"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.
CHAPTER THREE
Rhonda could not repress a sharp twinge of excitement as she made her way to the bathroom with the furry German Shepherd right behind her now and occasionally brushing against her naked legs. The feel of his rough fur along her slick skin sent sensual shivers all the way up her soft inner thighs and into the redly crinkled outskirts of her love-starved pussy. She felt faintly confused by this curious sensation and her subsequent reaction, but still was not prepared at the conscious level to admit to herself that she found this wild and strange animal erotically intoxicating. The timing had been too perfect; almost as if her nosy neighbor had been peeking through the window and waiting for the right moment to tempt her. From stories she'd heard about the divorced woman, a borderline alcoholic who chain-smoked cigarettes and invited delivery boys into her apartment for hours at a time, Rhonda would not be surprised at anything.
"Well, here we are, handsome," she said as they entered the bathroom. And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for her to drop her housecoat from her lovely body, revealing her sleekly proportioned flesh in all Titian desirability.
Cesar's big brown eyes fairly flared at this exotic and spell binding presentation of feminine loveliness. Unhindered now, the heady scent of her hungering pussy wafted clearly to him and made his loins pulse with an answering desire.
Rhonda turned, feeling her cheeks flush hotly as she realized that Cesar's burning hot eyes were upon her as she stood there naked. That brutish animal might have been her Bob, gazing at her lusciously naked body, for all the attentiveness he was relishing upon her. She glanced instinctively into the cabinet mirror, and then looked away. There was certainly no harm in disrobing before this animal! She looked at her firm highly-set breasts. No, of course not. After all, it was not as if it were a man she was alone with, was it?
Laughing nervously, the redheaded woman bent down and gave Cesar a light fondling around his snout. "You little devil, you," she giggled. "You've got eyes that get right up between a woman's legs, don't you?"
Cesar gave a muffled whine and licked her hand. Rhonda really liked the dog now, and he reminded her of a pet she had as a child. Another German Shepherd, though a female. Besides, any admirer was better than the television set and those silly politicians. Feeling like Venus as she appraised her own voluptuous body in the surrounding mirrors, she realized that even Bob hadn't looked at her supple, curvaceous flesh like that in a long time. Was that fair?
Smiling seductively at herself, she shook out her long, glowing red hair. Then she turned away from Cesar towards the bathtub, presenting to him the juicy rounds of her buttocks, which joggled tantalizingly before his longing eyes as she moved back the shower curtain and then bent over in order to turn on the faucets.
From this position Cesar could make out just the barest wisps of her pubic hair poking back between her quivering thighs to the juncture of her smoothly formed ass cheeks, and he snorted hotly in familiar anticipation.
Rhonda meanwhile had cut off the drain and found a suitable temperature for the water. She moved it around with her hands to be sure it wouldn't be too hot or too cold for the doggey, who was to be her companion for the next couple of days. And in that moment of complete and vulnerable exposure, with her naked buttocks jutting lewdly back toward Cesar's face, the young woman had an experience that would have been predictable for a woman of wider sexual experience, but which Rhonda Baker constituted perhaps the most shattering physical adventure she had ever had – or thought about in her entire life.