We met with a "Morning...."
Now, she is collapsed against me, her sweaty breasts pressed against my chest, panting against my neck as her orgasm subsides and my cock softens inside her.
Her name is Stacey.
Actually, technically, Bella, my brother's two year old border collie, met Stacy's cattle dog mongrel named Storm a few days before I met Stacey. I definitely have Bella to thank for my ending up where I currently am, which is in Stacey's bed on a gloriously sunny Saturday morning.
I was dog-sitting Bella for a month while my brother worked interstate and he had been really clear that if she didn't get at least one walk every day, she was likely to tear up my garden. It was an easy walk to the park that allowed off-leash dog exercise, so on Monday morning I headed down there before work. I was a bit nervous about letting Bella run, not sure if she would come back to me, but she seemed to recognise me as part of my brother's pack, and I was quickly reassured.
There were about ten dogs in the park, but Bella made straight for a mottled brown dog about her size and after some initial mutual sniffing they instantly started to romp and play. I was concerned that they were being a bit rough with each other and I looked around the park, trying to spot this other dog's owner and from the way a woman on the other side of the park was watching, I thought that it was probably her. I guess she was also curious as to who owned Bella, because we eventually made eye contact, thirty metres apart. I gave an 'are you OK with this' arm gesture, and she gave me back a nod and a thumbs up.
I wasn't really close, so I couldn't see this woman really clearly but she appeared to be about my own age, so mid thirties, and had short dark hair and a nice figure, with her breasts highlighted by a halter top and her hips and legs highlighted by a pair of short shorts.
After half an hour of romping, I had to get home to get to work, so I called Bella back to me and we headed home.
The next day, Tuesday, I definitely planned my visit to the dog park, to be there at the same time. Bella had fun playing with the other dogs, but there was no sign of Bella's new friend or his owner.
Wednesday, they were there when we arrived. Bella had fun romping around, and I wandered, as nonchalantly as I could, to stand near Storm's owner, not wanting to be too obvious, but obviously obvious. We made eye contact and nodded.
"Morning," I offered.
"Morning," she replied.
She walked over to me. I found out her name and the name of her dog. She found out that I was single, was buying my own home, worked in IT and lived a short walk away.
Up close I could see that she was particularly attractive, with an upturned nose, large green eyes, full lips and a round face framed by her short dark hair. She had a slight accent, maybe Irish, and her voice had a husky tone that was incredibly sexy. She was shorter than I originally thought but she had strong legs and shoulders that I found out later were from her running and that she used to be a competitive swimmer. That morning she again wore a singlet top that highlighted her perfectly rounded breasts and activewear type tights that highlighted her legs and arse. She really was stunning, but it was her lips that I really noticed. They really needed to be kissed, or, as I lay in bed that night thinking about her, to be wrapped around my erection.
Thursday...
We discussed our dogs, the fact that I was dog-sitting and the difficulties of having working dog breeds. I found out that she is here every morning except Tuesdays, when she worked from home and came down later. She noticed that I had noticed her absence.
We discussed the sex of our dogs and the fact that they were both fixed and she offered how embarrassing it was when Storm had come into her bedroom to watch her have sex. She was watching me intently, looking for my reaction to her openness. I might have stammered a bit but all I could offer was that this had never happened to me. She finished by letting me know that she now keeps her bedroom door closed, or puts Storm outside. Her laugh was infectious.
She offered that she shares a house with a friend.
Confusion. Does that mean friend type friend, or a friend who is also a lover?
Friday, she came up to me as soon as I arrived. On previous days, she had obviously been wearing a bra but today, she obviously was not. Her singlet top had no room for bra straps and her nipples were protruding proudly. As we finished up, she suggested that tomorrow, we catch up for a coffee after the dogs had played and we agreed on a time when we would get to the park.
Friday night I lay awake wondering. I've generally been pretty slow to pick up on the signals that women send. Previous girlfriends have explained how they were sending me what they thought were obvious 'I like you' signals for days, even weeks, before I got the message, or they had given up and had just sat in my lap. Was tomorrow a date?
Saturday she was wearing a short summer dress that buttoned up the front. The material was so light that as she moved, it flowed around her legs and when the morning sun got behind her, her body and legs were perfectly silhouetted. She seemed to be making a point of standing so that this happened.
We only let the dogs play for twenty minutes before we called them back.
"There's a good cafe at the end of the street," I suggested.
"I know somewhere better," she countered. "My place is only five minutes away. And we can put the dogs in the backyard."
Was that a signal?
She pushed my back against the wall as soon as the door was closed behind us and she reached her mouth up to find mine.
