness to please, until the fear and dread of what I am about to do, kicks in. The fear is enough to almost stop me...almost. But in the end, the challenge is too inviting, the task too deliciously warped to pass up. 

At the head of the trail, which is right next to the road, there is a gate, of sorts, (to keep cars out) with an iron post, that is about as thick and as tall as my thigh. This is the first target for the dog. He lifts his leg, marks the post, and starts to trot on, but pressure on the leash tells him we are not going anywhere yet. I look around nervously, and brush my crotch against the post (which is conveniently crotch-level)and will myself to let out a tiny squirt of pee. It takes a moment while I'm trying really hard to calm myself enough to do it. I finally let out a few drops, as I'm pushing my crotch against the post, which is painted bright yellow. My heart is pounding at the thought of doing this thing, and I am slightly disappointed not to be able to see my 'mark' on the post. I look down to see how obvious the pee stain is on my pants, but the fabric is very forgiving. I know there is more wetness there, than just from the pee. I am aroused. 

The dog's next spot is a large willow tree, just at the edge of the water. He sniffs all around the tree, and my little pier, where I launch my kayak, and I find myself hoping he'll pee there on the pier, so that I can mimic him more discreetly. But no, he chooses the tree. Great. I look around to see if I am alone. No one is in sight (though I can't see around the bend in the trail) and I step over to the tree. I listen carefully to see if I can hear anyone coming. My instructions are that I must mark the same things the dog marks...not the general AREA, but the same exact object. To make sure I actually wet the tree, I have to arch my back a little, making sure my crotch is what is touching. Taking another quick glance around, I press myself to the tree, and again try to quickly squeeze out a few drops. 

Ahh, success! But oh god! suddenly from the corner of my eye, I see a man with his dog. The man is looking at me strangely as if trying to figure out what I'm doing. Oh my god...It is obvious then that he saw me there, crotch pressed against the trunk of the tree, probably looking as if I was humping it as I tried to pee. What must he think?? I turn 50 shades of red as I try to make it look as if I was stretching against the tree or something...anything to keep him from thinking about what I was really doing. Could he even begin to guess? My legs are shaking and I flash him a weak smile as he passes. I can barely continue to walk I'm shaking so much, and as the breeze swirls up around me, I catch the scent of my own arousal. 

As we walk on down the path, my phone rings. I see his number on the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Where are you, right now, at this minute?"

"I'm on the path, by the lake, walking the dog."

"Have you done as I've asked, marking where he marks?"

"Yes"

"Stop walking."

"Ok...what's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

"Spread your legs wide."

"Ummm, ok. There's someone coming, though."

"How far are they from you?"

"I dunno....maybe 50 feet."

"God, perfect."

"What..."

"Forget marking. Pee for me. Right now...do it."

"Are you kidding me? Someone's coming!"

"Mary, do it...pee for me. Let it out." 

"OMG. I can't! I can't do this! They're gonna see."

"Yes, they are. And you're going to look right at them."

"Shit - why did I even answer?"

"Mary, stop talking and pee right now, or you will stand there that way until the next person comes along, and you will ASK them if you can pee for them." 

"Ok ok...I'll pee!"

"Yes, you will. Stay on the line with me while you do."

"Ok."

"That's my girl...don't hold back, let it all out."

It was a surreal moment. As two young girls, probably mid- teens came to pass, I stood in the middle of the path, legs spread wide, peeing. There was no question what I was doing. No doubt. I could see the confusion in their eyes turn to disgust, as they passed. 

"Ewwwww!" the dark-haired one screamed. Then after more giggling and snickering, I heard one of them, I'm not sure which, say,

"OMG that's disgusting!" 

I did not turn around. I did not dare. I didn't recognize either girl, thank god, and hoped neither recognized me. Regardless my tears began to flow. I have never known such humiliation. I felt sick to my stomach, even as my pussy was leaking. In my agitated state, I barely heard the voice in my ear.

"Slow it down, Mary....just breathe."

I did not say a word into the phone, as the tears continued to stream down my face, the dog at my feet sniffing the puddle I left.

"How do you feel?" he asks.

"Can I please keep walking?" 

"Where is the nearest private place on your walk?...and yes, you can keep walking, but find some privacy, where you will not be seen."

Sniffing.

"Are you okay?" he asks

"Yes."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes." I say, and let out a weak laugh.

"That was so great...you did great."

"Why do you do this to me?"

"Because it turns me on. Face it, it turns YOU on, too."

I let out a long sigh.

"Have you thought of a place that might be private?"

"Well, there's a baseball dugout across the field."

"Ok...close?"

"Yes, very."

"Ok, good. When you get inside, let me know."

Before reaching the dugout, I realize I've made a pretty big mistake. Although it is across the field from the path, it faces the path directly. 

"I think this might not be such a good idea." I tell him.

"Are there people around?"

"No, it's just that the dugout faces the path."

"Ahh, this will be easy, after standing in the MIDDLE of the path, don't you think?"

"That depends on what you have in mind for me, I guess."

"Just your pleasure, babe."

"Yeah, right."

"Be nice...I could make it worse on you..."

"Yikes!"

"Ok, I'm in." I tell him.

"Put your hand in your pants. Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"I mean wet, as in other than pee."

"Yes, I am wet."

"Taste yourself."

"Oh God."

"Are you standing, or sitting?"

"I'm sitting down."

"Ok...do not move from that position. I want you to circle your clit, until you are ready to cum. But DO NOT MOVE."

"Ok. I might not be able to cum, though."

"Oh, I suspect you may be wrong about that. Are you touching your clit?"

"Yes." (breathing faster)

"Stay on it. Bring yourself to the edge, Mary."

"Oh god, my thighs are burning in this position!"

"You can do it...stay with it."

"Yes." 

"Mary..."

"Yes?"

"You are going to beg me to cum."

"Ok...yes."

"How does a dog beg, Mary?"

"Please...OMG no...you KNOW I hate this."

"How does a dog beg, Mary?"

"Arrrrrggg, I don't know!...he barks?"

"I'm thinking more like whining. If you were a dog that really wanted something, what would you sound like? Make that sound, Mary."

(Breathing very fast, trying to stay still, hating that his words are turning me on)

I make a dog's whining sound.

"Good girl. Would you like to cum?"

"God.....yes."

"Beg me, Mary."

"Please..."

"Beg like a dog, Mary."

I am on the edge, the day's indignities flooding back to me. First peeing on the sidewalk, now whining like a dog. Where will I draw the line when it comes to pleasure? What will I NOT do, to feel that release?

And suddenly, I AM a dog. I am begging as a dog would beg, whining to its owner for that morsel, that taste of pure pleasure. My own dog looks at me; cocks his head curiously. This only adds to my humiliation, as I wait for my climax to be allowed. I am whining and fingering my clit furiously. Whining. Waiting. And whining some more.

Finally, "Cum, doggy! Cum for me, Mary."

The word 'doggy' makes me cringe. I want to scream, "I am not your fucking doggy!" but it is too late. I am already cumming. I am racked with spasm after spasm, as I feel the fire in my thighs, and between my legs. 

"Good girl. Good doggy." he says, and hangs up.

I snap the phone shut, and with a scream of frustration, chuck it as far as I can into the ball field. A curious jogger on the path looks at me, as I head out to the field, retrieve my phone, and then walk back down the path, toward home. 



Walking the Dog



I opened my eyes long enough to focus on the numbers of the digital clock on the night stand next to the bed and then quickly closed them again. The numbers took a minute to register in my mind, 5:30. Damn I thought, time to get up for work already. No, wait, now I remember its New Years Day, a holiday, no work, I can sleep as late as I want. As I lay there thinking about falling back to sleep, other thoughts begin to enter my mind and I slowly become more alert. After 15 minutes of tossing and turning I realize that there is no going back to sleep today. I've always been an early riser and my internal clock has gotten me up at the time I get up every work day. I laid there listening to my wife Maria's rhythmic breathing. She has no trouble sleeping late I thought jealously. 

My mind drifts back to last night, no kids are home, they are both sleeping over friend's houses and I figure this would be a great night for the two of us to cuddle up on the couch in front of a fire and have a little fun while we wait for the ball to drop. But as soon as I hit the switch to ignite the gas log Maria looks at me and says "I know what you want and you can forget it, I've had a long day and I'm exhausted." 

"Come on Hon," I say, "It's New Years Eve, you can sleep as late as you want tomorrow, why don't you lay down and I'll give you a back massage and you can relax." 

She looks at me, rolls her eyes and says "All I want is a glass of wine and a good night's sleep, NOTHING ELSE!" 

"Fine," I say angrily "I'll get you a glass of wine and I'll leave you alone." 

As I go to the kitchen to get her a glass of wine and myself a beer I think why should tonight be any different that most other nights? I've been married to Maria for almost twenty years and while we have never had sex with the frequency I would have liked, we did do it a few times a month up until the last couple of years. It seems as if about two years ago Maria lost all interest, if we make love once every couple of months now I'm lucky. When we do have sex she really gets into it and seems to love it, but lately I'm thinking that might just be an act.

Okay, I might as well get out of bed, we, or should I say Maria, had promised our neighbors Rob and Laura that we, or should I say me, would feed and let their dog out. Rob and Laura had spent the night in the city to celebrate the New Year and their 21 year old daughter Jennifer was spending the night with friends at the college she attends. I had let the dog out last night before being turned down by Maria and would have to do it at least one more time this morning since Rob and Laura wouldn't be returning leaving the city until 11:00 this morning.

So I quietly get out of bed and trudge off into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and shave to bring myself fully awake and head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I set the coffee maker up and went to power on the PC so I could read the morning paper and do a little early morning surfing. When the coffee was ready I sat down checked CNN, saw with a sigh of relief that there had been no terrorist attacks during the New Years celebrations last night and then went to check out the latest sporting news. Nothing too exciting there, so being my usual early morning horny self I surfed over to Literotica to check the new stories. I found one about a 45 year old guy who was having sex with his next door neighbor, a beautiful housewife whose husband was ignoring her sexual needs. He went over to help her with a leaky faucet and ended up getting his dick sucked on the kitchen floor. 

"How come something like that never happens to me," I thought. I've been married a long time and had never once cheated or come close to cheating. These Literotica stories are nice to read but I guess that's what they are, stories." 

Well now that my dick is semi-hard and my coffee is gone I figure it's time to go take care of Rob's dog. 

As I walk up to their house I notice that a car is parked at the back of the driveway. I don't remember if it was there last night or not. It could have been, it was dark and I really wasn't paying much attention to the surroundings. I enter the code into the garage door panel and it slides up. I walk through the garage, open the door to the kitchen and am met by a happy Buster, wagging his tail and jumping up to say hi. 

I let Buster out the back door and follow him out into the brisk air to make sure he doesn't run off after a squirrel. The last thing I want to do is chase a dog all over the neighborhood this early in the morning. Well Buster goes about his business and comes up to me licking his chops with a look that says, "Okay, how about some food."

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I lean into the cabinet to get his food and just as I grab the bag someone behind me says, "Hi Jack." Not expecting this I jump hit my head on the top of the cabinet and spilt the bag of food all over the floor. As I look up I see Jennifer standing there as Buster begins to chow down on the spilt food. 

Jennifer had obviously just woken up but she looked unbelievable standing there. She is about 5'8, maybe 125 pounds, short brown hair and legs that never seem to end. She had on a v-neck white t-shirt that came down to mid thigh that just looked great on her. She giggled while she rubbed her eyes with one hand and covered a yawn with the other. 

"I'm sorry," she said," I didn't mean to startle you, but that was pretty funny."

"Well I'm glad I could be your early morning entertainment. What are you doing home? Your Mom and Dad said you were staying at school?"

"I was going to, but the jerk I'm dating decided to get shitfaced and he really pissed me off. So I jumped in my car and came home. I spent midnight alone in my car, not exactly what I had planned. How's your head? Hey, you want some coffee?"

"My heads okay, but my ego is bruised. Sure why not." 

She put the coffee on and we sat down across from each other at the table. When she sat the t-shirt came tight on her chest and I could see her nipples trying to poke through the material. When I looked up I knew she had caught me staring, she looked me right in the eyes and gave me a sly smile.

"Did you know that my Mom thinks you're the best looking guy in the neighborhood?"

"Me? No, that's news to me." 

"Yep. She's told me that a couple of times. Frankly I ever really saw it, but looking at you now, up close, I guess can see why."

"Gee thanks, I think."

The next thing I knew, I'm feeling Jennifer's foot sliding up the inside of my leg under the table and she rests it on the chair between my legs. She looked at me smiled and wiggled her toes into my crotch. Dumbfounded, I just sat there and stared at her, amazed that this beautiful young creature was doing this to me, my hand started to reach for her leg when Mr. Coffee made his gurgling noise to let us know that the coffee was ready. Jennifer pulled back her leg and got up to get the coffee. 

When she reached the counter she opened the cabinet and stretched up to get a cup on the top shelf. When she did this the t-shirt rode up to expose the rest of her legs and half of her ass that was covered with nothing but the strap of her thong. Stretch as she might she couldn't reach the cup she wanted. She looked back over her shoulder at me, gave me that smile again and asked me if I wouldn't mind giving her a hand. 

I said "Sure," and got up to get the cup. I figured that with what just happened at the table I should make a move and see what Jennifer really had on her mind. She stood there still reaching up waiting for me so I walked up behind her placed one hand on the counter next to her to steady myself and reached over her to get it. As I did this I leaned into her lightly, my crotch against her exposed ass. Just as I grabbed the cup she pushed back into me wiggling her butt into my hardening cock.

My hands came down and wrapped around her waist as she leaned in back into me. I pressed against her and kissed her neck as her head leaned on my shoulder. She let out a sigh and my hands slid up to cup her breasts through her t-shirt. They were a perfect size and rested nicely in my hands. As I began to slide my thumbs back and forth lightly over her nipples a long, "Mmmmm," escaped from her lips.

I pushed back a little and moved my hands down to the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it up. Her arms went up in the air and in an instant it was off. I turned her around, looked into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. As our mouths met our lips parted and our tongues began dancing. My arms reached around to pull her close and my hands slid down and each hand grabbed an ass check and pulled her into me.

Suddenly her hands moved to my chest and pushed me away. "I knew it," I thought to myself, now she's going to raise holy hell and I'm going to be in a whole lot of trouble. Instead she looked at me with that smile of hers and said "It doesn't seem real fair that I'm standing her in my birthday suit and you've got all your clothes on." With that her hands reached down undid my belt and proceeded to unzip my pants. Once they were unzipped she reached in and rubbed my now hard cock through my boxers. Then she leaned up and kissed me. My eyes were closed as she started unbuttoning my shirt, she had great fingers because by the time the kiss was over my shirt was completely unbuttoned and she slid in over my shoulders and it landed on the floor. 

I looked at her and said Where's your bedroom?" She replied "I'll show you in a minute," as she went down on her knees, grabbed the waist band of my pants and boxers and pulled them down to my ankles. As they passed over my cock it sprang to attention and almost poked Jennifer in the eye. She wrapped the fingers of her right had around it slowly stroked it while staring at it with a look of lust in her eyes that was like nothing I had ever seen. Then she kissed the tip and as she pulled her lips away her tongue stayed on it and then she began running it around the head. She then took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked, I could feel her teeth biting into me just below the head and then she looked up at me and smiled with my cock still in her mouth. Still looking at me she pulled her head back and my cock came out of her mouth, "I love sucking a nice hard cock." I said "Then we are very compatible because I love having mine sucked."

She smiled again and then leaned forward and I watched as my 7 inches disappeared into her mouth.

Suddenly I thought back to the story I had read on Literotica this morning. Here I was getting my dick sucked in a kitchen just like the guy I'd read about. Maybe they aren't just stories!!

Jennifer's mouth was sliding up and down my member while she sucked on it for all she was worth. Her right-hand was still clutching me and she stroked up and down as her mouth moved on me. The feel of what she was doing to me along with the incredible visual was making me feel like I would cum very soon. I didn't want this to end this quickly so I gently grabbed Jennifer's head and pulled her off my cock.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?" She said as she looked up at me with a sly smile yet pouty eyes.

"You know I do but if you keep that up I'll explode in no time. I'm not one of your 21 year old stud friends who can recover to go again in 10 minutes. I'm a 42 year old guy that needs a few hours, so let's make the most of this."

I took her hand and pulled her to her feet, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. Then I took her by the hand and let her to the living room sat her on the couch and kneeled down in front of her. Putting my hands on her waist I leaned up and kissed her gently on the eyes, the nose and then the mouth. A deep kiss, our mouths opened and our tongues met and wrestled. As we kissed my hands slid up and cupped her breasts and kneaded them. She let out a moan and when I softly pinched her nipples she gasped and broke away from the kiss.

"Oh Jack, that feels so good."

I lowered my head and took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked while my tongue circled the tip. Jennifer took my head in her hands and pulled me into her. I sucked harder taking as much of her tit into my mouth that I could. After a few minutes of paying close attention to the right breast I went to work on the left one. Softly sucking, then flicking the nipple with my tongue and gradually sucking harder until my mouth was completely full with her tit. 

I lifted my mouth from her tit and lowered it to her thigh. I started on the right thigh just above the knee, nibbling and licking my way towards her mound. When I got there I grabbed her thong and started to pull it down, she lifted her butt off the couch and I pulled it down over her knees and took it off. I looked her in the eyes and smiled at her, placed my hands on her knees and pushed them apart spreading her legs for easy access. I lowered my head to her left leg and repeated what I had done to the right one, slowly nibbling and licking my way up the inside of her thigh. She placed her hands on my head and tried to pull my mouth onto her pussy but I resisted knowing that she would enjoy it even more once I reached my ultimate goal.

"You are such a tease." 

"Umm-hmm," I hummed to her with out taking my lips from her skin.

When my mouth reached her pussy I kept right on nibbling and licking her swollen pussy lips starting at the bottom and working my way up. I slid my tongue into her pussy and a moan escaped her lips.

I lifted my head, looked up at her and said "I love to eat pussy."

She smiled and replied "We really are compatible, I love having my pussy eaten. Now get back to work." With that she grabbed my head and pulled it back into her.

My tongue went right back into her and I started licking and nibbling on her for all I was worth. After a few minutes of working on her slit I closed my lips around her clit and sucked on it with my tongue ran circles around it. As I did this Jennifer's breathing became more rapid and she thrust her hips out so my face pressed harder against her pussy. I started flicking her clit rapidly with my tongue and this was more then she could take.

She gasped "Oh my god Jack I'm going to cum," and I could feel the spasms pass through her as the liquid flowed out of her pussy. "Oh yeah, oh god, oh that feels sooo good."

My tongue slowed its pace on her pussy as her breathing slowed. After a minute I pulled back and said. "You really do like having you pussy sucked on."

"Jack that was incredible, no one has ever made me feel that way before."

I smiled up at her, kissed her thigh one more time.

Getting up off my knees I sat beside her on the couch and leaned in and kissed her deeply. My hand went to her tits and hers went to my cock. Still kissing I pushed her gently down and moved in between her legs. I positioned my cock over her pussy and as I started to move towards her she pushed me away. 

"What's the matter?" I say

"We don't have any protection. As much as I want to fuck you right now, I don't want to take any chances. The last thing need is to get pregnant. Can you imagine me explaining who the father is?"

"Would it make any difference if I told you I had a vasectomy and it is scientifically impossible for me to get you or any other women pregnant?"

Jennifer smiles up at me. "Yeah that would make a big difference, why didn't you tell me that before?"

"Well, I guess unlike certain other things, it just didn't come up," I say as I look down at my still hard cock.

I leaned in and kiss her as I once again positioned cock over her pussy. This time she grabbed me and guided me into her moist folds.

I slowly push into her half way before pulling back so my cock just comes out of her and then slide right back in until our pelvises meet; she grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and tries to pull me closer still and then grinds against me. "Mmmmmm," she says. "So nice."

I just look down at her and nod in agreement with what I'm sure is a really stupid grin on my face.

I pull back and we start fucking with a slow steady rhythm. She moves her legs up in the air to get move friction against her clit while we stare into each other eyes. After a few minutes of enjoying a slow fuck I pick up the pace and start pounding into her harder. "Oh yeah Jack, I'm getting close, keep going, a little more, more, more." At the same time I feel myself getting close, ready to cum any instant, I just want to hold off until Jennifer cums, right now I just want to satisfy her more then anything. I look down at her, she has her eyes closed and is breathing heavy, her tits are swaying up and down every time I bang into her, and she looks so damn good. Between the fucking and the sexy vision in front of me I know I can't hold out any longer. Suddenly she wraps her legs around me and grinds into me and lets out a long moan. I explode into her with the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having. 

I collapse onto her and we lay on the couch, both of us breathing heavily. 

After a few minutes she says, "That was incredible, I've never had sex like that before." 

I lift my head look into her eyes and kiss her gently on the lips. I smile and say, "Yes it was and either have I, you are simply amazing."

Jennifer smiles, "How long did you say before you could go again?' 

"Not soon enough I'm afraid, Maria will be walking up soon and will be wondering where I am, plus there's always the possibility your parents will come home early."

I push up off Jennifer and slide my now limp member out of her. As I go to gather up my clothes Jennifer follows me out into the kitchen and watches me dress. Once I am dressed I gather her naked body in my arms and kiss her once again. 

"We won't be able to do this again." I say.

"I know." She says and the smiles, "You never know, maybe I'll send my parents away for a weekend and you'll have to watch the dog again."

"Not a bad idea." I kiss her a last time, let her go and head toward the door. "Bye Jennifer, and thanks."

As I'm walking home thinking about what just happened to me I realize that I have a whole new respect for those Literotica stories that start out with, "This really happened to me." 



Walking the Dog



Jesse and I took three years to move from Colorado to Oregon. We had both retired early (in retrospect, a great decision), because we had the means to, and because we wanted to be nearer to our only child, our daughter, and her children.

But it's just appalling how much junk, how many THINGS a family accumulates living four decades together. We had lived over thirty years in the same house, and I had often joked that if we ever decided to move, I would just burn it down.

When the time actually came, that started to look more and more like an attractive option.

We were spending so much time in Portland that it made financial sense to buy a condo there as an outpost. By that time, we owned our Colorado house outright, so we re-financed it and used the proceeds to just buy the condo outright, but now we had a small mortgage on our old house again.

We started the transition to our new home by boxing up all the non-essential items that we wanted to keep and shipping them to ourselves at the other end. Every time we visited, whenever we could get a little of our daughter's time, we'd get together and open boxes, going through the painful decisions of throwing the stuff away, figuring out a place to keep it in one of our houses, or sometimes just sighing, putting it back in the box, and putting the box back in the mini-storeroom. We did pretty well keeping that to a minimum.

Eventually, we bit the bullet and put our Colorado house on the market, which is a lot of work. Right about then, too, the real estate market tanked. We sold it, but I figure we got maybe $50,000 less for it than if we had sold it two years earlier.

But, we took the long view; we had bought the house for only $55,000 in the first place and had had a great life there for over thirty years. We sold it for six times what we had paid for it, and had the proceeds to help fund our retirement in Oregon.

The "big move" was not really very much at all. We had already fully furnished the condo with things from our Colorado house (and a few new things), so we just gave away or sold all of our furniture except for a couple of items. Same with our clothes ... most of what remained in Colorado went to Goodwill.

When we finally moved into our condo for good, it was the Spring of 2008. We were both getting pretty creaky by then, Jesse more than me. We suffered from middle-class-American-lifestyle syndrome: too much worry, too much sedentary work, too little exercise, too much food. We went on the South Beach diet together and walked a lot, which was a wonderful way to spend time together.

Portland is well-known, and accurately so, for being a wet climate. But Spring and Summer there are actually a lot like Colorado. Hot, dry, lots of sunshine. Don't tell anybody or they'll all want to move here. (Actually I think the word must have leaked out!) Lots more oxygen in the air, though, which we both appreciated.

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Over the years, Jesse and I had gotten in the habit of pointing interesting things out to one another, especially "people-watching" things. If I saw an especially hunky guy and felt that Jesse might miss seeing him for some reason, I'd always poke her in the ribs, lean over near her ear and whisper, "Jesse, look to your left."

She'd swing her head over, trying to look casual about it, and ogle the stud who was passing, then say something to me like, "No George Clooney, but nice. Thanks!" She in her turn had pointed out many good-looking women to me over the years, too. It was a gentle way of actually flirting with each other.

But it wasn't always sexy-looking people. One day, we sere having lunch in a restaurant, and Jesse patted the seat of the empty chair next to her and said, "Jim, why don't you move over and sit here next to me." I was sitting across from her at a four-top table, so I moved our coats and swung into the seat at her side.

"Watch this guy over there by the door!" she said in a whisper.

I glanced that way, trying not to be too obvious. The guy was talking, talking, talking, gesturing grandly with his fork, seeming to lecture his companion, a mousy little woman across from him. I looked at Jesse with a question on my face.

"Just keep watching! Maybe he'll do it again!"

After a few moments, the guy was quiet, and the woman responded, apparently with a question. The guy shrugged and, using his fork, scratched his scalp in thought. He then went on eating as if scratching yourself with table-ware in a restaurant was an everyday occurrence.

I had everything I could do not to do a spit-take and spray my soda all over. I choked, trying to swallow, and the two of us burst into laughter. Suddenly, WE were the focus of attention of all the other patrons.

Another time, and probably my favorite example of how generous Jesse was to me, was once when we were moving a new, heavy doghouse into the backyard for our little spaniel, Rusty. The two of us were struggling to wrestle it between our house and the neighbor's house on one side, which was a rental. Our block backed onto a regional park, so the back yards were visible only to one another, and very private. One of the girls from next door was out sunning on a lounge chair, and said "Hi" to us as we struggled past. We grunted a "Hi" back and went on about our business.

I was sweating like a pig, and had taken off my glasses so they didn't fall off. When we were done, and had the new doghouse all set in place, we went inside to get a drink.

Jesse said "Well, Jim, what did you think of that?"

"What?" I said.

"You didn't SEE that?!" Jesse said.

"No?  See what? I wasn't wearing my glasses!"

"Well, put them on, Jim, and poke your head out the door and take a look next door!" Jesse said with a big grin.

I did, only to see that the neighbor girl, a very cute twenty-something blonde, was laying out topless. And the sight was well worth the effort! She saw me looking at her, smiled, and waved. I waved back and reluctantly stepped back inside.

"Wow!" I said to Jesse.

"You're welcome," she said, with a big smile.

The girl next door (sometimes with a girlfriend) sunbathed like that all that summer, and if I was ever in danger of missing it, Jesse always said, "They're at it again, Jim!"

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Sometimes, the amazing sight to see was so obvious that it didn't need to be pointed out. But if we were near whoever it was that was so interesting, or approaching them on the same sidewalk, we would both just keep our peace, then after we were out of earshot, we would just break out laughing, or entertain one another with our thoughts about what we had just seen.

That had happened once when we were out walking as part of our new exercise regimen on our favorite route. Out from the condo, through a couple of neighborhoods, touch base at the Starbuck's in the little mall over there, buy a cup, then walk back.

We generally went out very early in the cool of the morning. Portland is much further north than where we had lived before, and in spite of the onset of daylight savings time seemingly earlier and earlier every year, dawn was getting to be very early indeed. We tried to get out at first light, so we didn't waste a good part of our day sleeping and loafing around. So part of what we saw as we went on our walk was all the working people getting ready for their day – picking up the newspaper off their lawn, setting out the trash, walking the dog, and that sort of thing.

As we passed an apartment complex this particular morning before six a.m., a just stunning young woman came out of the end of the building with a little dog on a leash. The dog was some kind of a terrier, maybe one of those "Jack Russell" ones. I'm not an expert on dog breeds; it was a little dog, and just full of energy.

But the girl was absolutely amazing. She was easily as tall as me, and I'm a little over six feet tall. She looked like maybe she was twenty years old, tops. It was still kind of damp and chilly, so she was wearing a short sort of leather "Eisenhower"-style jacket, a multi-colored striped scarf thrown around her neck, and a cute matching knit hat. But, like kids do, she was also wearing extremely tight and short shorts, the legs of which either didn't exist at all or stopped right at the crease at the top of her thighs. On her legs were a pair of those tall knit socks with multi-colored stripes to match her scarf. The socks came up out of her clogs to the middle of her shapely thighs, leaving a tantalizing strip of flesh between them and the bottom of the shorts. I'd often heard other guys say "Her legs went all the way up," but I never realized until that moment what they meant.

She was just dynamite!

I glanced at Jesse to see if she was aware of this vision yet, only to see Jesse looking at me to be sure I wouldn't miss her, either. Jesse just grinned and raised her eyebrows.

The girl and her dog turned on to our pathway and headed in the same direction as us, maybe fifty feet ahead of us. We were about halfway to the Starbuck's at that point, and we paced her perfectly the whole way there. I'm not ashamed to say that I spent most of that time watching the incredible things that were going on inside of those shorts.

We actually passed her as she was tying up her dog outside the coffee shop, and she got behind us in line inside. The tall girl swiped off her knit hat, and shook her head. Her auburn hair was very short, styled in that crazy, spiky way that looked like it had recently been cut by a stylist with a grudge. Cute as hell. 

Jesse glanced at her and smiled, and the girl gave her a 100-watt smile in return, and said "Hi!" in a chipper voice, deep for a girl.

Jesse said, "Hi!" back, and I said, "We were walking behind you on the way over here. Would you be willing to walk back with us, or at least behind us? I need to pay at least a LITTLE attention to where I'm walking!"

The girl blushed, smiled, and just playfully pushed my shoulder away. "Oh, you!" she said, glancing at Jesse, who was just grinning.

I have discovered that girls and women of a certain age are quite happy to be openly flirted with by codgers. I guess they think old guys are safe, and if you do it right and with a smile (NOT a leering smile, just a nice, friendly one), they may think it's kind of cute. Little do they know!

Some tips about this, though: It works best of all if your wife is there by your side, because the girl can see you're on a short leash. Wives, however, differ quite a bit in THEIR tolerance for this sort of behavior; mine realized that I was just kidding (mostly), and accepted me doing it now and then; so use caution, your results may vary!

NEVER tease a girl under eighteen like this! If you have ANY doubt, don't. It's just creepy, and probably illegal (depending on what you say!)

NEVER do this when the girl's husband or boyfriend is with her. Your spouse, yes, hers, no. Even if she might be flattered by what you say otherwise, she will be required to take offense, then HE will be required to poke you in the nose. I recommend against it.

If you decide to spark a group of girls all at once, three's the limit. More than that, and they'll be so tied up in their chatting that you'll never penetrate their consciousness. And ALWAYS, ALWAYS be sure to tease them as a group, even if it's only one girl who is the cutie! They all know who caught your eye, but none of them wants to be reminded of it.

Finally, make just ONE comment and then let it go. It's best to make your pass when the situation makes it obvious that you're going to be out their life in only a few seconds. Like, the lady in the toll station on the turnpike, or your grocery checker in a store you don't use very often. The lady next to you on a six-hour flight, not so much.

Following these rules makes the difference between coming across as an endearing old coot, or seeming like a disgusting old man in a raincoat. Whether you're wearing a raincoat or not.

Actually, making this kind of a comment while waiting in line at Starbucks was not a good choice, strategically. We were probably going to be standing there for a while longer, and not saying anything more would be pretty awkward. Saying anything more would be even worse. Jesse saved what could have been a real embarrassment for me by stepping in with, "Just ignore him and he'll go away!"

"That's okay! I didn't mind!" the girl said, now teasing ME a little. I grinned broadly, and Jesse made a big show of turning me back around to face the barista, and we placed our order.

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We took our coffees with us as we walked back, but the leggy girl with the Jack Russell stayed to drink hers there, buying a paper and sharing a muffin with her dog at one of those teensy tables. So, I didn't get the chance to watch her on the way home. Jesse commented on it.

"Maybe next time, Romeo," she said, watching me glance back.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay," Jesse said, "I'm know you're just old, not dead!"

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We saw the girl, whose name we learned was Lucy Gill, several more mornings on our walks. Occasionally, we would all walk together, and we got to know her a little bit. I guess she got to know us a little, too. She talked about her boyfriend, her job, her other boyfriend, her hopes to go back to "real" college (she had a community college 'associate' degree), her OTHER boyfriend, her roommate, yet ANOTHER boyfriend, her parents and some boys and men she liked. Nothing throws cold water on an old man's fantasies like hearing about five or six in line in front of you!

We told Lucy about our daughter and her husband, our amazing grandchildren, and how amazing they were, and how cute our grandchildren were, and what our old life in Colorado had been like. It was all the small talk that could fit into half-hour segments of our walks. We both liked Lucy very much, but we were amazed that she could juggle such an active love-live. Every day, after we parted ways with Lucy, Jesse and I would speculate and make rude jokes about what her romantic life must be like.

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Before we got to our fortieth anniversary in August, I woke up one morning to find Jesse dead in the bed beside me. I didn't realize it at first, but when I did, my mind just sort of checked out for a couple of months.

I was absolutely lost and bereft. I suppose that I must have called 911, talked to the EMT's, called my daughter, gone to the hospital, signed things, made funeral arrangements, written an obituary, attended services, greeted friends and family, and buried my wife, but I really don't remember any of that. I must have eaten, slept, used the bathroom, dressed myself, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, driven our ... my ... car, and all those mechanical things of life for the two and a half months that my mind was somewhere else, but I don't remember any of that, either. Jesse hadn't been sick, or had any real warning signs. She had apparently had a heart attack while she was asleep, and just never woke up.

After a long dark time of being a zombie, one day, I just sort of came to, and found myself sitting in the sun on the balcony of our ... my ... condo, staring vacantly at the woods across the street. I was still wearing the sweat pants and tee shirt that serve as my pajamas. I realized that I had been sitting there all day, and it was now after two in the afternoon.

It was October, almost my 66th birthday. The phone was ringing inside.

I stirred myself and went in to answer it. It was my sister from California. I DID remember that she had been a great comfort to me when she came up to stay right after Jesse died, and helped me through my grief and all the messy details. She had lost her husband when he was only fifty-eight, and knew what I was gong through. Sort of.

"Jim, how are you?"

"Okay, I guess," my tone of voice saying something else.

"Have you been getting out, doing stuff? You can't just sit around and mope, Jim!"

"I know. I do stuff! Just yesterday, I went over and bought some gas for the car. I got it washed, too!"

"Jeez, Jim, you know what I mean!" Molly said. "I'm not saying you have to start dating or anything, but you need to meet some people, make some friends, come out of your shell a LITTLE bit!"

She was right about that. Jesse and I hadn't lived here long enough to really get to know anyone in Portland, yet. We spent most of our time with our daughter's family. It's why we moved here! I said so to Molly.

"Sure, Jim, fine! But take it form me, Shannon and her husband love you and all, but they don't want to be your only friends! She's too nice to say anything, but you know MY girls! When Bob died, they gave me six weeks of sulking and clinging, then told me to quit bugging them all the time and get a life! In a loving way, sort of, but they were right! I started going to the health club, joined a book club at the library, and started going out to the movies once a week. It felt hollow and stupid at first without Bob, but I forced myself, because my girls said I just had to! And they were right! It helped!"

"Yeah, sure, Molly! No doubt you're right!" I said. "Petty soon, I'll feel like doing that stuff. But not yet!"

"Look, Jim, no offense, but you're NEVER going to feel like doing any of that stuff! You've just got to do it! It's like going to the gym. Just DO it!"

"Sure, Molly, whatever."

"You're depressed, Jim, I can hear it. It's no wonder, but you've got to get out of your own head somehow. Go to see your doctor if you have to! If nothing else, get a dog! Benji keeps me sane a lot of the time! I don't know what I'd do without him running around the house!"

I had met my sister's little dog, Benji many times. She was bonkers over that little guy – she took him everywhere with her (as much as it was allowed), and she always wanted to show me photos of the cute things he did. Her obsession with that dog was almost kind of icky, maybe, but I could see what she meant, and what the dog did for her. I remembered when Rusty had died. She was supposed to have been our daughter's dog, but you know how that usually turns out. In reality, Rusty was MY dog, and for years, when I was home, we were constant companions. I truly grieved when she finally died. I'd had more than enough of death.

"I don't need to fall in love with a dog again, and just have it die on me, Molly."

"Jim! What a thing to say! You're worse off than I thought! Do I need to come up there again and smack you around a little, or what?'

"Okay, okay. I'll try to stir myself and get out and do something!"

"Good! Oh, and Happy Birthday, by the way!"

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I went through the motions just as Molly had recommended. I went to the library, and it turns out they did have a book club forming, so I joined it. I volunteered to be on the Condo homeowners' board. I offered to ferry Shannon's kids around more, and met some of their friends' parents. I went to the county rec center and signed up for the seniors' workout sessions. I bought myself a swim suit and started swimming every day after the seniors' workout.

I went back on the South Beach diet. It was an easy diet to follow in the first place, and I had lost my appetite anyway.

And, I went to the pound, or what they have here instead, a Humane Society shelter. I browsed the dogs there, and noticed one little spaniel who looked calm and friendly. The tag said her name was Rusty, as a matter of fact, and my heart just melted.

I asked at the front desk, and the attendant said that Rusty had been brought in that day by the adult child of her owners. One of the owners had apparently been placed in hospice care, and the other one couldn't care for the dog alone. Rusty was four years old, housebroken, good with kids supposedly, and the family who had brought her in had donated her adoption fee to make sure she would be adopted and not put to sleep.




Walking the Dog



We went home together that night.

The next morning, I resumed my early morning walks, and took Rusty to see her new neighborhood. I'd heard that if your dog is too fat, you need more exercise, and I swore neither of us would suffer that fate. Fall was already beginning, so the mornings weren't so early, dry, or clear any more, and the days were already getting noticeably shorter and wetter. There was just the hint of color in the sky to the east when we set out.

Without thinking, I followed the path that Jesse and I used to walk together. When we finally got to the Starbuck's, I noticed Lucy's little Jack Russell terrier tied to one of the benches, and while I was tying up Rusty far enough away that they wouldn't fight, I looked in the store. A tall girl was in there, ordering, and I was sure it Lucy.

I went in, but I didn't feel much like flirting any more.

After she placed her order, she kind of side-stepped to the pick-up counter, and didn't see me. She glanced over when I placed my order, and when I, too moved over to the pick-up area, she asked me, "Hi, there, Jim! I haven't seen you around for a while! Where's Jesse today?"

I hate it when that happens, but it happens a lot, so I had a canned answer, "I've been pretty busy, Lucy. My wife passed away a couple of months ago."

She looked acutely embarrassed and was fumbling for something to say, some combination of an apology and condolences. I imagined I knew how awful that made her feel; she had no idea of what had happened when she made their innocent remark, and now she felt so sorry to have hurt me even more by reminding me of my grief.

"I know," I said, "you feel terrible for mentioning her. Don't! Don't feel bad! I loved her ... I still love her, every minute. The last thing I would ever mind is someone mentioning her to me." I tried to radiate one of those sincere smiles, but I knew it probably looked pasted on.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the girl said, "she seemed very nice!" Then she cringed and blushed feeling she had made another insensitive blunder.

Our coffees were ready. She had ordered a muffin, too, and I had a biscotti. I know, that's not on the South Beach diet, but you gotta live.

"Are you going to sit in here?" I asked. "If you are, can I sit with you for a minute and tell you about her?"

"Uh, okay!" she seemed to brighten, but was also hesitant. I understood – she hadn't really planned on hearing maudlin recollections about a dead woman this morning. I vowed to myself to go easy on it.

We sat together at one of those tiny tables inside, and I probably bored her silly bragging about my late wife, how fantastic she had been, how much I missed her, how great our life together had been, and how I was trying to cope. I was past crying or feeling reluctant to talk about Jesse; I just enjoyed reliving our times together aloud.

After a while, maybe half and hour, she said, "I'm sorry, Jim, I need to get going, or I'm going to be late for work."

I was suddenly self-conscious about how much of her time I'd monopolized, and said so.

"Oh, no! I appreciate you telling me about Jesse, and I imagine you appreciated having someone to Listen! But, really I just have to get Goliath home and scoot to work!"

Goliath apparently was her tiny terrier.

"He seems to be getting along fine with that other cute little doggie out there!" she said, glancing out the window. The two dogs were lying quietly, as close together as they could get with their leashes stretched out, their heads on their front paws, just looking slightly forlorn, waiting for their alpha companions to come back.

"That other cute little doggie is Rusty! She's my new pal."

We walked out dogs together on the way to her apartment, and she said we all should walk together in the mornings again. I told we'd look forward to seeing them the next day.

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It became our habit to take our dogs for a walk every morning, except Sundays. ("I HAVE to sleep in at least ONE day a week!" Lucy said.) I'd take Rusty downstairs to the entrance of our condo building by 6:30 every morning, and Lucy would be just about arriving there with Goliath ("I'll meet you at your place to even up the distance," Lucy said.). We'd all walk to the Starbuck's together, get our coffees and a biscotti each to share with our dogs, then head back. Lucy and Goliath would turn off at her apartments to get going with their day, and Rusty and I'd finish our loop back to the condo.

It's probably hard to believe, but I sincerely had NO thoughts about Lucy as a female. Obviously, I could see that she was a very attractive young woman, but my feelings toward her were more as if she were my daughter; she was much younger than my daughter and I was still deeply grieving over my dead wife.

Time passed. My sister had been right. I was much busier, busier actually than what Jesse and I had become used to over the last few years. By the time night fell and I got back to the condo and fixed myself some dinner each day, I was usually tired out. And all the new activities took me totally out of my inward funk. I knew I was still grieving Jesse's loss, and I imagined I probably always would. But now hours at a time passed when I didn't feel like giving up on life.

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The Christmas Season of 2008 in Portland, Oregon was way unlike the usual season there. Portland might usually get one two light snows a winter, generally just a dusting; seldom was it enough to stick on the streets for more than an hour.

But that year, starting about a week before Christmas, it started snowing and simply didn't stop. It soon was looking like I was back in Colorado. There was at least three feet of snow piled on top of the cars in the parking lot. I watched the national weather, and could see that our old home was having another dry, droughty winter, and it was sunny and in the fifties there every day. I don't know about global warming, but something weird is up with the weather, for sure.

Lucy was a trooper, though. She would be at my building every morning, little Goliath determinedly plowing a groove through the new snow, and I'd gather up Rusty and we'd make our morning trek for coffee. The dogs got along just great, and both seemed to love playing with and in the snow.

I was planning to go up to my daughter's house after our morning walk the day before Christmas Eve day, to help them get everything finished for their kids' special day. But when I got up that morning, the city was in the grip of just a phenomenal blizzard, on top of the heavy persistent snow that had been accumulating all week. The snow was as heavy as any I'd ever seen in Colorado, and the wind had come up. On top of that, drivers here weren't equipped for, or experienced with driving in these conditions. It was just miserable.

I realized I needed to call Lucy to cancel our walk, of course, and then I'd call my daughter and tell her I wouldn't be able to get up THERE today, either. I just really hoped that I could get to my daughter's house for Christmas!

As I was calling Lucy's number, I glanced out the window, and could dimly see her through the blowing snow, struggling to cross the street to my building.

"Jeez, Lucy!" I said to myself. "Are you crazy?"

I was still in my pj's, but I grabbed my slip-ons and bolted out of my place and down the hall to the stairs. Rusty came running behind me. By the time I got to the building's front door, Lucy was standing there, clutching her coat tightly to herself, peering in through the window. No Goliath in sight!

"Lucy, you insane woman! Get in here!" I said as I opened the door for her. The wind howled through the open door, blowing little snow drifts across the lobby almost immediately. "Where's Goliath, honey?"

Lucy opened her arms, and with them, her big fluffy coat, and there, tucked in next to her for warmth was Goliath, looking like a bedraggled waif. The two of them looked like some kind of refugees or something from Doctor Zhivago. They were soaking wet and shivering.

"C'mon, honey, no walks today! You can't go back out there!" I said, herding her and her little dog, too, up the stairs and down the hall to my condo, Rusty in tow.  "Get in here and let's get poor little Goliath warmed up before he freezes to death!"

When we got to my place, I concentrated on getting Goliath dried off, and Rusty was all excited to see him and Lucy in her house, licking them and jumping around. When she saw how distressed her friends were, she barked a little, and Lucy quietly shushed her, saying, "We're okay, Rusty! We're fine! There's a good girl!"

Once Goliath seemed to be settled in with some food, water, and a warm blanket, Rusty lay down beside him, and they just totally mellowed out together in the blast of warm air from one of the little electric wall heaters that counted as the heating system in this tiny condo.

My attention went to Lucy, and I realized that my walking buddy was still soaking wet and shivering. She still had her coat on, not zipped up but just only pressed together from trying to keep Goliath warm next to her; the wet dog and the snow that had blown in had soaked her to the bone.

"Oh, for crying out loud, Lucy! Don't' you have any sense at all? Surely you didn't think we would take our walk today in this mess!" I barked out. Then I realized that Lucy was crying.

"Jeez," I said aloud, but to myself. "Sorry! I'm so impressed and flattered that you came to walk with us! But it's just way to nasty out there today! Let's get you warmed up, too."

I hung up Lucy's wet coat, hat and gloves, put her boots by the door, and took her soaked sweat socks, which had come off with her boots, to drape them over a chair back to dry.

"C'mon." I said, dragging her back toward my bathroom.

"Oh, no, Jim!" Lucy moaned. "I've got to get to work!"

"Lucy! The whole city's shut down! Call your office, you'll see; I'm sure they've closed for the day!"

While I called my daughter to beg off for the day, Lucy dug out her cell phone and called her office. She got a recorded message saying the office was closed until the day after Christmas, when they would re-open, weather permitting.

We watched out the window for a while; there was nothing moving on the streets, no one walking by, no birds in the air, nothing. I told her there was no way I was going to let her even try to walk home under those conditions.

I talked her into taking a hot shower at my place instead of trying to get home, and just spending the day shut in with me, all warm and comfy in my snug little condo. She called her roommate, so she wouldn't worry, only to discover that her roommate was spending the day (and the next two or three) at her boyfriend's house. Apparently her roommate only had the one boyfriend.

While Lucy was trying to warm up in the shower, I gathered up all of Lucy's wet clothes and put them in my dryer to dry them out and fluff them up. I ransacked the drawers in the bedroom, looking for something for her to wear. I had long since thrown out or given away all of Jesse's stuff; and it would have been much too small for Lucy, anyway. Lucy was as tall as me, so I finally settled on an old mismatched set of my draw-string sweats.

I handed the sweats in through a crack in the bathroom door, along with a pair of fluffy wool socks. When Lucy came out, she looked cute as hell in the over-sized sweat clothes, and honestly for the first time, I began having "certain thoughts," when I could plainly see her pert boobs bouncing around inside my old sweatshirt.

I fixed us some hot chocolate (instant ... not on the South Beach list, either) and peanut butter bread (ditto.) I showed her around my place, which took about one minute. I dragged out some photo albums of our daughter and her kids and bored her with that until I realized that she had probably had enough.

So, we sat and watched the TV, which was pretty much wall-to-wall special reports from the local stations about what it was doing outside. These mostly consisted of bedraggled-looking junior staffers standing out in the blizzard at notorious hilly streets, or the last off-ramp before the closed interstate, trying to find anything new to say that didn't basically amount to, "It's still snowing here! Stay home! Back to you, Henry!" That got pretty boring after a while, so I asked Lucy if she had seen the "Lord of the Rings" movies, and she said no. We were set for the day!

It was dark, even though it was still only 9:00 in the morning. It was well below freezing out, and the wind was literally howling over the angles in the walls of the condo building. There was never a better day to sit inside and watch videos.

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I had treated myself to a very nice 40" HDTV for my birthday, in an effort to bribe myself out my depression. It is mammoth in my little condo's living room, and movies look just fantastic on it. We settled in, Lucy on my big sofa with Goliath in her lap and Rusty at the end by her feet, and me in my recliner.

Lucy loved "The Fellowship of the Ring," which is the first movie, but she was just full of questions after it ended.

I had read the books many times before the movies came out, and I hadn't realized how much I had brought to the movies in understanding about the settings, the characters, and the language. Lucy reminded me of myself when I had first read the books, wondering why every character had to have so many different names and titles. I did my best to explain it to her, and she said she was ready to see the next one after lunch.

First, we took comfort breaks, and Lucy called two or three of her boyfriends to tell them how she was doing and where she was. Then I dug around in the fridge and we had something to eat (again!). While we were eating lunch, we continued to talk about the movie, and Lucy had what I thought was a keen insight that none of the characters seemed to have religion. She had noticed that they all believed in family, friendship, trust, honor, race, magic, goodness or power, but there wasn't ever an appeal to God (or primitive gods) in the whole movie. No priests, no churches, no appealing to the heavens for mercy or guidance. We turned that one over for quite a while.

We got sodas and while Lucy got settled in to watch "The Two Towers," I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. All of a sudden, everything went dark and silent.

At first, I thought I had blown a fuse with the microwave. But I became aware that all the fire doors in the hallway were slamming shut, and then there was just total silence except for the continued howling of the wind outside.

I stuck my head out into the hallway, and all the lights were out, except the emergency battery-powered spotlights. We looked outside, and none of the other buildings we could see had any lights on either.

I got my battery-and-crank radio out of the store room, and we tuned it in to a local station that Lucy knew. They were reporting large power outages throughout the city as snow-laden tree branches fell onto power lines and brought them down. Yet again, they warned to stay where you were, if possible, and just wait it out, that the power company was at work and would have power restored as soon as possible. They said that the snow would continue all day and through the night, but might stop or substantially lessen by mid-morning Christmas Eve.

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Except for not being able to watch movies or eat popcorn, the power outage made little difference. We had already darkened the room for watching the TV, so we just sat in the dim afternoon light filtering through the intense snow outside, and chatted.

I consciously made the effort to make Lucy do the talking as much as possible. It wasn't that hard ... Lucy loved to talk. With appropriate prompting from me, she told me all about growing up in Portland, her high school experiences, her time at the junior college, looking for work and finding it, all about her office and her job, and all about each of her (it was now four) boyfriends.

I probed delicately as to what, exactly, having a "boyfriend" meant to her, since she had so many at once. She caught my real motive in asking the question and just said right out that a "boyfriend" was a guy you liked and dated frequently and had sex with. Other guys, like ones that you just dated but didn't sleep with, she wouldn't call "boyfriends," just friends. She used that expression "hook up" that I was aware of, but hadn't understood before. By "hooking up," she meant having sex with, although she informed me that's not always what people meant by that, so I shouldn't get the wrong idea.

I have to admit that I was pretty uncomfortable by this time, talking to this pretty, statuesque girl here alone with her in my place, stranded for at least another twenty-four hours. I had developed an erection, which is rare enough for me, but it was painfully hard, which is both a blessing and a curse, as every man will know.

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Like a lot of homes in the Portland area, my condo is all-electric. Power has historically been cheap here because of the availability of hydro-electric sources, so inexpensive homes were often build with electric heat and water heaters, as they had the lowest first cost. My little home had five or six noisy little electric wall heaters, each with its own thermostat, which blasted hot air comfortingly across the room on chilly evenings.

Except, of course, when there was no power, like now.

The temperature in the house was dropping rapidly, all the heat being sucked out by the ridiculous wind roaring by. Although we were warm enough for several hours, by mid-afternoon, it was getting noticeably chilly inside. I wasn't really worried about freezing pipes because the building's design located them all as far away from the exterior walls as possible, and my unit was sandwiched between the one above and the one below. If they got power on in the next twenty-four hours, I knew we would be fine. 

Cold, maybe, uncomfortable, maybe, but fine.

I realized we were going to be getting a lot chillier as time went on, but the obvious solution was just impossible for me to suggest.

Lucy saved me the embarrassment by breaking the narrative of her life and loves and saying, "Jim, I'm beginning to get really chilly!"

"Do you think we should try to make it over to your apartment, Lucy?"

"I don't see what good THAT would do! I've got electric heat, too! And, anyway, it gets cold in there even when everything is working! They said they should have the power on pretty soon. Why don't we just go cuddle in the bed?"

I really had NO objection to that.

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I found a couple of big Christmas scented candles, put them in cereal bowls, lit them and set them on the dresser in the bedroom. Lucy found the extra blanket where I told her, and threw it on over the blanket and spread already there.

Lucy climbed in first, and just intuitively took Jesse's side of the bed. Or maybe it wasn't intuition, but was because I had my reading glasses, some Kleenex, a glass of water, and a picture of Jesse on the night stand on "my" side.

She pulled the covers up over herself (we were both still fully clothed in our sweats and wooly socks, of course ... drat!), flipped the covers on my side down, and turned away to form the "inner" spoon. The dogs both jumped up onto the foot of the bed, turned circles a few times, and lay down kind of nestled together on the bedspread next to Lucy's feet.

"C'mon, Jim! Get in here, quick, it's freezing! Spoons!"

I climbed in, but I was very conflicted about getting myself tightly against her, at least in the area of my hips. She noticed my reluctance, and felt around behind herself with her upper hand until she encountered my erection, where she paused for just a micro-second, then put her arm back up onto her hip, and started to giggle.




Walking the Dog



"Jim!"

"I'm sorry," I said, as I tried to imagine relaxing in this situation.

Lucy giggled again, and said, "Don't be sorry! I'm not! I guess I would be insulted if you WEREN'T excited a little! I know you're just old, not dead!"

I laughed, because that's exactly what Jesse had said the first time we saw Lucy.

"C'mon, get up tight against me, here, and share some warmth!" Lucy said.

I had to reach inside my sweatpants to re-arrange things a little in order not to just poke her in the butt. As I was doing that, Lucy wondered what the delay was, and reached her hand back again, discovered my hand inside my pants, and said, "Jim, Jim, Jim! Are we being naughty?" in a mock-serious sing-song accusation."

"Uh, no," I said, "I'm just kinda rearranging things in order not to poke you!"

"You don't WANT to poke me?" Lucy said, laughing.

"C'mon, Lucy, any man in his right mind would want to poke YOU!" and I laughed, too.

"Well, Jim, don't take too long down there ... you're not the only one who's all excited!" Lucy said. And at that, she took my left hand, the one in my pants, and pulled it out, up over her hip, and pushed it down into HER sweatpants. She guided it directly to her pussy, which I was delighted to discover was shaved bare. She pushed one of my fingers between her outer lips and I could feel that she was soaking wet down there. And it was oily and hot so I knew it wasn't just left over from the shower.

I was startled at her assertiveness, especially toward a geezer like me! "Lucy! Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Jim? I'm the one who came over here. I'm the one who suggested coming to bed. I'm the one who just yanked your hand out of your pants and made you feel my pussy! Do you really need to ask if I want to do this?"

"But, what about your boyfriend?"

She laughed. "Which one? I won't tell if you don't! No harm, no foul, I say. I'm not looking for a new boyfriend, Jim. I just thought this would be a nice way to spend Christmas Eve eve."

"Can't argue with that!" I said, as I continued to stroke between her soft, silky, slimy inner cunt lips.

Lucy startled me by rolling away, and briefly sitting up. She skimmed out of her sweatshirt, revealing in the dim light her medium-sized, but perfectly formed, firm, shapely breasts, which bounced as the waist of the shirt caught the nipples, then suddenly let them go. She slid her sweatpants down a ways, then lay down and arched her back to slide them under her butt, and in the process revealed one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen – her young, sexy body arched up in my bed, completely naked, her breasts topped with protruding nipples and her mons clean of hair, her slit plainly visible. "Oh, God, Jesse," I thought, "I hope you're okay with this, but a man's gotta do ..." I just wished the lights were on, so I could see her better ... but what I could see in the flickering candle-light was fantastic.

"Well, come ON! This isn't going to be a lot of fun if I'm the only one playing!" Lucy said.

I started to strip off my own clothes. "Lucy, I'm old enough to be your father!"

"Don't kid yourself, pal! You're old enough to be my GRANDFATHER!" Lucy said, with a grin. "What earthly difference does THAT make?"

I said nothing while I threw my sweatshirt off the bed, missed, and covered the dogs. Goliath wrestled with it, growling for a minute, but eventually Rusty just pulled it off the two of them with her teeth, and threw it over the side of the bed. As I was taking off my pants, I said, "Well, none, I guess, now that I think of it!"

"Here!" Lucy said, yanking at the elastic at the bottoms of my sweatpants' legs, "you're too SLOW!"

"Slow can be a good thing, you know, Lucy," I said as she threw my pants away.

"Maybe later! Right now, getting undressed quick and back under the covers is my top priority!"

Which is what we did. Lucy had turned to face me, and slid herself right up next to my body, reaching down to guide my painfully hard penis between her thighs, right under her torrid slit. My own hands were busy, too.

With my right hand, the one on top, I was exploring her breasts, lifting them, weighing them, sliding my fingers around to learn their contours. Lucy's breasts were very firm, but they were large enough that gravity had it's way with them. In this position, Lucy's bottom breast had melted down onto the bed and flattened out a little. Her top breast, the right one, had eased down onto her chest sideways a little, forming a soft, warm cleavage between them. Both nipples were very erect, and they seemed to be growing more so as I traced around and over them with my fingers.

Lucy, her right hand finished with storing away my dangerous prick, had wrapped her arm around over my left arm, and was just hugging me affectionately. With my right hand, I was resting up a little on my elbow, and with my forearm free, was brushing back her crazy auburn hair, stroking her temples, her forehead, dragging my thumb gently across her eyelids and down alongside her nose. I slid my fingertips across her mouth, and she parted her lips a little and kissed them as they went by.

I leaned toward her, and kissed her on her lips. Both of our mouths opened, and our tongues met, coiling slowly around one another. Then Lucy pushed her tongue into my mouth and slid it over my teeth and gums, inside and out, while I explored the underside of her tongue, gently licking the sensitive membrane in the center.

Lucy had pulled the blankets up almost completely over us, but the activity had pulled them down. We were becoming MUCH warmer, so I guess we had met ONE of our goals. But as the blankets slid down, we were also more sensitive to the chilliness in the room air, and she grabbed them again and ballooned them up completely over our heads. The move jerked at the dogs, and Rusty let out a little yip.

Buried in a cave with this insane twenty-year old girl, I started a voyage down her body, licking and kissing her chin, her neck, that hot, pulsing, hollow spot between her collar bones, along her sternum then down between her breasts. Lucy had rolled over a bit, and was now lying completely flat on her back; I was bent over her torso, the weight of my upper body resting on her hip.

I paused to take a side trip in each direction to worship her breasts, kissing around at the crease where they met her torso, licking in a spiral around them, starting intentionally under her arms, which made her giggle, and ending in each case at her nipple, where I first licked all around each one, then over it. I surrounded each of her nipples in turn and tried to curl my tongue around it inside of my mouth like my tongue was a tiny python. Then I just suckled for a few seconds, nipped her lightly with my teeth, and moved over to the other one. Lucy's hands were at the back of my head, holding me gently to her, as if I had any intention of going anywhere.

I eventually licked my way down to where her rib cage gave way and her skin curved inward to her flat tummy. I encountered her navel (outie), and spent some time there licking and kissing.

Eventually, pretending to be reluctant, I made my way down to the rise of her mons, then down to her slit. Lucy folded her right leg, the one opposite me, up and bent it away, to leave me space to explore lower. I turned my head sideways, and slid my tongue up and down repeatedly, along the length of her slit. Down into the trough on one side of her inner lips, all the way to the "taint." Then, back up the other side, pausing at the top to wiggle my tongue over her sensitive clit. Then back down, this time between her inner lips, my tongue getting saturated with the taste of her. At the bottom again, I guided some of her own moisture, blended with my saliva, back onto the tender, pleated surface of her "taint," and even a little ways into her butt crack.

I repeated this slowly several times, occasionally pausing to probe as deeply as I could down into the hot, liquid interior of her cunt. When I did, and when I was playing with her clit, Lucy's body would writhe gently under me, until finally, she clasped my head tightly to her, forcing me to stop, as she arched her back, carrying the weight of my head and upper body with her, and I could feel a ripple of muscles radiate up and down from her cunt, and, if possible, she seemed to secrete even more fluid onto my tongue.

I heard her, muffled by the blankets as if from far away, make a forceful but surprisingly quiet wordless exclamation, then a prolonged low moan, which I could feel rumble down through her whole body.

I waited, with my head clamped tightly to her, as several seconds passed. The air in under the blankets was becoming hot and damp, and I wasn't really sure about just how much oxygen there was available down there. It was particularly hard to breathe trapped as I was with my mouth and nose buried in Lucy's hot, moist sex.

Eventually, she relaxed and sighed, releasing my head. I took what breath I could, but Lucy's hands quickly reached under my arms, and tugged me up along her body until my head emerged from under the covers into the cold air of the dark room, and she guided me to her lips to kiss her, licking her own fluid off of my face, probing my mouth with her tongue, weirdly wrapping her lips around the tip of my nose and licking THERE.

Lucy whispered in my ear, "Would you be willing to give my boyfriends lessons?"

It was one of the most flattering things anyone had ever said to me.

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After we rested for a few minutes, and Lucy regained her composure and me my breath, she said, "Turnabout is fair play, and all that!" and dived playfully under the covers.

I grabbed her, and pulled her up again.

"Lucy! I appreciate the thought, but I'm kind of a geezer, and I may only get one shot here. If you're willing, I'd much rather fuck you now!"

"Oh, you foolish man!" Lucy said, and my heart just sank. But she went on, "I'm not going anywhere until tomorrow morning! I don't care HOW old you are, I guaranty you and I will do the deed at least three times, probably four before I leave!"

"Oh, sweetie! I'd love nothing more, but I'm not sure I can live up to THAT!"

"Hey, Jim, it's my job to inspire you. Don't worry! No one's going home dissatisfied! But if you would like to fuck now, I'm way beyond ready! You just lie there, and let me do the work."

Lucy swung her leg over my hips, and squatted above me, her weight on the balls of her feet on either side of my torso. She felt around for my cock, grabbed it, and moved it around as she lowered herself down. As she squeezed my cock, HARD, she said, "Old man, RIGHT! DIRTY old man, more like it!"

She aligned everything to her satisfaction, and completed lowering herself down onto my rigid penis. Every man alive knows that, no matter how great you remember that feeling of sliding your cock into a hot, wet, willing young cunt, when it happens again, it feels a LOT better than you remember. For a few seconds, I was glad that I was old, or otherwise, I would have just shot my wad right then. All of my attention, my awareness, and my concentration was at that moment centered on the incredible sensations of Lucy's tight, hot, slick cunt embracing my aching penis.

The room was dark, but it was light enough to see Lucy's long, lean, feminine torso above me. The blankets had slipped down, leaving both us out in the cold room air, but we were now generating all the heat we needed, and more besides.

Lucy didn't start just bouncing herself on me. She bent over, and dragged the tips of her luscious, firm young breasts across my lower chest, swaying side to side, then arching her back and relaxing to move them across me up and down my chest and stomach.

"Oh, my God, Jesse!" I cried out.

When I realized what I had said, I was mortified. My body tensed, and I jerked my head to turn away from Lucy, ashamed to look her in the eyes. I covered my face with my hands, and I could feel my erection fading.

Lucy lay her weight fully down on me, moved my hands away from my face, and grabbed my head between her hands, turning me to face her. "I know." she whispered. "I know, Jim. Don't feel bad. I know that loving makes you think of your wife. It's okay. It's okay! Think about her a little, then turn your thoughts to me, feel me, watch me give us pleasure. She's here with us, Jim. It's okay to think of both of us. I don't mind."

"Until just now, Lucy, she was the only one!"

Lucy kissed me, at first gently, tenderly with closed lips, then she parted her lips and mine with her insistent tongue, and coiled her tongue around inside my mouth with growing passion. I couldn't help but respond. I felt my erection growing again inside her, if anything, harder and more demanding than ever.

Lucy didn't sit up again, but rather simply writhed on me, her hips arching upward then settling down again and again – not far, but enough to slide my length into her and out almost to the point of falling out altogether, but not quite.

In the meantime, of course, her luscious body was sliding on top of my tired old husk, our skin stretching out tight with the motion, then giving way and slipping along on the growing lubrication of our perspiration. Then, the same rhythmic sequence the other way, tightening, sliding, tightening, sliding.

I could feel her engorged nipples being tugged upward against my chest, then folding over, flipping the other way and tugging their sensuous way back down. She dug her chin into my grey chest hair, dragging it along as she looked up into my eyes with a deep longing, sometimes dragging her tongue along my sweating body, sometimes digging in her forehead and arching her back, her crazy, wild hair tickling my nose.

Our legs lay intertwined, hers outside of mine at the waist, then folded up onto my calves at her knees. With every pulse of her on me, our legs would slide along one another, sending shivers up my spine, and tugging at my balls.

Lucy had her hands on my shoulders, pulling herself up and gripping harder to push herself down. My hands were sliding along her sides and back, my fingers rippling over her ribs and down onto the tender, soft flesh over her hips, then onto the hips, over the bone there, up around to her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and dipping in a bit, then up along her exquisite back, massaging along her shoulder blades, up her neck, into her hair, down over her ears, under her arms, then to repeat the whole delicious journey.

After what seemed a long time, my persistent but slow excitement grew to a level impossible to resist, and I pushed Lucy up off of me, intending to roll us over and assert the lead. But Lucy was having none of that. She sat up insyead, her knees at my hips, her feet still hooked over my shins about halfway down, her proud, fine breasts jutting out above me in the dim light.

I was delighted to be able to reach up with both hands to manipulate them, and she actually cooed her pleasure.

She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, and using that as a platform, pushed herself up and let herself drop back down much more energetically. She started out looking in my eyes, but soon, her head was laid back, her throat tight, as she opened her airway and began pumping herself on me madly, grunting with each thrust. I tried to lift my hips up to her, and to guide her occasionally by grasping her hips, but she would not relent, would not surrender control of our fucking.

I'm old, but not dead. Yet. It certainly crossed my mind that many better men than me had died in exactly this situation, trying to keep up sexually with a much younger woman. If that was to be, so be it. But first, I could feel the onset of an intense, explosive orgasm. I grabbed Lucy by the butt cheeks, and simply slammed up into her, raising my hips mindlessly, but so violently I was sure I had hurt her, and felt an enormous surge of semen develop in my scrotum, scour through between my balls and the base of my penis, then shoot along the length of my cock and fire into Lucy's hot, wet vagina, in the most devastatingly wonderful climax I had experienced since I was a very young man. I was lost to rational thought and succumbed entirely to the mad animal urge to fire more and more of my thick, white, sticky fluid up into this sexy young girl. I could hear myself growling out some kind of passionate noises, but I have no idea if it was words or just animalistic groaning.

When coherent thought did return, I began to worry that Lucy would not reach her own fulfillment before I began to wilt away. But I had no sooner had the thought then she dropped onto my cock, her fingers yanking at my grey chest hairs, her back arching as I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, her head still thrown back with a long, keening sigh. Her legs clamped mine together, pinching my poor balls between them and the sheet, and I felt myself still ... or again? ... blasting cum up into her body.

Lucy fell down on top of me again, gasping for breath. I started to stroke her sides, but she reached back and stilled my hands. "Stop!" she said. "Too much!"

Her moist young body lay like dead weight on top of me; she was completely limp, her face turned to the side by mine, her crazy, spiky hair all over my face, up my nostrils, in my mouth, in my eyes. In the flickering candle light, all I could see was an dim auburn haze.

Then, I felt something licking my feet.

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After we shooed the dogs away, and recovered for a bit, we tugged the blankets up and just cuddled together in the intense heat of one another's bodies, our damp heads and faces chilly out in the cold room air.

I glanced at the battery-powered clock over the dresser; it was only 5:00 p.m., but it was growing even darker outside. The wind had picked up again, and I could see out the window that it was still snowing heavily ... or at least blowing around the snow already fallen.

We both dozed, cuddled in one another's arms. And legs.

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I sat bolt upright as the house was filled with noise and light. I could hear the refrigerator straining to start. It sounded like all six little wall heater fans were suddenly energized, and lights all over the house blazed. Both dogs were apparently out in the living area, barking wildly.

Once my heart and the dogs settled down, I glanced again at the clock over the dresser. It said 9:00. We had slept for four hours.

I felt Lucy at my side, pulling me back down to her under the warm covers. I didn't resist.

Her hands were busy down below, massaging my limp penis. She expertly gripped my soft member in her fingertips, and rolled her fingers along its length again and again, massaging lightly under my balls with her other hand. I could feel her gorgeous tits brushing against my belly; before long, to my amazement and delight, my cock began to grow in her hand.

I didn't resist this time when she dove below the covers.

I felt something warm and supple attach itself to the end of my penis and I knew she was kissing me there, opening her lips and sucking at the end of my now-erect cock. I felt her tongue lash out, swipe wetly all around me, washing me of the dried combination of her vaginal fluid and my ejaculation. I shuddered with the nastiness of it and her wanton willingness to take me into her mouth in that condition.

I felt her mouth slip down over my cock. It was a surreal situation; the whole house was ablaze with lights, and full of noise, but all I could see of her now was a moving lump in the blankets. I just stared at the ceiling, and concentrated on my physical sensations. Eventually, I closed my eyes.

She knew very well how to do this thing to best please a man. She lightly dragged her teeth along me, champing down a little once or twice just to remind me that I was completely at her mercy, now.




Walking the Dog



Then, she sucked HARD on my member, and I felt her tongue and cheeks collapse tightly around me. She began to move her head up and down on my cock, sucking on the in-stroke and relaxing on the out-stroke. Her tongue was active, swirling around me, paying special attention to the head of my cock, especially sliding wetly around the rim of it where it joined the shaft.

Soon, I felt my thighs tensing and my balls pulling up. I could hardly believe it, but Lucy was about to give me another climax. I called out to her that I was about to cum, but I don't know if she heard me.

She seemed to know I was close, though, as she kept the suction on me continuously, and increased the tempo of bobbing her head. I exploded into her mouth, and yet she still persisted, sucking and bobbing her head as I spewed jet after jet of semen into her mouth. I could feel her tongue ripple and smash my penis against the roof of her mouth as she swallowed.

I passed the height of my climax, but continued to feel smaller spasms of ejaculation as I began to relax again. Eventually, I could feel Lucy withdraw me from her mouth, and pause to lavish her tongue around and over my meaty tip.

A crazy tangle of reddish-brown hair emerged from under the covers beside me, followed by a cute, and very young girl's face, grinning with delight. "I told you! And, just watch, the night is young! I'm not done with you yet!"

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked.

"Wouldn't YOU like to know?"

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The house was beginning to warm up, then quickly got too warm, but the individual wall heaters began to cycle off. The refrigerator stopped, and the dogs were quiet. Lucy and I hopped out of the bed and searched around for our sweats. She was the most enchanting sight, tall, leggy, flat tummy, shaved cunt, wild tousled red hair, delightful young boobs, all naked except for her wooly bed socks.

We got dressed, and went around turning off most of the lights. It was nice to have the electricity again, and the heat, but all and all, I think we both had preferred it dark and quiet, as if our time in bed when the power was out was on some kind of parallel time line.

We let the dogs out onto my balcony patio to pee. It was entertaining watching each of them figure out what to do in the drifts that sliced across the deck. But eventually, they figured it out, and did what dogs have to do.

I made some coffee, and Lucy fed the dogs. Everyone had a little snack, and we cleaned up, got refills for our coffee, and went out into the living room to watch "The Two Towers." I know you're thinking I was insane to be watching a movie when I had this sexy young girl right here, but I am not ashamed to admit that I was done for a while.

I sat on the end of the sofa, leaning into the corner between the arm and the back. Lucy curled up next to me, leaning back against me, and she threw my big Pendleton wool blanket over us. She watched intently, asking a question from time to time when she got lost in the various characters.

After a while, I got up to take a bathroom break, but left the film running for Lucy. When I got back, she had taken my place in the corner. I sat next to her, put my arm around her shoulder, and draped the blanket over our laps again.

The next time she turned to ask me a question, on impulse, I kissed her. She kissed me back, escalating to an open-mouthed soul kiss. Soon, the movie was forgotten, and while dwarves and ents noisily fought orcs, we just got lost in necking like a couple of high school kids.

The kissing, hugging, and petting continued until after the movie ended. We had advanced to touching one another's bodies. Eventually, we shed our sweats again, and sat for maybe half an hour fondling one another there on my living room couch. I was astounded to find that I was hard again, and eager to plunge my aching cock into this gorgeous young girl's sexy body.

Lucy got up and walked around to the side of the sofa. She leaned down over the upholstered arm, her generous tits hanging down alluringly on this side, her ass high behind her, pointed right at the sliding glass door and any neighbors in the buildings down the block. My place is on the second floor, or she would have been visible to anyone walking or driving by. Not that anyone WAS walking or driving by in those conditions.

I went around behind her, and could clearly see her clean-shaven pussy lips between her thighs there, her lovely ass above them. The dogs were sitting attentively, watching us again with interest.

I sliced the tip of my cock up and down Lucy's slit, and she adjusted her stance to allow me better access to her sex. I grasped her ass cheeks, and spread them apart to study her groove there and to see her tiny puckered opening.

"You can fuck me in the ass if you want to, Jim. I like it!"

"Oh, no thanks, sweetie, there's a much more inviting opening right here," I said as I slipped my cock once again into the juicy twat of this girl who was less than one-third my age.

There was nothing romantic or gentle about this coupling. I was inspired and over-excited. I found myself pounding into Lucy's cunt as hard and as fast as my old body could go. Lucy cried out, "Jesus, Jim! You old fucker! That's the way I LOVE it! Fuck me up!"

She started to throw herself back onto me in rhythm with my thrusting, grunting and gasping with her efforts. I could see her sensitive nipples dragging over the rough upholstery of my sofa cushions. I could feel her cunt, a tight fit anyway, clamp down on my cock as she started to cum. The delicious feeling of her impaled on my cock launched my climax, and this time, I could feel my poor balls and prostate clench with the effort, completely unaccustomed to such frequent demands. The ejaculation was actually a little painful, but, perversely, the pain added to the immense joy and profound pleasure of fucking this girl yet again.

At the summit of my cum, I thrust into Lucy so hard, she was thrown off balance and forward onto the arm of the sofa with a big "OOF," her tits digging into the seat cushion. I held myself deep in her, relishing the heat, the pressure on my cock, as well as the very idea of this old man fucking this sensational girl over, and over, and over again. While I turned that thought over in my mind, I thrust a few more times into her, squirting the few last feeble, but delightful spurts of jism into her.

"You okay, Lucy? I asked.

Lucy was still breathing so hard she could hardly talk, and being bent in half over the arm of the sofa didn't help much. "Great!" she said, "THAT was great! When will you be ready again?"

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The heart was willing but the flesh was weak.

I was done for the night. We re-started the movie where we had tuned out, watched it to its conclusion, then went to bed.

I don't know what Lucy had in mind, but almost as soon as I hit the mattress, I was sound asleep.

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When I woke up, the sun was shining in the bedroom window. Lucy was up; I could smell coffee brewing, and I could hear the shower running. I looked in the dryer, but Lucy had apparently already gathered her clothes from yesterday.

I let the dogs out again, fed them and refilled their water dishes.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was fully dressed. I was sitting at the dining room table, sipping coffee and nibbling at some toast. I got up to greet her, and she swallowed me with her hug, and kissed me like she hadn't seen me for years. "Oh, Jim! Last night was wonderful!"

"Thanks!" I said, my ego soaring that such a sexy young woman with several boyfriends in her stable would think so highly of my love-making.

"I just LOVED those movies!" she said.

My heart just sank, and I slumped down into my chair.

"Oh, for crying out loud, Jim! I'm yanking your chain!" Lucy laughed. "I was talking about the royal fucking you gave me, you filthy old man!"

I stood up again, and grabbed her for another, even hotter kiss.

"What, more?" she said, leaning back to look at my eyes.

I wiggled my eyebrows, and tried to guide her back to the bedroom. I only failed because she again took the lead. In only a minute or two, we were naked and fucking again, this time in the old-fashioned missionary position, so I could enjoy the sight of her young, supple body there on the bed before me in broad daylight, writhing in rhythm with me as my prick slid up into her cunt once again.

It was beyond understanding where this was coming from. I'm not sure I EVER had four such serious hard-ons in less than twenty-four hours, let alone used them to fill a woman's mouth or cunt every time.  Witness the power of unfamiliar young flesh, I guess.

My orgasm was swift and strong, and I was proud to hang on long enough to get Lucy off, too.

We both got dressed; I asked Lucy if she wanted to take another shower, but she said she was supposed to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with one of her boyfriends, and she thought it would be a hoot to screw him with my spunk still in her. "See if he can tell the difference!" she said with a wicked grin.

It actually occurred to me for the first time that I had run a serious risk of getting an STD. Oh, what the hell, I'm 66. Did I want to live forever?

Lucy said that she would expect me to go walking with her in the morning on the day after Christmas, if it wasn't another blizzard. I said, of course, Rusty and I would be excited to see her and Goliath.

I assumed she was telling me that this was a one-time thing. That was okay with me. I had a MUCH better attitude. Life seemed maybe worth living again. I might even think about dating soon!

Lucy gathered up Goliath, and I took Rusty on her leash down to the door of the building to say goodbye. Lucy gave me a big kiss at the door as she set out through the sunny day and the drifts of snow.

She was only a few feet away when she turned and asked, "There's still another hobbit movie, right? What are you doing on New Year's day?"



Walking the Dog



I bent down to fix the leash on my beautiful English bulldog, Petunia. I am very proud of her, because she is of national grand champion stock and one of the cutest bulldogs you would ever see. I was getting ready to take her on our morning walk around the lake in the park across the street from our house where my husband and I had lived for the last three years. The morning walks were my favorite time of the day, and it helped keep both of our figures nice and trim. As usual I had chosen to wear tight jogging shorts, a sports bra and my trademark ponytail. Being a creature of habit, it was almost exactly nine in the morning when it was still pretty cool. Bulldogs don't handle heat well and nine was nearly perfect.

I closed the door behind us and walked across the street and was walking over the strip of grass to the sidewalk that circled the lake when I noticed a tall black man approaching our interception point. Almost unbelievably he had a bulldog with him. It was not just a bulldog but just about the best looking male specimen I'd ever seen. His owner was damn good looking, too. Just as it is with Harley owners, bulldog owners have a special camaraderie because of the breed and their uniqueness. We trotted over to them and I said "Hi, this is Petunia, I'm Beth and your dog is the most striking bulldog I've ever seen. He is absolutely gorgeous!"

"Well, thank you, and his name is Percy. Oh, and I am Cal." Almost as an automatic movement, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card which I glanced at and noticed that he was a real estate broker.

"Calvin Roberts and in real estate, huh? Amazing, because my husband is an agent, too. Don Jeffords is his name and he works out of the REAL PROS office downtown at Court and Main. You know, I've walked around this lake almost every day for three years and I have never seen you or Percy before. Do you live nearby?"

"Yes, I just moved into the townhouses over there," pointing back up the street a couple of blocks. "I moved in two weeks ago. Would you like to walk around the lake with Percy and me? We can get to know each other a little better. I have been very busy and you are the first person I've met in the neighborhood." Petunia and Percy had already completed their introductory sniffing ritual and seemed ready to get busy walking. So I said that I would love to and away we went. We chatted like old friends and by the time we got around to his townhouse I had learned that he was single, and that he lived alone. He was very busy and had six agents that he employed in his brokerage. I told him many details of my life, but I didn't get into telling him about the swinging lifestyle that Don and I enjoyed. I was already smitten and knew that I would welcome getting to know him much better.
We stopped in front of his house and he said that he really enjoyed walking together. I told him that I walked every day at nine o'clock and that I would look forward to seeing him again. "You can bring Percy, too. I think our dogs would like that. See you later." I then turned away and started down the walk toward my house. When I had gone about twenty feet, I turned back and saw that Cal was still standing there looking at me. I immediately blushed and on a whim, I blew him a little kiss. He waved with a big smile on his face and I knew I would be seeing him again.

I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about Cal and thinking about my husband and our life together. We had been married for a bit over five years. We had a really outrageous lifestyle and had started having multiple sexual partners even before we got married. Two years ago we had actually joined a swing group, which met regularly on Friday nights. There were about twenty couples in the group and usually six to ten couples would show up on any given Friday evening for some good fun. We had some longer lasting on-going affairs too. I wasn't currently tied up with anyone but I knew Don was seeing another agent in his office a couple times a week. I knew he looked at me as his trophy wife. I think he loved me but I had a suspicion that he loved our lifestyle more. I don't think I was deeply in love with him either. It was very hard for us to be tightly connected when we had so many emotional bonds outside of our marriage. I guess I wasn't really happy with the situation but that was what we had. We had talked about this on several occasions, but things never really changed. Two months ago we had decided that maybe it was time to start a family. I wasn't completely convinced that this would solve anything but I did agree to go off the pill and suspend my outside activities. Of course he would continue with his, including the Friday night get-togethers. 

By the time Don got home I had already decided that I would pursue anything that might occur with Cal. Don and I exchanged pleasantries and I told him I had met one of his partners in crime. He wanted to know who and I told him "His name is Cal Roberts and I met him walking the dog today. He has the most beautiful bulldog."

"I've never met him but I sure have heard of him. He owns a really hotshot agency. Each of his agents has a male bulldog and they use their dogs in their marketing programs. Everyone seems to like their little slogans like 'once we get our teeth in a job, we never let go'." 

"That is cute," I replied. "You know, I think maybe we ought to get some black couples for our group. Are you going tonight? You might as well. I started my period yesterday so I'm not pregnant and there is no reason for you to stay home with me." I hoped that he might stay and keep me company but he said that he would be going. It sort of ticked me off.

"I take it that this Cal is black?" Don asked me.

"Yes, and he is very good looking and very sexy."

"Well, maybe after you get pregnant, we can ask him if he might want to join. He is married, isn't he?"

"No, he's single."

"You seem to know quite a bit about him. Are you interested in seeing him?

"I don't know. I only talked to him for a few minutes."

"Well, we'll see when the time comes. I guess I better get going." He then cleaned up and changed clothes. He gave me a little peck on the cheek and told me not to wait up. I resigned myself to an evening alone, and I could already feel my mind starting to drift back to my new friend, Cal. I spent the rest of the night thinking about him and Don, our relationship and what I wanted to happen. I tried to temper my thoughts by telling myself that I was probably counting my chickens before they hatch.

For the next few days, I made sure I was walking out the door with Petunia at exactly nine, but each day I was disappointed. No Cal. Then on Thursday, when I got to the edge of the park, there was Cal sitting on a bench waiting for me and Petunia. Percy wagged his whole back end like bulldogs do when they are excited. I didn't wag my back end but I'm very sure Cal saw that I was very glad to see him. By the time we got around the lake and stood in front of Cal's house, I had decided to let Cal know that I was ready to rock and roll with him. He beat me to the punch and asked me to come in for coffee and he would show me his townhouse. I told him I would take Petunia to my house and be right back. I hurried home and got Petunia settled. I then freshened up, dabbed on a little perfume and headed back up the street to Cal's house. We didn't end up having coffee. When he opened the door we just sort of melted into each other, kissing passionately. The only part of his house that he showed me was the master bedroom.

We wasted no time, quickly undressing each other and feasting on each other's body. In the fastest five minutes of my life, we kissed, touched, licked and sucked on nearly every body part we could get a hold of. And then he was inside of me, driving his nice-sized pole deep, oh, so deep. I had two rapid-fire orgasms, and Cal settled into a powerful rhythm. Simply put, I was in heaven and I had met God. We made love for a few more minutes and I felt that Cal was getting close. I was nearly there myself and I locked my legs behind Cal's thighs. I whispered in his ear to hold nothing back. We then joined in a most passionate kiss while my orgasm rolled over my body. Cal then held still and I knew he was filling me with his juice. He then propped himself up on his elbows, giving us a chance to catch our breath. When I could finally speak, I gasped, "Oh, Cal. That was absolutely wonderful." 

"Beth, you have no idea!" I was pretty sure I did. My body was still twitching and Cal hadn't really stopped thrusting and amazingly I felt him getting hard again. He slid his arms under me and told me to hold on, rolling us over with me on top. We just lay there for a minute just barely moving. I then pulled my legs up to our sides and sat up on him, preparing to ride him to another orgasm. He reached up to my breasts and began to pump while I bounced up and down meeting every thrust. It took a little longer this time but soon I was out of my mind and Cal was filling me again. Now we were really tired and I rolled off and lay by his side. We spent the next hour talking, kissing and caressing each other. I noticed that his manhood would occasionally start to stiffen and I decided to help it along. So, I scooted down in the bed and took him in my mouth.

In less than a minute he was fully hard. I looked up at him, giving him a big smile. "Cal, do you want to make love to me again?"

"Oh, yes," he grinned. He then flipped me onto my back and crawled up on me, his lips mashed to mine. The next half hour was total bliss as we made love slowly and deeply. We finally came together. He said that he had better be getting to his office, promising to walk the dog as often as his schedule would allow. We parted with the best kiss I had ever had in my life. I then made it to my house on shaky legs. I lay down on the couch with a towel under me and began to think about what was happening to my life. I decided two things for sure. First, I wasn't going to talk to Don about my walking the dog with Cal anymore. And I was going to be with Cal as often as I could. I also figured I had better talk to my gynecologist. I called her office and set an appointment for the next afternoon.

I got there right on time, and Dr. Johnson greeted me warmly. She asked me how she could help me and I started to relay my story. I told her that my husband and I had decided to have a baby and that I had discontinued the pill. She smiled at me and asked me if there were any problems. "Well, there isn't anything wrong." I swallowed hard and continued "Since then I have begun to see someone other than my husband. The man is a black guy and I want to keep seeing him, but pregnancy would be a problem. I wanted to ask you if there were some form of birth control that I could use sometimes and that would be undetectable to my partners."

"I see," said Dr. Johnson. "There is always the so-called morning-after pill that would do the trick but those have been tested to be only about ninety per cent effective and that might not be good enough for the situation. There is another product that just came on the market that might be a better choice. It is new type of IUD. The only problem is that it is only temporary and is quite a bit more trouble to use. It is much like a condom and IUD combination. It fits into the head of the cervix much like a regular IUD and has a filmy hood much like a condom that rolls down on the outside of the cervix. It has been tested to be over ninety-nine per cent effective if replaced every twenty four hours. You just have to douche prior to removal to make sure no sperm remains in the area. They are very easy to insert and remove. In addition, tests have shown that very few of the male partners are aware that they are in place. They are much softer and filmier than regular IUDs."

"That seems to be a better choice for my situation."

"Well, I can write you a prescription for them. You just have to remember that they must be replaced every day. I have some samples and I can show you how to insert them. Just be very careful that you don't puncture it with your fingernail. They are very thin."

On the way home, I stopped at the pharmacy, got my prescription, and picked up several packets of douche. I was pretty satisfied with the whole idea and decided that I would start using them when I got a little closer to the fertile time during my cycle. I was only five days in and felt that I would be pretty safe for the next few days. Needless to say I was very excited to walk the dog the next few days but that was all that happened until the next Thurs. As I left with Petunia, there was Cal waiting on the bench. I was wet before I got across the street and we hustled the dogs around the lake at a brisk pace-well, brisk for bulldogs, that is. Our second time together was even better than the first. Fast and passionate, slow and tender. I knew that if I saw Cal for any length of time I would be hopelessly in love with him. While we were lying together after our first go-around, I decided to tell him that we had been having unprotected sex. Apparently this idea turned him on because that ended our rest period and he banged away at a torrid pace until he pumped another load deep into me. I was surprised at my thoughts because I was very turned on by the idea that he wouldn't mind getting me pregnant.

"Wow! That was outrageous," I panted.

"The idea of having sex with you unprotected really got me going. What if you get pregnant?

"Would that be so bad?" I asked.

"Not really, but what about your husband?"

"Well, I did talk to my gynecologist, and we did come up with a plan and a possible solution. There is a new form of birth control that allows me to use it whenever I choose and to discontinue it whenever. According to tests it is almost undetectable to the partner. So Don or you wouldn't even know when I would be protected. I could use it only during my fertile time and still have unprotected sex during other times. Of course, unprotected sex during any time during my cycle could result in my getting pregnant."

"Well, are you using it right now?"

"No. I'm not going to use it till I get closer to my fertile days." For the third time, Cal immediately got hard again and proceeded to climb aboard and ride me to a giant orgasm before cumming once more deep inside me. "Wow! I think you really do want to get me pregnant. That does turn you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does but I do know that would be bad for your marriage. Can you walk the dog day after tomorrow? I have to go on a business trip for ten days that afternoon so I won't be around for a while and I really would like to see you before I go."

"I will have to ask Petunia but I'm pretty sure she will agree."

"Will you use your protection?'

"No, but it is getting close to my time. I probably will be OK. I guess I can give you one more shot."

"I was thinking more like three more shots, or maybe four if I can get up for it. Knowing that I could possibly get you pregnant will surely prod me on. Maybe five times."

"Well, I'll be there with no protection, so good luck." We cuddled for a little while before I headed home and Cal left for his office. He said he had a lot of prep work to complete before his trip. 

I could hardly wait for our date in two days, and I laid around the rest of the day thinking about Cal and the revelation that he wouldn't mind getting me pregnant. I was turned on by the idea myself and I thought about what I was going to do about that and what I wanted to do about Don. I decided that I would start using protection with Don while Cal was gone. By the time he would get back from his trip, my ovulation would be over. I think that is called kicking the can down the road, you know, putting off any decision. I made it through the next day and I was highly excited the morning of our date I kept looking out the window, keeping my eye on the bench that Cal waited on. Finally I got Petunia leashed up and headed out the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I saw him walking toward the bench.

"Oh, Cal. I am so glad to see you .I thought that maybe you would be too busy and would stand me up."

"Not a chance. The only thing standing up is my-well you know."

"Then we better get walking. I'm pretty ready myself."

The next four hours were everything I'd hoped for. Cal didn't quite make his five times but he did pump in four huge loads. I must have had ten orgasms. He kept asking me if I was protected and each time I told him that I hadn't tried out my new birth control yet, since my fertile days were still about five days away, he got hard as a rock. After we lay spent the forth time, he asked me if I was going to miss him. I told him that he had no idea how much. I also told him that I was going to test my protection with Don while he was gone. "Good," he said, "I wouldn't want him to beat me to the punch." I just giggled and told him that I was going to be real careful.

The next ten days went by slowly and I guess the birth control worked because my period came the day before Cal got back. The next morning he was waiting on his bench and we walked around the lake as usual. When we got to his house, I finally told him that I had my period but he insisted that I come to his house anyway. I didn't usually like menstrual sex, but we put down a couple of towels, and Cal proceeded to change my mind about that. It was four days before I saw Cal again and he said he just had too much to catch up on at his office. My period had ended the night before and we had a great time. After we had finished and were lying in the bed cuddling, I asked him, "Do you think you could walk the dog on the 25th and 26th?" He looked at me sort of funny and said, "I'm sure I can, but what is so special about then?"

"Well, according to my calculations that should be when I am the most fertile and I want to see you on those two days."

He gasped, "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Yes, I'm going to be protected only with my husband and I know I want what you want." 

He grabbed me and kissed me hard and then said, "You can bet I'm going to clear my calendar." 



Walking the Dog



Do you know how dogs sniff each other's butts? I am not sure why they do, but there is some kind of important communication going on.

My name is Gaye and I am a blonde athletic woman in my mid-twenties. I want to stay tight and muscular.

I got a dog last year and I named her "Lady." She is a beautiful mutt--half Golden Retriever and half German Shepherd. Her color is grey with lots of red and honey highlights. She is so fantastically happy and energetic. And she is well behaved as long as I give her long walks twice a day.

Her only bad habit she has is that she sniffs women's crotches and butts. I don't know why she does it, but she must have a sensitivity and compulsive sense of smell.

When Lady was just 5 months old I was walking her and she rammed her nose into some cute woman in the park after a jog. At first I thought my dog liked the sweaty smell, but she just kept poking the woman's crotch. 

This got to be a regular habit with my dog, happening almost every time I took her for a walk if we passed a woman. Lady would only bonk into pretty young women, and I wondered if they had their period or even had recently gone to the bathroom. What scent excited her so much?

Lady didn't like my boyfriend. As she got older she would growl and get aggressive with him. I also began to dislike him, because he handled very badly, like a petulant child. Anybody who doesn't get along well with a cute puppy might just be a bad person. Eventually we broke up over his problem with my wonderful sweet Lady. If you couldn't get along with my dog the relationship was doomed.

Soon after, that I realized that she didn't like any men. She even growled at my Dad, who is a total dog-lover. Lady made it very difficult for me to date. Sometimes out on walks she would begin to bark aggressive passing random men. I had to admit, that many times, I had the same feeling. Guys can be creepy the way the stare at your boobs, or don't say anything. I began to accept Lady's irritation with men as a defense instinct of me.

Then one day I saw Lady sniff the butt of another dog. It was a female dog! Not just sniffing, but she also licked the dog's vagina. Those two female dogs were both in heat, salivating and wagging their tails urgently. Then she mounted that dog and humped her for several minutes. I began to think that my dog is a lesbian. Could it be?

Several months passed by and I was beginning to lose weight and tighten up my legs and abdomen. Walking a half an hour at least twice a day can make a big impact on your fitness.

One day I was walking in the park and Lady got overly friendly with a woman's crotch. She actually licked it. She was whining and wagging her tail like she'd just found a fresh steak. But Lady just continued poking this woman's private parts, bonking her nose in her intimates.

"Oh, my God, I am so sorry. Lady, stop! Now!" I commanded, trying to get control of my dog. The woman was good natured about it, laughing and softly pushing lady's head away from her pussy. Lady was wagging her tail excitedly, and so I pulled her leash to defuse the situation.

"Well, that's some dog you have! Do you train her poke women in the crotch?" asked the jogger. She had shorts on and a jogging bra. She had a beautiful tan and short dark hair--very pretty--not that I was thinking of her body in sexual way. I've always had plenty of boyfriends.

"No, I certainly don't. Geez, I am so sorry. Damn that's so queer for her to do that."

"Are you saying your dog is a lesbian?" inquired the jogger. I was a little intimidated as I caught her washboard abs. This woman was "healthy" looking.

"Bad choice of words. I mean, no, she's not. I've never heard of that. She is not even a year old. She's just big, but she is still a puppy." I stammered as Lady started pulling the chain towards the woman.

"Well, I think your dog likes me. It's really nice to make friends with you, anyway," she said. "My name is Eve," pronounced the jogger, extending her hand. "I jog here almost every day."

I shook her hand and introduced myself. "My name is Gaye." Eve looked me over, so I got a little nervous. The whole gay innuendo made me nervous. I've been teased my whole life for the name.

I continued blathering on with this woman. "When I was in school my boyfriend's name was Dick, so we made quite the odd couple."

"Gaye...That's a lovely name. It's so...so happy!" she announced. Now my face was blushed bright red, talking this curvy woman who was flirting with me.

"I can't believe it my dog did that to you. I'm totally sorry." I said, apologizing once more.

"Let's walk together. I need to go back towards my car which is over there, the same way you were walking."

We walked slowly and my dog seemed to be happy to walk slowly, rather than pull like she always did. We chit chatted about the weather, the park, and where we both lived. I told her that I lived alone and showed her street where I lived.

"Gaye, do you mind if we stopped at your house for a cold drink? Water would be fine."

I got suspicious thinking I knew where this was heading, but I agreed. "I probably have some diet soda, too," I said earnestly. In about 10 minutes, we were opening the door to my apartment and walked to the fridge to check on drinks.

"I appreciate you letting come up. I am glad your dog wanted us to be friends," said Eve.

As I turned around, Eve was inches away from my face, and press in to kiss my mouth. I was shocked, but I just shut my eyes. Eve took that as approval and kissed me again. This it was more aggressive, as she inserted her tongue between my lips. I stayed passive until I realized that I liked the kiss of a woman. Eventually, I kissed back and we made out in the kitchen, until she started touching my breasts and nipples over my shirt.

I broke the kiss and said, "Well, I imagine you're really thirsty now," and I opened up her diet soda and poured it in a glass. I didn't know what else to do so I turned to get myself something to drink, too.

"Wow, Gaye, you're a good kisser. You've never done this before, have you?" asked Eve. "If you want to stop, just tell me...but I sense that you were really into kissing me."

After we each whet our whistle with a brief sip of our drinks, we resumed the make-out session. She started flitting her tongue fast and soft against mine. 

As I got more aroused, I became less frightened and realized that I had always been curious about having sex with another woman. Now I felt powerless to stop it.

She pressed her hand behind my waist and pulled me in to rub bellies with me while we kissed. The pressure of our torsos was making me hot. I surprised myself as I was the first to run my hand over her boobs. I had no trouble finding her erect nipples. 

"My breasts are very sensitive when I am horny," said Eve. "And you...you make me very horny." I pulled on her big nipples, watching them grow with each touch, becoming curious to see what they look like out of clothing.

We both were panting as we got more active, nibbling each other's neck and mauling each other's tits. I glanced over at my dog who was content to watch us. Lady stayed close, as if to give her approval to this pairing, and these intimate activities.

Eve started to undress me. I was feeling anxious about finally yielding to a lesbian curiosity. Could I really live with myself afterward? Could I stop myself if I wanted to?

Soon I was naked and Eve had her hand on my pussy. She was really working me up and I pulled her into my bedroom.

I lay down, spreading my legs inviting, hoping that she was going to eat my pussy. I've always heard that women are better at it--more sensitive and yet more focused on the hot spots.

She kissed her way down my ribs and stomach. I was so juicy between my legs, you'd think I had done this before.

When her mouth reached my vagina, she licked softly on the labia. She tugged them apart and stroked the smooth skin with a finger. Each caress went deeper until her finger was totally gooey and lubricated.

She fingered and stroked me for a long time until I begged for her tongue. "Oh, eat me, baby!" I begged.

"I thought you'd never ask," she demured before flicking her tongue over and around my sex. After a few minutes, she pulled back the hood and slowly licked my clit. It was a slow wet stroke that created a burning sensation in my whole nervous system. I was warm in my neck and down to my thumbs. I vibrated with a horny sensation that understood that I had never had proper oral sex before. I knew it would get better until the whole process would be a game changer.

The question was not whether I liked women or men. It was how many women I'd want. Eve was a studied talent, much gentler than I expected. She had an aggressive edge to her, but it melted away as she coaxed pleasure from between my legs.

After her light licking I was squirming and ready for action. She sucked at me like you might eat a juicy mango. She even slurped as she ate. She knew just when to place her whole mouth over my pussy hole, with her upper lip over my clit. 

She slurped and sucked with a noisy chorus of lewd sounds. I became louder too. I never was a talker or screamer, but there I was shouting, "Oh, my God. Ah, Ah, it's so good. Oh, no. Oh yes, yessss! Oh, Oh, Ooooooh, Mmmmm. Oooooh! Ah, Ah,Ah!"

Just then I heard a strange howling noise, only to realize that my dog Lady was howling with me in my orgasm. I cackled with laughter and so did Eve.

"Come over here, Lady," I called knowing that both of us smelled of musky sex hormones. Lady slowly smelled the bed area and put her mouth against my cheek to give me a quick kiss. Then she also licked Eve on the face.

This was Lady's way of showing her blessing for what we were doing. Now the only thing left is to find that other lesbian dog again to pair up with Lady.



Walking the Dog



My dog Skippy is going on two years old this year and I've been taking him down to the local park just about every morning for all of that time. 

I usually get to park around 6 AM to get Skippy in a quick walk before I get ready for work. I rarely see anyone else at all at the park except for the occasional jogger.

On the weekends and holidays, of course I sleep in a bit and I have to share the beautiful park with many other folks.

This particular week, I was on vacation and it had been raining early in the morning so I waited for the weather to clear before I made my way down to the park.

I parked in my usual place and wandered down the trail through the still misting day and dripping woods to the small clearing where I could safely let the dog off lead to race about freely for a little while and waited for the little dog to do what he needed to do. 

We made our way back to the area up on the hill where my car was parked. I noticed another vehicle parked a few spaces from my car. It was an ordinary sedan, four doors and silver in color. As I approached closer I could see there was a single man in the car. 

He appeared to be around my age, cleanly shaved and neatly, if casually dressed. He seemed a bit nervous, glancing at me then appearing to stare out the front windshield of his car.

As I drew closer, I noticed the top of his arm and shoulder appeared to be moving slightly. I thought to myself, that's a bit strange. I wondered at first if he was scratching himself but as I drew nearer, I thought, wow, this guy's jerking off. 

I found the thought strangely erotic I felt my cock begin to swell slightly and I decided to make a point of getting close enough to confirm my observations. 

I walked around to the drivers side of my vehicle making the turn wider than needed to allow me to glance through the side window of the sedan. 

I didn't see anything clearly, but his arm movements left little doubt to the nature of his activities. I looked around and there was no one else parked near by or walking around in the light drizzle. 

He looked at me invitingly or at least it seemed that way to me. I put Skippy into the car, closed the door and stood by my car, unsure of what to do next. 

I felt a wave of nervous excitement wash over me. My heart was pounding, my mouth dry and my cock was now chub.

I stepped the short distance to the car, close enough so I could peer into the drivers side window. 

The guy smiled at me and I could clearly see his erect penis. He held it tightly at the base with his fist and it extended easily four inches beyond. 

It was thin, much thinner than any cock I had ever seen. The shaft was a pale white, smooth with small blue veins but the head was an almost grotesquely large in comparison.

He squeezed and stroked it and resumed his masturbation, obviously pleased to have my attention. He indicated with his head I should join him in the front seat of his auto.

I looked around me and saw no one moving in the misty parking lot, my cock was now engorged to it's full length. I hesitated and felt a shiver run through me. 

I found myself at the passenger door my hand on the handle. 

The scene took on an almost dream like quality as I opened the door and quickly slid into the front seat. I began to panic a bit as the door clicked shut, my breath came in quick gulps. Slowly my tension melted and I took measure of the man in the seat beside me. 

The vehicle smelled of cock, I could see the pre-cum glistening on the extraordinarily large red head of his manhood. He stopped his stroking and used the muscle at the base to twitch the long shaft.

"You like?" The thin young man whispered to me nervously. 

"Yes." I mumbled. While still glancing around to see that we were indeed alone.

The windows of the car began to lightly fog.

"Take it out, let me see your cock." he asked with a disarming smile. 

It was almost a plea. I pulled the leg of my shorts aside dug through my undershorts and pulled out my now hard cock. I squeezed it and began to stroke myself. pre-cum began to ooze out and dripped down my shaft.

"Oh, yessssss!" the stranger hissed, his head back and his stroking quickened at the sight of my shorter but fatter manhood.

I was as fully sexually excited by the eroticism of the moment as I have ever been in my life. I don't remember ever being so turned on. My excitement grew even more as I sensed the man only a few feet away from me was about to cum.

His strokes quickened and he grunted his pleasure.He lifted his hips from the seat and closed his eyes. A few seconds later the first of several long squirts of cum exited his long thin white cock, I thought he would never stop ejaculating.

I came off, suddenly and shockingly, my eyes closed as the waves of orgasm rocked through me.

My companion was leaned back his softened cock limp in his hand, his cum still oozing and dripping out of his extraordinarily large cock head. I quickly slide my still wet cock back into my shorts and bolted from the car, still looking about to ensure I wasn't seen. 

I was ashamed of myself and my actions, I could feel my face reddened. For a moment I thought I would cry. 

I quickly made my way back to the safety of my car. Skippy of course was happy for my return and barked, wiggling his pleasure. I found the sound assuring. 

The silver sedan backed out of the parking space and slowly drove away. I leaned back in my seat, relieved that I would never have see the man with the strange misshapen cock again. I found some tissues and tried as best I could, to clean myself up.

I drove home slowly, my wife of fourteen years would be awake and getting our two boys ready for our trip down to the aquarium.

I looked down at the wet stained shorts I had on, the guilt again washed over me, my face flushed anew. 

How could I do that? I asked myself in disbelief. I'm not gay, I have no desire to have sex with men. 

The ride home was a short on and yet I found myself driving quickly. My heart was still pounding and I knew my face was flushed. I could smell my own cum and feel my cock chub in my cum splattered shorts. I hoped I could get into the bathroom and get out of these clothes and cleaned up before my wife or my children saw me. 

Luck was on my side and there was no one between me and the bathroom. I let Skippy off his lead and he bounded away in search of the children.

In the bathroom, I quickly disrobed and turned on the shower. I did my best to wash out the smell of semen from my shorts and buried them in the hamper.

My cock was semi-hard and swung against my leg as I adjusted the shower and let the hot water wash over me. I soaped myself and my cock hardened while I cleaned off the sticky cum. 

I knew as my cock swelled in my hands, I would have to relieve myself again and I pictured the strangers oddly shaped cock as I quickly reached my peak and ejaculated. 

My wife knocked on the door to tell me she and the kids were ready and waiting. I dried myself and headed for the bedroom to change.

The next few days were sunny and bright and the park busy with joggers, bicycles and strollers. 

I had masturbated several times since the incident, replaying the scene over and over in my head. The young man's long thin white cock with it's red mushroomed head. The smell of my own ejaculate returned me to the front seat of that strangers car and the bizarre sexual act I had shared with the stranger.

I was obsessed with the act. I hadn't mounted my wife since the incident and I had no interest in mounting her. 

I found myself on the net searching out and watching porno clips of men jerking off. I had often watched porn but certainly never gay porn. Now I would watch men cumming until I had to relieve myself of my sperm and run to the bathroom to squirt another load into the sink. I came off four times one day.

I knew now, I wanted cock. I wanted to touch one and taste one. I wondered if I were actually gay but, I really had no interest in men. I only wanted a cock. 

On the last day of my vacation, I awoke to the sound of rain. I dressed quickly, I wore no underwear and my thinnest short pants a light tee shirt and a cap. 

Skippy was ready, bouncing up and down with anticipation for his walk. I was nervous and hopeful. My cock was already semi-hard. I squeezed it hard on my way out the door.

As I had hoped there were no other cars in the lot, no sign of joggers and the rain was beginning to taper off once again to a light foggy drizzle. 

Skippy strained against the lead as I headed down the trail. I let him off the lead and he began to race around sniffing for rabbits and the tell tale odor of other canines.

I walked around in nervous circles chewing at my nails waiting until I was sure Skippy had burned off his excess energy, taken care of his needs and was ready to go home and eat.

Finally after what seemed like hours the dog raggedly and tongue lolling out made his way back to me. I leashed him and hurried back up the trail to the parking lot.

It was there. The sedan with the young man was again parked by my car. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I made my way up the hill to the vehicles. I quickly loaded the dog into my auto and headed around to the passenger side of the silver sedan.

His cock was out but it hung limply with only a few inches expose and of course the strangely shaped head protruding from his jeans.

"Hi", he said, "I guess I should at least introduce myself,my name is Sean, I live here in town. "I take it you come here often?"

Again he flashed his comfortable smile.

"Yes" I answered, "I walk the dog here every morning before work, my name is Angelo, I live about a half mile from here." "I'm married with two kids." I blurted out.

Sean chuckled, smiled and said. "Me too, only I just have one child, a little three year old girl. "I'm not gay either, I come down here for the thrill, I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I like to show my cock to strangers, it gives me a real thrill." "I do believe you enjoyed my show, at least it seemed that way to me."

"I guess I did." I answered sheepishly."I will admit I have been hoping to run into you again,although part of me is horrified by my reaction to all of this."

Sean laughed and continued to smile as his hand began to manipulate his now swelling cock.

"I've been hoping we could repeat the act again, I'm so glad I didn't scare you off." I so did enjoy seeing you cum off so quickly!"he said perhaps just a little too quickly, I understood now that he also was nervous and unsure of the situation. 

For some reason, I took comfort in that. "Take it out, take out your cock." he asked glancing furtively about. I pulled my shorts down to my thighs with my balls hanging over the elastic waist band of my thin summer shorts, my cock was squeezed up into my stomach. I could see he was now fully erect. He pulled his shorts down to his knees so I could see his cock and balls completely. 

He was even longer than I remember. Again I was fascinated with his apple sized cock head mounted on the pencil thin white shaft. His balls were tiny, he stroked his thin shaft, the top of his pumping hand banging into the underside of the crown. His eyes were closed as I watched clear pre-cum drool out and over,dripping onto the floor.

"Have you ever sucked cock?" he asked quietly. 

"No!" I answered quickly and perhaps just a bit to sharply. "I told you I wasn't gay." 

"I know, I know," he said quietly, "I'm not either but I want to suck you, will you let me suckle your dick?" "I want to suck a cock, I want to suck your cock." 

I could see he was breathing hard and he was nervously awaiting my answer. My mind reeled, my cock throbbed. "Yes, okay,suck me." I pulled my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. I lifted my thighs up and tilted toward the young stranger to allow him easy access to my hot dripping cock.

I felt his hot mouth engulf me and my hand instinctively reached for the back of his head forcing my full length into his willing mouth. He gagged as my cock head slammed to the back of his throat. 

I released him and he pulled back and coughed. "Sorry" I apologized quickly. I could see his eyes were teared up and he struggled to regain his breath. "Sorry" I repeated, "I guess I'm not to good at this."

We both laughed. "Let me try again." 

His warm mouth again engulfed my harden dick, he did suckle me gently, I could feel his tongue, the tip of it, against the rim of my cock head. My head began to swim and I knew I would cum shortly.

"I'm going to cum off." I gasped holding his head tight to my belly. I felt my orgasm rising and heard Sean grunt with pleasure as my ejaculate pumped into his warm mouth. He gasped and began to cough, my cum spilled down his face and neck. He quickly recovered and swallowed what remained in his mouth.

"Wow" he said with a chuckle, "that was exciting.That was everything I hoped it would be.I loved every minute of it."

His cock was limp and he began to squeeze and pull on it. "I need to cum off myself now, I think you understand why." His dick quickly hardened beneath his manipulation and he began to shoot his load.

The car wreaked of semen and every one of the windows was completely fogged.We both laid back and slowly regained our composure.

" I need to go now." I said, "My wife will be getting worried."

I walked slowly back to my car. I started it and drove slowly home to my wife and children



Walking The Dog



Many years ago, when my children were young, a friend and I were talking about the women that dropped their children off at school and how approachable they were. After all we had something in common; our kids probably sat next to each other in class. As the drinks flowed during the conversation, the opportunities this presented us, in our fantasies of course, became ruder and more explicit. A poor bored lonely house wife / mum was ripe for smooth talking and who knows where that would lead to. Of course, this was a highly risky "pick up" as all the clichés such as "don't shit on your own doorstep" and so on give testimony too. We often referred back to this conversation over the years, where the women of our fantasies started to become known as Yummy Mummies or MILF's.

Now this was and is probably still true, but times move on and eventually children take themselves to school and the opportunities diminish. However, in a more mature environment, agewise, I have found another opportunity that arises in opening conversations with women, and I can affirm that it works even better than the school gate flirt. That is the women that walk their dogs.

Having taken voluntary redundancy, I became the house husband and part of my role was walking the dog. As anyone will testify that has a dog, if you do the same walk over a period of time you get to meet the same people and engage in conversation even if it's only "hello."

This is how I got to meet Tanya. 

I started to get into a routine walking the dog; same time and route most days. One day, a particularly foul day with strong winds and rain, I approached a gate with my dog at the same time as a lady walking towards me with her Labrador.

"Hello," I said opening the gate for her, "ladies first."

"Thanks," she replied. "Terrible day, only professional dog walkers out today," she added with a smile.

"Oh yes, anyone with any sense would be tucked up indoors sitting in front of the fire with a good book and a cup of coffee!"

"True!"

With that she walked off in one direction and I went in the opposite direction.

Over the next couple of weeks I met her about every other day, exchanging no more than a polite nod, a smile and "hello." I had started to take notice of her; noticed her nice trim figure, (when it wasn't hidden in a thick coat) her stunning blue eyes and shoulder length dark blonde hair. 

I didn't see her for the next two weeks and wondered where she was. Had she moved? Was she walking the dog at a different time? Was I mad, why was I caring?

Then, on another foul day, I saw her approaching me; dressed for the weather in a long wax jacket and hat, green boots and looking every inch the experienced dog walker. Come hail or shine, the dog would be walked.

"Hello," I said as we were within a yard of each other.

"Hi, she said, "Another of the professional only days," she laughed.

"Yea, you bet."

"I have just come back from two weeks in sunny Florida," she said looking up at me. "This is a real wake up call. We only got back yesterday. Picked the dog up from the kennels last night."

"God yes, some difference in weather. Did you have a good time?"

"It was Ok. Kids just wanted to do theme parks; husband didn't want to do anything!"

"Oh, that's a shame."

"Yes, but life continues. See you!"

And with that she was off.

The next day, we met again at the gate we met on our first meeting.

"Hello, how's the jet lag?" I asked.

She smiled, "its fine thanks, thankfully something I don't suffer from!"

"That's good, it absolutely kills me," I answered. "Especially as I get older."

"Oh, you poor old man," she said smiling at me.

"I'm Tanya by the way," she said raising her hand to invite me to shake it.

"William, or Will to my friends."

"Hi Will."

"Oh God!" I exclaimed as I looked down and saw our respective dogs playing and for all intense and purposes my female dog giving hers a good licking around his dick. "They always embarrass you don't they?"

"Yes," she laughed. "But I suppose it's only nature!"

I pulled my dog away, "Come here!" I said.

"Oh, he was probably enjoying that," Tanya smiled.

"Yes, he probably was, but let's not give him too much of a good thing!"

"Spoil sport!" 

"Come on Ben," she said, "that nasty man wants to stop your fun; maybe tomorrow if we meet him he may let you have some more fun!"

"See you Will,"

And off she walked, smiling as she went.

I didn't see Tanya the next day, but I did see her the following day and it was just a quick "Hi Will," "Hello Tanya." She gave the impression she didn't want to stop and chat and had something on her mind.

The next day, she was very willing to stop and chat. We stood talking for a good 5 minutes chatting about where we lived, our dogs and lots of nothingness.

"Do you know any other walks around here?" Tanya asked. "I get bored with this one."

"I do but it involves a short car drive to get there."

"That's Ok, I don't mind. Would you show me?"

I hesitated for a second.

"Or just tell me how to get there."

"No, it's OK, we could do it together, and it would be nice to do a different walk."

"Oh, yes definitely!" she replied smiling at me.

"What about tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sorry, can't do tomorrow, my bloody husband is working from home....and...well it would easier if I didn't have to explain. I know it's just a dog walk, don't get the wrong idea Will, but you know..."

"Yes," I nodded, trying to read any signals or mixed messages Tanya was giving me.

"But the day after would be great!"

"Then let's do it!"

"The dog walk?" she smiled suggestively. 

She was definitely teasing me. "Oh, Ok then," I sighed.

We agreed to meet at the car park at 10.00 and we would drive to the other walk I had suggested.

The walk was a 30 minute drive away and was in secluded woods. We drove to the woods and the conversation flowed, as it did throughout the walk.

As we put the dogs in the boot of my 4x4 Tanya looked at my dog, and said; "now you behave yourself in the back here. Don't want my old boy to have too much fun!"

I laughed; "Now it's your turn to stop his fun!"

Before I knew it, I was dropping her and her dog off at the car park.

"Thanks Will, that was great. Such a nice change and such fun. You really are great company, and our dogs seem to enjoy each other too."

"My pleasure Tanya, I enjoyed it too. We should do it again sometime."

"Oh yes please, that would be great."

And then I screwed up. I leant forward to try and give her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

She pulled away and looked at me with horror.

"No Will. No."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"That's Ok, but we are both married Will. Maybe this walk wasn't a good idea?"

"Sorry Tanya, I don't know what came over me. Please accept my apologies. It won't happen again."

"No it won't Will. Anyway I best be off. Thanks again."

She turned and quickly put her dog in her car and drove off.

I admonished myself for my misreading of the signals and went home.

I didn't see here for a number of days, but yet again, when I did it, was a wet and windy autumnal day.

"Hi Tanya, the professionals meet again!" I said with a forced smile.

Tanya looked at me, "Yes, and Will, I owe you an apology."

"Why?"

"I over reacted the other day. It wasn't as if you were trying to snog me!" she smiled

"No, but I was wrong. So I am still sorry."

"Ok, we are both sorry!" she laughed. "Now can we resume where we left off?"

"Being friends that walk dogs?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Ok, good with me," I said feeling much better about myself.

We quickly arranged to do another dog walk in the woods in a couple of days' time, meeting as before in the car park and driving to the woods.

The conversation was a little bit more stilted this time, Tanya seemingly deep in thought.

As we walked through the woods the clouds darkened and it was clear we would not complete the walk before heavens opened and we were going to get very wet! Thankfully we had dressed for the occasion, and as expected the rain soon started. It was so heavy we decided to take refuge within the depths of the wood hoping the worst of the weather would pass.

We sat down on a trunk and looked as our dogs ran around oblivious to the weather.

Our silence was broken by Tanya: "Will, why did you try and kiss me?"

"Well," I hesitated. "I so enjoyed your company on the walk, and thought we had gone beyond a handshake and thought a platonic kiss would be Ok."

After a while Tanya said. "I see. It's just that I was a bit shocked. I kiss my dad like that, I kiss my brother like that, but I don't think I have ever kissed another man like that for years."

"I see," was all I could think of saying.

"You must have been hurt?"

"I was a bit if I'm honest," I replied quietly.

"Sorry."

"No stop it Tanya, we have done all that."

"But I am, I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Well that's in the past, so let's forget it. Ok?"

"Ok!" she said smiling at me. "And thanks!"

"What for?"

"Liking me enough to want to kiss me. Not many people like me enough to want to kiss me. My kids just want me to cook and clean for them, my husband, well I don't know what he wants from me anymore. Probably the same. Cook for him, keep the house clean and be a trophy wife. Oh shit! Sorry Will, I am having a bad day."

"That's Ok, anything I can do?" I asked.

"No, but thanks. Meeting you for the dog walk has become the highlight of my day, and I thought I had blown it by my stupid reaction to an innocent gesture," Tanya continued.

She then started to gently cry. "I am sorry," she said trying to stop crying.

Impulsively I moved nearer her and put an arm around her and pulled her towards me. There was no resistance and she buried her head in my shoulder as she continued to sob. I looked at our dogs playing as she sat crying, almost uncontrollably now, with my arm around her, in the depths of a rain lashed wood. What a weird set of circumstances.

I felt her stiffen and pull her head away from my shoulder. I took my arm away from her. Wiping her eyes she said with a weak smile: "Well that was my silly moment of the day!"

I smiled. "That's Ok, we all have them."

"Well thanks for the shoulder, thankfully it was already wet before I added my contribution," she laughed.

"I think we ought to be going, the weather doesn't seem to be getting any better or worse and we can' stay here all day," I said standing up.

"That's a shame, it's so peaceful here," she said wistfully. "It's a shame it's heading to winter as we could have brought along a picnic and a bottle of wine and made an afternoon of it."

"That's true. Doesn't feel the same when we are in wax jackets and wellies as against shorts and tee shirts does it?"

As Tanya stood up she leant across and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Will, and I won't say sorry for the other day, but I am. Forgiven?"

"Of course you are you daft fool, on one condition."

"What's that?" she enquired

"This", as I leant forward and kissed her on the cheek.

Standing back, I smiled. "Ok?"

"Sort of, I was hoping for a proper kiss actually," she said quietly looking embarrassed and casting her eyes down at the ground.

"Oh," was the best I could muster.

With that she stepped towards me, threw her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. She opened her mouth and we were soon in the throes of a passionate kiss. Our tongues duelling as we moaned into each other's mouths, holding each other tightly as we were lost in each other's kiss.

I don't know how long we kissed, I do know it was most pleasurable and how very nice it was, but it was interrupted by the two things that brought us together; our dogs. They clearly saw they were no longer the centre of attention and their barking broke the spell. We broke off our embrace and laughed embarrassingly as we gathered our thoughts. We also soon saw what the dogs were barking at, not at us, but at another dog as a dog walker was seen on a distance path.

"Nearly caught in the act Will!" Tanya said with a smile.

"Yes, like two young lovers!"

"Come on; take me home Will, before we get caught or do something stupid."

We walked back towards the car and as we approached the car, Tanya held my hand and stopped. "I really enjoyed that kiss Will."

"So did I," I said as I pulled her into my arms and tried to kiss her again. 

Just as she started to respond to my probing tongue we heard the tell-tale sign of a car approach as the sound of tyres splashing through the puddles broke the moment.

"We are destined to get interrupted!" I sighed as we broke apart.

"Probably just as well Will, God knows where or what we'd end up doing. And to think I was upset with you for a chaste kiss on the cheek!"

The dogs were soon in the car and we threw our coats on the back seat and drove home. 

As we approached Tanya's car she sighed; "Will, I would love to invite you back for a coffee and to dry off but I have a feeling we both know what will happen. I have to be honest, as much as I loved the kissing and the feeling of being wanted, I am not sure I am able or ready to go to where we both know things could lead."

"I understand, maybe we should cool things off?"

"Do you want that?"

"No, but we are getting into dangerous territory. We are both married."

"I know, that's my point," Tanya said softly touching my arm.

"What do you want?" I asked as I stopped my car next to hers and turned the engine off.

"Oh God!" she sighed. "I don't know. "Part of me wants to go home on my own, cry my eyes out and then never see you again. Another part of me wants to take you home and go to bed with you and damn the consequences. Yet another says we are two mature people and could risk messing up two families and if we were to, you know, have an affair, we should think long and hard about it before we do anything we may regret."

"What I do know," I said as I found and held her hand "is that I don't want to not see you again. Even if it is just to say hello and know that we shouldn't and won't take things any further."

"Ok, lets both think about this Will, see you tomorrow?"

"You bet, wood walk?"

"Done!" she replied as she leant across and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

The next day was totally different to the previous day weather wise and we walked in idyllic autumnal sum. The drive and walk was much quieter than normal, save that when we walked through the woods we instinctively held hands as though it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

We approached the part of the walk where we dived for cover the previous day and sat on our upturned tree.

"So what decision have you made?" Tanya asked.

"Well," I sighed, "Can I tell you a secret that only one other person on this planet knows?"

"Go on, I am intrigued."

"Many years ago," I said, "I had an affair. Both of us knew that I would never leave my wife and she wouldn't leave her kids or husband. So from that point of view there was honesty from the outset."

"Go on."

"Well, after about a year, things kind of drew to a natural conclusion, but we did see each other a couple of years ago. Not to re kindle the affair, but just a dinner and both of us agreed that we had no regrets about our affair and our relationships with our spouse had actually improved."

"Interesting Will, so what do you think about us?"

"Well I think that I know we both know that if we keep seeing each other we will end up having an affair, but if we know that that will be a separate part of our lives and that we will not leave our spouses for each other we should be able to be mature about it."

"Wow, that's a lot to take on board Will."

"What was your decision Tanya?"

"To go to bed with you and to hell with the consequences!" she laughed.

"And this from the lady that wouldn't accept a kiss on the cheek?" I said smiling.

"Stop it!" she said flinging her arms around me and kissing me hard on the lips.

I responded and just as we had yesterday we were soon engrossed in a deep and passionate kiss, our tongues battling each other as we moaned our appreciation of each other.

We held each other tight and I felt her hands caress my back as we continued our kiss, lost in each other.

We broke the kiss to regain our breath as we held each other tight.

"We can't continue here Will!" Tanya said quietly.

"I know but I can't stand up at the moment!"

"Are you saying what I think your saying?" 

"What do you think?"

With that Tanya let go of our hug and moved away a bit and looked down at my crutch, my excitement clear to be seen by the bulge in my jeans. 

"Is this the time to say 'is that a truncheon in your pocket or are you pleased to see me'?" she said as she slowly moved her hand down and towards the bulge.

"Be careful!" I said as I felt her gently rub me through my jeans.

Looking around her, I then saw her search and find my zip. She looked at me as she slowly and carefully lowered the zip, before gently putting her hand inside and found what she was looking for. I jumped as I felt her cold but soft hand touch my hard dick.

"You are pleased to see me," she said as she tried within the confines of my jeans and boxers to stroke me. "Now if we were to lower these jeans we could maybe really have some fun Will."

"But what if we get caught!"

"We will look like two lovers having a cuddle, I am not saying we strip off, it's too cold anyway!"

Tanya was clearly taking the lead as she removed her hand and went to undo my belt and the clasp at the top of my jeans. "Just lower them a bit."

I did as she asked and then she came and put one arm around me and started to passionately kiss me as the other hand found my dick again. Without the jeans stopping her having free access she gently stroked its length, pulled the foreskin back to expose the head and rubbed a finger across it as she felt the wetness of my pre cum. The kiss got even more passionate as I held her tighter as her stroking of my dick made it harder and harder and I knew that I would not be able to last long.

I broke off the kiss, "Tanya, I won't last long!"

"I know, good!" was all she said as she resumed her kissing and stroking,

"Oh god!" I moaned as I felt the tingling start deep in my balls.

We held each other tighter as she stroked harder and faster and brought me off to the inevitable conclusion, expertly pulling away as I came to make sure I didn't get any cum on her as spurt after spurt of my hot spunk shot into the air between us.

"Ok?" she said as she carefully put my softening dick back inside my boxers.

"More than ok!" I sighed as I pulled up my jeans. 

"My turn now," I said as I pulled her towards me, kissing her hard on the lips as I probed her mouth with my tongue.

She broke the kiss, laughed and said; "I am more than ready, but here?"

"Well if it was good enough for me, why not you?"

"I know Will, but it's getting colder now, maybe we could use the car?"

"Ok" I laughed, "and look at them," I said pointing at the dogs sitting peacefully looking at us.

We got to the car and moved it away from the general car park to a secluded spot where we would hopefully not be interrupted.

We were soon kissing with the seats reclined and I was enjoying the feeling of my hands roaming over her clothes and feeling the passion in her kiss change as I concentrated on her breasts. I started to put my hand under her sweatshirt and then under her bra and felt her firm breast within the palm of my hand. We continued to kiss as I played with her hardening nipples.

I broke the kiss as I raised her sweatshirt and started to kiss and lick and bite her nipples. I let my hand drift down and over her stomach towards the claps and zip of her jeans. She helped me lower them and then urged me to explore lower as she opened her legs as much as she could with her jeans still on and the confines of the car.




Walking The Dog



I slowly put my hand down inside her knickers and felt her pubic hair as I continued exploring feeling the heat and then the wetness of her pussy.

"Oh yes!" she sighed as I let my finger gently enter her. I withdrew my finger a bit before re-entering her and sucking hard on her nipple at the same time.

"Yes, don't stop!" she cried as I started finger fucking her in earnest.

With my thumb I found her hardening clitoris and I gently rubbed that at the same time as I fingered her. Her moaning got loader and she grabbed my exploring hand and pushed it harder against her.

"That is so good, I am about to cum!" Tanya said as I continued my fingering, sucking and rubbing.

"Fuck yes!" she cried as I felt her whole body freeze and the orgasm consumed her to the core.

I stopped rubbing her clit and slowly withdrew my finger from her soaking wet pussy as I admired her regain her breath. She looked so lewd with her sweatshirt tucked up above her boobs, her jeans down but not off, her legs apart and her knickers soaked with her juices.

"Oh God Will!" she said as she sat up and hugged me." What have we started?"

"Second thoughts?"

"No," she replied, "not at all, but still a bit scared."

She rearranged her clothing and we were soon on our way back. Silence descended on the car as we were both in deep thought.

"Tomorrow?" I asked as we got to her car.

"I wish we could, but husband is working from home again," she sighed. "We could do our old dog walk though. Maybe make up for it the next day?"

And that we did. We met as two normal friends the next day while her husband was working from home.

The following day, I sneaked into her house. She made coffee which was left untouched as we were soon naked in each other's arms upstairs in her marital bed

We spent a long time kissing, stroking and caressing each other. I loved the way that her nipples hardened to my touch, first with my fingers and then my lips and tongue. Her back would arch as I bit hard on her nipple and my finger went through her pubic hair to her hot and wet slit between her legs.

I moved lower and licked her pussy lips, before putting my tongue as deep inside her as I could. I moved it higher and licked her hard clit that was showing how aroused she was as I fingered her. It was getting harder and she was getting wetter as she approached her climax, cumming hard and noisily, enjoying the fact she was no longer restricted by being in the confines of the car like before.

We continued to hold each other and caress each other as she climbed down from her orgasm. We were aware we had all day to enjoy each other, so there was no hurry, but Tanya soon moved and gently put my hard prick in her mouth. She licked me and sucked me as I enjoyed the oral stimulation, but it was getting to that critical stage. 

"Tanya, that is fantastic, but I want to make love to you, and as I am not as young as I used to be, my recovery is not what it was!"

Tanya stopped and smiled at me, continuing to hold my hard dick. "Maybe I should get a younger man!" she mocked.

She let go and said softly, "There are some condoms in the drawer, but God knows when they were last used!"

"I don't need them, I have had the snip, unless..."

"Oh good, I hate them, then make love to me, and do it now, and be selfish Will"

She lay on her back and opened her legs, I got on top of her and she guided my hardness into her as we kissed, deeply and hard. I started thrusting, Tanya meeting me and urging me on, holding me tight as the sensations of making love consumed us both.

I was so turned on and after her blow job I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on long.

"Oh Tanya, I am nearly there!" I cried out as I felt the tell-tale signs.

"Then cum, cum for me Will!" she said through gritted teeth, "I am nearly there too!"

With that, I couldn't hold on any longer and I pushed into her as far as I could and came, soliciting a cry from Tanya as she too came and held onto me so hard as the orgasm hit her, it nearly hurt!

I slowly withdrew and lay on my back beside her as we regained our breath.

We fell asleep and when we woke an hour or so later, despite her best intentions, she was unable to get a suitable response from me, but I managed to lick and finger her to another almighty climax.

The affair continued for about 6 months until her husband's job demanded they relocate to another part of the country.

We would sometimes just go for a walk where we first met. Sometimes we went to the woods, and probably once a week went to her house where we explored and enjoyed each other for an hour or so. 

Any regrets?

None at all. We enjoyed each other's company, had great sex and never threatened each other's marriages. Isn't that what it's all about?

And all that thanks to a dog walk!



Walking the Dog



This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.

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I was walking my dog slowly down the street on a calm winter evening just after the New Year. I remember because the weather was exceptionally nice. The night was clear and the air was cool, it was quiet, as we strolled along.

Suddenly...I was holding a rifle. Explosions were going off left and right. The sights of my rifle lined up on a soldier about thirty meters away. He was shooting in my general direction and bullets were whizzing past my head. In fright, I squeezed the trigger, the rifle kicked my shoulder, the soldiers head disappeared in a cloud of red haze. I shook my head to clear it of that image.

Standing up I rushed forward ten meters and flopped down on the ground behind a log. It was as if I did not have control of my body. Looking around, the men on either side of me were doing the same. Looking out over the landscape in front of me, I picked out an enemy target and lined him up in my sights. My finger squeezed the trigger. The enemy soldier fell, blood spurting, in an arc from his neck.

I yelled in pain as an enemy bullet slammed into my leg. The force of the bullet flipped me onto my back. I was screaming up at the dark grey clouds above me. A medic was by my side in an instant. He applied pressure to my wound.

"You're gonna be fine buddy, just relax," he said as he pressed on my leg.

I stumbled as the dog pulled on the lead. I shook my head to clear it of the daze. I looked around and saw I was back. Where I had went, I do not know. The dog tugged on her leash again. I took a step forward, then another and another. I stayed, the dog walking ahead of me.

As we walked, I thought about what I had done and where I had went. What I had done was not that amazing to me. I had been a warrior in the past and the two people I had killed were, I assume, enemy combatants, they were, had been, trying to kill me or those on my side of the conflict. 

I was lying in a hospital bed. I could see several IV bottles with clear plastic tubes running down to my left arm. There were nurses and doctors hustling this way and that, yelling orders or words of encouragement to each other. My vision was fuzzy and I had a headache. Suddenly there was a nurse by my side.

"Just relax soldier you're going to be fine," she said as she grabbed my wrist to take my pulse.

"Do I know you Ma'am?" I asked. She looked like someone I knew. She was short of stature, thin in a healthy way, long dark, curly hair pulled back to keep it out of her face. Her brown eyes set her pretty face off. When she smiled, my heart melted.

"I don't think so soldier. Now you just relax and I'll be back in a short while."

She turned and walked across the room to check on another patient. 

The dog pulling on the lead again jerked my arm. I was short of breath and my knees were weak. I squatted down where I was to think and clear my mind. Jaz, my dog, came over and started to lick my face. She must have sensed something was wrong.

Rising slowly, I started for home. Jaz followed, not bothering to stop and sniff at almost everything as she usually does. She could tell I was anxious and wanted to get home as quick as possible.

We were home and I disconnected the lead from her collar. She went running off to other parts of the house. I turned...I was lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. It was quiet. A soft glow was coming from the doorway to my room.

As I watched, a shadow filled the door. She walked in slowly and quietly. She came over to my bed and gently took my wrist in her hand. She smiled down at me when she realized I was awake. Once she finished taking my pulse, she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my upper arm.

I carefully watched her face as she watched the gauge on the cuff and listened to my blood flow through my arm. She was so familiar. Then she looked at me as she took the cuff off. Bam, I knew where I knew her from.

"Doctor Bajek?" Her eyes widened at my query. "Doctor Susan Bajek?" Her mouth opened in amazement.

"I don't know you soldier," she stated flatly.

"I know you, Susan. You are my doctor."

"I'm not a doctor...yet, and it's Captain Bajek, sergeant. Now keep your voice down or you'll wake the others. I'll be back in a minute, now keep quiet."

"No..." was all I could say, before she turned and went across the room to check on the other patients.

I rose up on my elbow and watched her afraid if I lost sight of her either she or I would be gone. She checked the other three soldiers in the room, all of whom were asleep. She then came back just as she said she would.

"How do you know my name...Sergeant? And why do you think I'm a doctor?"

"I know you in another life. A life where there is no war, where you have become a Doctor, where you care for me and my family, where you are married and have several children."

"Good lord, what kind of nonsense are you talking about soldier?"

"It's not nonsense. It's the truth. In another life, you are my doctor. What year is it here?"

"Year? It's nineteen-forty-two."

"Nineteen-forty-two? In my other life it's two-thousand-nine."

"Two-thousand-nine? Now I know you're a section eight soldier."

"No, no, I'm quite sane, I assure you. Quite sane."

"What's your name in two-thousand and nine?"

"John Abernathy. Why, what's my name here?"

"Let's see," Nurse Susan replied, picking up his chart, "Sergeant William Jennings, do you know him?"

"No, name doesn't ring a bell. However, like I said I have been transported or something to here and now in his body or not. Why? I don't have the slightest. But your name is Susan M. Bajek isn't it?" 

"Yes and I would still like to know how you know that?"

"I told you. In my time, you are my doctor. Do you know a John Abernathy?"

"No. And what do you do in your time Mister Abernathy?"

"Among other things I program computers. But I also study Time Dilation Theory."

"I'm not even going to ask what you're talking about. Now go to sleep, I have a lot to do before the end of my shift." 

I plopped back onto his bed as Susan left the ward. I lay there a long time, deep in thought before I finally fell asleep.





Walking the Dog



"Is this really you John Abernathy? Really you?"

"Yes Captain Bajek, it is me. I promise."

With that, her arms wrapped around my neck and our lips met for the first time. Her lips were as soft and warm as I remember. An explosion swept through my mind. Knowledge I didn't know I possessed burst into being. I now knew who I really was and where I belonged. Suzie and I kissed for a long, long time. My hands caressed her back, her shoulders, her arms. Her fingers mussed my hair as both our passion rose.

"Ahem..." Susan coughed.

Nurse Susan groaned and pulled back from our embrace. We both turned to Doctor Susan and smiled embarrassed. Nurse Susan turned walking to the living room. She stood waiting for us to follow. She sat on the divan and patted the cushion next to her. Susan took the chair across from us.

"Susan, sweetheart, I have a lot to tell you. And what I'm telling you not even John knows all of it as some of the things haven't happened to him yet."

"Okay. You know I like listening to your stories Aunt Suzie."

"Back during the war, you know which one I'm talking about, a soldier under my care started to call me Doctor Bajek. He started to tell me I was his doctor back where he had come from. Where he had come from was today. We never exchanged information except he knew you, when you would be born and which of my nieces would have you.

"After a while his coming and going caused me to do the stupidest and best thing in my entire life, I fell in love with this mystery man. Even though he told me he was in love with you."

I was shocked that she would tell Susan that. Susan was also shocked as she looked at me. I just smiled, embarrassed to be sitting there, as her aunt told her of my feeling for her. Yes, I did love her, but I also loved her aunt.

"John, you know I'm a married woman?"

"Yes, I do, is that supposed to keep me from feeling the way I do? It only keeps me from acting on those feelings. I also love your aunt."

Now it was Suzie's turn to look surprised and embarrassed. I turned to her, looking deep into her beautiful eyes.

"I have loved you from the time I stole that first kiss from you," I told her.

"John, I'm an old lady, what would you want with someone like me?"

"Susan, you are still the young nurse who was taking care of me, when I was there. I look at you and see a beautiful young vibrant woman. I look at your niece and I see you as you were back then, when it used to be I'd look at you and see her. Things have changed. I have changed. And that change was because of you. And besides, I'm not spring chicken."

"Oh my, I don't know what to say."

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

"Wait a minute," Susan said.

"Why?" her aunt asked.

"You just met."

"No, we met back in nineteen-forty-two," Suzie told her.

"No you didn't..."

"Yes we did," I chimed in.

"I'm really confused."

I rose, went to Susan's chair. I took her hands in mine and pulled her up. We stood facing each other. I looked into her eyes, searching. She was unflinching as my gaze intensified. I nodded, leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. A new knowledge burst in to my mind searing itself in my brain. She didn't jump or pull away. I closed my eyes and remembered. Pulling away from her, I opened my eyes.

"Well?" Suzie asked.

"Just like yours. Soft, warm and full of passion, she is you, you are her."

"Good. Susan, I want you to go home and open that envelope I gave you so long ago I bet you have forgotten. Read the letter I put in there. Then take the necklace and put it on."

"Why?"

"You will see when you put it on. Now go, I want to spend some time with John alone. I'll call a cab for him when we are finished. Now come here and give me a hug and kiss good-bye."

Susan walked to where her aunt now stood, waiting. They embraced and Susan gave her aunt a kiss on the cheek. Suzie grabbed her niece's face and gave her a hard kiss on the lips. After pulling back, she smiled and winked at her niece.

"I always wondered what it would be like to kiss myself," she teased as she hugged Susan again. Susan smiled with embarrassment. I walked her to the door.

"You better behave yourself," she scolded me.

"Susan, I promise I won't do anything to your aunt that I wouldn't do to you, if I could."

Her eyes widened with shock as I pressed my lips to hers and put my hand on her ass.

She jumped back pushing me away. She had a smile on her face as she turned pushing the door open and leaving. I went back into the living room. Suzie was standing just as I had left her, she was smiling as she looked at me. I took her in my arms and hugged her to me.

"It's time to go," she whispered in my ear.

"I know. Will she be happy?"

"Yes, even more so now."

"That's good, that's really good to hear."

"You did lover her?"

"Yes, just as much as I love you. Where's the transport?"

"We are standing in it, darling."

"Where to this time?"

"Future, I think. I want to see how my niece turns out."

"You just like watching yourself."

"So do you."

"No, I like watching you."

"Brace yourself."

A little used path led up to a slight depression in the ground. A lone mailbox stood at the curb. A red SUV turned left out of the dead end street and slowly drove away.



Walking the Dog



"Don't make me wait any longer Tommy…hurry…before I change my mind…fuck me…fuck me here…now…please."

I took my mouth from her nipple and looked directly at her face. Her eyes were wide open. A crazed, desperate and impatient expression proclaimed the urgency of her condition. If I didn't fulfill her body's demands, right now, I swear that she would have searched out Harry for some type of satisfaction. With our eyes locked onto each other, we used our hands to see. 

With her back pressed against the kitchen door, I reached down between her legs and pulled her panty aside once more. I felt her hands grope between my legs. Her left hand cupped my balls gently as the fingers of her right hand firmly wrapped around the shaft of my hard and throbbing cock. As my left hand held her panty out of the way, the fingers of my right hand spread the swollen lips of her cunt apart. Suddenly my fingers lost their grip, due partly to my excitement and to the abundant amount of slippery, lubricating juice that her cunt was producing. I fumbled with the opening of her cunt once more, pressing the lips of her cunt forcefully against her body. I squatted slightly to lower my body as she stood up on her toes. I then brought my hips towards her as she skillfully guided my cock to her waiting hole. As soon as the head of my cock reached its destination, I felt the soft, warm, and wet sensations of her appealing body. She closed her eyes slowly and bit her lower lip as the head of my cock easily slid inside of her. A soft, satisfied moan gently eased from her throat. As my cock sank deeper into her cunt, she released her grip from my shaft and put her hands around my neck.

I gradually let my cock slide into her cunt as far as it would go. Immense heat surrounded my cock as the potency of the furnace between her legs continued to build in strength. Unable to push my cock into her any further, I slowly drew my hips away from her, pulling my excited tool out of her cunt. Instantly I felt the muscles inside of her cunt contract, reluctant to feel my swollen cock leave. The further my cock exited, the stronger their clamping force became. When the entire length of the shaft of my cock had left her, leaving only the head of my cock in her hole, I pushed back inside of her once more. Again a long, drawn-out, satisfied moan communicated the pleasure she was feeling. A third, tantalizing stroke now made me aware that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I felt the sac holding my balls tighten and lift as the shaft of my cock expanded with even more blood. With my cock buried deep inside of her, I pushed against her body with all of my might, squeezing her body between myself and the door. I positioned my body carefully, placed my hands under her exquisite ass and rose up from my slightly squatted stance. With one fluid motion, I stood erect, lifting her feet off of the ground. The entire weight of her body now rested on the door, in my hands and on my hard cock. The rear portion of her panty stretched until it couldn't stretch any more, finally surrendering to the laws of physical things and shooting deeply into the crack of her ass. Her eyes flew open as her feet dangled in the air. Her shoes fell off of her feet with a clatter to the floor. A slight shift of my feet dropped her body down another inch, pushing my cock deeper yet into her. A wide smile now grew on her face as she understood my actions. Following my lead, she now swung her suspended legs up and onto my hips, interlocking them behind my back. Her hips tilted slightly, placing the head of my cock squarely onto her cervix. I repositioned my hands, placing them closer to the crack of her ass. Deliberately, I pulled her cheeks apart as I began to fuck my new, older friend in earnest. She held onto my neck tightly as she pushed her mouth onto mine once more. Louder and more passionate moans began to fill the air. The door began to creak as our combined weight stressed the wood that it was constructed of. I looked out the window of the door. Princess and Harry were both looking intently in our direction. I quickly turned my attention back to what I was doing. 

I started to pitch my hips back and forth, causing Jean's body to come away from the door ever so slightly with each backward movement. With every forward thrust, a resounding thud echoed from the door and throughout the entire house. Unaffected by our primal music, the older woman who was perched on my cock suddenly began to groan. She took her lips from mine and began to breath rhythmically and deeply through her mouth. Quickly, an every increasing, excited moan left her throat with every deep breath she took. Once again she held my head in her hands at looked intensely into my eyes. I thought that she wanted to speak, but she said nothing. Her lips moved, but words failed to flow. Suddenly her eyelids began to blink and then flutter rapidly as her orgasm started to track its way through her body. I felt her feet begin to vibrate as she held them tightly around my waist. The muscles of her calves tightened, followed by a quivering in her fleshy thighs. She closed her eyes as her head began to sway to the left and right as an orgasm pierced through the core of her body. Her cunt clamped down tightly on my cock as her body produced its own electricity. Her fingers dug into my back as her hips convulsed with pleasure.

Following her lead, I pushed my crotch into hers as hard as I could, pinning her against the door with force. As her hips trembled, their motion caused the lips of her cunt to spread apart even further. Her clit was now totally exposed and subject to uninhibited stimulation by the unyielding bone of my pelvis. I felt myself begin to loose control of the muscles stopping my orgasm as Jean's shuddering form dangled on my cock. I looked out of the window once more. Harry was hammering Princess again and again. I looked back at the homemaker in my arms and saw on her face the enormous feelings of gratifying agitation she was being subjected to. An unexpected squeal and groan that burst forth from her throat pushed me over the edge. My hips instantly reacted to her vocalized excitement. The door shook as once more I thrust my cock deep inside of her cunt. I closed my eyes as I seemingly felt the head of my cock swell, preparing to position a load of my cum inside the cunt of the older woman with me. I felt my balls contract as a thick consignment of hot, syrupy cum made its way out of my cock. Barely milliseconds elapsed as the muscles in the shaft of my cock contracted, transporting my gift into the mother of three. She stifled a scream as she felt cum rocket out of my cock and slam into the back of her cunt in seemingly inexhaustible amounts. It felt as if each succeeding spasm sent the maximum load of cum that my balls could produce into her warm and welcoming cunt. 

It was 10:30 in the morning, and in this once average, run of the mill, suburban dwelling, instead of the hearing the high-pitched screams of children at play or the arguing voices of an unhappily married, middle-aged couple, the sounds of uncontainable moans and groans from two copulating lovers, along with the thunderous reverberations of the back door now resonated within its four walls. 

Finally, exhaustion made my body bring an end to my efforts. When I opened my eyes, I saw the limp body of Jean dangling in front of me. Her arms rested loosely over my shoulders. Her head was tilted back and resting on the door's window. Her eyes were still closed. Her nostrils flared as long, slow breaths of air entered and exited through her nose. Her legs were no longer wrapped around my waist. Her stout and sturdy supports hung lifelessly from her waist, her toes listlessly attempting to touch the kitchen floor. Again, I gazed out of the window. Harry and Princess were lying under a tree. Their eyes were closed as they both panted with exhaustion.

With Jean's body still hanging from my cock, much like the gored victim of a rampaging bull, I gently attempted to lower her form to the floor. As her feet finally reached the floor, I continued to support her weight by keeping my hard cock inside of her cunt. More than a minute passed before her legs were able to keep her upright without my help. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled and leaned forward to give me a kiss. As I tried to respond to her affection, she suddenly grabbed my shoulders with her hands. She pushed my upper body back and looked at me with all of a sudden shock and surprise. She instantly looked down and gasped when she saw that we were attached at the crotch like a pair of Siamese twins. She pushed me away some more and squealed when she saw that my hard cock was inside of her cunt. She looked back at me again with a look that now bordered on hysterical.

"Oh God," she whispered with an unbelieving tone. "What have I done?"

I didn't know what to do. I was totally taken aback by her reactions.

"What have we done?" she said as she continued to push me away, causing my cock to finally slip out of her cunt.

"Oh God…Oh no…Oh God."

She looked at me with panic in her eyes and then looked down between my legs. My hard cock was pointing at her cunt, still throbbing with every beat of my heart. Veins and arteries bulged as its shaft glistened with the remnants of her vaginal fluids. A white drop of cum filled the hole at the tip of my cock.

Jean quickly brought both of her hands to her mouth to stifle a scream. Her eyes were as big as Harry's when he wants to eat something that he shouldn't.

"Jesus Christ!" she said as she still looked at my swollen, red cock.

She then shot a look of disbelief at my face.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Jean?" I said, trying to hide the panic that I now felt.

"Oh God. What have we done? What have "I" done?"

She tilted her head and looked down between her legs. Wet and matted pubic hairs, decorated by a few entwined drops of cum, were evidence of what had happened. The swollen and separated lips of her cunt only added to the condemning facts.

"Oh no…Oh God…What did I do?…Jesus Christ…What am I going to do?…What if my husband finds out?…What am I going to say to him?…This wasn't supposed to happen…We were only going to talk…Have some coffee…not…fuck…Oh God…Jesus Christ…"

She was now pacing like a crazy woman, locked up in a padded room. I could tell that she was thinking, trying to resolve the problem she assumed that she was in. With my pants still down around my ankles, I turned with slight shuffling movements of my feet to follow her travels. She suddenly stopped and looked at me. Her expression was still somewhat vacant as new thoughts still filled her brain and as she talked in my general direction. 

"You have to go…You have to go now…Oh God…What have I done?… You have to go Tommy…Don't forget Harry…Jesus Christ…Don't say anything to anyone… Please… Don't tell anyone that we fucked standing up in the kitchen…Oh Jesus…Don't tell anyone that you came in me…I have to take a shower…Don't forget Harry…He's in back with Princess…I have to wash my clothes…Oh God…Don't forget Harry Tommy."

Now I felt guilty. I felt as if I might have ruined this woman's entire life in just a couple of minutes. As I stood there with my pants still around my ankles, she looked at me and then at my cock once more.

"Oh my God," she said as she turned to leave the room. 

I stared at her form as she walked away. Her panty was still wedged deeply into her ass. Her round cheeks bounced with each step she took; numerous dimples of cellulite decorated her rump. Bright red spots at the top of each cheek revealed the area of her ass that was pressed against the kitchen door when I fucked her. I watched her until she was gone, not really wanting her to leave, but afraid that if she stayed she might have really lost it. Suddenly, she came back into my view, stopping to stare at a mirror that was hanging on the living room wall, next to the front door. In the glass was the reflected image of herself. She gazed with a mystified look on her face as her fingers touched the torn pieces of her shirt. She leaned closer to the source of her echoed image, staring intently at something that caught her eye. I watched as her fingers left her tattered blouse and began to touch her significantly misplaced bra and distorted breasts. Gawking only at the image in the mirror, she cupped her hands under each tit and lightly supported their weight. Next, she gingerly touched each hard nipple with her index fingers. She pushed both of them in slowly and then watched as they rebounded and maintained their perky stance upon her tits. I swear that I saw I slight smile grace her face. And then, she turned away from the mirror and out of my view again.

"Wow. Jesus Christ," I heard her say softly. 

As I bent down in an attempt to pull my pants up, I was surprised to see the mother of the house again, walking quickly to reenter the kitchen area. She still seemed as confused as when she had left. Her blouse was still hanging loosely on her shoulders. Her bra was still pulled up over her tits. Her nipples still pointed toward the ceiling. She seemed to not notice me until she was almost on top of me. She looked at my eyes and then down between my legs, just as she had done before. My cock had lost some of its rigid form, but it was still long and thick from the excess blood that had failed to empty from it.

"God," she said, although this time I thought that I sensed a slight indication of appreciation for the size and performance of my cock.

"I forgot my skirt."

I made an uncoordinated attempted to reach for her skirt, nearly taking a header as my trouser-entangled ankles held me prisoner.

"I'll get it," she said as she glided past me. 

Again I shuffled my feet to watch her movement. The smell of her perfume and body powder wafted through the air once more. I scrutinized her body as she squatted down to retrieve her skirt. She spread her knees apart and reached between them to pick up her clothing. Even from where I stood, I could see a large, dark area of discoloration on her white panty. Clutching her skirt in her right hand, Jean stood up with little effort. She turned and looked between my legs once more.

"Jesus Christ," she whispered.

She took a couple of steps and then stopped suddenly with an expression of disgust on her face.

"Oh no," she said with repulsion in her voice.

I couldn't do anything but watch as she looked down between her ample thighs. Throwing her skirt over her shoulder, she spread her feet and reached between her legs with her hands, grabbing her thighs and pulling those adequately padded cushions apart. Instantly I spied what had made her act as she had. A generous amount of thick, white cum was dripping down the inside portion of her left leg. She spread her legs wider to see that most of the cum that I had deposited into her cunt a few minutes ago had oozed out of her hole and into her panty. When she had squatted to pick up her skirt, the muscles of her cunt relaxed, allowing a deluge of fluid to escape. A large drop of our sticky, slimy concoction had filtered through her panty and now hung down from the cotton material.

"Jesus Christ…Jesus Christ."

She took her skirt and wiped the gross mass from between her legs.

"God damn it," she whispered. "Jesus Christ."

She seemed to be in a world of her own. I was standing next to her, but I could have been a million miles away. She turned without looking at me and began to walk out of the room again, only this time her gate was much different. She strode with her legs spread awkwardly apart, now totally aware of the uncomfortable feeling between them. She ambled like an infant with a load of shit in its diaper. The backside of her panty was still wedged deeply and tightly into the crack of her ass. Incredibly, the dimples on her cheeks appeared to be very sexy to me.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered to herself. "What am I going to do now?"

She stopped, turned and looked at me once more. She then looked somewhat amazingly at the organ which hung down from between my legs.

"God," she said, shaking her head, seemingly astounded by what we had done.

She turned and then disappeared through the door. A few seconds later I heard her carefully ascend the stairs that led to the second floor, one step at a time. Subsequently, I heard the sound of running water as she prepared to wash her body. As I stood in her kitchen with my cock still dangling, uncovered for all the world to see, panic hit me the way it had hit the older woman who was now bathing upstairs. What would I do if someone came home and found me standing there with my pants around my ankles? A shot of adrenaline suddenly set me into motion. I pulled my pants up and did my zipper. I had no time to search for the button that had been ripped off by Jean. I opened the door to the backyard with quite a bang. Harry and Princess jumped up from their peaceful rest and barked as I picked up Harry's leash and called him to the door. I tethered him in seconds. As silently and as quickly as I could move the two of us through the house, I headed for the front door, and freedom. 

As my right hand gripped the doorknob, I heard Jean call out to me from the top of the stairs. I hadn't noticed that the water of her shower had stopped running. Instinctively, I turned and looked at the older woman talking to me. She stood at the landing of the second floor, her mature body unclothed for my eyes to see. She used the towel that she held in her hands to dry her hair, not to cover her inviting breasts or tempting cunt. She smiled pleasantly as her tits jostled with the movements of her arms. I stood frozen, waiting to hear what she had to say. That was the least I could do before I fled from her house like a thief in the night.

"Going somewhere Tommy?"

To say that her change in attitude was surprising would be an understatement.

"I think I better go. You seemed…upset." 

"Oh. I've calmed down now. Are you sure you don't want to stay longer?"

"No. I gotta' go."

"Okay sweety. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Huh? What about your husband…and everything else?"

She waved her hand in the air as if she was swatting an annoying fly.

"The hell with him, and the rest of my worries. I've got a life to live, and right now, I want to live some of it enjoying you. See you tomorrow?" 

I said what I knew I truly wanted to say. There was no sense in kidding myself.

"You bet. How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Great. We'll be waiting."

"Fantastic. See you tomorrow."