Chapter 49

After seating themselves, a waitress appears. “Sir, we generally don’t allow dogs in our restaurant,” she says, shooting a glare at Sandy. “Unless she is some kind of service animal, she can’t be in here.”

Alan grins. Technically Sandy is a service animal, she services me. He wishes he could tell this woman that the dog is more than just a service animal, but that would get them both tossed out and they would have to find somewhere else to eat. “I’m under doctor’s orders to take a trip. I have a condition where I cannot be alone, and Sandy here is my companion.”

The waitress smiles at him. “My cousin’s the same way. She can’t go anywhere without her dog. She used to not be like that, but one day she just suddenly couldn’t leave the dern house. Mama bought old Spruce for her, and now she goes everywhere.” She flinches and grimaces. “Sorry, I just get to talking and well ... my name’s Jill. Sandy is welcome here. What can I get’cha this morning?”

“Sandy likes blueberry pancakes,” Alan says, looking up at Jill with a hopeful look. When the woman nods, he continues. “I’ll take a coffee and an omelet.”

They don’t have any more trouble. They eat, and Sandy doesn’t make a mess. She actually eats rather sophistically for a dog. As they are finishing up, Alan looks at his animal lover and asks, “Do you think we’ve eaten enough to go have a little hike?”

Sandy whines, rather than outright bark her acknowledgement. Alan has become quite familiar with the difference in her whines and whimpers.

“How about fun before the hike when we get back to the room?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at her.

Sandy again whines in the same tone.

Alan chuckles. “Damn Sandy, what have you done to me?” He pulls out enough money to pay for the meal and then a bit extra as a tip for Jill’s understanding and the mess. Normally, Alan would have tried to get her to go back to the room with him, and would probably be successful, but the man is through with women. Plus, he has the love of his life with him.

The little retreat complex is just down the road from the restaurant and directly across a large forest with a variety of hiking trails for visitors of the retreat. No sooner are they inside the door is Sandy up on her hind legs, her forepaws on the man’s chest and their mouths and tongue battling hungrily for supremacy.

Alan moves along, dragging his dog into the greater room with him. Sandy whimpers and whines. The man impatiently gropes every part of her that he can reach. He moves down her body to her heavenly set of breasts, sucking and licking from one nipple to another. She grips his head with her paws. His hands move to her thighs and a finger slips into her. The man’s finger is instantly covered by her wetness. He strokes at her inner clit while his tongue continues to focus of her various nipples. Held tight by her forepaws, Alan continues his pressure on her inner clit, rubbing it until her body trembles. He continues teasing her, bringing his pet to several more orgasms before holding her close until her breathing returns to normal.

Sandy whimpers, causing the man to raise his head. “Is it my turn?”

She whimpers again, licking at her lips. Alan grins and unbuckles his belt. He undoes his zipper and pulls his pants off. His shirt comes off and before he knows it, Sandy is on her feet and jumping at him, forcing him to his back on the plush carpeted floor. She leans down and a jolt of sensation flashes through his body when he feels her mouth muscle lick his nipple. She moves to the other nipple while he moans with more pleasure. She moves down to lick along his belly and then to his crotch. Alan spreads his legs, pushing his knees up so that the soles of his feet are on the floor.

Her tongue tickles his balls, bringing his cock fully to life. And when this happens, Sandy begins to draw up her mouth muscle long the length of it. She shifts and licks at the head of it. Alan’s body jerks and a groans escapes his lips. She takes the base of his prick between her paws. His passion swells and his body shudders. The man knows what’s coming, and he is excited! She takes his rock hard shaft deeply into her mouth. Alan feels his body arch uncontrollably. No matter how many times he has been here, he can possibly never get used to it. And as he explodes down her throat, he can feel her swallowing. The sensation of it drives the man wild. When she is finished, Sandy pulls off and licks anything she may have missed that has dropped to his sack and below.

“I don’t think I can ever get used to this,” Alan mumbles breathlessly, rubbing the side of her face. “I doubt I can ever get bored with it.”

Sandy gives him a quick lick. Then she lies next to him and he pulls her into his arms. With a sigh of contentment, and as his cock softens, Alan closes his eyes.

His nap isn’t long, at least if two hours of extra sleep isn’t considered to be long. He sits up and Sandy shifts, bringing her head to his lap and whining. “Oh no,” Alan says with a chuckle. He quickly shoves her head away. “We start that up again and we’re never getting out on that trail.” When she looks at him with sad eyes, he frowns. “I so what to fuck, but this is about us bonding too. We can’t have sex all the time, girl.” Silence falls between them, and so they just sit there for a few moments longer, just enjoying one another’s company.

After a while, he stands up and asks, “Ready to go exploring?”

Sandy springs to her feet and barks.

“Alright, but I’ve got to get dressed,” he says. “Maybe after this though, I’ll retire and buy us a large ranch ... clothing optional.” With this, he gives her a wink and gathers up his clothes to get dressed.

Within minutes the two arrive and explore the woods and paths. Sandy is carrying a pack made for dogs that houses a small lunch for the two of them. They’re not going far, but he knows that if they end up having sex, a little nutrition is always good to have available. They end up well off the paths and find a secluded clearing next to the river. Alan spreads out the blanket he has been carrying in his pack. He unpacks the snacks from Sandy’s. After eating, they sit for a bit watching the ducks floating lazily in the current. Alan puts his arm around Sandy, and she in turn rests her head on his shoulder.