0 comments/ 9202 views/ 0 favorites Walking the Dogs By: Walking the Dogs Almost unconsciously her hands cupped smooth milk-white breasts topped with their delightfully pink and semi-erect nipples in the centre of a sea of mid-brown aureole. Her body had taken charge now, knowing that she would not sleep until something was done about the lust boiling away inside. Christine felt rather than heard the soft moan that came from her lips as she gently caressed and pinched erect nipples into hard sensitive spikes that sent fresh messages directly to her pussy. Slowly her right hand moved caressingly down her body, across her belly to the light bush above the 'V' that led straight to her most secret of parts, where already thick and swollen pudenda announced her absolute readiness for unadulterated sex. Another moan escaped from between her lips, now she was ready, her mouth dry, tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth as questing fingers found their target, the protruding clit. For the first time in a few weeks Christine was horny and thinking of Paul powering into her pussy. Images of his naked body with a hard proud cock flashed in and out of her consciousness as she began to work her clit, scooping the wetness onto it to make it more responsive. Fingers flashed at lightning speed across her clit as she got into the rhythm to draw herself closer to a fast approaching orgasm. In her mind she felt the hard length of Paul as he entered her, thrusting deeply into a pussy badly in need of a male cock. She hardly realised that she was speaking in a loud voice, as she encouraged her imaginary Paul to thrust hard and deep, to fuck her like never before, crying out his name as the first wave of orgasm had burst upon her like a tsunami. Next door, Paul who had been reading smiled as he heard Christine climax, tonight he would give her what she wanted most, and tonight he would make love to the lovely lady next door. As these and related thoughts ran through his mind he realised that his cock had grown hard inside his tight jeans and drawing down the zip allowed it the freedom it craved. Standing up Paul shucked both jeans and boxers to leave a rather handsome eight inches of throbbing cock projecting horizontally from his abdomen. Laying on the bed he gently stroked his organ trying to imagine what Christine might look like naked. The clothes she wore hid her natural beauty but did not quite conceal the fact that she had rather big and succulent breasts that he longed to see and fondle. He imagined suckling on her hard nipples, gently biting on them until feeling her pussy and tasting its liqueur before entering to feel its soft accommodating warmth. Paul's enthusiasm for her body ran riot as he stroked his cock faster and faster, gathering speed toward his orgasm, a bead of pre-cumm formed on the tip that he quickly removed with a finger, popping it in his mouth to taste of himself. This galvanised his action and already flying fingers became a blur as he felt the imminence of a climax. The fat cock became even fatter, swelling as the thick vein filled with hot cumm and before he knew what was happening, the climax was upon him. Quickly putting out a hand he managed to catch the sperm as it erupted from the eye of the snake to quickly fill his cupped hand. He had not realised it but when cumming he had called out Christine's name, making her understand that he too had enjoyed thoughts of her. Hearing her name being called in anguish Christine knew what had passed and smiled solicitously, glad that she had the same affect on Paul and knowing that this break away from work would be something to remember and perhaps tonight she would get lucky and laid. With these thoughts she had drifted off into a relaxing nap only to be awoken by the insistent ringing of the telephone in her right ear. "Hello," she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Sorry to wake you Christine, but I'm going down for dinner in about a half hour, wondered if you'd care to join me?" "I would love to," she replied, coming instantly wide awake, "sorry Paul I was napping, give me time to get a quick shower and I'll be right with you, half an hour you said, okay, I'll be ready." She was waffling and had known it, but the delight of having dinner with him was a dream coming true. The sound of him climaxing sprang into her mind readily, a wide grin spreading across her face as she cradled the phone. Gleefully she climbed off the bed, and a half-hour later was just putting the finishing touches to her make-up as Paul knocked the door. "You look lovely," he remarked, "good enough to eat," he continued, shall we go down to the dining room? I do believe I am hungry enough to eat for two." Taking his proffered arm she allowed him to steer her towards the lift, thinking that she had hoped he would find her good enough to eat, a playful smile lurking behind her eyes. The dining room had been larger than she expected, but they found a reasonably private table tucked into a corner with a view out toward the airport where they were able to watch the planes taking off. The waiter brought the menu's explaining that that the meal would be paid for by the Airline, but if they wanted anything from the a la carte they would be billed for the difference and also the wine. Paul chose a Chilean Merlot and waited for the wine waiter to bring it and pour the taster. He made no elaborate show, merely sniffing the bouquet and tasting. Nodding he gave the go-ahead to pour and buried his head in the menu to finally opt for the roast duck, Christine naturally agreed to have the same as it made things easier that way. During the meal they talked and talked about one another and gradually Paul had realised that she suffered from low self-esteem and constantly reminded her that she was indeed a beautiful woman, especially when she smiled. This had made her purr, notwithstanding her secret desire to have him make love with her; it really was good to hear someone praising her virtues. At one point he had broken a rose from the two in the small vase at their table, threading it into her hair before kissing her on the forehead. Christine melted inside, she was his, and he only had to say the word. When the meal was finished they had talked for a while, lingering over the coffee, neither wanting to end the magic of the evening. With the restaurant now drawing towards closing time and customers emptying from the dining room they had finally got up to leave. Once in the lift Paul had surprised her, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her for the first time. Breaking the all too short kiss as the lift came to a standstill he had invited her to his room for a nightcap, Christine had been delirious, stammering her acceptance. There were two small bottles of wine in the mini-bar that they shared, Paul sitting on the bed and she using the only relatively comfortable chair in the room. "Come, sit by me," he had said softly, "I won't bite, only if you want me to." The smile on his face was so inviting and there being nothing that she wanted more she rose from the chair and taking her glass had sat beside him. Although the bed was over six feet in length she sat close to him so that thighs were touching, an electric current surging between them, the room becoming charged with sexual electricity. Taking her glass he set it down on the side table putting one arm around her waist pulling her really close to him. Her heart had pounded as once more his lips found hers in an open-mouthed kiss, tongues performing the dance of lust as passions were aroused. His free hand had softly stroked her cheek and hair before he let it trail down to cover her breast. She sighed against his mouth...the nipple becoming erect in the confines of her bra and her pussy spurted in celebration, tonight she would know the touch and feel of a man once again as she held him tightly to her. Gently he had laid her back on the bed busying himself with the fastenings of her blouse, when open he swiftly removed it to unclip the confining bra, his face inches away from her own, she could feel his hot breath on her skin. As Christine recalled how swiftly things had progressed that night she felt herself becoming hot and unwittingly her hand had found its way down to the now hot and wet spot between her thighs as Paul slept soundly next to her. She discovered that her pussy had become extremely wet and that her clit was also poking out from under its hood. Thoughts of Paul always did this to her, and now, as she gently stimulated her clit Christine realised that she was using her memories of that night for a little masturbation. The sexual events of the day had made her extremely horny, but she had no desire to awaken Paul from his deep sleep. Slowly two fingers circled her clit making her shudder with expectation as she remembered how easily he had slipped inside her welcoming pussy. Re-living the feel of his thrust took her to the brink and with a stifled moan she went over the edge, arching her back slightly as the orgasm tore through her. Licking the cumm from her fingers, Christine knew that she would be able to sleep now and turning on her side buried her face in the pillow.