Chapter 12: Sonya and Max

Sonya laid in bed for a couple more minutes, trying to collect her thoughts on what just happened to her. Her dream seemed so real to her. Every touch of his hands to her body had sent shivers throughout, from her toes to the tips of her fingers. Her thoughts were betraying her on everything she believed.

Sonya brought her hands to her young breasts. Feeling her nipples brought a sensation, a memory of Mr. Johnson in her dream again. His hands on her bare butt. Gripping her ass tight as if he was letting her know that her body was there for his enjoyment. As he released his grip on her butt, it quickly bounced back to the full roundness it once had before he gripped it so tight. Her thoughts kept racing through her dream. Wanting the experiences she had in the dream to continue...

She tweaked her nipples again. Another memory of her dream. She softly danced and swayed from side to side as she took each item of her clothing off for the faceless man. The faceless man who she now knew as Mr. Johnson. The kindly old neighbor, who played Santa Claus when she was younger, helped make chocolate chip cookies with his wife and her. He fucked her ... albeit in her dream ... but still, his cock felt so good in her pussy. Why couldn’t that be real? Sonya thought.

Sonya sat up in bed, which brought Max to attention. She turned to her windows. She could see the sun trying to peek its way into her bedroom through the blinds. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. A little before six in the morning. Her parents would not be up yet. She got up out of bed, stretching out as she did. The t-shirt she wore was a little damp from her body heat. Her hands roamed her body as she began to walk around her room. The shirt just covered her butt. Her hands came to her butt. Remembering that she still wore the thong she had bought with Lauren on still. It felt a little different wearing it from what she used to in panties. She walked around a little more, Max slowly watching her every movement. She went to her corner windows then. The blinds closed. She pulled the string of the blinds of the window facing her backyard. Slowly the blinds pulled up. Her windows were open already. She looked out in the backyard. She noticed the tennis balls. Bright yellow tennis balls. Max loves to play with the tennis balls. There they were though, just like in her dream. The tennis balls that had her so mesmerized. That got her to start to dance and ... and strip. She was thinking of her dream again as she opened the blinds facing Mr. Johnsons’ house all the way open now. She kept thinking though of her dream as she looked out both her windows. She could have sworn she had shorts on last night when she went to bed. The black Addidas shorts, soft cotton material. She looked at her bed to see if they were there somehow. They were not.

She then slowly started to look down to the floor. Her hands were on the windowsill just like last night. Her eyes made their way down the wall of her room. She looked down to the floor of her room by the window.

There her black shorts lay. Right there on the floor under the window. She brought her hand up underneath her shirt, to her breasts. Her nipples hard as her fingers brushed across them. Her thumb and forefinger gripped the one nipple. Rubbing her nipple between her thumb and finger she looked down at her shorts on the floor. Thinking of dancing and stripping for Mr. Johnson. Thinking of Mr. Johnson grabbing her butt and bringing her closer to him. Thinking of him bringing her to her own bed as he got on top of her and made ... sex, no ... fucked her, no ... where he made LOVE to her. He was so strong, confident, soft, sweet, and kind but in a way that made her so turned on.

With that thought going in her head, Max nudged at her legs. Bringing her back to the real world. “What is it, Max?” Sonya asked her faithful dog. “Gotta go pee, boy?” That got him to start to run to the bedroom door and look back at her. Sonya smiled as she saw the excitement on Max’s face. She slipped on her sandals as she walked to her door. Leaving her shorts on the floor by the window as she opened the door Max ran out to the rest of the house making his way to the back door. Sonya followed quickly after him. She got his leash and she hooked it up to him. Opening the door as she looked out and knew it was still too early for anyone to be out so she went outside in just her shirt and thong panties that were snug and fit her butt very nicely. She walked Max around the driveway and the front yard. She waited for him to pee so she could bring him back in. The little plastic bag in her hand for just in case he pooped. She followed close by as he finally got close to his favorite tree and peed. Sonya walking around the front yard in a loose-fitting shirt and a tiny thong is something she would never have done a month ago much less even a couple of days ago. She felt different this morning. She couldn’t tell quite what it was but she just knew that she felt different. Maybe maturity is what she felt. Mature because of the great passionate lovemaking she just went through. Granted it was just a dream but still, it was passionate lovemaking for sure.

She let Max lead her farther out in the front yard, closer to the sidewalk. Closer to the street. Max roamed the front yard, letting all the other animals that could be in the area that this was his house. His yard. His property. So all the birds, squirrels, bunnies, and any other critters better watch out. He slowly made his way around. Leading Sonya farther and farther away from the safety of her back door. Closer to the corner of the front yard that meets up with Mr. Johnson’s property. Sonya looked over at his house. It seemed quiet. Normally, she would have just taken Max to the backyard let him do his business, and be done with it. But, today she let Max lead her, and it led to the front yard and close to Mr. Johnsons’ house. Sonya just smiled as she looked around the neighborhood. Not a person in sight at this early in the morning. Max was sniffing around the front, leading her closer and closer to Mr. Johnsons’ property. Her shirt loosely moved with each of her steps. The lower folds of her butt showed beneath her shirt. Her butt has a nice soft half-circle to it. Curving up ever so slightly to the back of her legs she arched her body backward. Her hand would every once in a while move to her back and feel the thong pressed in deeply to the crack of her butt. She would feel the string and pull it, fixing it, adjusting it.