Dog park - Sex Stories

Dog park

... her nipples. When the silence lingered, she suddenly realized what she was doing and she quickly lowered her top and tried to stuff her tits back under it.

“How was it playing doggy?”

She looked up at me from her knees. “It was nice. It was easier to hold this position than it was when doing it on my knees.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. It felt a little different. The way my breasts were hanging, the way I had to stretch my hands to reach my pussy.”

“And?”

She had nothing to add. When I remained silent, she reached for her top, raised it above her tits and then started to play with her nipples.

“Please, what will I do tonight?”

“I told you. if you can’t tell, you will have to show. I’m running out of patience. If you can’t give me a satisfying de***********ion of how you masturbate, then I want to see it.”

Scored another. She was on her knees, playing with her tits without any prodding from my side, but all of a sudden the stakes were at quite a different level. Her hands froze in place, partially covering her breasts, her mouth slightly open.

“Here?” she whispered.

Good. She was talking terms, not impossibilities.

“You can do it here if you like. We can also go to my place. It’s just a few minutes away.”

She considered. I think her initial reaction was the easiest one for her. To talk about the location and not about the actual act. But now the discussion has moved on. By having to think about where the act will take place, her performing the ...

... act was taken as a given.

She looked around the park, trying to assess the visibility and lines of sight, listened to the voices coming from the nearby street and houses. Finally she seemed to reach a decision. She swallowed and then said very softly, “Your place?”

I just nodded and then stood up, whistled for my dog and started walking. She scrambled to get up, organize her breasts back in her top, collect her dog and follow me. She was panting slightly when she caught up to me but then continued walking silently a step behind me. She kept looking around furtively when we entered the well-lit hall of my apartment building. When we entered the elevator with our two dogs running between our feet she couldn’t decide where to face; I was standing to one side and on the back wall there was a large mirror that would force her to face herself.

She hesitated on the doorstep of my apartment, but after a few seconds stepped inside and allowed me to close the door behind her.

I went into the living room and sat on the couch. Not a word was uttered by either one of us since she asked to come here. She came to a stop on the rug in front of me and stood there fidgeting.

I gave her a slight smile and gestured with my hand that she may proceed with the show.

The moment of truth has come. She looked around her, probably not really seeing anything. Her hands fluttered over her clothes, as if considering their removal, practicing these momentous motions. She opened her mouth ...