You Mae Loving Fun

Author's Note: As always, my thanks to Eclecticwoman818 for her help with correcting my grammatical errors and suggestions with plot development and continuity. Please vote for my stories. Obviously 5 star ratings are wonderful for my ego, but all votes are appreciated. Comments are also always welcome. Thanks for reading.

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I walk my dog a lot. She goes for a 15 minute walk before I go to work and at least a 20 minute walk when I get home. On weekends, it's usually ½ hour in the morning and another 20 minute plus walk in the evening, plus frequent other excursions to the farmer's market or to work with me. And on Sundays, we always spend about an hour and a half walking the trails at the local park. As a result of all this, with me clearly as the leader of our little "pack", she is a remarkably well behaved, well mannered and happy puppy.

It was on one of our evening walks on a Friday in the early spring, with the weather starting to turn warm and daylight lasting until after suppertime, that a car pulled up along side of us and, as the passenger side window lowered, I heard a female voice call out "Excuse me, can I ask you a question?" I bent down to look through the window and recognized my neighbor from down the street who I knew on sight, but couldn't recall ever having had a conversation with.

"Sure", I replied, "What can I help you with?"

"I've often noticed you walking and your dog seems to be so well trained. I'm considering getting a dog and was wondering where you took her for training."

I smiled at that "Well, what she knows, she's learned from me although I'm not sure it meets the definition of "training" since she only knows "sit" "stay" and "come". Mostly I've used the techniques I've gleaned from watching the guy on the National Geographic channel and understanding that it's more about being the leader than it is about teaching "commands".

While she considered my answer, we walked around to the drivers' side "By the way, my name is Rich, and this is Kasey. She's kind of an indeterminate breed, but I tell people that mom was a boxer and dad was a handsome stranger."

She chuckled at that description, and then extended her hand through the window. "I'm Angela, and I've got a few other questions, but I suppose I shouldn't block traffic. My house is at the end of the block on the other side of the street. Would it be an inconvenience to meet me there so we can talk some more?"

After I assured her it would be fine, she pulled off toward her driveway, and we followed. As we approached, I allowed Kasey a bit more lead as she wanted to sniff and get to know who this person was. I'm not sure what Kasey thought, but what I observed was an attractive woman, about 5'-3" tall and maybe 125 lbs. She seemed as though she was probably in her mid 40's although she could certainly pass as younger.

"First of all, let me offer my condolences on the passing of your wife. Your neighbor Dave told me about it, and as I'm a widow, I can certainly relate to what you're going through."

"Thanks", I said. "Although a sudden passing is a shock, I think it's still preferable to a lingering illness"

A sudden cloud seemed to pass over her face as she said how true that was, but it quickly passed, and she asked if I'd mind coming in so she could kick off her shoes and change out of her work clothes.

"As long as you don't mind if Kasey comes in, I'm fine with that."

"Oh, no" she replied "if I'm going to get a dog, I'd better get used to having one inside."

We followed her inside and while she went to change, I took a seat on the sofa and Kasey sniffed around for a bit before she came over and sat by my feet. When Angela reappeared, she had changed from her navy blue pants suit, ruffled white blouse and 1" heels to a pair of shorts, a faded t-shirt from some band I had seen years before and bare feet. She took a seat in an overstuffed wing chair opposite me.

"I've decided that I'm tired of coming home to an empty house every night and have finally convinced myself that I should get a pet", she said. "I'm allergic to cats, but dogs don't seem to bother me, so I've been looking in a couple of the pet stores and have seen some of the cutest puppies, but since I've never owned a dog before, I think I should get some advice."

After considering this for a couple of moments, I asked, "Are you home a lot?"

She replied that she worked a full week but other than that she was usually home as she didn't date much since she hadn't met anyone she was interested in since her husband had died.

"Well, my advice would be to reconsider a puppy since they rarely come housebroken and quite often will chew anything they can get their needle sharp little teeth into when left to their own devices. My personal feeling is that you may be better off getting a more adult dog which has a better chance of being potty trained, will be less likely to chew everything in sight and has the added benefit of having a somewhat developed personality so you can have a better idea about how the dog will behave."

She thought about this for a couple of minutes then seemed to realize the logic involved.

"Where would I find a more adult dog, and how would I know if it's right for me? I'm afraid that I'll fall in love with a cute one, and it will turn out to be a devil."

"If you'd like, I'd be happy to accompany you. There's at least two shelters nearby and since I used to volunteer at one, I know most of the staff there and know a couple of people at the other one if they're working tomorrow. May I also suggest that we bring Kasey along since she has a tendency to avoid dogs which are too high strung or aggressive."

We agreed to meet at her house at 11 AM the next day and as we left, she thanked me with a warm smile and said she hoped she wasn't imposing on my weekend. I assured her it was fine and that I would see her in the morning. As I walked back up the street I thought that this was an unexpected but intriguing turn of events.

Saturday morning as we were finishing our early walk and passing Angela's house, she appeared on her front porch holding a cup of coffee and waved.

"Can I interest you I in a cup?"

"That sounds wonderful" I replied and followed her inside.

While she poured my coffee, I couldn't help but notice how attractive her legs were, firm and toned without a hint of cellulite. They ended at what can only be described as a gorgeous ass. The same description would apply to a woman half her age. I reminded myself that staring is considered impolite, but I was a split second slow in averting my eyes and I was sure that I had been caught. Angela said nothing as she handed me my coffee, but there seemed to be a slight self-satisfied smile on her lips. We chatted about everything, and nothing for about a half an hour before I said I should be going to take care of a few things before our excursion.

Before leaving, I cautioned her that there was no need for her to adopt a dog that day if she didn't find one she was absolutely in love with. She assured me she was always very cautious about life changing decisions.

"OK" I said, "I just didn't want you to think you had to get a dog just because you brought me along."

Kasey and I returned a couple of hours later, and we all piled into Angela's car and headed out. We looked around at the first shelter, took a couple out for a walk to see how they behaved, but didn't find anything she was comfortable with or felt a connection to. We then went to the shelter where I used to volunteer as a dog walker and we walked around until she met a husky-shepard mix named Rufus. He's actually a very nice dog and luckily, he and Kasey are friends, having met at the park where another volunteer takes him for walks on Sunday mornings. After walking the dogs together and letting them play together in the play yard, Angela announced that she thought she had found the dog she wanted. I told her that I knew this dog and explained how, but that I hadn't said anything because I didn't want to influence her decision.

While Angela filled out the paperwork and paid the fee, I asked the staff not to tell my volunteer friend who adopted Rufus, just that he had finally gotten a home. I also asked them to be sure to have her take a dog to the park the next day as usual.

As we walked out the door, I told Angela "You're going to have to do one thing tomorrow. You have to come to the park with Kasey and me and surprise my friend. She'll be happy he got adopted, but she'll also be sad he got adopted. This way she'll see that he got a good home with someone who will obviously care about him, and she'll be much happier."

She thought that was a wonderful idea and agreed to come along. Before we let the dogs in the back of the car, I told her to have her dog sit before opening the door and not to allow him to enter before she said it was OK. She did as I asked and after a couple of false starts, Rufus waited to be given permission before he hopped in. As she started the car, Angela asked why I had had her do that, and I explained that she needed to establish control right from the start if she wanted to avoid problems in the future. Chuckling, she asked if I had to be in control of everything in my life.

"Oh yes, all my girlfriends are only allowed to wear thigh high stockings and high heels and nothing else around the house...well, unless they are cooking and in that case they are allowed to wear an apron."

She saw the grin on my face and punched me playfully on the arm "You are such a wiseass.". "

"Guilty as charged" I replied.

After a stop at the local pet store to pick up the needed supplies; food, food bowl, bed, treats and toys, we returned to Angela's. Before unloading the car and allowing Rufus to enter the house, we took the dogs for a long walk so that he could get used to the neighborhood and so Angela could become comfortable walking him. She asked me why we went for a walk before going inside.

"Two reasons", I replied. "First it reinforces that you are the leader and make the decisions, and second because like the lady says on the commercial 'A tired dog is a good dog.'".

At the end of our walk, I helped her get the supplies inside and determined the best places for the food bowl and bed. Before I left, I told her that I would pick her up about 9:00 in the morning for our trip to the park. She thanked me for my help and gave me a tight hug that lingered a bit allowing me to enjoy the sensation of her soft breasts pressed tight to my chest. After she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, Kasey and I headed home.

During our walk up to my house, I kept telling myself that it was just an appreciative hug and not to read anything into it, but it had been so long since I felt what I felt while it was happening, and I secretly hoped it meant more than it seemed. That entire evening it was hard to concentrate on anything as my mind kept drifting back to the hug, the feelings it stirred and if it could possibly mean what I hoped it might.

The next morning we arrived at the park early and I asked Angela to take one fork of the trail and to wait out of sight near where the trail rejoined. My friend arrived moments later and proceeded to tell me that Rufus had gotten adopted and that although she was happy he did, she was sad she wouldn't get to see him anymore.

As we approached the point where the trails rejoined, Angela stepped into view and my friend screamed "RUFUSSSS...".

The dog practically dragged Angela over to where we were. I grinned and introduced the two ladies to each other and, as we walked along the trail, I explained how things came to pass. As we were leaving the park, Angela smiled at me and told me that she thought it was very sweet that I made sure my friend knew Rufus was in a good situation. The look in her eyes as she spoke set my mind to racing once again.

Over the next couple of weeks, we walked together whenever our schedules would allow and as we developed a closer friendship, it seemed our flirting became more frequent as well. I never pursued my feelings as I wanted nothing to come between our budding friendship. But a brief touch here, and a slightly risqué comment there, had my mind reeling and caused me to spend more than a few nights masturbating to thoughts of Angela. I kept telling myself that I was old enough to be her father and that she was far too attractive to be interested in an old man like me.

The next Friday I got a text while at work: "I got off work early. Would u like to come over for dinner tonite?"

I replied that I certainly would, and could I bring anything?

"Nope...just u...c u at 6" came the reply.

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon was not very productive for me at work. I hurried home at the end of the day, changed my shirt and got Kasey out for her walk.

We had been spending so much time together that I had taken to just knocking lightly on Angela's door and then just opening it and letting myself in. Today however, the door was locked and as I waited for her to open it, I just assumed she had forgotten to unlock it when she got home. When she did finally open the door, my jaw dropped to my shoe tops and I'm sure my eyes bugged out of my head like a cartoon. Angela stood in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh highs and the highest heels I had ever seen her in. She also had on what looked like a French maid's apron.

"Well, I'm cooking" she explained.

"You ... you ...you look so incredibly hot" I stammered "That's quite possibly the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"Do you really like the look?" she asked as she did a slow pirouette "I got tired of waiting for you to make the first move, and I figured that neither of us is getting any younger. Then I remembered your comment the day we got Rufus, so I figured I'd call the old smartass' bluff. And before you ask, NO I've never done anything like this before...although I have to admit I found the thrill of dressing like this quite a turn-on, and the look on your face was absolutely priceless."

I reached out and pulled her to me, wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight as I pressed my lips hard to hers. She met the kiss with an open mouth, and our tongues danced a waltz to the tune of desire and need. When we broke the kiss, I brushed her hair from her neck and kissed, nipped and sucked along it. Catching her earlobe between my teeth, I tugged it lightly before running the tip of my tongue around her ear. My hands slid down her back and as I untied her apron, I whispered "I don't think you'll be cooking for a little while."

Angela responded by slipping her hand between us and finding my cock and stroking it through my shorts "Ooooh...it feels like you REALLY do like my outfit."

After a few more minutes of kissing and groping like teenagers in heat, she led me back toward her bedroom. She stopped at the threshold and looked up at me. "I think it's only fair to tell you that I'm not real experienced as far as sexual positions and techniques go...but I've grown to trust you and I'm willing to do anything you ask and I do mean anything. Just tell me what you want and maybe explain what you want me to do and I'll try and please you. I want nothing more in this world than to give you the utmost pleasure."

Her confession and willingness almost made me cry as I hugged her tight before scooping her up in my arms and carrying her across to lay her gently on the bed.

Standing by the bed, I quickly stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and shed my shorts. Climbing onto the end of the bed, I spread her legs slightly and let my eyes slowly roam up her body until my eyes met hers. "Do you mind that I shaved down there?" she asked softly, "I did it hoping you'd like it."

"It's beautiful", I replied "just like the rest of you"

I lifted her right leg and brushed my lips along her stocking sheathed calf, then kissed behind her knee and slowly up her inner thigh. I lingered to pay special attention to the exposed skin just above the top of her stockings. Her quiet moans and sighs told me more than any words. Easing her legs further apart, I nipped at the tendon where her hip meets her thigh, and then brushed my lips along her glistening labia. Her scent was intoxicating... delicate and not overpowering. After dragging my tongue slowly along the length of her slit, my fingers spread her petals and my tongue teased her clit. Louder moans interspersed with "yesssssssssssss" encouraged me as my tongue slowly circled her clit and then flicked rapidly across it.

I looked up through her cleavage and saw her eyes half closed while her hand squeezed her breast and toyed with her nipple. Smiling to myself, I pressed my face tighter to her pussy and drew her clit between my tightly pursed lips. Squeezing it tightly between them, I slid a finger inside her slick canal, sliding it slowly in and out before adding a second finger. I spread my fingers apart, stretching her open and then wiggled them up and down alternately before curling my fingers and rubbing across the top of her pussy.

When I found her g-spot, she gasped and jerked slightly. I concentrated on rubbing that spot as I sucked harder on her clit and grazed it with my teeth. I felt her reach down and hold my head tight as she moaned "oh, goddd that feels good." Releasing her clit, I slid my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue.

Working my tongue in and out, varying the pace, I pressed my slicked index finger against her rosebud and slowly worked it into the first knuckle. As I moved my finger and tongue I heard her moans intensify "OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh shit...I'm gonna cum".

I pressed my finger in to the second knuckle and as I did, her body began to buck and spasm, thrashing wildly and jerking me around like an out of control amusement park ride. Her juices flowed freely into my mouth as I held on as best I could. Suddenly, her hips and ass lifted off the bed before her body stiffened and then collapsed back to the mattress. As I licked and sucked to clean up as much of her delicious nectar as I could, my mustache would occasionally tickle her clit and trigger a mini-aftershock.

When I moved up to stretch out beside her, Angela snuggled close and laid her head on my chest. As I stroked her hair, I could tell she was crying quietly.

"Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I? The last thing I ever intended was for you to be upset."

"No" she sniffed as she hugged me tight "It's just that I've only had three lovers before you, and none of them ever caused me to orgasm like that. It just overwhelmed me, that's all."

I smiled and kissed the top of her head "Well, if you're willing to risk it, perhaps this old dog can teach you a few new tricks."

"If that's the reward, I'm willing to risk almost anything."

I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. After moving a couple of pillows behind me, I told Angela to come and straddle me, facing towards me. When she did, she reached down to guide my cock toward her pussy.

"Not yet." I whispered hoarsely.

I wrapped my arms around her and eased her back slightly as I leaned forward and licked slowly up through her cleavage. Catching her nipple between my teeth, I moved back slightly, stretching her breast as my hips rocked slightly, moving my shaft against her clit.

"I used to love when my husband sucked my boobs, but he never stimulated the rest of me like that at the same time.", she whispered breathlessly.

I focused my attention on her breasts, stimulating her nipples with my lips, tongue and breath. When her nipples were fully erect and hard as a rock, I bit her left one sharply, causing her to jump a bit and then grind herself against my shaft.

"Put it in, let me feel you around me." I told her.

Angela reached down and guided my swollen member to her opening and slowly lowered herself down. I laid back as my cock disappeared into her and smiled up at her. I reached up and pinched and twisted her nipples as she discovered the best way to move for the greatest pleasure.