The Afternoon I Reconnected with Marina While Walking Her Dog

I’m still sprawled over Marina, not wanting to pull out yet. She’s face down on the bed, her cheek resting on the sheet, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. I prop myself up on my knees and forearms so my weight doesn’t crush her completely. It’s an awkward position for both of us, and even so I want to stretch it out a little longer. I love feeling her beneath me, still trembling.

My chest is pressed against her back, my groin fitted into the curve of her ass, and I’m still inside her, already spent, spilling out. I don’t want to withdraw. A moment ago I was going in hard, against a resistance that gave up and then wrapped around me, warm and wet. Now we’re just breathing, two exhausted bodies yet at the same time sated after something neither of us saw coming.

Because barely two hours ago, this was unthinkable. Reality turned out bolder than any fantasy I’d ever had while walking alone down the street.

***

It was six-thirty in the evening, in the dead of winter, and it was already dark. I was on my way home when I saw a woman ahead of me walking her dog slowly. Before I caught up to her, I noticed the tight black pants that accentuated her nice ass, the fitted jacket, and a matching pair of mid-heeled ankle boots. Shoulder-length blonde hair, a figure that drew the eye. I had no idea how old she was or what her face looked like, and precisely because of that I felt curious. I quickened my pace, intending to look at her as I passed.

“What a surprise to see you here! We haven’t run into each other in ages,” she exclaimed as she turned around.

I turned my head and recognized her at once. What a coincidence: the woman with the ass that had distracted me was the former partner of an old acquaintance I’d long since lost touch with. The dog, a young golden retriever with glossy fur that seemed to smile at every person who passed by, looked at me with the same curiosity I felt for his owner.

“Same here. And I see you’ve got excellent company. What a beautiful dog!”

“He’s adorable. Isn’t he, Olmo?” she said, stroking his head. “He’s the best companion I’ve ever had. We’ve just been for a long walk in the park. You can’t imagine how much my life changed since he came with me.”

“I’ve always liked dogs, but sometimes I hesitate because of the responsibility. Is it really worth it?” I asked, interested.

“Oh, don’t even doubt it. First of all, I no longer know what loneliness is. You get home after an exhausting day, with your head spinning, and there he is. The way they greet you, with such pure joy, resets your brain instantly. They don’t judge, they don’t ask for explanations, they’re just happy you’re back.”

“Sounds good, honestly. Sometimes you need that kind of energy at home,” I replied.

“And it’s not just the affection. They make you move. Before, I was incredibly lazy about going for a walk if I didn’t have an errand to run. Now, with Olmo, I’ve got a healthy routine. We go out three times a day, I breathe fresh air, and I’ve even gotten to know half the neighborhood thanks to him. They’re the perfect icebreaker.”

“You do look fitter, Marina. You look amazing.”

“That’s the canine effect,” she laughed. “Besides, they’re intuitive. If I’m feeling down one day, he notices. He lies down beside me, rests his head on my knee, and stays there in silence. They give you incredible peace of mind. They’re loyal to the extreme: their whole world is you.”

“You’re convincing me. I could use that loyalty, that devotion,” I confessed, without realizing that for a while now her words could be understood in a very different way.

Marina gave the leash a slight tug to steer Olmo back. Then she looked me straight in the eyes and added:

“Think about it seriously. It’s not just having a pet: it’s having someone who always agrees with you. If you feel like it, one day we’ll go together to a shelter so you can see the connection you can feel. When you find your dog, life changes completely.”

“I’m convinced. I need to make up my mind and look for one I like. Better a female, they say they’re more sociable and docile,” I blurted out with a grateful smile.

“I’m glad you think so. And look, we’re at my place already, so it’s time to say goodbye... unless you want to see how Olmo behaves at home. It’s bath day for him.”

“Yes, I’d like that. That way I can get an idea of what having my own pet would be like.”

***

Half an hour later we were in her apartment. The dog had lain down near the heater, licking himself after dinner. The two of us, facing each other on the sofa, with a glass of wine that we had already refilled a couple of times. We talked, we looked at each other. We found points of agreement and disagreement, but there was something that united us: we were discussing the subject with a smile that lingered longer than necessary.

Without saying it out loud, the two of us began using dogs as an excuse. We put into their mouths, in veiled form, what we actually wanted to do ourselves. We were both aware of where that game of double meanings was leading us, and neither of us was afraid. On the contrary: we competed to see who could say the boldest, the wittiest thing. It was like courtship between two animals measuring each other, each one provoking the other’s reaction.

“My dog is very noble. A good male, one of those who never gives up,” I said.

“Mine would be extremely obedient,” she replied, swirling her glass. “I’d stroke her belly so she’d roll onto her back. I like them coming to me and rubbing themselves between my legs.”

For five minutes our brains disconnected from reality. An approach neither of us stopped, a hand on a knee, and a kiss that came like a trigger. From then on, no rule applied. We kissed, we touched, we went to her bedroom tearing off our clothes, sniffing each other like two animals in heat.

“Tonight you’re going to be my bitch,” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes. You’re my stud. Take me, give me your milk, I’m your female,” she answered in a voice hoarse with desire.

I shoved her onto the bed and put her on all fours, with her back to me. On her knees and forearms, legs spread wide, her ass exposed. Her clenched glutes formed a line pointing toward her sex. Two swollen, wet lips waited impatiently for the first contact. I positioned myself over her, one leg on each side of her hips, and let my cock fall over the cleft of her ass, still not entering.

“My bitch, spread yourself wide. Your stud wants to own you.”

“Yes, yes. I’m your female, I’m yours. Fuck me already.”

I moved my hips up and down, forward and back. The tip teased between her cheeks, tapped against her lips, rubbed along the groove. Was it a test, an introduction, a question of where to go? It was all of that at once, and it was driving us both crazy.

“Get it in already!” she exclaimed, impatient, swaying her hips in an invitation that wouldn’t wait.

Her urgency turned me on even more. I grabbed my shaft at the base and ran it along her slit from bottom to top, struck one cheek and then the other, tapped mercilessly at the entrance to her sex until her lips parted and barely took in the tip.

“Tell me I’m your stud. Tell me you want me to fill you,” I growled, getting more excited by the second.

“I’m your bitch, I’m your bitch!” she pleaded, rocking back to seek the contact.

I leaned back to bury my face between her ass cheeks. I sniffed her, ran my tongue over her sex, soaked myself in her scent. I felt her growing wetter, her whole body surrendering to the heat.

“Delicious. My bitch tastes delicious. Do you like it when I lick you like this?”

Since she didn’t answer right away, I gave her a spank that brought her back to reality.

“You get me like an animal. Look at what you’ve done to me, I’m hard because of you. We’re two dogs in heat.”

With my hand I placed the tip between her lips, steadied myself on the bed, and pushed slowly. The head slid in easily: she was soaked.

“Ahhh, you’re splitting me open!” she cried, anticipating what was coming.

“Be quiet. You like it just fine. Don’t worry, right now I’ve got it all the way in.”

“You didn’t want it? Well here you go,” I snapped, giving a sharp thrust that buried me to the hilt.

She let out a cry more of surprise than pain. She moved her hips and settled herself to receive me better.

“It hurts, it hurts, take it out...” she begged, writhing, though her body said something else.

“What’s going to hurt? This is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted your stud to mount you. Well, you got it.”

I started moving. At first slowly, feeling out the path; then with growing force, gripping her waist, my hips going back and forth at an increasingly rough rhythm. Our bodies collided skin against skin, a continuous pounding, a wet, obscene sound filling the room.

“Do you like it like this, nice and hard, with no restraint? You do like it. You’re dripping,” I gave her a couple of spanks and kept up my vigorous thrusting.

Marina didn’t stop moaning. She wanted to feel every stroke, and though she yielded forward with each shove, she immediately pushed her ass back again so I’d give her more.

“Like this, like animals, like dog and bitch,” she panted.

With her face pressed into the sheet she babbled, asked for more, faster, harder. Sweat already covered my skin and I loved feeling so out of control, so primal. I hammered into her until I stopped for a moment, just to catch my breath and watch how I went in and out, coated in a thick sheen.

She didn’t like the pause. Now she was the one impaling herself, forward and back, over and over.

“Move for me,” I ordered, and I gave her a loud slap that left the pink print of my hand on her skin.

Her ass bounced with that subtle tremor of flesh hitting my pelvis. I grabbed her hair and forced her to press against my body.

“Today I’m your stud. You obey me. Don’t resist, you’re mine.”

I gave her another spank that made her moan louder, and Marina obeyed at once, offering me her hips, settling herself to my thrusts. The slapping of our bodies woke Olmo’s curiosity, and he stuck his head out from the hallway and, after looking at us for a moment, went back to his spot by the heater, oblivious to everything.

Marina was moaning like crazy. I emptied everything inside her, into her burning sex, until I was hollow.

“Oh, my bitch. You left me with nothing,” I told her, still panting.

“Don’t move, stay like that for a while,” she whispered, pulling me toward her body.

And I stayed. Olmo was asleep. The glass of wine was still half full on the side table. And I, who had left home thinking only of getting back to my own place, ended up discovering that the best confessions are the ones you never thought you’d have to make.