Tonya slipped the key into the backdoor lock and let herself into her neighbor's house. She pulled an earbud out and whistled for the little old beagle her neighbor Mr. Wayne was paying her to watch. To be fair, she loved the little grey-haired beauty and would have done it for free. The fact that Mr. Wayne Lewis was so good-looking meant she wouldn't have said no even if she didn't like Bella.
Wayne Lewis had moved into his mother's house when she got sick a year ago. Sadly she passed away a few months later, but Wayne decided to stay. Tonya was very happy about that and enjoyed many hours of watching him through her window while he worked hard to clean the overgrown yard. Her mother would often invite him to dinner or send him a plate of food, which Tonya always volunteered to run over to him despite how he flustered her.
She was a little embarrassed to admit that she had taken pictures of him while he was outside cutting the grass and sent them to her friends. They all agreed that for an older man, he was quite delicious. He couldn't be any more than twenty years older. Not that his age bothered her. Mr. Lewis had starred in quite a few of her fantasies and brought her to so many orgasms.
He had become her go-to lately. Especially after the first night of walking Bella, she found his cologne on the bathroom counter and spritzed herself with it. That night she placed the t-shirt on her body pillow and climbed on top. She closed her eyes and allowed his scent to fill her mind. At that moment, it was no longer her pillow, it had become Wayne. Her hands roamed over her body and pretended they were his. Fingers gripped her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure as she began to ride it, rubbing her clit over the pillow until she came, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
She blushed thinking of it but thought after spending time here, she would go home and do it again. No one would be home this time, so she wouldn't have to be quiet.
Bella came bounding into the kitchen, bouncing, and yipping as most beagles do. "Ooh, Bella girl! How are you doing, sweet girl?" Tonya said, dropping down on her knees, nuzzling the older dog. "Who's ready for a walk?" Bella answered with a loud howl and ran for the backdoor.
An hour later, Tonya burst through the backdoor carrying a now muddy Bella. She had slipped her lead and ran for the pond and its extremely muddy banks. "Stupid ducks. Oh, Bella, you are not the sweetest girl."
Bella wined in response. "Don't be cute with me now."
Tonya kicked off her muddy shoes and pulled her socks off one-handed, all while fighting a wiggling Bella. "No way, little lady, you are going straight to the bath."
She tiptoed to the bathroom, kicked the bathmat out of the way, and set her on the floor. Tonya picked the mat up by her thumb and forefinger, opened the bathroom door, and tossed the mat out into the hallway. That was all Bella needed. She darted from the room and ran straight for Wayne's bedroom.
"Oh, Jesus, Bella, no!"
By the time Tonya made it into his bedroom, Bella had had the zoomies all across his bed. Mud was everywhere, and the little beagle was lying belly up, wiggling against Wayne's pillows. With her hands on her hips and her brow furrowed in frustration, Tonya crossed the bedroom, scooped up the muddy dog, and took her back to the bathroom.
~*~
Wayne pulled into his driveway and laid his head back against the seat. He was so glad to be home a day early. The conference had been long and boring with a lot of people congratulating themselves. All he wanted to do now was shower and lay in his bed until sleep finally took him.
He walked up to the backdoor and saw that the light in the kitchen was on. 'Tonya must be here to tend to Bella,' he thought, hesitating to go inside.
He was excited to see Bella but hesitant to see Tonya alone in his house without prying eyes. She was only eighteen, and she flustered him. There was no denying how sexy and sweet she was. There was also no denying how often she made his cock hard. He knew her parents would soon find him rude since he ran out of their house whenever they invited him for dinner. Sitting at their supper table making small talk while Tonya sat across from him, randomly touching his leg with her toes, took all of his self-control. There was no way he could sit through drinks or God forbid, get in the pool where the clingy trunks would show his desires.
Wayne stood on his porch with his keys in his hand thinking back to the day he left. She had been outside with a few friends, dancing and carrying on as girls do. Her squeals of delight and laughter flowed through his open window, and staying in the shadows, Wayne peeked out across the street at her. Within seconds his dick was hard, straining against his boxers. When she bent over at the waist with her legs spread and shook her ass towards his house, it pushed him over the edge.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had his cock out. It was already leaking and throbbing before Wayne began the first stroke. She turned and looked at his house, and without her knowledge, they locked eyes before she turned, bent again, sliding her hand over her ass and almost between her legs. His cock was rock hard. Wayne spat in his hand and gripped it tightly, jerking up and down quickly, losing all the control he had built over the years, and came in seconds.
That was not the first time Tonya had made him cum like he had when he was eighteen and took his girlfriend out on their first date. Fumblings in the backseat, and he had shot all over her panties. That ruined their night, and he made it a point to learn control.
Something this girl seemed to take from him without even knowing it.
Wayne's dick stirred at the memory, and he debated getting back in his car and going for a drive until she left. 'This is stupid, it's my house,' he said, giving himself a pep talk. 'Surely you can behave yourself long enough to pay her and send her home.'
The backdoor was unlocked, but Wayne knocked to get her attention and then called out as he walked through the door so he didn't startle her. "Tonya, you here? I'm home early."
As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed that her black sneakers and a pair of socks were on the floor by the door. They were both covered in mud.
"Tonya, what happened to your shoes?"
He set his stuff down on the table and walked further into the house. "Tonya?" Little tippy-tappy sounds greeted him as Bella ran down the hallway. She was dancing and shaking when she came into the room. "Hiya, good girl." Wayne squatted down, took Bella's face in his hands, and kissed her. "How's my good girl? You smell good. Where's your collar?" He stood up and looked on the counter, but there was no sign of her bright red collar and tags.
"Bella, where's Tonya? Is she here?" he asked and walked down the hallway. Bella pranced in front of him and ran straight to his bedroom and then back out in the hallway. Wayne froze for a moment, trying to figure out why Tonya would be in his bedroom. He liked her and hoped she wasn't snooping or that she wasn't in there with some boy.
He suddenly felt a pang of jealousy and then scolded himself. 'I'm thirty-eight years old, why the hell do you feel jealousy over a teenage girl?'
The beagle ran to him and back inside the room again, her tail wagging excitedly. "I'm coming," he mumbled to Bella but then called out again before stepping into his room, "Tonya?"
What greeted him was not something he had prepared to see. Tonya was sprawled across his bed, asleep. Her hair was damp, and she was lying on her stomach. The t-shirt she had on had pulled up, giving him a clear shot of her perfectly round ass because she had nothing on underneath. At least not on the bottom half.
Wayne took in her long, slender, yet shapely legs. She played volleyball and ran track so that would explain how flawless they were. His eyes continued to roam down her body to her perfectly painted toes.
Everything about her bare body was perfect, and he needed to see more. There had been times when he had seen her in her bedroom window with only a bra and panties on. He was almost ashamed to admit that he begged her to take it off. Of course, she never heard him, and Tonya had never taken it off. The first time he caught her in her bra and panties was the first time he had lost control and stroked his dick right then and there. Wayne had come so hard that time that even his toes curled.
His cock was so hard and seemed to be leading him to his bed. Why else was he suddenly standing a foot away from her? He forced himself to stop, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he took in the whole scene with a little more clarity. His comforter was gone, as were his pillowcases. There was a strong hint of citrus, and his mother's bulky rug shampooer was in the corner. His mind started whirling, and then the dryer buzzed from down the hall.
Wayne looked down at Bella and back to Tonya. "This was your doing, wasn't it? I know it was." She had the grace to look sheepish and trotted out of the room.
At that moment, Tonya made a soft sound, and her knee bent, spreading her legs and exposing her soft pale pink gift. Wayne's hand moved down to his jeans and adjusted himself. His cock was straining against them to the point of uncomfortableness. Her hips lifted slightly as if offering herself to him, and all he could think of doing was sliding between her legs and burying himself dip into her pussy.
Instead, he took a step forward, laid his hand on her ankle, and gave her a gentle shake. "Tonya, I'm home."
~*~
Tonya stretched her body out long, with arms above her head and toes spread. She rolled over, and that's when her eyes popped open. Standing beside the bed, looking down at her, was Wayne Lewis.
