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.
"Is this OK," she asked, her mouth millimetres from mine.
I kissed her. There was no subtlety, no nibbling or gently licking, our mouths were instantly hungry for each other and our lips mashed together as our lust rose.
We seemed to have the same idea because as I reached for the buttons of her dress, she reached for the hem of my shirt. I had her dress unbuttoned to her waist as she dropped my top on the floor.
I had slid my hands inside her dress to cup her breasts when I heard a whine behind her and we both looked around to see Bella and Storm watching up intently. We both laughed at the look on their faces. They were obviously not sure whether they should be defending their respective owner from this attack that they were watching.
"Come here you two," ordered Stacey and she directed them into the back yard. As she closed the door and turned to me, she pushed her dress off her shoulders so that it formed a puddle around her feet and stood there wearing just a pair of lacy white panties. She watched me for a moment, then pushed her panties down over her hips and shimmied until she kicked them free of her feet.
"Your turn, get naked."
As I was about to follow her instructions, another woman walked out of the kitchen. She was tall and blond and was wearing a midriff baring tee shirt and small sky blue panties.
"Oops," giggled Stacey as she picked up her dress and held it indifferently against herself. "You're supposed to be at work."
"Flight was cancelled. So is this Mr Dog Park?" She gave Stacey only a cursory look and there was no look of embarrassment or guilt from either of them, it was as though they were used to seeing each other naked. Her question was to Stacey, but she was looking at me attentively, her eyes moving across my body. She licked her lips and continued "I should have waited a minute or two."
"Oy, hands off," Stacey ordered, but her smile was very forgiving. "I found him."
"I'm good for now," the blond replied. "I've just spent a very pleasant twenty minutes with my new toy." Then addressing me, "but make sure that you leave your number with Stacey."
As the blond turned and headed down a corridor Stacey threw her dress at her, took me by the hand, and led me to her bedroom where she pushed me backwards onto her bed and straddled my hips. I had been half hard since our kiss at the doorway and now her neatly trimmed pussy was resting against me through my shorts.
"There are no beautiful blonds just down the corridor and you are not going to get to fuck them if there were." She was looking intently into my eyes. "At least not until I have had my way with you first." She smiled.
She leant forward to kiss me, rubbing herself against me as our mouths met and I felt myself hardening against her. But my mind was spinning. Was the blond serious about wanting my number, was Stacey serious about maybe letting the blond have me when she had finished with me, did that mean Stacey was going to take me to the blond's room in an hour's time, or a week's time? Did these housemates share their men? How did I feel about being shared, should I feel used? Should I feel complimented? Oh God, did they sleep with each other?
