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Dog park

... several times, as if wanting to say something, but stalled each time.

In the end, she managed to say something, “Do I have to?”

“Of course not.” Her posture visibly relaxed. “You can go home now and not touch yourself.” That got her thinking again.

In the end, she nodded to herself and then reached for her tights and started to lower them.

I was ecstatic and it took considerable effort on my part to remain seated with a neutral expression on my face as though it didn’t matter to me either way.

She lowered her pants and panties just below the point where her legs met. She then wetted a finger and started to trace it from the bottom of her slit to the top.

I couldn’t see very much with the way her legs were closed and how her brown pubic curls obscured most of her labia that were peeking between her legs. Never mind. It was a good start.

She just stood her. The only thing moving was her finger tracing her lips and occasionally stopping to rub her clit. With time her finger started moving with more energy and her breath became deeper and less regular. Her hips were also rocking slightly. Her showing was not much better than her telling, but I was very happy to be there and help her improve.

When her finger started to apply some pressure and concentrate on her little nub and her breathing was punctuated with small gasps and moans I finally broke the silence, “Look at me.”

She raised her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes widened when they met mine and ...

... her breath stuttered. Her finger stopped for a little while but then renewed its movement with increased vigor accompanied by deeper moans coming from deep within her heaving chest.

Then, her finger stopped and remained tightly pressed into her crotch which was thrust forward as if to meet it. She took a shuddering breath and her legs shook. Her eyes were glazed and although they were turned towards me, there was no awareness in them.

Her orgasm lasted for close to half a minute. When her tremors started to decrease, she again became aware of where she was. Her hand went from pressing against her clit to being spread to try and preserve some modesty. Her hips went from thrust forward to pushed back and her shoulders hunched forward as if she was trying to curl in on herself.

I offered her a slight smile and she straightened herself and pulled her pants back up.

I remained silent and let her stew for another minute, standing in front of me in the middle of my living room. When I rose from the couch, she shied back, but I just went past her and walked out of the living room to open the apartment’s door. Again she had to scramble to follow me and collect her dog after my obvious dismissal.

The next evening, she was again tense and quiet while I acted nonchalant and chatted, mostly with myself. After the dogs lost interest, having sniffed all the required bits of anatomy and park furniture, I collected my dog and made my way towards the park’s gate. She was left ...