Entry 160 Housesitting 1  Slippers, July 2003
Mc, Fu, Md, Reluc
   I’m writing this on the computer before my journal, to
try out that way and see if it’s better. I don’t know how
this is going to sound, or if it will be readable. Anyways,
this weekend I said I would house sit for Enrique and his
parents, who all go to daddy’s church. His parents don’t
know he and I hooked up at the pool party he had while they
were gone last month, and in our church, that’s something
they will NEVER know. So anyways,, I have questions for
Enrique’s mom! My first night of house-sitting is done, and
I had a bizarre experience, and I guess I’ll write it out
and then I’ll know the exact points to ask her. OK, here I
go:





   By ten o’clock Jane had shown me around, shown me how to
check the pool’s chlorine, what plants to water, all that.
She was sooo psyched to be going on vacation, and her
husband was already at the airport, so she was in a hurry,
just brushing over things, like where the food and shampoo
was for their German shepherd named “Sam” (no its not his
real name.) and I’m thinking I know why she didn’t go into
details with him. She grabbed up the bags, and Enrique, his
sister, and his mom were gone for five days.


   Ever tried to figure out a satellite dish system without
instructions? I got so frustrated that by noon I threw the
remote into the sofa, and looked for something else to do.
Sam wanted out, and I looked through the sliding doors to
the in ground pool, the cement hot already on the bottoms of
my feet, perfect tanning day and they have a really high
wooden fence! One thing, no suit. Sam was barking by the
door, rushing me, so I ran into the master bedroom and ten
seconds later had Jane’s two-piece and a beach towel in my
hand. I rushed over and let the big hairy dog out, and
stepped out after.


   Their yard is really large, and there isn’t another house
for a long ways in any direction, like maybe 4 normal house
lots on each side. The fence was about eight feet, I’m about
five and a half and it is as tall as my arm reaches. Testing
the water with my hand revealed it was almost bath
temperature, like the gulf! It was way way clearer and blue-
er though. My khaki shorts and silver blouse, undies and
togs were instantly in a heap on a lounge chair, and I was
tying her bikini to me. The bottoms were tight, but they
fit. She is smaller than my mom, in every dimension. Sooo
smaller that the top wasn’t working at all. The strings
would reach but the bra panels like, they slipped from one
side to the other, so anyways it had to go. I dove in off
their little diving board, and that is a different feeling,
topless diving into a pool.


   I swam for an hour, and floated maybe 6 laps before I got
out. I was a total prune! I laid the towel on the cement,
grabbed the pillow off the chair, and laid on my stomach,
head on the pillow. I thought about Enrique, his family, and
how they were going to enjoy Mexico, as much as I enjoy my
trips to Florida to see my friends. I was daydreaming, but
nothing like, more than ten seconds, just jumping around
with any old thought that floated by. It was soooo warm, and
the fence cuts out all wind. I didn’t hear Sam’s collar
jingle, or even notice him begin to lick my feet. I think it
just slid into my daydreams.


   Once his tongue began to paint my ankle, I noticed! I
looked back at him, and said “Sam No!” But he didn’t even
look up. I thought, “wow he’s really thirsty or after the
salt on my leg,” so I laid still, hoping he’d quit soon.
Actually his thick heavy tongue made my ankles and calves
numb after a while, and somehow I ended up thinking about
Enrique again. The last time I had been at his house, it was
dark, the pool was full of people I didn’t know, and after a
few drinks I was afraid to swim. I really missed out. But I
got to know Enrique, and met his friends, and when several
went downstairs to watch T.V., I went too. It ended up in a
group experience, I mean like a sixsome, and I had never
done that before. I found myself getting really upset
whenever Enrique showed any physical attention to the other
girls there, so I only stayed a little while. But we were
still friends. I thought about the sex too. I was really
getting warm thinking about it too. Sam had been licking
behind my knee, and between that, and the memories, I was
way worked up. He moved left to the left under-knee, then
right, then his nose pushed between my knees with force, to
lick the sides of my knees. I said “No Sam, that’s far
enough, go play! Go Play!”


   In two licks his long wide tongue was up my thigh and
licking the back of my bottoms. My head jerked up, and I
started to yell when his left front paw stepped between my
thighs, scratching me good. I yelp-screamed, you know, and
yes, my legs jumped apart to get away from his razor talons.
I have to say though I was not expecting, or hoping, or
wanting anything at this point, nor was I coaxing Sam, which
is why I think maybe he has “dried off” others, perhaps
others that wear the same bikini I was. Anyways, he just
went back to licking in long slow straight lines. I clenched
my legs and cheeks and said firmly, “GO PLAY!”


   There was this moment, like a pause. I thought maybe he
had left, but he was just waiting for me to relax my legs,
and the second I did, He rammed his nose between my thighs
and began pushing with all his weight, wiggling up and down
and left and right. He’s a nice dog, not mean, but he weighs
more than I do, and is really big! He was scooting me
forward off my towel! I yelled “NO! NO!” and through my
hands out in front of me to slow my sliding toward the glass
doors. The hot cement and sliding really hurt my breasts and
tops of my feet, I have these red spots now and I think
they’re kinda like burns. I picked up my feet, my thighs
resting on the hot white concrete, and my hands in mild pain
already.


   He had shoved me with his nose up my butt all the way to
the door, and I kinda just crawled up the glass as he
pushed. Standing then, I was afraid to turn around. He was
bigger than me, stronger, and my little kicks on his sides
didn’t even register to him. I just grabbed the door, slid
it open and leaped inside. I’m not very strong, but I am a
dancer, and I somehow managed to make the door jump the
track. I was terrified that the door was going to fall, and
a glass sliding door must weigh twice my weight or more! Sam
had run inside, and was standing at the kitchen entrance to
the living room, his rag toy in his mouth. I went to the
toolbox Jane showed me, and used the big screwdriver on the
top pieces, and then started on the bottom. I got down on my
knees and lifted while prying, but it was all I could do to
lift it.


   Sam dropped his toy at my side. I threw it, I lifted, I
said things I would never say in church. He brought it back.
I threw it. I got one of the rollers. I yelled more things I
can’t repeat, only it was because I was happy, not upset.
Toy again. Thrown again. Prying. Lifting, shouting,
grunting, swearing. Ragtoy at my side. I picked up the raggy
slobbery thing, and set it a foot away, keeping my hand on
it for a moment, and then slowly removing it. “This should
show him I am not interested”, I thought. He looked at me,
actually a little taller than me at that point. I smiled at
him, apologetically and said, “Sam, go play.”


   He walked away, and I focused on the door. I placed my
hand on the glass, the other one prying under the door.
Sam’s nose pressed between my cheeks, fast short tongue
strokes rubbing the tops of my thighs, and between my legs
on the bottoms. I started to swipe the screwdriver at him,
but I really didn’t want to hurt him, just make him stop. I
faked like I was trying to hit him, and yelled “NO NO”! He
backed away about a foot. I was exasperated. I used my left
hand fingers to pry at the roller, and started leaning on
the screwdriver. I did that for a minute or two. I think he
had been licking my thigh and bikini bottoms lightly for
about a minute before I noticed. There was this rush, like
a blood rush, that swelled my eyes, and made me a little
dizzy. I was worried I might have a panic attack coming, so
I stopped doing anything, just waited, and breathed. That’s
when I realized the dizzy hot feeling was from being
sexually aroused. I felt his tongue then. It was starting at
the top of the front of Jane’s bottoms, the front waistband
basically, and licking all the way under me, between my
legs, and up the sides of my butt and thighs. His tongue is
so long it could reach almost the whole way in one lick. I
almost had the door, so I just yelled “Sam Go Play” and
pushed down on the screwdriver with all my might. I heard
click! I started laughing. I was a nervous, freaked out
mess. I kept kinda shaking and laughing, while he kept up
consistent stimulation between my legs. My laughs turned to
giggles. His tongue lapped as his nose pierced deeper and
harder against me. My giggles turned to heavy breathing. He
lapped along my upper thighs, rooting his nose in and
upward. I reached to my right side and pulled the tie
string. The bottoms stayed put for much longer than I
thought they would, but in seconds they were in Sam’s mouth,
and he was tugging on them. I had to undo the other side or
he’d dragged me around the room some more! The moment it was
free, he ran to the sofa with it. I stood there on all
fours, thinking, “So,, he likes Jane’s undies, I guess”. I
crawled up on the sofa. I lay there, drained from a near
orgasm, and an hour of serious swimming followed by a half
hour of tanning. He was gone, and I was dozing.


   I heard his collar tinkle at my feet. I opened one eye,
and he was sitting there with this look on his face, like,
“What are you doing”? I closed my eye. Then it hit me to try
something. I peeked out of my right eye, while he lay down
at my feet. I cleared my throat, and took a deep breath.
Clearly and simply, I stated, “Go Play. Go Play”. Then I
waited, prepared for anything. Two seconds later his tongue
began licking my naked pubes, inner thighs, everything. He
was slow, long stroking and insistent. I opened my eyes, and
yelled “Sam! No! No”! But he just pressed his nose hard
against my sex and inserted his tongue as far as he could,
and still lick. His teeth were grinding against my pelvic
bone, and his tongue was extremely orgasmic. I opened my
legs and without hesitation he jumped up with his front
paws, resting them on my thighs, his tongue never stopping.


   “Oh my God”, was all I said. A few minutes later, I was
trying to keep my hips from bucking into Sam’s teeth, and I
orgasmed very, very hard. I was shivering all over, and
every touch of his teeth, lips, and tongue was five times
more sensitive. My hands found his furry ears, and I pried
his face from my groin. Funny though, my arms were trying to
stop him but my legs just stayed wide like that.


   I leaned forward, petting his face, and remembered where
his shampoo was. I stood up shakily, and teetered to the
bathroom. It turns out Sam loves baths! Took about a half
hour I guess. He likes towels too but hates blow dryers! He
grabbed a towel and shook it, laying it out on the floor and
rubbing all over it. I think he has seen people do it so
many times he learned to dry off with a towel!


   I closed the door to the master bedroom and sat on the
bed. I was still peaking, sexually, and I started crying. I
felt really bad, and really good, and really confused, and
really scared. I lay there naked, deep in thought for hours.
I fell asleep, waking about nine in the evening. I told
myself I wouldn’t do that anymore, that it was a wild,
intense experience, and it was done. I would dress and read
emails, and go to bed. Two dresser drawers and five minutes
later I was sitting at the computer typing this, wearing
Jane’s lime green matching panties and babydoll top (so no
bra was needed). I have some things to ask Jane.