Naked With Her Dog by John Biggs


Chapter 1


"Come on, Duke!" Janey yelled, taking off across a wide grassy block of
parkland. The dog scampered after her and soon caught up and passed her
with his long surging leaps. She put on a new burst of speed but stopped
soon and just walked and watched as the dog horned in on some other dogs
being walked by their masters near the end of the block. She'd had Duke
since he was a puppy, and now he had reached his mature form. As she put
it, humorously to friends, Duke was now in the full bloom of his young
manhood. He was a good-looking Great Dane with a flawless tawny coat and
good bone structure. He looked noble and handsome, and when he and Janey
were outside like this, he, seemed to smile at her, and laugh as they
played. His long big-toothed mouth open, his long pink tongue hanging
out as he panted through the pleasant exertions of their play. Some of
her friends thought Janey should enter him in dog shows, but so far she
could see no good in the idea. Why put him in a competitive situation
where his behaviour would have to be restricted through training to
conform to the rules. Anyone could see his beauty and that was enough
for her.

Now as she approached the place where he'd stopped and was attentively
checking the odour of the other dogs as they checked him, she wondered
about this practice dogs had of sniffing each others' crotches. You'd
hardly think that was the first place strangers would touch when they
first met. Yet it told the dogs something about each other. It was
simple and bestial. Lusty and yet not lustful. It was innocent. Imagine
two people meeting and sniffing each other, even on the neck. Dogs
operated with their noses on a low level. From a distance there was
something invigorating about it.

She came up to where the dogs were frisking and parleying and put a
possessive hand on Duke's collar. The owner of the other dogs turned out
to be just one person, a big jolly old fat lady whose pumpkin cheeked
face was split by a big smile. "Is he yours?" she asked Janey, who
nodded. "Quite a beautiful dog. I've seen him in this park before, from
a distance. Danes always do." Janey nodded and thanked the lady.

Then she excused herself: she and Duke had been out for a while and now
she wanted to go back and make supper. They waved goodbye.

Janey and Duke ran back toward the other end of the park. He began
making wide arcs and circles around her as she slowed to a walk, the
leash dangling beside her. Actually he excited as much attention as
Duke, for she was a good-looking blonde in her early twenties with a
fine, slim well-developed figure. She was wearing light blue slacks and
a furry white sweater. Her high full hips made her walk especially
alluring, and from time to time she felt the eyes of distant men
focusing on her body. It was nothing new, and I didn't bother her. There
were times, when she was looking for a man, that she would accentuate
her slow sensual movement. Nowadays she had regular boyfriend who
satisfied her well. Rodney, an electrician, a strong young man, a good
guy. She'd been with him more than two months, and their feelings for
each other were a deep and strong as any they'd ever known. He was a
good companion, too. He liked to go dancing with her, take her to
certain shows and exhibits, go hiking, and picnicking and swimming. He
also liked to watch sporting events on TV and drink beer, and bull-shit,
too, that wasn't bad, and his friends never got obnoxious. But more
important than anything, she guessed, was the fact that he was the first
man in a long time who'd been able to satisfy her sexually in what
looked like a long-term way.


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