said casually, taking a drink from the can and resting his eyes on her melon-shaped breasts. Uuuummmm… they were really nice looking, and it was all the young man could do to keep from reaching out and squeezing them right then and there. He knew that if he just held off a little, he would be getting his cock into her soon enough. No point in rushing things. He'd learned long ago that playing a hand too early can be worse than disastrous.
'I think that's a very nice idea,' she told him, her eyes sparkling. As she took a sip of her own drink, she caught herself doing something she never thought she would ever do in her life. She was actually flirting with this total stranger. She couldn't believe it, but as she thought about it, she was puzzled by the fact that it really didn't bother her. She hadn't told him that she was married, and since he didn't ask about her husband, she assumed that he didn't know. But what really startled her was that she was all but going out of her way to let him think she was single! This thought really confused her, and she turned away from him to face front, looking at the dog still sitting in the middle of the room.
There was something about that dog… something strange and exciting. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that the dog… Siegfried, she reminded herself, was actually trying to look up her skirt. Even though she believed that was silly, she automatically pressed her legs together.
'So tell me,' she said, once again facing the rather handsome young man sitting on the other end of the couch. 'What do you do for a living?'
'Me? Oooohhh… I'm what you call independently wealthy,' Martin said in an off-handed manner. 'I sort of come and go. I have a great deal of freedom, and I meet some interesting people. I learn a great deal from people. More than I ever did from books.'
'Were you a student?'
'Uh huh. Columbia. I was a very good student too, but the whole thing really bored me. After I got my degree, I decided that I would take off and see as many things as I could, instead of reading about them.'
'You're something of a romantic,' Kate remarked, smiling and making her pale hazel eyes twinkle. She had heard a lot about people who just left their homes and traveled about, but she had never met one of them. To her, the whole idea sounded very nice.
'That I am,' Martin said, noting that she had turned herself in a rather seductive manner. The young man was pretty certain that what she was doing was purely sub-conscious, but she was definitely coming on him. 'And you? What do you do?'
'Oooohhh… uh… nothing at the moment. I'm looking for a job.'
'Is that so?' Martin said, raising his eye brows. He noticed that she still hadn't said she was married, and he took his cue from that omission.
'A pretty girl like you should find herself a good husband,' he said, giving her a side long glance. 'These days, you could find someone who wouldn't mind you having a job.'
'That's a thought,' Kate said, still smiling. God! she thought. What the hell am I doing? I'm all but throwing myself at this man, and Mark could come home at any moment. What's the matter with me?
She decided that she was playing the game just a little too seriously, but after the way Mark had walked out on her twice in the same day, she really didn't feel all that guilty. The tingling she had felt in her vagina ever since the morning was really getting to her, and she found that every time she moved, the tingling increased. Occasionally, as she and Martin made small talk, she dropped her eyes to his muscular-looking loins. She noticed that he had an erection there, and she began to feel a little bad that she was leading him on like she was. She should come right out and tell him that she was already married, but something prevented her. The anger Mark had infused in her was being turned out against Martin. She would make this young man feel as frustrated as Mark had made her feel.
As they continued to make small talk, Kate trying to not be quite so seductive, Siegfried moved back and forth, padding his great forepaws on the rug. His keen sense of smell noticed an increasing of the woman's arousal, and he wondered why he was being made to sit and submit himself to this torture. Her feminine odor was wafting against his nostrils, and he wanted nothing more than to press his long nose tightly against her aromatic pussy. He made a little impatient whine, which went unnoticed by both Martin and Kate, and his ears drooped. He knew he had to wait for the signal before he did anything, but there was an aching in his animal loins that would not go away. In fact, it was getting stronger. For some reason, his master was just talking to this pretty woman. At least if her clothes were off, he would know that sooner or later, he would get a chance to drive his long thick tongue deeply into the seething sluice of her cunt. But neither one appeared to notice him.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. He knew that he might be punished for what he was about to do, but all his discipline and training was fast fading. He had to act and act fast!
Getting to his feet, he slowly walked over to where Kate was sitting on the couch and stood up on his hind legs, his strong forepaws pressing tightly against her swollen breasts for support. Then he lashed out with his tongue, swiping it in a friendly manner.
'Ooooooohhhhh…' Kate said, at first startled, and then, realizing that the dog was just being friendly, relieved and suddenly playful. Siegfried gave her smooth, flawless face several laps with his thick, damp tongue, and Kate set her can of Coke down on the small end table. She took his great, furry head between her hands and scratched him behind his ears.
'Siegfried!' Martin said in a mock scolding voice. He knew that the amazing dog had been going through sheer hell, and that it was only a matter of time before he would finally make his move. He had been counting on something like this, and he made only a feeble effort to pull the huge dog away from her. Having the weight of the dog pressing against her caused Kate to sit back, and her legs reflexively opened to maintain her balance. The aroused dog was not going to be stopped merely by the voice of his master now. He lowered himself to the floor and, seeing that the pretty woman's legs were now spread, he inched his face forward.
Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. His long tongue shot out as far as he could make it go at the heat he could sense emanating from the crevice between her thighs. He felt some relief, but also some frustration as the fleshy, wet organ pressed tightly up against her panties. He tasted that they were soaked with the flowing juices of the desire he had noticed rising from her, and he stabbed at the cloth covering her crotch as though his life depended on it.
The effect on Kate was as if she had been touched there by a live wire. Every thought in her mind seemed to come to a sudden halt. She couldn't have been more surprised if Martin had just lunged for her, but she also couldn't have been more aroused if her own husband had placed his hand there, against the cum-soaked nylon of her skimpy panties. She stiffened in amazement and drew in a sharp, hissing breath, momentarily forgetting that Martin was sitting in the room with her as the dog's insistent tongue, in its desperate desire to enter her cunt, actually slipped up under one elastic leg band and came into direct contact with her passion-flushed vaginal lips.
Her hazel eyes wide open in complete shock, she looked down, stunned at the intensity of her reaction to this strange mind. Her own control over her body was slipping away from her as she felt Siegfried's tongue again slip under a panty leg-band and slither hotly, wetly, into her cuntal sluice!
'Aaaaaahhhhhhh…' she breathed as all her breath left her body in one mighty rush, and she tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent the dog from continuing. 'Siegfried… Martin…!!' She turned a passion-flushed face to the man who was sitting on the other end of the couch, wanting him to pull the great dog away from her, and actually wishing that he wouldn't. The thought of having Siegfried lick her there, between her legs, was not as bad to her as actually having another man watch him doing it.
'No… no… no…' she gasped, trying to find the strength to do what she knew she had to do.
She was further shocked to see that Martin was merely smiling at her, and as he spoke to her, his voice sounded as though he were a million miles away. 'Siegfried really likes you, Kate. And it looks like you really like him!'
She couldn't believe he'd said that, but again, Siegfried made a stab with his tongue against her wet, seething pussy under her skirt, and her mind was completely washed clean of any rational thought.
'I… I… I…' she stammered, trying to think of something to say, and failing completely. Her shame was that of having someone watching her while this dog licked desperately at her vagina. She wanted to scream… to simply reach down and remove his head from between her thighs. But she couldn't! Each keening stab he made with his hot, damp tongue against her needing cunt drained her strength and will, and she was helpless to move.
Taking his can of Coke with him, Martin came to a standing position. 'I think you'll just have to let Siegfried have his way,' he said in a calm rational voice. Inwardly, he was jumping for glee. In no time, Kate would be
