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The Dog Park
by Old Grey Duck (address withheld)
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Romance and Love is not only for the "Young", but the
"Young at Heart". Two people meet, and with some
encouragement from their canine companions, start a new
journey together. (MF, oral, rom)
***
As I parked my vehicle, I looked over at Cookie, who was
looking out the window, panting heavily, and wriggling
with excitement. Making sure her leash was secured to
the ring on her harness, I opened the door, and off we
went.
Cookie is my Chihuahua. A tiny bundle of energy that is,
without a doubt, the best thing I retained from the
divorce settlement. About three years ago, my employer
had decided to open a new office in Florida, and wanted
me to transfer from California to help get it set up. It
sounded like an adventure that I was going to enjoy.
However, the wife soon got homesick, and started making
plans to be reunited with our adult children, her
friends, and her old job. I came home to discover all
this, when she told me she was leaving, and didn't want
me to return with her.
End result? She got the house we still owned in
California, a good chunk of my 401k, and a clean break.
Since the dog always seemed to like me better, she was
happy to leave her in Tampa with me. Wow, thanks.
Honestly, it was the nicest thing she could have done
for me.
Now as a single man, who is a lot closer to fifty than
forty, I live in an apartment, and there is no place for
a dog to run free and burn off energy. All walks are
done by leash, and the human is often seen following the
dog, carrying a plastic bag to pick up any "canine
landmines" that are then disposed of. We don't want
anyone soiling their shoes now, do we? So to help Cookie
burn off the endless supply of energy that all tiny dogs
have, I took her to a nearby dog park at least three
days a week, Saturday always being one of those days.
Over the months, I became acquainted with the "regulars"
at the park. Most of them were retired folk, who would
gather to socialize while the four-footed friends would
run around and play. There was a code of conduct that
was silently understood, that you cleaned up your dogs
mess, and if they got too aggressive, you made sure to
stop it and if need be, muzzle the dog until they
learned to be good. There were benches, picnic tables,
and even sun-shades set up for all to enjoy.
The main reason I liked this park was due to the fact
that it had a separate area for large, as well as
smaller dogs. The last thing we wanted was a 95 pound
Golden Retriever getting excited and squishing a six
pound Yorkie! Watering troughs and toys were there for
the dogs to enjoy as well.
Now Cookie is slightly larger than the average "Chi".
She weighs eleven pounds, and her fur is the color of
honey. Dark and expressive eyes and a pink nose make up
her face, and she often looks like she is laughing when
she pants. And believe it or not, I love that silly
thing greatly. But enough about the dog. Next thing you
know, folks will think this is some type of freaky story
about sex with animals. It's not, trust me.
Okay, so like I said, over time, we had gotten to know
the "regulars" at the park. We would talk, and share
stories about family, the dogs, and local events. Often
I would find myself playing a game of dominoes with
Edgar, a retired cop, while his Schnauzer, Duffy, ran
with Mrs. Martinez' Pomeranian, Chloe, across the grass.
Maybe Carlos wanted to talk "politics" as his own "Chi",
Buddy, chased Cookie around, looking for some "action"
(sorry, but she is spayed). We were a friendly bunch.
One Saturday, I strolled in, and noticed a new face. He
was dark brown, with long and floppy ears, and legs
about three inches long. Cookie ran up to him, and as is
the standard doggie greeting, proceeded to sniff his
backside. He did the same.
"Robert! You be nice!" The Dachshund paused a moment,
looked up, and then resumed getting acquainted with
Cookie.
I looked over to where the voice had come from. Seated
on a bench, was a woman only a few years younger than I,
and I have to admit, delightfully cute. Her hair was a
deep brown with red highlights that fell with a loose
curl to her shoulders. Green eyes looked up, and smiled
as I made my way towards her to introduce myself.
Her name was Andrea, and she had recently moved to the
area. Her parents were getting on in years, and she was
helping them make the transition into an assisted living
community. She had taken an extended leave of absence
from her job in order to do this. (It's sort of funny
how people will open up and share things with you, if
you can also laugh at your dogs at the same time.)
After an hour, she stood, called Robert, and we bade
farewell to each other. As she made her way to the gates
to let herself and the dog out, I could appreciate how
the skirt that she was wearing swished back and forth.
She was what some called "full figured", but as far as I
was concerned, she looked damned hot to me. Pausing just
outside the fence, she turned and waved.
I didn't see her again during the week, but the
following Saturday, she was once again there with
Robert. It seemed that he and Cookie were quite happy to
run around together and even got Mrs. Jameson's Boston
Terrier, Bandit, to come out of his shell a little bit
(he was a shy fellow). The three of them were rolling
around in the grass, slobbering all over each other.
Thank goodness there was a water spigot and hose to
rinse them all off! We talked a bit more, and I could
feel that I was growing attracted to Andrea. She had
told me that she was also divorced, but had not really
dated in the last few years. We commiserated that it
seemed that "the kids" were having more fun than we
were. Again, after an hour or so, she got up to go.
It went on like this for almost three months. Every
Saturday, we would "encounter" each other at the park,
flirt lightly, and go home. Now anyone would ask; "What
the hell is wrong with you? Ask for her number, at
least!" Here's how I finally got it.
Now the park is not too far from a high school. And one
Saturday, I guess the school football team was having a
"big" game of some type, and the parking lots at the
school filled up to the point that folks were using the
dog park lot for over-flow parking. While I had managed
to find a spot, since I got there early, Andrea didn't.
She was forced to park her car on the median, along the
road, about half a block over. From where we sat,
enjoying the sun and canine companionship, we could hear
the sounds of the football game. And as luck would have
it, the home team lost. (High school for me was 30-years
ago and several thousand miles away, so I didn't care
about the outcome of the game.)
Once the game ended, the visitors spilled out, yelling
taunts and laughing at the host school. And of course,
stupidity ensued. Some kids got into their cars and
started driving like idiots and doing "donuts" all over
the place. And wouldn't you know it, some asshole lost
control, and plowed into several cars along the roadway.
One of them belonged to Andrea. Needless to say, she was
upset.
Cops, paperwork, calls to the insurance company, a tow
truck to the repair yard, and pissed off parents.
Luckily for Andrea, someone had taken video of the kid
who hit her car with his cell phone camera. The images
of the vehicle and license plate were crystal clear.
Mommy and Daddy were "thrilled" seeing their Caddy CTS
all banged up.
Watching her car being flat-bedded away, Andrea was
beside herself. Her insurance would cover a rental
vehicle, but she had no way to get home. I decided it
was now or never, to step in, and be the nice guy. As it
turned out, she didn't live too far from me! Driving
Andrea and Robert home (he and Cookie snoozed in the
back seat), I told her that I would be happy to help her
in any way possible, to help get things taken care of.
Andrea thanked me with a quick kiss on my cheek at the
front door of her apartment, and we exchanged phone
numbers.
I called her Monday, and again on Thursday, to see how
things were going, and she told me that things were
being handled. Her car was going to be "totaled" since
the jerk who hit it had been going so fast that the
frame was bent. That's a death knell for any car. She
was going to get a check from the insurance company, and
then think about car shopping. She still had the rental
for another few weeks.
Friday was when the surprise came; "Tom? Could I trouble
you for a ride to the park tomorrow? I'm still a little
spooked about driving over there." Sure. I can pick you
up around 10:00. "Thank you. And maybe you can Cookie
can stay for a late lunch?" I answered that I would
enjoy that, but only if we stopped at the store on the
way home so I could pick up dessert.
And that is what happened. The "regulars" asked Andrea
(who was now also one) how things were going, and what
was the status of her car? We commiserated about stupid
kids, and then she was subjected to all sorts of advice
on what new car to get, and how to avoid getting ripped
off at the dealership. "Take Tom with you!" they pointed
to me. "When a woman goes into a dealership alone, it's
like sharks circling and going in for the kill!" They
had a point.
After a lovely late lunch of grilled chicken breast over
a Caesar salad, and a bottle of wine, we enjoyed the
cool air of a late fall day out on her deck. We figured
that the strawberries and sponge cake would wait just a
bit longer, when clouds started rolling in and the sky
suddenly darkened.
Florida is notorious for thunderstorms showing up out of
nowhere at the blink of an eye. They can last anywhere
from a few minutes, to hours, depending on how fast the
frontal system is moving. "The Sunshine State"? Not
always.
KAAABOOM! Within moments, sheets of water were cascading
out of the sky, sending us inside. We laughed a bit, and
then noticed the dogs were missing. We found them under
Andrea's bed, shaking in terror at the sounds of
thunder.
"I have just the thing for this," Andrea stated. Her
veterinarian had given her some pills that would make a
dog sleepy and calm during thunderstorms. Soon, the two
of them were curled up and snoring away, while the rain
continued to wash down against the sliding glass door.
Occasional thunderclaps and lightning flashes
punctuating the storm.
Over another glass of wine, we talked a bit more, and
then ... Well, I was compelled to lean over and kiss
her. As our lips parted, Andrea looked at me, and she
smiled slightly. It was all I needed to lean forward
again to place another kiss on her mouth.
Lips parted, tongues met, and soon we were standing,
caressing each other's bodies and faces. I decided to be
bold, and started to unbutton her blouse. Andrea was
having none of that however. She just pulled it up over
her head. Buttons be damned. After that, well, I'm not
sure how or when the rest of our clothes dropped from
our bodies. They just sort of did.
As I gently traced circles across her full breasts and
around her nipples, Andrea started moaning into my
mouth. Pulling away, she took my hand and led me towards
the bedroom. She sat down and pulled me towards her.
Before I could sit, however, she bent forward to kiss
the tip of my erection.
"I'm out of practice," she giggled. "Please bear with
me." Suddenly, it was like her jaw unhinged and she took
me all the way in to the back of her throat with one
gulp. I did my best to ensure that my eyes didn't pop
out of my head. A gentle hum started from deep within
her throat, and I swear it was the most exquisite
feeling that I had ever encountered down there. I also
know that if she continued as she was, in another thirty
seconds I would be emptying my nuts down her throat.
Reluctantly, I pulled back slightly, and watched my cock
slide from between her lips.
"Awww..." she giggled. "You not like?"
Not like? Was she insane? NEVER had any woman ever taken
so much of me into her mouth! I told her that while I
did very much "like", I had other plans. When she asked
what, I simply told her that I had a peculiar addiction.
"And what is that?" she queried.
"I absolutely LOVE the taste of a woman."
Andrea was quickly laid out on her bed, and I was
savoring the sight, scent, and taste of her. Parting the
thin covering of hair with my fingers, my tongue worked
up and down in slow, deliberate strokes, making sure to
swirl a bit when it reached the little button of flesh
that was so very sensitive. Just to make things fun, I
would occasionally nibble on it, tugging it gently
between my teeth. From the sound of her quickening
breath and the tension building in her body, I know it
wouldn't be long before...
"HOLY FUCK!! I'M CUMMING!!" Clamping her thighs around
my head, she "humped" my face and tongue as convulsions
rocketed through her. She squirted a bit, and I lapped
up every drop like a man who was drinking from a stream
after being out in the heat all day.
Kissing my way up her body, I positioned myself to enter
her, moving her legs slightly apart. Again, Andrea had
her own ideas. She lifted her legs up, and then tucked
her ankles over my shoulders. "Go deep," she moaned. How
could I refuse?
Now honestly, it had been a long time for me. While I
had dated once or twice after my divorce, I never was
lucky enough to be in a bed with a woman. I had a LOT of
catching up to do. Lucky for me, the "little guy" was
operating within expected parameters. In other words;
HARD AS A FUCKING ROCK. I'm not sure how long I was
pumping away, but I do recall seeing Andrea's eyes roll
back into her head as another orgasm took a hold of her.
Eventually, I was unable to contain myself.
Boom. I saw stars. I felt myself empty inside her
clutching pussy. And she was moaning in delight the
whole time.
We cuddled a bit, listening to the rain outside, and
gradually relaxed to the point where we sort of drifted
into a light slumber.
I awoke to the sound of snuffling, and a cool, moist
nose poking my shoulder. Looking over, Robert and Cookie
were on the bed, scampering across our covered bodies,
looking happy to be awake, and ready to play. Cookie
came over and started licking my face. Andrea started
giggling at the sight.
"I'm thinking we need to get dressed and walk these two
clowns," she smiled. I had to agree, but I also know
that before the dogs went out, we would need to visit
the bathroom first. We enjoyed a quick shower together,
and then took the "kids" out for a stroll, since the
storm had passed. I ended up spending the night.
A few months later, I was signing the contract for a new
condo. Andrea and Robert were moving in, and we had a
house-warming party that included the Dog Park Gang. The
four footed, as well as two footed ones. No, Andrea and
I do not plan to get married. We feel there is no need
for it. Why spoil a good thing? Life is grand! We have
each other and two silly dogs.
As I parked my vehicle, I looked over at Cookie and
Robert, who were looking out the window, panting
heavily, and wriggling with excitement, as Andrea
laughed. Making sure their leashes were secured to the
ring on each harness, we opened the door, and off we
went.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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