Reconciling the Start of a Bad Affair
We meet at the dog park. I bring my two poodle mixes and Timothy is there with his two Labradors.
As I look up, Timothy is grinning ear to ear - I know he's happy to see me.
I wore a pair of thong underwear under my sweats so he'd look every time I stooped down to grab the dogs. I made sure I bent down sticking my ass in the air as much as possible.
I would catch Tim watching and getting aroused. I knew he was thinking 'I want a piece of that ass again.'
But, I was coy. I wasn't going to air my horniness for him right away.
We discuss the last few weeks and our affair.
"I know I've been acting crazy but you make me so angry," Julie responded. "Enough analyzing and arguing," I end after what seemed like forever dickering back and forth with each other.
We spend a few hours gallivanting around the park; breaking up the dog fights. Finally, I have to leave before I have a nervous breakdown.
Nervous breakdown - because of the dog fights or because of Timothy, I ask myself.
We go outside the park. "Do you want to go to the IHOP," I ask.
"No, I had a late lunch," Timothy replies.
We meander and I expect nothing. I just want to depart friends...friends for over 30 years. I'm not tense, or upset - just happy to see Timothy.
We talk outside the dog park for at least an hour.
"I owe you a great...." says Timothy.
I didn't hear him. I thought he said he owed me dinner or something.
"What did you say?" I asked.
I owe you a great orgasm."
I laugh at Tim. I was surprised. "Well, yes you do, as a matter of fact." I kiss him on the neck and give him a little squeeze around the shoulders and neck.
We talk some more and then I say that "I will look forward to our next encounter."
Tim smiled ear to ear again. The nervousness was resolved between the two of us.
"You can bring out the toys," he requests.
"Eventually," I reply. "See you soon," and I run across the street with my dogs wriggling my ass some more.
Laughing to myself, I look forward to my 'owe' and lustful thoughts of the future.
We Continue Our Affair
The next day, Tim calls me. "Hi Julie." We carry on some small talk and then he asks, "Would you like to go out to dinner Saturday night?"
"Sure," I respond. "That sounds nice."
A few days pass and I start to get ready for our date.
I put on a sexy summer dress, low-cut, sleeveless, red and purple with a seductive jagged hemline. I put on purple heels and no hose. The bra I'm wearing shows just enough cleavage. My hair looks just right still with the blond streaks for the summer. The dangling earrings set the mood.
After all, Timothy owes me an orgasm.
I hear a knock at the door. "Come in, Timothy."
He opens the door, wearing a cotton summer shirt and Dockers, grinning ear to ear and gives me a sexy kiss.
I don't act overly excited yet underneath my panties, I'm horney and getting wet already. WE are going out to dinner, I think to myself.
"You look nice, Julie."
"You do, too," I respond back.
Tim walks closer to me and runs his hand up my back smoothing his palm on my bare shoulders. He let's one of my spaghetti straps fall kissing my shoulders and butterfly kissing my neck.