This is my personal story which started when I decided to enter my Labrador puppy into Championship shows and my encounter with an older, charismatic mentor, Cliff. He is 46. I am 25 this year and graduated from college 3 years back. I was a contracted model when I was in college and upon graduation with a Bsc in Math, I set up a small education centre where I specialize in teaching the subject to high school students. It has been my job since.
If you have yet to read the first part of the story, please do, I promise you will not regret it. If you are looking for a sexy story that is to the point, do read my Part 2 which detailed one of our romps in his car. This story here is longer and it details the romantic start of our relationship, however there is no sex.
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Today was the National Dog Show and it was going to be an exciting competition. It was the determining match if Passion, Cliff's dog was able to become the overall champion of the year. Cliff mentored my dog's shows and Passion was the father of the Labrador puppy he had sold me.
As for me, all I could focus on was Joy running in the ring with her handler. My heart was palpitating. I wanted to win so badly. The last two shows Joy had not performed well enough and this was already the last show of the year. "Give me the moment, baby," I prayed silently. If we could win, this would be the best Christmas gift I would have this year.
My boyfriend was with me today so I suspected that was the reason why Cliff kept his distance. He kept conversations with me to a bare minimum, and even if he told me anything, it was purely dog-show related. He chose to surround himself with his two dog handlers, strategising and overseeing his three show dogs. One of them showing that day was Joy's sibling. As I watched him hustle, sometimes frowning over something that bothered him, my heart fluttered. I could not help admiring him for his hardworking nature and this level of perseverance.
There was once I quizzed him why he bothered to trudge on when the dog shows were just his hobby.
"You already have a successful business," I pointed out.
"Well, if there isn't someone like me with this love to breed outstanding Labradors, you wouldn't have Joy right? I want people to have the choice, you know when they buy puppies, they can go to a responsible breeder that cares for his dogs' health, lineage, temperament, structure. There is more than money in life, Elisa."
Cliff's eyes were always brimming with passion when he spoke of his dogs. I got jealous at times like that. When we were getting nasty in his bed or the backseat of his car, he never looked at me that way. It was simply pure lust which he ended with an orgasm and then a smoke.
Such thoughts were damaging. I was careless with my heart, damn me. I did intend on having some reckless fun with him and then moving on... but now...
My boyfriend squeezed my palm in an assuring manner. I think he caught my brows furrowing as I gazed intently at the Labradors lining up. Joy was in the middle. The handlers were all doing their best to position their dogs in the most flattering manner. The judge paced up and down, thinking hard. My shoulders twitched and I drew in a sharp breath. Then we watched as the judge strode towards my handler and extended his hand towards him.
"Yes!" My boyfriend and I both shouted in unison. I let out a sigh of relief and smiled broadly. Joy had won Champion in the junior group. Cliff came towards us and congratulated me.
I was over the moon but I could not help feeling a tinge of disappointment. I had expected Cliff to show more happiness than simply a smile. After all those Sunday afternoons we spent training hard with our dogs and then our secret romps afterwards, I thought I would mean a little more to him than a word of congratulations.
The thoughts did not have time to permeate. I was ushered onto the stage to take a photo with Joy and the judge. I was back to brimming with pride and happiness again while holding onto the coveted trophy.
This intense happiness persisted till the dog show came to an end at 8pm. Cliff's dogs won well in the local show but did not perform well in the international one. He would be having dinner with his dog handlers before sending them off to the airport for them to return to their individual countries.
I went over to Cliff and asked cheerily, "I am coming along right?"
"Coming along for?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"The dinner with you and your handlers," I replied.
