Entry 161 Housesitting 2


   Saturday Morning, Sam’s outside, it’s beautiful out, and
I’m waiting for Jane to call to tell her about the sliding
door coming off the track. I also decided I’m going to say,
“Sam’s been playing with your clothes, opening drawers and
scattering them”, and see what she says.
   Last night I was typing and reading emails, wearing her
lime green bottoms and baby doll top. No risk of flopping
out the side of that, but I felt very self-conscious at some
point, so I threw on my robe. It’s huge and terry cloth, and
heavy, and faded lime green. Sam was chewing on that
disgustingly slimy rawhide bone, and I was chatting with a
friend. Does everyone else feel that you can be way more
relaxed, open about personal things when chatting than you
ever would be in person at a restaurant or even in your
living room? I talked to friends about menstrual problems,
sexual fantasies, things I had done in the past, and well, I
never would tell people from home these things.
   I had taken off that overly warm terry robe, draping it
over the chair. It was late, and I was half way through a
glass of Arbor Mist, when over the sound of the keyboard
clacking, I heard the jingling of Sam’s collar. He lay down
beside my left leg, his body in the entry to the hallway,
blocking the kitchen. He’s large, and a little overweight,
but he has a beautiful coat, and he’s really a nice dog. I
thought about what had happened earlier, and was writing
about it when he started licking my ankle. This time I acted
like I didn’t notice. I typed, He licked. Dog breath is
really hot and moist! A dog’s tongue can eventually make the
area they are licking go numb, either from the sensation of
sandpapery licks, or the saliva maybe, I don’t know.
   I eventually had to stop him, not from being sexually
excited, but from it starting to be an unpleasant, almost
painful feeling! I knelt down, and scratched his face, and
his eyes had a serious, apologetic quality. He licked my
hand, and I dug my fingers into his scalp, his neck under
his collar, and that was it. I was tired, and I signed off,
and went to bed.
   Sam took his place at the foot, as I snuggled in. I lay
there, thinking about The day earlier, and images of Jane
kept floating into my head. Jane trying to keep from sliding
off her towel while sunbathing, while she got pushed around
like I did yesterday! Now that was a funny image! Of course
she wouldn’t be so open as to do anything with family
members watching, so if she did anything with Sam, it had to
be while Enrique and his sister were at school or church
camp, and her husband was at work. Did she do housework in
the nude? Did she sit and watch the television out at
poolside while Sam licked her chlorinated body all over? Was
that really as hideous as I had been feeling earlier?
   I kicked off the covers slowly, and placed my legs on top
of them. Sam was fast asleep. Slowly, I pulled the strings
on the top and lifted up a little to take it over my head.
Sam raised his head, looking very uninterested. I lay there
for a few minutes, and then pulled the strings on the sides
of the bottoms. I was motionless. I kept my eyes shut. I was
filled with weird feelings, like, “why was I doing this”,
and justifying thoughts like, “ I should be able to sleep
nude in bed without thought of harassment or whatever”.
   Sam began licking my ankle, slowly. There was a tug of
war inside me- I didn’t need to be tempting him, but if my
being there tempted him, was that my fault?  I breathed
shallow, regular, trying to get him to think I was asleep,
to see what he might do.
   I opened my eyes and it was morning! The sun was hitting
me in the right side of my face. I had rolled over and was
lying on my stomach, hugging my pillow with my naked body
exposed. Even as I write this, I am finding it very very
difficult to concentrate. I am so turned on I can’t describe
it. Why? The muscles of my inner thighs are tight, my butt
and thighs are tingling, and my stomach has that kinda
upset, kinda tight feeling. My breasts were completely
aroused when I awoke, and they still are. I’m not sure what
dreams I may have had, but they must have been amazing.
   There’s a feeling I get, I think most girls do,  after
those long lazy nights, where their lover is just running
hands over their bodies, and playing with their genitals,
sensually sensitive zones, for the entire length of a movie
or TV show.  My body gets like a noodle boiled for an hour,
and my brain turns to applesauce. That is how I’m feeling
now. When I write this to computer I better use
spellchecker. Just to make sure it’s spelled right, not to
change a word. I always leave the words the same.
I hope she calls soon.