Dog Day Afternoon (750 words)

I have seen her at the dog park many times. She was 30ish, compared to my mid 20's.

We had never spoken. Not a word. Occasional nods, but never any syllables.

She was like her dog, beautifully groomed and well behaved. Both had blondish hair and sleek bodies. She was in a higher tax bracket than me, you could tell by her appearance. Me, I resembled my hound. Unruly, dirty, in need of a haircut and a wash. Maybe some training.

With the day threatening rain, the park was empty. We kept our distance, but today, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She knew that I was staring at her, but she was fine with it. It was part of our game. In fact, she was posing for me, and when she sat on the bench across the field, I did the same.

Ms. Golden Retriever casually put one leg over the other, gracefully crossing them to display her elegance and long tanned legs. Not me. I pulled my left ankle up and put it on my right knee. I hoped that the opening of my shorts allowed an unimpeded view of my junk.

Uncertain if she even noticed, I adjusted myself. Her hand lifted the rim of her sunglasses. Through squinted eyes, she looked at my shorts. With a smile and a mischievous grin, she lowered the sunglasses and uncrossed her legs. We had upped the game. This was new.

The image of her bright green panties shone like the holy grail from under her skirt. I could see, but not well enough. I spread my legs wide as a hint. Nothing.

Blondie was still looking when I used my fingers and gave a scissored "spread" signal.

Her hands slid up the sides of her hips, pulling material as they went. Looking around, she smiled at the emptiness and parted her thighs. I had a perfect view of her crotch.

Not to be out done, her hand raised into the air and she mimed a zipper being pulled down. I took the clue, but it was her surprise when I sprang out of my shorts, nuts and all. Fully hard, my manhood was pointed skyward.

I thought that maybe I had gone too far, but she looked carefully around the park. Seeing only me, she lifted her ass then eased the panties down her long legs and put them on the bench.

I let my shorts fall to my ankles and she spread open her pink glory.

A beautiful pair my full meaty lips. Shiny, wet and hairless.

I tried to get her to remove her top, but she shook her head "no". Understood. Maybe we would just stare at one another.

Another scan and she made the biggest play. Her hand made a motion most women don't make. Curled fist, moving up and down.

Is that what you want? You're so hot, I have no problem doing it for you.

My palm gripped my rock-hard shaft and started working my meat. It felt better than ever. I stopped. Licking 2 of my fingers, I made a movement that she easily recognized.

Seconds later, she had wet her digits and had them firmly placed on her pussy, caressing her wet gash.

I wanted her. I stood, but she held up her hand, the international "stop" sign.

I pulled on myself even harder. Stopping only to spit into my fist. I was yanking like a lunatic. My cross-field partner on the other hand was not so rough. She rubbed her fingers like she was playing a finely tuned instrument. Stopping only long enough to suck the moist residue off the bow that was artfully playing her violin.

Sunglasses up. Her eyes glued to mine, fingers curled deeply into her pussy, she quaked as she came.

My cock couldn't take such a sight and spewed its load of molten lava. Globs of white eruption coated the blades of grass and dirt in front of my bench.

I tugged the last few drops out of my still hard shaft, as she licked her dream makers clean.

Exhausted, she stared at my softening cock and I stared at her pink, glistening hole.

Legs together. Skirt draped into place, she whistled. Dog at her side, she smiled and departed. Well trained indeed.

Hound at my side, we walked to her bench and picked up my bright green gift. Placing the panties to my nose, I inhaled her heavenly scent. What would tomorrow bring?