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(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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 72