It was finally summer. I just moved out of my parents' home and had found an apartment for myself and my best friend Harry, a ninety pound mutt that I had rescued from the local dog pound when I entered high school. He had been my constant and loyal companion for the past five years and there was no way that I was going to leave without him. We had gone everywhere and done everything together, and now that we were out on our own, I needed to find a place for Harry to do his thing, if you know what I mean. At my parent's house, Harry would have the run of two acres of land, so picking up piles of dog shit wasn't a worry. He would head off into the wooded section of our property, do what he had to do, and then come back to play. Now I needed to find a place where we could continue to do what we liked to do…shit wherever we wanted and play. I knew of a park that was within walking distance of where we now lived, but I also knew that it got rather crowded once the day started to warm up. Therefore, Harry and I needed to wake up early to avoid anyone or anything that would disturb our perfect life.
Things went well for the first week. We had the park to ourselves for more than an hour each day, and when other people would start to arrive we would leave. The beginning of the second week, however, brought about a drastic change in our lives. We reached our destination at the usual time, only to find a woman and her dog playing in "our" park. Harry looked up at me with quizzical eyes, then at the two intruders, and then at me once more, as if asking, "What the hell is going on? Who the fuck is that?" I shrugged my shoulders, trying to let him know that there really wasn't anything I could do about it, and that he'd have to cope.
I took the leash off of his collar and let him loose, knowing that at that point in time, taking a dump was his number one priority. Harry headed off to his usual, out of the way spot, lifted his leg and then did what he really had to do, never taking his eyes off of the other dog. I truly expected Harry to stay with me when he was done, but as soon as he finished, he took off in the direction of the woman and her dog.
"Harry. No!" I yelled, but my effort was useless.
Harry covered the distance in seconds, which was no small accomplishment for him. I have to admit that he was a bit overweight, but I had never seen him run so fast in his life, even when he wasn't so generously proportioned. As I trotted over to where the three of them now where, I watched as the woman introduced herself to Harry with a playful rub to his head and affectionate scratch to his chin. After that, Harry made a beeline for her dog, with both of them introducing themselves to each other the way all dogs do, with a lengthy sniff of each other's ass. Once the preliminaries were through, they both took off in some sort of dog contest to see who could run the fastest to nowhere. When I finally reached the woman, she was standing with her back toward me, arms folded in front of herself and watching the two dogs enjoy each other.
"Sorry about that," I said slightly out of breath. "I didn't think he would come over here. He usually listens pretty well."
"That's alright," the woman said as she turned to face me. "Princess seems to be enjoying his company."
As she turned to talk to me, I saw that she was an older woman. I understand "now" that middle-aged isn't old, but it's still a couple of decades spent on earth longer than myself. It was quite apparent that she hadn't expected to meet anyone at the park this early in the morning. Her blond hair was tied back into a short ponytail and she wore no makeup. Her face, however, still exhibited a fresh appearance and attitude. Her less than perfectly proportioned teeth and nose, along with her strikingly high cheeks, may have possibly induced an advertising agency in a time gone by to say that she had a "farm-fresh", natural look. To me, she was sort of cute. The way she was dressed would only add to the marketing campaign which could have been designed for her traits. She was wearing a plaid, worn out, cotton shirt. Its tails were tied in front, exposing a small portion of her stomach. Her belly button was an "inner". A pair of worn, cut-off jeans, that were probably shorter than they should have been and a size too small, covered her ass. Maybe they fit her body a few years ago, when she was a few pounds lighter and a few inches firmer, but now her thighs bulged out slightly at the edge of the pants leg. Calf-high white socks and a pair of hiking boots completed her attire for this morning's excursion with her dog into the park.
At first, she must have forgotten about her appearance, but the longer we talked, exchanging inconsequential pleasantries about the weather and our dogs, and the more she looked at me, the more uncomfortable she seemed to be about how she appeared. She started to fuss with her hair and her clothing the way women do when they think that they look totally unattractive. She pulled at this and poked at that, fidgeted over here and fiddled over there, until finally I couldn't take it anymore. I had to say something.
"Is anything wrong?" I asked.
"I must look horrible," she said bluntly, sounding nervous and awkward. "I…got up late…and…threw on anything that was hanging around so I could get Princess here. I feel like a slob."
"Don't be silly. You look fine. Besides, there's nobody here. Just me and Harry. And he was in a pretty big hurry to come over and see you. You know, he doesn't single out just anyone to be his friend."
"That's right," she said with a smile. "He picked you, didn't he."
"That's right," I confirmed proudly. "And now he's picked you too."
"I think Princess had something to do with that."
We both looked as our two dogs frolicked in the grass without a care in the world.
"Well…maybe," I said, turning to look at her again. Her green eyes nearly matched the color of the grass.
"Not maybe," she said, nodding her head in the direction of our dogs once more. "I'd say definitely."
I turned to see what she was alluding to. Harry was now doing the other thing that dogs are famous for. He was standing behind Princess, his forepaws wrapped tightly around her waist. His hips were pumping back and forth like the driving piston of and old-style locomotive. A stupid, happy grin was painted on his face.
"Harry!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "Cut that out! Harry!"
Once again, my dog paid no attention to what I said. He continued to dry-hump this woman's dog until he wanted to stop. When he finished, Princess happily turned to face him, playfully bent her head down to the ground, and then took off on another run across the field, with Harry puffing behind.
"Sorry about that. He's not being a very good boy today."
"Oh, don't worry about it," she said with a giggle. "She's fixed, just like her master. Besides, I don't think she minded at all. In fact, I think she enjoyed it."
In spite of the fact that she didn't seem to mind seeing her dog get humped by some stranger's, I felt somewhat uncomfortable. I prayed that Harry would control himself until I could collar him and take him home. Thankfully, he never did catch up to Princess again.
The woman told me that she was married and had three children. Her husband was at work and the kids had just left the other day and were visiting relatives out of state for three weeks. She didn't work, so most of her day was spent at home with the dog. I told her about my current situation, how I worked evenings, and that Harry was my one and only best friend.
"No girlfriend?"
"I've got Harry for now."
"That doesn't sound right," she said with a laugh.
"Hey," I said playfully. "Who do you think taught him those moves?" I said, as I held my hands out into the air in front of myself and pitched my hips back and forth.
"Wow," she said as she continued to laugh. "You're form is very good."
We both continued to chuckle as our dogs finally decided that they had run around long enough for the day. The four of us gathered together as a few more people began to enter the park. I collared Harry first, putting his leash on and holding him by my side. Princess was a bit more tired and decided to lay down a few yards away from us. The woman elected to leash her dog while she lounged on the ground. She went over to her dog, and instead of squatting down, she spread her legs and bent over at her waist to harness her tired pet. Standing behind her, Harry and I both stared at the pleasant view she offered to us. The legs of her shorts rose up on her chubby thighs, revealing temporary, red marks which had been pressed into them. The seam that went down the middle of the backside of her pants strained to stay together as her ass expanded to its fullest size. On the right side of her ass, the line of her panty dissected her right cheek squarely in the middle. The left side was a different story. The edge of her panty was no where to be seen, buried somewhere deep inside the crack of her ass.
"Let me show you my dog moves now," I thought to myself.
I wasn't paying very close attention to Harry when suddenly he moved forward, trying to put his nose into the crack of her ass as he sniffed the air feverishly. I luckily pulled at his already shortened leash, stopping his advance with barely an inch to spare. He gagged and coughed as he sat, looking up at me and wondering what the hell I did that for. In spite of my silent, but energetic, fist-shaking admonishment, he continued to sniff the air frantically in her direction, and once more in my life I wished that I was a dog. Finally, she had her dog collared and she straightened up. The seam of her cut-offs now disappeared into the same dark crevasse that had swallowed the left side of her panty. Both cheeks of her ass were now delightfully obvious. I could only imagine the loud sound that would resonate from a perfectly placed slap. As she turned to face me, she pulled the legs of her shorts back down. We smiled at each other, and I wondered if we were smiling about the same thing.
We both lived in the same direction, so we walked together for a few blocks. When we reached the street where we would go our separate ways, Harry and Princess seemed to not want to part. As we both pulled our dogs along, she turned and called back to me.
