The best part of walking your dog in this neighborhood is that you meet other people out doing the same thing. Almost everyone is friendly and we all stop to chat, but two stand out. Leslie is a tall, thin blonde with a crazy white boxer dog, and Karen has an enormous malamute. They stand out because they don't just stand and chat - they flirt.
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The more I see Karen, the more I'm attracted to her. We always wave from the cars, and when we're both out walking the dogs, they sniff each other happily while she and I talk. Her eyes always have a sparkle, and her yoga pants always hug her curves in a very appealing way.
I've met her husband half a dozen times when the guys get together, and the word that comes to mind most readily is "weenie". He is a freelance writer, and from what I gather, that isn't the most lucrative profession-at least for him. I've read some of his work online, and it's pretty ordinary. Watching him get a buzz on after one light beer is an extra annoyance-he gets giddy and starts shooting off his mouth, then having to walk it back. Not my favorite person.
Knowing all that, however, makes it hard to imagine that a smart, successful woman with a killer body would end up married to him. He wasn't making a lot of money, and he seemed to have a chip on his shoulder about that. He was disparaging about his own kids, which drives me nuts. He never had a nice thing to say about anything. Karen always used a slightly regretful tone when she talked about him, and I have imagined for years that he wasn't much use in the bedroom.
Karen wasn't a blunt-talking, highly sexual flirt like Leslie (the other dog-walker), but she was warm and friendly, and never seemed to mind when the dogs getting tangled brought us close together physically. One sunny but cold afternoon, we met at the end of the cul-de-sac. The houses there are set back and screened from the road, and it was a very private spot with no traffic. The dogs circled each other happily, and we stood in a patch of sunshine talking about nothing. She shared that her husband Ned had actually taken the kids somewhere for once-they had a half-day of school, so she encouraged him to take them up to the Science Center. I didn't want to trash-talk him overtly, so I said, "That's good-must be nice to have some peace and quiet!"
She took a half step closer and turned toward me. "It is nice," she said. "I never have time for what I want."
There was a long pause, and then she looked directly into my eyes and asked, "Where are your guys?"
I explained that my wife was working late and my son was at practice.
"That's what I mean," she said. "The kids don't do much after school, and Ned is always around when I want to be alone..." Her voice trailed off. "And it's hard to do what I want..."
"What is it you want, Karen?"
"I want you to walk back to my house with me," she said. "I want you to come to my house right now while Ned is away and the boys are away and there's nothing I have to do, and I want you to..."
Her voice faltered again. I knew what she wanted from me, and I knew how her husband was, so I finished her sentence for her before she ran out of courage. "You want me to come to your house right now and make love to you, Karen...is that right?"
She nodded, looking at me with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I quickly dispelled the nervousness. "I want that, too, Karen...you're so beautiful, and I've wanted to be alone with you for ages," I said with a smile.
She blushed, then muttered, "Me, too."
"Let's go," I said. With a decisive step, I tugged my dog's leash and turned toward her house. She did the same, and our steps quickened as we walked the thirty yards. We crossed the lawn in silence, both intent on getting inside and out of sight. Their backyard fence was tall and solid, and I opened the gate, let her in, and then latched it behind us. I unclipped both dogs from their leashes, and they circled the yard happily. Grabbing her hand, I smiled at Karen again and then tugged her toward the sliding glass doors.
Now I said before that Ned is a weenie, and I was sure Karen needed something different. The opposite of weenie, however, is not "pushy, arrogant jerk" so I proceeded very thoughtfully.
When the doors were closed, it was cool and dim in the house. "Karen," I said, "you're so beautiful...I'm so glad to be here with you..."
Stepping closer, I tilted her chin up and gave her a soft, lingering kiss-no tongue, no groping yet. With steady hands, I unzipped her jacket and peeled it back off her shoulders. That brought me up against her full breasts, and I dropped the jacket on the floor and wrapped my arms around her. We kissed again, and this time, she kissed back more fully, her mouth coming open with a sigh against my lips. Our tongues touched briefly, and her body relaxed against mine.
Then she smiled, and I saw no hesitation in her eyes-just eagerness. She stepped back, looked at me critically, and said, "Too many clothes!"
I shed my jacket in a flash, then kicked off my boots.
"That's better," she said, kicking off her own shoes. "Come on." With that, she turned and led me off through the living room and down the hallway.
The doorway to her bedroom stood open, the queen-sized bed neatly made. She stopped next to it, and turned to look at me expectantly.
"Perfect," I told her. Then I whipped my sweatshirt off over my head. She did the same. My T-shirt was next, and she matched me by peeling off her tank top. She stood there in yoga pants and a bra, while I was bare-chested in jeans. I stepped close again, feeling the thrilling warmth of her bare skin against me as I kissed her. After a moment, though, my hands moved up and unsnapped her bra. She moved her body back far enough to let it fall off her arms between us, then stepped back in. She was tall, and her hard nipples and full, warm breasts were pressed against my chest. I heard her purr and wrapped my arms around her tightly for a while.
When it was time to move on, I took a knee in front of her and kissed her belly. My hands reached for the waistband of her pants, paused briefly to make sure I had her panties as well, and then drew them down steadily. She put her hand on my shoulder for balance, and stepped out of them without question. Then she straightened up. Kissing me again, she dipped her head down to kiss and nip at each of my nipples, making me shiver. Her hands unbuckled my belt and eased the zipper down over my straining cock.
Matching what I had done to her, she tugged both my jeans and my boxer briefs down to my thighs, and my cock sprang out to smack against my belly. She nicely paused to kiss its tip before pushing my pants down more. I lifted one foot and then the other and she got them out of the way. Then a quick tug on each foot and my socks were gone.
My cock was level with her face, and her hands wrapped around it instinctively, one gliding up and down while the other cupped my balls. "Oh, God..." she said, "it's so nice! It's been a long time since..."
Unable to finish that thought aloud, she acted instead, taking four inches of my cock into her mouth. One hand gripped the base and tugged, while the other cupped my balls. Clearly, she knew what she was doing, so I just enjoyed the moment, letting her fill her mouth over and over. As she grew in confidence, she set up a steady rhythm, taking me as deeply as she could, pausing at the bottom, and then moving back up to suck the head briefly.
Sensing that she needed some reassurance, I said to her, "God, that feels amazing, Karen. I love the way you do that!" She paused to smile, then resumed.
As much as I wanted her to keep going, I promised to make love to her, not give me a blowjob. "Karen," I said gently, "I want to taste you as well." She looked up at me and nodded.
I helped her up, then turned her so that her back was to the bed. I kissed her neck, and she sighed hungrily. My hands caressed her full breasts. I took each nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and lashing it with my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my head and shifted her feet. I knew that sign, so I let one hand trail down across her hip, then down her belly, trail through her pubic hair, and come to rest cupping her pussy. Heat was radiating from her, and when my fingertips explored her opening, they came away wet.
With that signal, I pushed her gently back to sit on the bed and then knelt between her feet. My hands moved to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. My tongue spread her labia and lapped at her pussy, spreading her moisture all over, opening her up to my attentions. She kept her hands on my shoulders at first, then started stroking my hair.
"God, you taste so good, Karen!"
She smiled shyly down at me and said, "Ned doesn't really..."
