Evening Walk

Ann has noticed me with my Doberman on evening walks. We set out around the same time and usually nod or smile at each other when we pass. It is my Doberman that caught her interest at first. My dog is a show dog and because of Patra, Ann took a very keen interest in my dog. Patra is Ann’s darling canine companion. It Is time for Patra to get a mate, she thought of my dog. Ann knew where I lived; She had seen me turn into the iron gates many times. Entering the small yard, she looks around for my Doberman. When nothing came tearing towards her, Ann tentatively advanced to the front door and rang the bell. A harsh buzz sounded inside, she hears me moving around and coming to the door. I open it and my steamy gaze caresses her from head to toe. Returning my look, she took me in for the first time. I looked so… male. Why hadn’t she noticed me before? A familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach caught her attention for a moment. Staring at me, she almost forgot what she had come here for.

My low ” Hi” brought her back to reality. My small smile nearly sent her back into oblivion. With a little effort she got herself in order and followed me inside. Denim-covered buttocks, the tight fit revealing my firm shape. How she would love to have her hands there, grabbing them, feeling their tautness beneath her hands, kneading them? God, she can’t believe she is lusting after me in our first meeting! Sternly pulling herself together, she hoped he wasn’t a mind reader. With a private smile, she cleared her throat and plunged into her reason for coming. ” Patra, she means, my – my Doberman, well, she’s in heat and I wondered if you would lend your dog…,” Ann trailed off in embarrassment. She is stuttering like an oversexed teenager! What is wrong with me? It wasn’t as if this was the first time she had gone to acquire a mate for Patra. ” Sure, next three days… in the evenings… let’s say, around seven?” I asked in a low voice sending shivers down her spine. Blushing, like I’d agreed for sex between us instead of the dogs, Ann nodded and made my escape.

All of the next day Ann is foolishly thinking of me, which just served to stimulate her anticipation. At six-thirty she had butterflies in her stomach and she is plotting various scenes in her head, all ending with her seducing me. Her fantasies flashing in her mind, naked… her imagination filling up the areas she had not seen and building them up according to her fantasies. Needless to say, Ann aroused by the time she is ready to go. The look on my face when I opened the door is very flattering. I leisurely ran my eyes over her slender graceful figure, making her feel warm inside. I’m wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed off my chest and hip hugging jeans. Did I have to incite her already overworked imagination? Afraid that I’d guess the direction into which her thoughts were going, she glances down at Patra. I took the hint and moved aside to let us in.

Leading Patra inside, we let her loose in the backyard. My Doberman came running and she took off with him. We went back to the living room and sat down, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked onto the backyard. It was a mistake. After about five minutes of introductory conversation the dogs came back and started doing it right there, in front of us. The coupling was beautifully framed by the huge glass window. This was the final straw. I could no longer keep up the pre-tence at normalcy. Openly ogling now, Ann can’t stop looking at them. Her body is visibly getting aroused looking at the dogs having sex, and she knew that I’m watching her. Still, she can’t look away. The Doberman sniffed Patra’s cunt and started licking it. Ann saw his red member protrude between his legs and he climbed on top of Patra and started to push it inside her. Her gaze is fixed on the animals’ display of raw sex and Ann hears a soft moan then she realized that the sound had come from her, surprising her. Her breasts are swollen, the nipples hard, her pussy wet and dripping.

Ann hears me get up and come towards her, yet she can’t look away. Ann is mesmerized by the frenzied thrusts the Doberman was now making and Patra’s little whimpers.