Being home at my folks’ house for the holidays this year made me think of this story, from the holidays several years ago. It’s a fun memory for me because it’s a time when I was single and trying to just have as much sex as possible — and because it’s an example of me being able to carry out a plan to get *exactly* what I had wanted, as opposed to a lot of my younger-self sex memories, where things just unfolded in fortunate directions.
A few years back, when I was single and in my late 20s, I got my dog, Bruce. I went over Christmas to the city where my parents live several hours from the city I lived in at the time. They lived in a suburb that was mostly single family homes, families with young kids and a few retirees. But their community also had some apartments and condos, and, what I was most looking forward to with Bruce, a great dog park.
I took Bruce to that dog park just about every day we were down there. The second or third day, we went into the dog park while there were maybe four dogs there. One of them was a lab mix and just based on interactions with the other owners who were milling around, it became clear that the lab mix was owned by a woman who was sitting on a bench at the edge of the park, just watching the action. She was clearly around my age, and I gave a wave and shouted a comment or two (“she’s a really good dog!”) when our two pups were playing together.
Even with her sitting yards away in a sweatshirt and jeans, I could tell she was attractive, with an “alternative” look that I found irresistible. She had medium length light colored hair with a relatively subtle purple highlight (well, as subtle as a purple highlight could be), and, I later noticed, several piercings and a nose ring. Just a touch of a “bad girl” vibe, which was a nice contrast to me — broad-shouldered, blond hair in a sort of military crew cut. (I’ve been called “white bread” a *lot*.)
But as our dogs played, she stayed on the bench. And then the last other dog left the park, and suddenly she was basically right next to me. I don’t know whether she was waiting for me to finish talking to the other dog owners, or didn’t want to be noticed, or what. It was at this point, with her coming up to me to chitchat, that I first really thought, “okay, br082, you’ve got four more days left here in town, let’s see if we can make this end in an orgasm before you go home.” I’ve always loved making little challenges to myself like that. And lucky for me, her chitchat very quickly seemed pretty flirty. You know how it is — it wasn’t so much the topics of conversation, which were banal, but the way we were both asking questions and giving answers, with a little bit of slyness and half-smiles on our faces.
As had been my “move” for years, I focused my questions on her living arrangements. It’s lame I know, but I sort of feel like getting a woman to open up about how and where she lives is the first little half-step to getting invited to the place. Also, since I was at my parents’ house, I was also curious to see whether, if I pursued this, we would have a place to hook up.
As it turned out, she lived in one of the few apartments in the planned fake-town where my folks were. Being flirty and having a goal in mind, I was of course *super* interested. “Oh, really? What are those apartments like? I’ve always been so curious to see one. I’ve never met anyone who lived there, and wondered whether they’re good places. How long have you lived there? Got a roommate?” Those kinds of questions. And I took it as a positive sign when she asked me whether I had found a gym to go to down there while I was visiting my parents. (The question was silly — I try to stay in shape but an Adonis I am not, especially not while wearing track pants and a t-shirt to a dog park, but the fact was she was asking me about my body, which is a good thing.)
At this point, I was sort of panicking about how to make a next move, as it was clear that our time at the park was winding down. I resolved to ask her number so we could get the dogs together again the next day, but before I did, in our conversation I again brought up my questions about the layout and quality of her apartment, mentioning this time that I drive past that building on the way to my folks house from the dog park. She took the bait better than I ever would have dreamed — “hey, stop by on your way home if you want to see what they look like inside.” “Okay, well, I’m about to head home soon.” “Me too.” The look in our eyes suggested to me that we both knew where this might be going.
We got to her building and walked our dogs together up to the second floor where her unit was. She unlocked her door and once inside I let my hand brush hers. She grabbed it, and immediately we were against the wall inside her front door. A few seconds of making out with the dogs nipping at our feet, and she said, “let’s get these dogs somewhere separate,” and guided them a few feet down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door. I would have thought *we* would use the bedroom, but hey, I’m adaptable!
We picked up where we left up on the couch, making out and grabbing at each other. I remember how tight and forceful she pulled me close, a sort of bear hug that you don’t get from most women, but I liked it. My shirt came off, then hers, and then her bra. Her tits were C-cups on a good day, but still there was this fantastic “drop” as they fell out of the bra that I had unfastened. She wasn’t straddling me, we were sitting next to each other, basically, but I leaned over and started sucking her nipples as she gently moaned. I think it was at this point that we heard some growls and commotion from the dogs, but I said to her, “fuck it, I think they’ll work it out” and she laughed in agreement.
She reached down and started groping at my now-erect cock through my track pants, which at this point didn’t leave much to the imagination. My hand was down the back of her jeans, inside the panties, grabbing fistfuls of ass. I got her jeans unbuttoned and halfway off and moved my hand around to the front, fingers inching into a clearly quite wet pussy as I nibbled at the piercings on her ear. She moaned, “oh yes, oh god yes.”
I glanced the kitchen counters a few feet away and knew what I wanted to do next. I stood her up and we kept kissing as I marched her over there, faced her towards me, back toward the counter, and in one fell swoop pulled her panties all the way down, kneeled, and shoved my face into her pussy from below. I fucking love eating pussy and hers was incredible, already nice and wet and juicy, neatly trimmed but not bare as I pushed her legs a little wider. She was screaming as quickly as any woman I’ve been with, and I soon had two fingers inside, searching for her G-spot while I lapped away and she shuddered, squeezing her legs around my head (god I love that moment) while moaning in ecstasy.
But I wasn’t in the mood to take things slow, I stood up and turned her around, pushing her down on the kitchen counter, my hard cock in my boxers rubbing up her ass crack. I felt up those tits as I asked her, “do we need protection?” She said no, and although I know it’s stupid, that was good enough for me.
I don’t even know if my boxers got all the way down my legs because I didn’t care. As soon as my cock was free enough, I was using my right hand to rub it against her clit and pussy, my left gently pushing her down so that she was bent over the counter. I started pushing the head of my dick into her waiting pussy, although it was tighter than I expected given how wet she had been, and it took a few half pumps to get all the way in. I wished I had had lube handy. But once I got my cock pressed inside her down to the hilt I just held there and she squirmed, working her hips back and forth and moaning deep.
At that point I didn’t waste any time. I just wanted to get off and I had her bent over a fucking counter. I just started pounding away, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before I came given that I hadn’t gotten off in several days. After keeping up the rhythm for several minutes, and feeling pretty cocky in charge of the situation, I pulled out, grabbed her and spun her around, and told her to let me cum on her tits. She nodded and said ok as I stroked myself a few final times until I groaned and came across her chest. We immediately stumbled the few steps back to the couch, spooning as my cock softened and she caught her breath and we kissed a few last times.
I think I held out hope that my cock would reawaken for a longer round two, but before long the dogs were making a ruckus and whining. We let them out of the bedroom, where they had made a mess of her bedding, and I got dressed and took Bruce out. I asked her if we should meet up again and she said she’d see me at the dog park. But I didn’t see her there the next three days, and then I left for home. So that ended up being our one and only interaction, sadly. Still, I satisfied my personal challenge – I made the dog park girl orgasm before my trip was over. :-)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7mrh6l/dog_park_introduction_ends_up_in_doggy_style_back
so you’re saying you fucked her… doggy style