This was not a development I had thought of.This was not a development I had thought of. I am always worried about looking heavy, and I knew that on hands and knees, with my ass up in the air, was not a flattering. He lifted on leg at a time, as he pulled my skirt off, leaving me there in lace underpants. I didn't know which was worse for me, feeling my ass exposed, or the visible wet spot. Jon had not taken his eyes off of me, and now rested a hand on my shoulder. He slowly ran it down my back, as if stroking his dog. My eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. "Hand me those sweats", my lover said, as he worked each foot into them. He drew them up slowly over my legs, touching me softly on the back of my thighs. He tightened the drawstring and stood up. "Let's go". I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There are two ways that dogs walk with their masters. There are eager dogs that bound ahead, pulling their owners after them. On the other hand there are hesitant dogs who follow behind. That was me. We walked out of Jon's house, and down the steps, which are long, and therefore difficult on hands and knees. I don't think I have been so acutely aware of my breasts since I was a teenager. |