Her neighbors asked her to watch Charley again.
She had picked Charley up earlier that day and left him at home to go to work. Now, she was on her way home from work early. He was coming back today and she had a surprise for him. So, now she was driving her car, and her mind was racing with ideas about playing and being wild. She is a petite, really lovely, blonde... blue-eyed woman, with a girl next-door face. She is wearing a pearlized, lavender silk blouse and black skirt, riding high on her thighs. Her panty hose, shoes, and underwear are black.
Before leaving work, she had gone into the Ladies Room and used her nail file to open the seam of her hose that ran down, over her mound. She now has this opening split, and spread wide so she can rub her whining, very intense, pink vibrator up and down her panty covered lips. Her legs are spread and she is reaching with one leg to hold a steady foot on the gas. She is sitting very high so she can really watch traffic. But all else is the growing, pleasure intensity feeling that her vibrator is doing to her pussy.
A good spasm makes her crotch flex up and down a big one. She holds and then fucks up again twice on that little, vibrating plaything. Her mouth has drifted open. She sees where she is going, but her eyes are glazed. She begins to make these breathy, little moans, and fucking in earnest, flexing her waist up and down in a slow, sexy roll! She comes to a clear traffic area. So she relaxes and fucks, moaning out loud. The spasms are coming steadily now, becoming more irresistible.
She could cum right now! It feels so good! Oh but, she doesn't want to cum yet. She wants it to torture her! She wants sweet agony! So, she eases a little, not letting herself far down. Perfectly in control of her vibrator, she knows how to fuck it just right to get off a really good one when she's ready, when she can't stay in control.
She begins to think about him. She had never thought their lovemaking could become so much more intense. But living together had done that. They had moved in together and grown even more intimate and extreme in expressing their pleasure. They had done many things that they did not discuss with others. Like partners, competing for ideas, and teaming on fantasies, they achieved a hot, intense, confident love. They could go anywhere, counting on each other. And so, they did everything!
Thinking about him made her think about her dog. And, this thought stimulated such a sudden spasm that she flexed her hips up and wide automatically, legs spread, fucking that thing! Her whole body clenched with this spasm! A bleating cry issued from behind her clenched teeth!
Still, she didn't let go all the way! So close, her Cumming had been so close; but she still wanted more! She hadn't lost control! Holding the wheel with one hand, she set her vibrator down and reached into her crotch with her fingers to rub up and down over her pantied mound. Then she slid under to feel her very wetness and softness. Oh, her little pussy felt good! Alive with pleasure feeling, it felt wonderful to touch and pull, and every sensational stroke made it wet itself more! It was so drippy!
She used her hand to work her little skirt up higher on her hips, to make it easier to spread her legs. She worked her little panty to one side so her lips would be bare, and then reached again for her vibrator. With a good look around for traffic, she spread her legs wide and held that whiny, copper-nippled tip to her bare, sensitive sex. She closed her eyes, and her head rolled back sharply as the first touch hit her and caused a stunning spasm. The pleasure was intense with a slightly painful edge. As the pleasure increased, so did the pain until she was forced to let go. Then, each time she started fucking it again the pleasure would race along a little faster than the pain, seducing her to hold it, hold it!!
She was withstanding increasingly greater pleasure/pain! She knew what would happen. She knew that she would lose control and cum, holding it to her clitty, even though painful because she would be cumming all over her car seat!! And, the pain would be part of the pleasure! She had one final, conscious look at traffic, and then let go with her orgasm!
Charley was waiting by the door when she got home; he barked happily when he heard her key in the door. She told him to "Sit" and to "Stay" while she put her things down. As soon as she was clear, she squatted down to his level to pet him and tell him what a good boy he was. His nose crinkled as he sniffed her and she knew that he could smell her sex scents from playing on the way home. He followed her into the bedroom and watched while she stripped out of her clothes. She smiled to herself imagining him thinking about her THAT WAY when he saw her get undressed.
She put on a white tank top that she could wear without a bra and a white cotton thong, and looked at herself in the mirror. She had spent a lot of time out in the sun. But, she didn't tan brown, but took on the reddish blush color of a ripe peach, accented with soft, brown freckles. Her white panties and top made a lovely contrast. Her outfit was completed with a pair of denim short-shorts, little, white cotton socks, and her sneakers. Time to take Charley for a walk and some outside playtime.
She hooked his leash to his collar and they began to trot easily down the block. They had done this run before and moved in tandem very well. At the end of a couple of blocks they came to a wide street, and waited for traffic to ease so they could cross over. Here was a large field of several acres. She stopped at the sidewalk and watched Charley jump over the fence to run through this field.
Here, he let loose completely, reverting to puppy, and ran as fast as he could in frantic, happy, ever-widening circles. Every now and again, she would call him, or whistle. Each time she did, he would stop cold and look up to get a bearing on where she was, looking to see if he had to come back.
Each time, she waved him away, and he would careen happily off. While he was running around, she was running sprints of about 100 yards up and down the asphalt sidewalk, stopping periodically to link with Charley. The next time she called him, she waved him in and he came running to her.
He was hot and sweating, and carrying a few burrs. He was a big, muscular dog, about as big as her. He was a real nice looking dog, energetic, obedient, and happy. His tongue was hanging out wetly and he was breathing heavily, cooling down, and catching his wind. She loved this dog and really petted him and told him what a good dog he was; and he licked her faced and neck, licked her again and again. It reminded her of her plans, and she clipped on his leash.
They had both cooled off with the walk home. In the door, she reached for his brush, and took him in the kitchen. She told him to lie down on the cool floor, and he did. Then she thoroughly brushed him on one side, and then getting him to roll over so she could brush him on the other. In the process, she took out all his burrs and undercoat. She cooed to him telling him how cool this would help him to be. Whenever he would squirm, she would order him to be still, and make him obey her; and he would.
When she finished this chore, she looked at Charley a long time, and wondered if he knew what she was thinking. She decided he didn't. But, she knew that her man would be around soon, so it was time to get started. She wanted him to find her doing it.
The dog followed her into the bedroom again. "Charley? Do you know what I'm thinking? Hhhmm?" She went to her closet and took out a short, folding chair. As she unfolded it, the dog became very alert. She watched him stare at her as she began to take her shoes and shorts off. He whined once, and then again, trotting back and forth, sniffing the air for that special scent.
She told him to "SIT", immediately in front of her, and to "STAY"! She gave these commands in a big way. But he was a big dog, and that's part of what she liked about this. He didn't want to stay, but it's what he had to do. He whined a protest and then sat and stayed like he was told, not taking his eyes off of her.
She pushed her shorts slowly over the lovely curve of her derriere, wiggling, wagging her sex and teasing the beast, but leaving on her little cotton thong for a bit more teasing.
She sat in the chair. The seat came to just a few inches off the ground. She lifted her knees back, spreading widely, and hooked her legs over the little arms of the chair. The dog looked very unhappy, and wanted to be released. But he sat, looking at her, and he began to drool.
She loved that as she reached her fingers to her panty-covered crotch, rubbing softly on the outside. She loved stimulating him, and being in control. Her lips were still puffy from her earlier cum, and she was ready to go again. She pushed her fingertips under her panty panel and began to rub up and down, and it felt so good. As she did this, her head began to drift slowly, from side to side, and her eyes grew hooded with passion-heavy lids. Her sexy wetness began to leak from her. She used it to rub her lips, which made them respond even more to her caresses.
The more the fresh scent of her pervaded the room, the more Charley groaned and exerted himself to sit still. But he couldn't keep his drool from dripping in a long, slow stream from his mouth to the floor. When she saw this, it caused her to spasm and clench, and she felt a stream issue from her pussy and drip down.
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