She was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams, and just sitting in the same room was enough to excite me. Her low cut top allowed a generous view of her full, braless breasts every time she bent over, and I got the impression she was well aware of the display she was providing for me. It took every ounce of strength to keep my eyes above chest level. All through dinner I'd had to hide the bulge in my pants, hoping my desire wasn't obvious. The prior day's encounter in the yard seemed like a dream.
I remember finishing my wine and noticing it had a slightly bitter taste to it. Then things got very confused.
"You've been a very good boy so far," she said, "but it's time for doggy to learn some new tricks." I didn't know what she meant by doggy, but whatever she had in mind seemed fine to me.
"Stand up!" I did what I was told without hesitation, and it made her smile. I liked the fact that she approved of me.
"Don't you know that doggies don't wear human clothes? Take them all off." I hardly remember undressing, but it seemed like within seconds I was feeling the cool air on my naked body, my cock stiffly at attention.
"It's good that you show proper respect," she said as she studied my engorged member. She shifted her chair back from the table.
"Come here!"
She spread her legs apart as she remained seated, indicating that I should stand between her naked thighs, exposed as they were by her short skirt. The girlish scent of her body made me shiver in anticipation.