Dog park - Sex Stories

Dog park

... tried not to be too harsh, but I was insistent. I wanted her to be excited but also to feel that she disappointed me and had to make it up to me somehow.

“Well, I just put my hand in pajama bottoms and did it. I was terrified my mom will come in the door. I didn’t really think about anything else.”

“How can you make it sound so boring? What’s the point of standing in front of the mirror if you don’t see anything? Look at yourself while you’re doing it. imagine that it’s somebody else who’s watching you.”

This time she did actually reply, “I’ll try”. It was barely audible, but definitely there.

“I did it. I lowered my pants and looked in the mirror while I did it.” She was positively bubbling with excitement. I found it hilariously adorable. She was so vanilla. So pure when compared to my porn jaded self.

“And what did you think about? Did you have a nice fantasy to go with the action?”

“No, not really. I was too busy listening to noises around the house to be able to concentrate on anything else.”

“But having a good fantasy, a good story to imagine is more than half the fun. At least try to imagine that it’s someone else who’s touching you or that you are looking at some other girl in the mirror. And what about your tits?”

“Umm, what about them?”

“Do you touch them when you masturbate? Do you squeeze them? Pinch your nipples, shake them?”

“No, I just put my hand down there.” Her face was contorted as she considered her failings. ...

... Hah.

“Yesterday I took my breasts out too. I even touched my nipple a little.”

“And how did that feel?”

“OK, I think. It was a little exciting.”

“Are your nipples sensitive? Do they stand up when you touch them?”

“A little. Maybe. I don’t really know.”

“Oh, come on. It’s your own body. How can you not know? Try it. Caress them, wet them, pinch them, pull them. See what works for you. How can you let your partner know what to do if you don’t know yourself?”

She was deep in thought. Where did a partner suddenly appear from?

This evening, her blush was especially deep. She was vibrating with excitement but also finding it very hard to overcome her shame.

“My nipples.”

“Yes?”

“If I pinch them and pull them a little, well, they grow. Like down there. And then if I touch them, it’s really nice.”

“Down there?”

“You know,” she was so cute, trying to find a way to describe her acts and her body without using bluntly sexual term, “My lips and my, my clit.”

“Hmm. Tomorrow I will be going abroad for a week for work. You will not do anything while I’m gone, right?”

She looked like I’ve taken away her favorite toy but she stared down at the ground and mumbled, “No. I’ll wait.”

I came back home a week later, but that evening, I went out with my dog earlier. To keep her on edge.

When I did appear at the dog park the next night, she nearly jumped on me and hugged me, stopping herself at the last second.

I greeted her casually and talked about my trip, ...