Dear Readers - I've decided to put this story in the 'romance' category even though it could also qualify for the 'mature' category -- there's a significant age difference between the main male and female characters.
The story does include sex -- hey, this is Literotica, right? But, it's not the raunchy torrid sex that some of my other stories include ... its more 'romantic' (at least, I think so, though it's still pretty hot) ... hence the category choice.
Some may be disappointed by the ending, but as I don't wish to give away the ending, you'll just have to wait till you get there. If it really pisses you off, then you'll just have to leave me a nasty comment and give the story a -9 in the voting, though I sincerely hope that most of you will enjoy the story and leave me nice comments.
Yours,
Joan
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I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard distinctive scratching sounds, and canine whining, coming from the living room; which meant my sister's ten month old Great Dane puppy, Kelly, needed to go out to pee.
I was pet/apartment sitting for my sister Karen and her husband, Dan, of just eight months -- Dan thought a puppy made a great wedding present for his new bride who'd told him she'd always wanted a big dog. I thought he was nuts buying a Great Dane for my sister when they lived in an apartment; but what do I know? All I know is that I graciously agreed to take care of Kelly while they spent two weeks in Hawaii for their belated honeymoon. I'd just finished my junior year in college, and so, had all summer free.
The damn dog scratched at the door again.
"Alright, Kelly ... cross your legs or something while I get some cloths on." I shouted to the dog as I quickly dried myself.
I ran into the guest room where I had my things and pulled a short denim skirt up my legs; I zipped it, and then pulled a tank top over my head as I ran into the living room to get Kelly's leash on her. In my haste, I hadn't bothered with underwear.
Karen, before she left, begged me not to let Kelly have any accidents in the apartment; they'd just had new carpet installed -- in a very light beige color. The carpet had recently been replaced, she'd told me, because of all the puppy stains; why they didn't wait a few months longer or have tile put down was beyond me, but it was their apartment ... and their dog.
"OK, Kelly, we're going for a walk, girl." I told the dog as I attached her leash. She was so excited that her whole rear end went side to side as she vigorously wagged her tail.
"Hold on, girl, let me get the keys and poop bags."
I shoved the apartment keys into one pocket and plastic grocery bags in the other, and then opened the door. Kelly lunged out the door -- almost knocking me off my feet - and she headed for the stairs. Sis's apartment was on the third floor and I rarely used the elevator; it was good exercise.
I had to hold onto the dog's leash with both hands when we got to the bottom of the stairs which opened onto a courtyard. Kelly weighed over a hundred pounds already; and since I'm only five four and very slim, I figured she probably out weighed me by a few pounds. It was all I could do to keep from being dragged along the side walk like a cowboy who falls from his house and is pulled behind with his boot caught in the stirrup.
Karen's apartment complex had strict rules against pets going on the grounds (even peeing) since there was a very large county park across the street. Even so, Kelly squatted and peed as soon as she reached a patch of grass and I hoped none of the other residents would report this blatant breech of the rules.
"Come on girl ... let's go to the park." I said, yanking on Kelly's leash.
Since Kelly loved romping in the park, we took off at a half run, that is, she tried to run and I was towed along doing my best to keep from being knocked off my feet. I am sure I must have looked wonderful to all the other residents of the complex with my wet hair, no make-up and my boobs flopping around under the thin material of my tank top. My boobs aren't enormous, or anything; but I was suddenly self-conscious of them bouncing under my top and I was kicking myself for not taking time to put on a bra -- or panties, for that matter.
When we crossed the street and entered the park, Kelly put her nose to the ground and went from tree to tree sniffing where other dogs must have peed. We followed a dirt trail through a wooded area that would eventually take us down to the river; it wasn't much of a river, hardly more than a wide creek, but it was nice to sit there under a tree and just relax and contemplate one's navel, sometimes.
As we walked, Kelly was kept distracted by all the, no doubt, wonderful dog smells she detected with her sensitive nose; she keeping going from brush, to tree, to brush, sniffing away happily and peeing every so often. Then, I saw a squirrel on the trail ahead of us happily chewing on an acorn; Kelly saw it, too.
The next thing I remember, Kelly was leaping forward to chase the squirrel and I was doing my damnedest to stay on my feet while shouting 'no' and 'bad girl' as she pulled me along after her. I think I would have been able to keep my feet and subdue the gigantic puppy had it not been for the big root sticking up out of the dirt where grew across the path. Just how I managed to catch it, I don't recall; all I remember is holding on to Kelly's leash for dear life, flying through the air, and then my head suddenly hurting like hell and everything went dark.
I know I blacked out briefly, but I don't think it was for very long; just a few seconds, maybe. When the world came back into focus I was looking at blue sky filtering through the branches of huge trees above me and there was a very wet tongue licking my face.
"Hey, you alright?" I heard a voice.
I saw a head leaning over me and felt hands on my shoulders trying to help me up. I made it to a sitting position but my head started to swim and I suddenly had the worst headache I could ever remember.
"Saw you go down; I was jogging behind you a ways up the trail. What happened? Should I call 911? Do you need an ambulance?" It was a man's voice I heard, but I had my eyes closed; the bright sunlight seemed to make my head hurt more.
"No, no ... I ... I think I'm OK ... I just need ..." I mumbled as I tried to open my eyes again.
My head was hanging down and I what I saw when I slowly opened my eyes sent a wave of humiliation through my whole being; I was staring at my lap and my short denim skirt was hiked up almost to my waist. Since I'd not put on underwear in my rush to get the dog out before she peed on the carpet, my bare pussy was exposed for all the world to see; well, at least for the guy who was kneeling next me and trying to help me get up. Did I mention that I keep my pubic hair completely shaved? I think a 'bush' looks disgusting so I've kept my pussy as clean and smooth as the day I was born; and now, some stranger was likely gawking at my naked pussy.
To make matters worse, my tank top, which was a loose fitting affair with thin shoulder straps, was all askew; one of the thin straps had apparently been ripped in two by my fall so that the material of my top was hanging down on one side and my left boob was completely exposed.
"Oh shit." I mumbled. I wasn't sure what to do first; cover my boob or pull my skirt down to hide my bare pussy. As I sat there, stunned, drops of blood splattered my bare breast.
"Listen, I really think I should just call 911 and see about getting you to the emergency room." The guy said.
As I looked up, I saw him pulling a cell phone from a pouch strapped around his waist; the kind you often see joggers wearing when they run.
"No ... no, please ... I'm alright ... honest." I said.
As I spoke, I noticed him for the first time; I mean, I saw how gorgeous he was. He was older; maybe forty something, or even fifty. Regardless, he was handsome beyond belief with a strong jaw, a touch of grey hair at the temples and piercing blue eyes that almost made me shudder.
"Are you sure? You're bleeding." He said. He pulled a small tarry cloth towel from his pouch and dabbed gently at my forehead; then he pressed it on my scalp where the cut appeared to be.
"Scalp lacerations can really bleed a lot, even when they're not severe." He said as he used his towel to wipe the blood from my hair. "I think it's stopped bleeding now. You're lucky."
"Huh?" I said as I was fumbling with the torn strap of my top; trying to cover my naked breast.
"That you didn't cut your face. You have an extraordinarily beautiful face; I'd hate to think of a scar marring it." He said. "Here, let me help you with that."
He gently took the torn strap for my inept fingers, and reaching around behind me, he pulled the other end up over my shoulder. He nimbly tied a little knot to join the torn straps so my top would stay up, even though it was a bit lopsided with one strap being shorter than the other.
As he fixed my top, I reached down and tugged my skirt down as far as I could.
"Thanks." I said. "I need to get home now."
