Walking the Dog

We made it to her house in no time, and I'm sure that that had to do with our quickened pace. If we had paid more attention to the sound of our heels, we both would have sensed a potential, hidden purpose in our lengthened and hurried strides.

As we walked up the steps of her house, the entire length of her light skirt fluttered lazily in the gentle breeze that blew. I couldn't help but notice the shape of her ass once more. The sleek and shiny material which covered that round surface clung desperately to her shape. The mischievous thought of bending down and looking up her skirt disappeared as soon as the front door swung open.

"If only her skirt had been shorter," I thought.

The four of us entered a typical, family-of-five, home. Toys and articles of clothing littered the rooms. Cars, trucks, dolls and board games decorated both the floor and furniture. A man's suit jacket hung on a hanger that was suspended from a doorknob. What really caught my eye was a black bra draped over the back of a chair in one corner, and a white cotton panty that sat on the top of the banister leading upstairs.

"Excuse the mess," she said, as she quickly grabbed the soiled panty and threw it into a clothes basket, filled with dirty garments. Maybe she thought that I didn't see it. "The kids just left the other day and I've gotten lazy, enjoying the peace and quiet."

"That's okay. Don't forget. I'm a single guy living on my own. This looks immaculate compared to my place."

I followed her through the rest of the house, towards the back. In the kitchen, a door opened up to the backyard. A large, fenced in area awaited our dogs. As soon as the door was opened, Princess and Harry flew out into their own private playground. We watched them play together for a few minutes and then we both went back into the kitchen. I sat at the table while Jean went about making coffee. I couldn't help but stare as she bent over to pull out her coffee-maker from a lower cabinet. When she reached into an upper cabinet to retrieve two coffee cups and some dishes, I wished that my seat was lower and once more that her skirt was cut shorter. As she leaned over to pour coffee into our cups and to put some donuts on the table, I hoped that the buttons on her blouse wouldn't open and let her tits fall out. When I finally realized how out of place my thoughts about this older woman had become, a sizeable hard-on had already crammed its way into my pants.

Thankfully, I was able to remain seated as Jean continued to be the consummate host. As the levels of coffee in our cups lessened, so did the size and strength of my cock. The drops of pre-cum that had oozed out of the tip of my cock made things a little bit uncomfortable, but that was a small price to pay for the secreted pleasures this young man had just indulged in. We talked as if we had known each other for years. She was genuinely interested in what I said and thought, and what I planned to do with my life. Maybe it was just the mothering instinct of an older woman overtaking her, and maybe she really cared. Anyway, nearly an hour passed before I made any attempt to leave.

"Well," I said, "I think Harry and I better get going. We've taken up too much of your time already."

"Nonsense. I enjoyed every minute with you. And I'm sure Princess feels the same about Harry."

"Well, thanks again," I said as I attempted to get up from the table with my dishes.

"Stay seated Tommy. I'll clean up. It'll only take a few seconds."

Once again, her motherly nature set her into motion. I sat and watched as she collected the dishes and brought them to the sink. Immediately she began to wash the cups and plates, commenting about her children and telling me what Princess and Harry were doing. Actually, I paid little attention to what she said because of the motion of her ass. While her upper body was busily scrubbing the dirty dishes, her lower body was rocking and rolling like a bowl of jell-o. She reminded me of one of those quivering, hula-girl dolls that people put of the dash of the car. In no time, my cock had hardened as much as it had before. I looked down to see a huge bulge between my legs. Even though I wanted to leave right now, I couldn't. Not until my obvious disfigurement had disappeared.

I wisely pulled my eyes away from her ass and looked at the artwork of her children, which covered the refrigerator door. While gazing at the scribbled stick figures of "Mom" and "Dad", I could finally sense a decrease in the flow of blood to my cock. It was then when I thought I heard my host calling my name. Suddenly I realized that she was. I looked back toward the sink to see Jean staring out of the window over the sink. She was on her toes, stretching her neck in order to view something that had caught her interest.

"Look Tommy. I really don't think that Harry wants to go right now. Come over here and see."

"What do you mean," I asked, reluctant to get up with a hard-on still visible between my legs.

"Come here and see."

I cautiously rose from my chair and slowly made my way over to the kitchen sink. Had my third leg been able to reach the floor, I would have made it over to her much more rapidly. Jean turned quickly and looked at my eyes.

"You've got to see what your dog is doing again."

She never saw the bulge in my pants as she turned once more to peer out of the window. I stood at a safe distance away from her and tried to see what she saw.

"I can't see anything."

"They're over there," she said pointing to her right. "He's doing it again. Look."

She reached at me without looking and grabbed hold of my arm. She pulled me toward herself until the sides of our bodies were pressed firmly against each other. She put her arm around my back and attempted to push me further in the direction of the window, hoping to make me see what she saw. Immediately I sensed the heat of her body. Her soft, supple flesh molded itself to mine. The alluring scent that I had been aware of at the park now totally engulfed my sense of smell. My cock, which had started to diminish in size, now sprung back to life with untapped vigor. Straining and stretching like a bear, awakening from its winter sleep, my six inch tool felt as if it had doubled in length and girth.

Had the older woman at my side been a little less enthusiastic about what was happening outside, I might have been able to gain a bit more control over the entire situation occurring within my body. Hormones were being produced at speeds and amounts that my system had never seen. Instead, her actions only continued to drive things past the point of no return. In her haste to have me see what she was seeing, she generated events that neither one of us could, or actually wanted to stop.

"Can't you see?"

"I don't see anything."

"Let's try over there."

Grabbing me by the wrist, Jean pulled me in the direction of the door. As we hurriedly moved away from the sink, the left cheek of her ass pressed firmly onto the head of my cock. A jolt of electricity shot through the shaft of my cock as if I had plugged it into a functioning light socket. The married mother with me had no idea what had happened. I don't even think that she felt anything. And if she did, she probably thought that something that hard must have been a bone that made up the elbow in my arm.

We covered the ten feet between the sink and door in seconds. I stood behind her as she peered out the window, keeping a safe distance away from her body. Her head bobbed and weaved until she spotted her objectives once more. She smiled and chuckled at what she saw.

"They're still at it."

"What? I can't see anything."

"Well you'll never see anything from back there."

With that, she reached back without looking and expertly grabbed me by the waistband of my pants. I surmise that having children blesses mothers with the ability to hit targets without having to see them. Anyway, she pulled me forcefully up against her backside. A second, blind probe by her hand found my shoulder and drew my chin down onto her's. I put my right hand onto her right shoulder for balance as my entire body now pressed firmly against her. Holding my chin in her left hand, she directed my line of sight in the direction she wanted me to see. The cheek of my face rubbed gently onto hers as she pointed at what she wanted me to see with her right hand.

In the far corner of her yard, I saw our dogs wrestling with each other, or so I thought. A closer look revealed that Harry was once again mounting Princess. This time, however, she seemed to be in no hurry to run away when he finished. When he ended a session of thrusts and got off, she stuck her head between his legs and licked his little, hard, pink cock. She then circled him a few times and offered her backside to him once more. Unwilling to disappoint a lady, Harry happily mounted her once more.

"They've been carrying on like that for a while now," Jean said with a laugh.

"I guess they're having fun," I said.

"I guess so."

The two of us remained as we were, hypnotized by the fornicating exhibition our dogs were acting out for us. When the older woman in front of me shifted the weight of her body to get a better look at our dogs, only then did I realize how fast my heart was beating and how heavy our breathing had become. Her sudden silence revealed that she too was now aware of our problematic situation. We both froze, knowing that any movement might change our lives forever. Instead of helping to alleviate our predicament, our lack of movement only made us more aware of the subtle, delicate stimuli that would finally make both of us loose control.

Our slow, unmatched, rhythmic breathing quickly harmonized. I became acutely aware of the sound made by her nose as her hot breath exited through her nostrils. I felt my chest bounce against her back as my heart pounded with ever increasing power. The scent of the perfume and powder she had adorned her body with that morning increased in strength as the heat of her body amplified the intensity of their chemicals. I was now able to discern with my sense of smell that she had placed her perfume on her neck, and her body powder had been dusted lightly between her breasts. Although she had drawn my lower body tightly against her ass, previously camouflaging the size and shape of my hard cock, I was positive that she was now extremely aware of how excited I really was. My rock-hard, erect cock pressed deeply into the left cheek of her ass. In a vain attempt to stop anything more from happening, Jean halfheartedly tried to divert our attention away from what we truly felt.

"Who's your dog's vet," she asked in a faint, hesitating voice.

"Why?" I asked, determined to not loose my real train of thought.

"Just wondering," she replied as she took a long, deep breath through her mouth.

Recognizing that simple questions would not stop what was happening, she stood silent and still once more. Unable and unwilling to fend off what my body felt, I turned my face into her and put my lips onto the nape of her neck. I didn't kiss her, but allowed my hot breath to caress her skin. Still staring out the window of the door, she automatically tilted her head in my direction and then surprisingly tilted it in the opposite direction, presenting her entire neck to my advances. I opened my mouth slightly and kissed her softly on her neck. She quickly took another deep breath as an almost indiscernible moan was generated from her vocal chords. When she suddenly realized what I was doing, and her acceptance of it, she quickly tilted her head back towards me and lifted her shoulder, trying to stop my advances.

"No Tommy. Don't," she said softly, but with very little conviction.

"Why not?" I whispered, dragging my lips across her skin and letting my warm, moist breath blanket her neck once more.

"We shouldn't. I'm married. I have kids."

"Harry and Princess won't tell," I said softly as I kissed her neck for a second time.

Her green eyes spied the two dogs once more. Harry was on top of Princess, holding onto her with his paws as best as he could. Jean was breathing through her mouth faster now, watching intently as my dog's hips thrust back and forth with incredible speed. Spit flew from his mouth as he panted with delight. The older woman in front of me licked her lips and swallowed with some difficulty as the pornographic movie played out in front of her.

"Please Tommy. Stop," she haltingly whispered.

I softly kissed her neck for a third time. Again she tilted her head away from me, exposing her entire neck. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and pressed it firmly onto her neck. I dragged my tongue across her skin, tasting the perfume that had already accomplished the task its manufacturers had intended it to achieve. I continued to orally explore her neck as I let my right hand travel slowly down the right side of her body. I felt the soft, warm texture of her physical being through the nearly imperceptible material of her clothes. I sensed the strength of the bra she wore and the slight bulge of flesh that marked the beginning of her waist. My fingers gently covered the bump of soft tissue that indicated the inviting form of her hips. I pressed my fingers into the supple, abundant deposit of fat that padded the firm and strong muscles which lie beneath. I let my hand glide down the outside of her thigh as far as I could reach, and then let it return upwards along the backside of her leg. My hand finally reached the right cheek of her ass. I cupped its form gently in the palm of my hand, and then I squeezed it as hard as I could. Jean gasped with surprise and delight as her body reacted to my unexpected assault. I released my grip from her firmer than anticipated cheek and let my hand gently caress its form repeatedly, in a slow, circular motion. My fingers easily sensed the shape of her panty. Unquestionably, it would be a clean, white, high-cut brief that was definitely being worn for the first time.

The older woman standing in front of me made no verbal objections to my probing touch. Her breathing remained rhythmic and strong as I brought my hand around to the front of her body. I let my hand float softly over her stomach. A slight bulge bore witness to the effects of child birth and a lack of exercise. However, I did find the pliability of her form to be thrilling. She offered no resistance as I cupped the lower portion of her right breast in my hand. I lifted its mass, with its weight causing it to loose some of its alluring shape. I searched the surface of her blouse with my index finger, easily finding the hard, distinctive form of her nipple. Automatically, I drew my thumb up and squeezed her nipple firmly. Jean drew a deep breath and thrust her chest forward. I wondered if she had the same reaction when one of her suckling children clamped down hard on her nipple when she was breast feeding. Sensing that she was within an eyelash of not being able to ever say no to our desires, the woman from the park weakly pleaded one last time for me to stop. Her body began to undulate as words left her lips sporadically, in between panting breaths and gasps of pleasure.

"Tommy…please…I can't…we shouldn't…my husband…my children…you're too young…oh God no…please…I…"

I heard her pleas, but I obeyed her similar to the way Harry had obeyed me. I let my hand leave her tit and I reached down between her legs as she continued to plead for freedom. Automatically she spread her feet apart, granting me access to the part of her body she had just supposedly begged me not to take. Through her skirt and panty I felt the rough texture of her pubic hair. I brought my left hand down between her legs too, and using my fingers, I pulled the fabric of her skirt up, gathering it in my left hand until I felt the soft, cotton material of her panty. Slowly, gently, I let the fingers of my right hand search out the waistband of her panty and gradually descend beneath its surface. Her pubic hairs were matted and pressed tightly against her body. I allowed my fingers to explore her growth of fur entirely, discovering an abundant and robust patch of locks. Needing to fulfill my desire to know more, I pushed my hand deeper into her panty. I sensed the heat building between her legs as a virtual blast of moist, hot air rose up to envelop my hand. I reached as far as I could with my fingers until I felt the top of the opening of her cunt.

I tried to continue with my probing when I felt her hand grab my wrist and pull my hand out of her panty. Surprise slowed my understanding of what she was doing. In the blink of an eye, Jean spun her body around to face me. She quickly put her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. Desperate, passionate, animal-like kisses smothered me. The mature woman who fought off the imprisoned desires which had struggled for freedom, suddenly conceded defeat to the stronger elements which made her what she was. She opened her mouth, covering mine with her soft, wet, and warm lips. Her tongue found a slight separation in my lips and pushed its way into my mouth. Frantically, her fleshy tongue explored every nook and cranny it could reach. Warm, slippery spit transferred unabatedly between us in liberal amounts. Finally, as we divided our lips to breath, I quickly put my mouth onto her neck and sucked on her flesh. She squealed as an instantaneous, stimulating and tickling effect shocked her body. She squirmed like a snake as a minimal orgasm began to magically make its way up and down the insides of her legs. The skin between her cunt and asshole tightened. Her hips began to rock back and forth, not requiring any type of commands from her brain to perform as they did. As I continued to attack her neck, she pleaded with me for one last time, only now she begged for what her body truly wanted.

"Oh God…oh please…fuck me Tommy…fuck me."

She reached with both of her hands and pulled my face from her neck. Again she kissed me like an animal, seemingly trying to devour my mouth with her own. She then buried her face into my neck as her hands feverishly groped at my body. I quickly reached for the tie that held her skirt up. One tug undid the loose knot. I slipped my hand into the waistband of her skirt and unfurled the gathered material. Instantly, her skirt fluttered to the kitchen floor. Without thinking, I reached down between her legs, caressing the bountiful, warm, soft flesh of her inner thighs. Once again, she began to spread her feet willingly, allowing me to explore with little difficulty. I brought my hands up and lovingly rubbed the inviting mound between her legs. As she kicked her skirt out of the way, I pushed aside her panty with my right hand. She hugged my chest tightly and hid her face into my neck as my fingers began to probe her inviting hole. I was instantly aware of the slippery juices her cunt was producing as my fingers easily slid across her soaked pubic hairs. When I pushed my first two fingers into her hole, a flood of slick liquid coated them instantly. The soft and delicate kisses which she had been depositing on my neck were immediately replaced by the mouth of a very hungry animal. I felt her fingers dig into my back as a rush of emotions drove her half crazy.

Unwilling to wait any longer to be satisfied, she sent her hands on their final mission. Struggling fitfully, she fumbled and groped at my pants, trying to undo my zipper and release the part of my body which she wanted so desperately. I felt the button of my waistband rip from its stitching and heard it fall to the floor. I was aware of an immediate loosening of my pants as she pulled its zipper down. Her hands were now flailing purposefully as she tried to assist gravity in lowering my pants. I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as I tried to release her tits from their constraints. I quickly became frustrated by my lack of success. Aggravated by my constant failures, I reacted to my problem instead of thinking a solution out. I grasped either side of her shirt and pulled them apart with all of my strength. Buttons flew and material ripped as her tit-filled bra finally burst forth. I grabbed at the lower portion of each cup and pulled her bra up and over her tits as far as I could. The tight, elastic contraption failed to lift as far as I wanted it to. Her bra stuck fast, distorting her tits and causing them to point upward. Her hard nipples begged to be stirred. I put my mouth over her left nipple and immediately began to suck on it. I heard a loud and swift gasp come from her mouth as she gulped a huge volume of air into her lungs. Her chest rose quickly and sank slowly as the thrill of having a youngster obtain satisfaction from her breast once more made her feel like a woman. She moaned passionately as her body sent messages to her brain, instructing her as to what to do and say next.