I had noticed him and the Doberman on evening walks. We set out around the same time and usually nodded or even smiled at each other when we passed. It was the Doberman that had caught my interest at first. He was quite a magnificent animal and because of Patra, I took a very keen interest in him. Patra was my darling canine companion. And when it was time for Patra to get a mate, I naturally thought of him.
I knew where he lived; I'd seen him turn into the little gate many times. Entering the small yard, I looked around for the Doberman. When nothing came tearing down towards me, I tentatively advanced to the front door and rang the bell. A harsh buzz sounded inside, I could hear him moving around and coming to the door. He opened it and his steamy gaze caressed me from head to toe. Returning his look, I took him in for the first time. He looked so… male. Why hadn't I noticed him properly before? A familiar stirring in the pit of my stomach caught my attention for a moment. Staring at him, I almost forgot what I had come here for.
His soft "Hi" brought me back to reality. His small smile very nearly sent me back into oblivion. With a little effort I got myself in order and followed him inside. Denim-covered buttocks, the tight fit revealing their firm shape. How would it feel to have my hands there, grabbing them, feeling their tautness beneath my supple hands, kneading them? God, I really couldn't believe I was lusting after him in our first meeting!
Sternly pulling myself together, I hoped he wasn't a mind reader. With a private smile, I cleared my throat and plunged into my reason for coming.
"Patra, I mean, my - my Doberman, well, she's in heat and I wondered if you would lend your dog…," I trailed off in embarrassment. I was stuttering like an oversexed teenager! What was wrong with me? It wasn't as if this was the first time I had gone to acquire a mate for Patra.
"Sure, next three days… in the evenings… let's say, around seven?" he asked in a sexy voice which sent shivers down my spine. Blushing, like he'd agreed for sex between us instead of the dogs, I nodded and made my escape.
All of the next day I was foolishly thinking of him, which just served to stimulate my anticipation. At six-thirty I had butterflies in my stomach and I was plotting various scenes in my head, all ending with me seducing him. His superb physique kept flashing in my mind, naked… my imagination filling up the areas I had not seen and building them up according to my own fantasies. Needless to say, I was quite aroused by the time I was ready to go.
The look on his face when he opened the door was very flattering. He leisurely ran his eyes over my svelte figure, making me feel all warm inside. He was wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed off his bulging muscles and hip hugging jeans. Did he have to incite my already overworked imagination? Afraid that he'd guess the direction into which my thoughts were going, I quickly glanced down at Patra. He took the hint and moved aside to let us in.
Leading Patra inside, we let her loose in the backyard. His Doberman came running and she took off with him. We went back to the living room and sat down, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked onto the backyard. It was a mistake. After about five minutes of introductory conversation the dogs came back and started doing it right there, in front of us. The coupling was beautifully framed by the huge glass window. This was the final straw. I could no longer keep up the pretence at normalcy.
