Slowly, as she struggled for her climax, an unwelcomed sound penetrated Rhonda's lust filled brain: a knocking at the back door… persistent… almost angry knocking. Now who in the hell could that be? Oh, just a couple more minutes and I would have cum, thought Rhonda aggravated by the intrusion.
Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her housecoat from the foot of the bed as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying her loins. Who could it be?
"Rhonda… oh, Rhonnndaa!" came the unmistakable throaty female voice of her neighbor, Marla Cushing.
"Damn it, Marla," Rhonda thought dejectedly as she slipped into the robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then gave her hair several quick pats.
"Oh, there you are, honey," the voice gushed as Rhonda approached the kitchen door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil she felt.
"I hope I didn't get you away from the TV?" the thirty-five year old divorcee continued. Then, not waiting to be invited in, she opened the door, paused to let her German Shepherd enter first and then boldly stepped in herself.
"No, that's all right. I was watching the convention and that's always a bore," she lied.
"That's good. I hate to be an intrusion," said the woman in a tone that clearly indicated that she really wasn't. Her eyes traveled up and then down her neighbor's scantily clad body. "I know you won't mind… you'll have time by yourself now that Bob is gone…"
"Oh, yes…" thought Rhonda, wondering how her nosy neighbor happened to know that Bob had left for Minneapolis. But then information seemed to float to Marla's ears from the wind.
"Would you do me a favor, dear?"
"Like what?"
"Taking care of Cesar here? You see," she continued to gush excitedly, then smiled broadly at her own cleverness in handling the matter. "He's really no trouble at all, but my brother-in-law and my sister are coming down and they're bringing their Doberman along with them. Well, you can see right off that a Shepherd and Doberman will never be friends…" her dark eyes darted upwards again, "… it'll only be until the weekend…" Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then returned to Rhonda's.
Rhonda remained motionless for a long moment, digesting the flow of words which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes shifted from her shorts and halter clad neighbor to the dog who was still sitting at his owner's feet. Finally, Rhonda lifted her glance again, studied those of the expectant woman, and said, "You take care of their dog, and I take care of yours, is that it?" It didn't seem to make much sense, all this shuffling of pets, but then Marla was not one to accept a refusal.
"Okay," Rhonda leaned back against the kitchen counter hands folded over her chest. "I know what to feed him," she said looking at the mangy dog, unkempt and obviously in need of a bath. Other than that, he was a majestic, handsome animal, well-trained, despite the scatter-brained owner. Rhonda stepped forward to place a gentling hand on the other woman and began guiding her toward the door. "I'll do my best…"
"Oh, I just knew you'd come through, dear," Marla said happily as she stodgily allowed herself to be guided toward the door. "You're so sweet, just so sweet…"
The door clicked behind her. "Thank you!" came the muffled voice of Marla, even through the closed door.
For several minutes, Rhonda stood silently, then smiled down at the handsome animal as she ambled toward her.
"What is it, Cesar?" she cooed softly. "Are you hungry, baby?" she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's head. "Poor thing, having such a scatter-brain for a mistress…" Rhonda was down on her haunches now, stroking the dog's head and looking into his mysteriously deep, soulful eyes. "Look at you! Why you look as if you haven't had a bath for years!" she cooed softly.
The pleasing sound of the young woman's soft, crooning voice together with the gentle pressure of her small hand filled Cesar with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to impart his growing attachment to her.
"Let's run some bath water for you and then see if there's anything in the frig that suits your fancy."
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she was saying, Rhonda thought, as she embraced him against her leg and continued stroking his head.
Cesar whimpered softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his sleek, muscular body – the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by his female owner to recognize… and satisfy.
Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Rhonda opened the refrigerator and bent down to retrieve a steak bone left from the special dinner she'd prepared for Bob's departure, and in celebration of Sharon's visit.
Behind the bent figure, Cesar's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of her loose housecoat.
Rhonda was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Cesar's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which still smoldered inside her loins. Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing that the big dog's head was wedged up under her short robe from behind, animalishy sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened cuntal lips! Good God! He's sensed my erotic state!
It had to be that! His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy! Again, he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire hair-lined furrow.
Then he growled, softly.
"Wh-what has that strange woman been teaching you, baby?" Rhonda gasped incredulously.
The massive German Shepherd uttered another muted growl, and the sensually intoxicated young woman wasn't sure why… whether for the bone she held, or because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs!
Good God! I've got to get hold of myself! she thought as she held the bone out to the attentive dog who accepted it willingly. "Now you be a good dog," she said aloud. Then, without a warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed through her body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably, staring down at the dumb animal… and wondering. Then she turned and made shakily for the bathroom.