Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... constitutional…what do you say?” She came to me, and Alli stood up and leaned back, resting her ass against the counter, the heels of her hands on the edge, her back arched. This had the very welcome effect of thrusting her tits and pelvis forward, and I was torn between admiring those very erect, pink nipples on her firm, perfect boobs, or ogling the way her tights stretched tautly over her mound, the wet fabric nestling into her crevice to display a wonderful little camel toe. I resolved my dilemma by keeping my eyes moving and admiring both…or all three, as the case may be! She blew me a kiss. “Hurry back!” As if I needed those instructions; at this point I’d gladly take Ruby out and squeeze her like a tube of toothpaste if I thought it would speed the process along! “C’mon girl, let’s go – and no dawdling, you understand?” Alli laughed. “Oh, let her walk a little and get some fresh air! I’m sure I can think of something to occupy myself until you get back.” I groaned as we exited the door. “That’s what I’m afraid of! No cheating – any orgasm you have when I’m not around does not count toward your total…that’s in the rule book.” She laughed again. “That’s all right – I can afford to lose a few points, because I can still easily beat you.” “You don’t know that – the wonders of modern medicine and all.” “Just go! I’ll be upstairs.” We went out, and Ruby immediately ran out into the lawn and peed, which was a good sign for both her degree of control and housebreaking, and for ...

... a possibly brief trip outside tonight. We strolled on down the block a ways, Ruby unchained but staying close to me as she sniffed every tree, shrub, and blade of grass in sight, getting to know her new neighborhood. I carried a leash in my hand, in case it was needed, but it proved unnecessary as she checked back with me every couple of minutes, seeking reassurance that I was still with her and a bit of petting and attention each time. She showed absolutely no desire to run off, or go anywhere she shouldn’t At the small wooded area at the end of the street she wandered a few feet into the trees and brush to take care of her business. I waited, enjoying the peace and quiet, the slight breeze out of the west scented with sage from the prairie and pine from the mountains beyond, fresh and crisp. Tiny crystals of frost glittered on the few brown and curled leaves remaining on the trees and bushes, and crunched on the dry grasses underfoot. When Ruby came out she shook the moisture and a bit of debris off her back and then came over and looked up at me expectantly. I went down on one knee to scratch her ears and ruffle up the thick, shining coat around her neck and shoulders, feeling her sleek frame beneath. When I stood up I praised her and told her what a good girl she was, and she wagged her tail proudly as we turned back toward home. Arriving, I held the door open while she ran in and then followed. I shed shoes, jacket, and gloves, leaving me in just my costume tights – top ...