“I’m so glad humans don’t greet each other like our pets,” Tasha remarked.
Tasha was an accidental meet-up at my local Starbucks. I was going out an entry door, as she was going in and I held the door open for her. Tasha was being lead by an oversized gigantic poodle. It wasn’t really the huge poodle that caught my eye, in as much as it was Tasha, who sported a nice black sundress and a had the cutest angelic-like face I had ever seen. Her Asian cheeks belied her oval eyes, that seemed to sparkle as I proffered a wink in her direction, holding the door open.
Her chocolate brown poodle’s nose went straight for my crotch.
I had my own dog, a golden retriever named Buddy. Buddy didn’t miss a sniff and immediately took to the rear end of Tasha’s poodle. I yanked on Buddy’s leash, pulling him back, as I proffered an apology.
“I’m so glad humans don’t greet each other like our pets,” Tasha remarked.
Buddy quickly turned his attention to Tasha and pressed his nose in towards her crotch. I yanked on Buddy’s leash, pulling him back again and again apologizing.
“That’s OK,” Tasha replied, “I’m used to it.”
Damn dog. Tasha slipped into the store and I took up a seat on the outside patio, tying Buddy’s leash to a leg of the table. He looked at me like I had hurt his feelings.
I sipped on my café mocha.
A few minutes later and Tasha stepped out of the store, a drink in her hand and holding on to her dog’s leash with the other hand. Buddy immediately raised his head and looked at Tasha and her golden poodle. I planted my foot on Buddy’s leash. The table started to move as I yelled at Buddy to sit.
Minding a command was not Buddy’s forte.
Tasha looked in my direction.
“Its OK,” she said, as “B” pulled forward on her leash. “B” was the name of Tasha’s oversized poodle. “B’ made a bee-line for Buddy, as Buddy sat tied to the table, trying to figure out why he was retrained. I reached over to grab Buddy’s leash to ensure I had a good handle on him. Buddy and B circled each other, sniffing, as Tasha and I tried in vain to untangle the leashes.
Buddy slipped his nose up under Tasha’s loose-fitting sundress, raising it up enough for me to catch a brief glimpse of her very cute ass. I pulled on his leash and scolded him. Tasha squatted down to pet Buddy, not saying a word about his sniffing fax pas, giving me a brief glimpse of her luscious boobs as she bent forward to scratch Buddy’s ears.
“You are such a good dog,” Tasha remarked as Buddy sniffed around Tasha. B was still enamored with Buddy’s ass. I patted my knee and B approached for her own brand of attention.
I introduced myself to Tasha.
“So, are you from around here?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, rubbing B’s ears and scratching her tail.
“What is his name?” Tasha asked as she scratched Buddy’s ears.
“Buddy,” I replied, “but he also answers to asshole and a few other things.”
Tasha chucked.
“B is short for ‘bitch’,” Tasha retorted.
“She doesn’t look like a bitch,” I replied.
“Trust me,” Tasha remarked, standing up. “She is a bitch in every sense of the name.”
I scooted my seat back and asked Tasha if she wanted to sit for a bit. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and looked at it.
“Sure,” she replied, “I was checking to see what time it was. Mom leaves for work in about twenty minutes.”
Tasha explained that she lived with her divorced mom. I was enamored with Tasha. She was refreshingly bright, quit-witted and charmingly beautiful. I asked Tasha if she needed to go, knowing that her mother was fixing to leave for work.
“No,” Tasha replied. “I’m happy that she is going off to work. Sometimes, she drives me crazy. It’s like she doesn’t trust me. I’m twenty-two and I know what I am doing. She meddles in everything I do.”
I quickly ascertained that Tasha was a strong-willing young lady who knew how to fight back and stand up for herself.
“So, what does Tasha do when mom is not at home,” I asked.
“I crank up the music, pig out, and do whatever I want to do,” Tasha replied, her legs spread slightly, Buddy resting his nose in her crotch as Tasha massaged his ears. B had taken up a seated position and was just looking around at people coming and going out of the Starbucks.
I looked at Buddy.
“Buddy,” I called out, “Leave her alone!”
Buddy glance back at me and then repositioned his nose right back where it has been for the past few minutes.
“He’s fine,” Tasha replied. “I think he likes me.”
“He should,” I dutifully replied, “I mean, look where his head is.”
Tasha blushed as she looked down at Buddy, as she continued to massage Buddy’s ears.
“You like it?” she asked Buddy. Buddy didn’t move an inch.
“I’m jealous,” I retorted.
Tasha looked up and smiled.
“What? Do you want your ears rubbed as well?”
“Only if I can put my head in your lap,” I dutifully replied.
Tasha turned about four shades of red.
“You’d like that, huh?”
“I am a dog of a different breed,” I replied.
“So, do you lick your own balls?” Tasha quickly asked. Now it was my turn to blush.
“No,” I replied, “I try to stay away from male genitalia.”
Two older ladies were exiting the Starbucks, just as the words fell out of my mouth. One looked at the other, and then they both hurried off across the patio as Tasha giggled in response to my obvious embarrassment. Tasha leaned forward. I averted my eyes to avoid staring at her cleavage.
“That was funny,” she said, “I mean, real funny.”
I told her I was happy that I was good for a laugh. Tasha stayed quiet for a few seconds, sipping on her coffee. Then, out of the wild blue, she asked,
“Do you want to come over?”
“Sure,” I replied.
Tasha said she had walked to the Starbucks from a nearby apartment complex.
“Walk with me,” she requested as she stood up, her coffee in one hand and her leash for B in her other hand. Buddy again placed his nose up under Tasha’s short dress and again, I pulled him back. Damn dog.
By the time we got to Tasha’s apartment, her mother was gone. I walked up the stairs behind Tasha. Her sundress gave me brief peeks at her very cute ass as we ascended the stairs.
Tasha unhooked B’s leash and then opened the patio door to let her out on the patio. I unhooked Buddy’s leash and he followed B out on to the patio.
“Do you think they’ll be safe out there together?” I asked.
“B has been fixed,” Tasha replied.
“OK,” I replied, looking at Buddy as he continued to sniff around on the patio.
“Have fun,” I said Buddy, as Tasha closed the screen door to the patio.
Tasha turned and faced me. She bit down on her lower lip and pushed her long black hair back over her shoulder.
“Buddy has good company,” Tasha remarked, stepping in my direction, slipping the shoulder strap of her sundress down her well-toned left arm, “So what about you? How do you feel about having a little fun of our own?”
“I’m game,” I replied, heel kicking off my loafers. I stripped out of my shirt as Tasha stripped out of her little black sundress, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her nipples were taut and stirring, perched on top of her all natural 38d boobies, with light pink areolas.
Tasha stepped directly in front of me, placing the palm of her hand on my chest.
“I love this,” Tasha remarked, lightly raking her white-manicured fingernails across my chest. I slipped my fingers into the elastic band of her thong and pulled down on it. Tasha slow-stripped out of the thong, wiggling her knees to allow it to fall to her ankles. She had a very thin, closely cropped strip of curly black pubic hair that pointed the way to her love box.
I slipped a lone finger down to the slit between her legs. She was already wet.
I unfastened my belt and stripped out of my trousers. My erection pressed hard against my satin briefs. Tasha grabbed the outline of my erection and squeezed it. She pushed her fingers in past the elastic of my briefs and felt for her prize. In an instant, I was just as naked as she was.
I sat on the couch and Tasha mounted my lap, her boobs pressing into my face. I used a combination of my tongue, my fingers and my lips to tease her. She pushed the head of my cock into her warm and moist pussy. I closed my eyes. Damn. She was so sexy. She wiggled her hips back and forth, creating a massive amount of friction between myself and her love box. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out.
I unloaded everything I had to give. Tasha moaned her approval as her entire body trembling in response to my eruption. She pressed her lips to mine and stole my soul. We sat and kissed, for the longest time.
Suddenly, there was a huge yelp sound that came from the patio. Tasha and I both went to look. I was so embarrassed. Buddy was wildly humping the backside of B. I yelled at him, but it didn’t make a bit of difference. Tasha burst out laughing.
“He’s getting a freebie,” she remarked.
“Is that what it’s called?” I asked.
“Not for you,” Tasha replied. “You have to earn yours. Where are you taking me for dinner?”
Dinner?
“If we do dinner,” I replied. “I may want to spend the night.”
“Not here,” Tasha replied. “My mother would kill me.”
“How about my place?” I inquired.
Tasha bit down on her lower lip, as if she were thinking.
“I think,” Tasha replied haltingly, “I think . . .that would be fantastic!”
I rapped in the patio glass door. Buddy looked up me, still humping on B.
“Finish up,” I said. “I have a hot date of my own to go to.”
