Who Let the Dogs Out

So you know how some like to have dessert before dinner? I was thinking about dessert before breakfast. We had just watched the sunrise outside his beautiful home, and he offered to make me breakfast. Granted this was after necking on the beach like a couple of highschool kids, and me trying to ignore the elephant in his pants and my own lunatic kitty begging to be assuaged, but sure I said, both of us knowing that we'd never make it to the kitchen until lunch if we're lucky. But I digress.

Just be, he says; be your authentic self. He tells me, I see you and you're beautiful just the way you are. Of course, I thought it was a line, and he was full of it, but he was too cute to call BS. Even though I was dressed down in my workout shorts, had a holey shirt, no makeup whatsoever, and don't get me started on the rat's nest on my head, I couldn't believe he wasn't f'n with me. I was half-soaked and washing my car at the local self-service car wash spot when he asked if I needed a hand because I was struggling to reach the top of my car. I told him, thanks, and that I'll manage, hoping that he'd carry on his way, but I'm not gonna lie, he certainly caught my eye. I was actually embarrassed to be seen and hoped that he'd carry on, and wished for another day.

He said okay, sensing my discomfort, but amended with "how about coffee one of these mornings or a couple of drinks sometime"? I gave him what must have been the most sus look and felt immediately sorry for it, but asked him anyway if that usually works for him? He smiled and asked, If what usually works for him? I replied, "asking random girls to breakfast", because that was probably what I subconsciously wanted to hear. He dimpled up with the most amazing smile and said that wasn't what he thought he asked, and certainly not what he was trying to convey, until I brought it up. I said Nice try, but you must be high, followed by a reveal of me waving my hands over myself, as if saying Look at me. He maintained that deafening smile and said some shit about me being my authentic self, beautiful blah, blah, blah and asked me for my name. We exchanged names and I tried to get rid of him because I didn't want him to keep looking at my soul the way he was, and only agreed to give him my "real" phone number because he said he didn't have any social media, and I didn't think he'd call anyways. No social media was also suspicious to me, but mainly because I couldn't do the normal deep dive we women do when we think something is too good to be true.

From that point on I had James burned into my brain; as if it were a choice, with his six foot something, blue eyed Celtic ass, and I tried to brush the whole interaction off as a fluke, but I couldn't shake him. He said he'd call me later, but I wasn't holding my breath; it's funny, the lies we tell ourselves. I was, though, suddenly rejuvenated and had a little more pep in my step, because who wouldn't appreciate a little James pick me up at the beginning of their day? I tried to play it down as much as possible to mitigate any potential letdown, but I also took something else he had said to heart. He said just be, which sounds simple, but it did hit different. I told myself to stop fighting the happy and to practice acceptance. I mean he did introduce himself, had my number and had already made my day, plus, I told myself that if I eliminated any expectations, I'd already be happier than I was before I ever laid eyes on him.

So I continued to walk on clouds the rest of the day with maybe just a tad amount of hope instead of expectations, and when my phone did actually catch me off guard and I realized who was calling me, the caller id said "yeah right", I lit up from the inside out. I answered like, I didn't know or expect who'd be calling me, and continued to play it off with him as much as I could, while I celebrated and danced around my apartment, and flashed the phone to my roommates with boundless glee. We shot the shit for over an hour but it only felt like seconds when he asked, "So, how about those drinks and then breakfast" with a playful laugh, to which I maybe too wholeheartedly agreed to. He said, Nothing fancy, just shorts and flip-flops and that he'd pick me up. I didn't even hesitate to give him my address, and was probably lucky he didn't ask for my Social Security number. We agreed on a time and hung up before my roommates and I screamed together in celebration.

I had a lot of prep work to do, but didn't want to make it look like I did anything, but you know how it goes. I obviously had some landscaping to attend to, just in case, and I tried my best to make it look like I did nothing. I shaved and showered, and took the next few hours putting together a pair of cutoff shorts, a tank-top, and of course my matching top shelf bra and panties. My roomies talked me into just letting my naturally curly hair hang loose, and I made sure to have a pony around my wrist, you know, with no expectations attached. I felt like I was ready for anything and was so happy that my period had just passed, my skin was on point, and all I needed was something to calm the nerves. So my roomies, best friend, who just happened to stop by, wink wink, and I decided to take the edge off with a shot, before attempting to look sparse and natural when he arrived.

He texted me letting me know that he was ten minutes out, so we all scattered like cockroaches when the lights come on, all of them vying for the best vantage point, hoping to sneak a peek. I half expected him to just text me to come out, but we were all relieved when there was a knock on the door. Again, I collected myself and purposely dragged my feet to the door while my girls all looked at me like a bunch of owls. I motioned them all to fix their faces before I opened the door. I was ridiculous in my attempt to be nonchalant, as were all my girls, as we stood slack-jawed and looked too obviously staged around the apartment to be organic. They might as well have been peeping from behind the couch and curtains.

I don't think he even noticed, and he just confidently, but unassumingly, said hello. He is definitely six five at least, was wearing some worn jeans, flip-flops, and a loose tank top. Of course, that was the first thing we all noticed, and not those bedroom blues and dark lashes, his equally curly raven hair, or how form-fitting those jeans were. His loose tank also allowed us all a peek behind the curtains, and boy was he packing. Broad-shouldered like he might have been a swimmer in college, but with hair, not like Chewbacca, but manly, and he smelled like Irish Spring, which oddly reminded me of my dad. No tattoos or piercings, just all natural. It's funny, though, how much girls observe because they all offered many observations when I saw them the following night. Like how tanned he was and how his finger and toenails were beach white and kept and how his veins were like a delicious road map, and "dat ass" as he walked me out the door. Girls don't miss a thing.

I was shocked that he Ubered to me, but I respected that because he planned on drinking, and he did say that he'd make sure I got home safely, for which I responded to myself, eventually. I was tripping already and not just stealing bases but skipping innings. I couldn't help but think about how gorgeous and gifted our kids would be, but in my defense, I hadn't chosen any names at that point. I found out earlier during our phone conversation that he was an environmental engineer and architect, and though I didn't know what that was, I got the impression that he really cared about the environment, and how could that be bad? He adores his mommy and his much older brother, whom he grew up under the wings of after his dad passed away too soon. I know he loves animals and has a couple of giant Rottweilers and a female cat that runs his house. So, he has a job, good family, loves animals and the environment, so I lied and was thinking Michael or Gia, whichever came first; I kid.

He took me to this beach bar that he frequents because of the proximity to his house, which he offered with full disclosure. I wouldn't have thought he had any malicious intent anyway, especially since I was already naming our firstborn, but being with him just felt like home, and I barely had to struggle to stay present. We laughed, ate wings and curly fries, drank light beer with a few shots, and played darts and pool; it was just us, and we didn't want the night to end; so it never has. We did close the bar that morning, and walked the beach, and I completely forgot that he mentioned he lived close by until he pointed to this big beautiful home in the dunes, and described how he engineered his home.

Normally, most people would have thought that he had done this every night with a million different women, but I didn't care or ask, and it didn't even enter my mind; he was mine already, and it felt right and long lost, but found. He asked if he could let the dogs out, and my mind ran the gutter until he pointed up to the house, and we saw his dogs dancing in the giant picture windows. I did confess that I needed to pee, so we walked up to the house, and he introduced me to his fur family before I used the bathroom. When I came out, he had a beach blanket, a couple of cups of coffee, and asked if I was up for watching the sunrise. Again, what a line, and who could say no, plus the sun was just below the horizon and already beautiful, and I certainly didn't want to be too impatient to get into those pants. Though my kitty had her own thoughts, but that bitch can wait, but even I thought, not for too long. The dogs ran and played, and even his cat came down to watch while he and we burned away an hour that felt like only minutes, until he asked, "So how about that breakfast?"

I had no shame and only one fuck to give, and gave him an obnoxious wink and nod of my head and asked if that is what they're calling it now? I mean my face lips were swollen from all the necking, my nether lips hadn't shut up ever since I met him, and there was no way I was waiting after he taste tested my oil two seconds ago right there on the beach with his huge dipstick of a finger that found its way between thigh and cut off shorts. I had also been learning how to drive his real stick through his jeans and could only get into second gear three-quarters of the way down his thigh, and still had three or four gears to go. Not to mention, that was after already having him between my legs and grinding those gears through our denim. So I said How about dessert first?

He smiled like a school boy, and we both jumped up and he rallied his fur babies, and I started to grab the blanket, but he said Leave it. We raced up to the house and beach sand be damned as we kissed and pawed all the way to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him in the face of his dogs, and I laughed, thinking to myself again about that song from the Baha Men - Who Let The Dogs Out, as I was already feverishly working on the button fly of his jeans. We had already peeled our shirts off halfway up the hallway, and my bra dropped down around my wrist just as I popped the last button on his jeans as we kissed next to his bed. I let my bra drop to the floor and saw my scrunchie still around my wrist, and it was like fate. In one seamless move, I removed my scrunchie, pulled my mane into a pony, and dropped to my knees, pulling his pants and briefs down with me.

Who, who, who, who, who indeed? My prayers were answered, and honestly, I was a little scared as I knelt at his feet. This dog was huge, and what scared me wasn't the length but the girth. I mean it hung fat in my face, and I was able to wrap both my hands around it, and it wasn't even done growing. Some women say they love to give head, some lie, but for me, it all depends. He had already confessed that he couldn't wait to taste me, so I wanted to set the bar high, but wasn't sure how I could with his. My kitty screamed, "Let me, let me", as she ached from what I was looking at. I said wait your turn as I kissed up his cock and it quickly grew and grew. It was delicious and smelled and tasted like the beach, if that makes sense. I hadn't had many to compare with and doubt many could but I was able to stroke his cock with two hands while taking him as far as I could. It was challenging, but I was happy to take this one for the team. I thought then that I've always thought dick pics were gross but this one deserved to be framed and I actually wanted my girl friends to see it so that they'd believe me and could share in my glee. I really did try my best pole dance routine, but my jaw was hurting, and he was being so gentle with me by not thrusting, and simply stood there and watched me pay homage. I looked up his Adonis frame, his ripped abs, that swimmer's chest and shoulders and locked eyes with his baby blues and when we did he threw his head back, crossed his arms behind his head and gave me just a taste of what was to cum. My kitty actually cramped as if saying, "My turn bitch," as he pulled me to my feet and kissed me to taste what was cooking.

I was ready to climb my way into that saddle just to shut her up, but he effortlessly picked my up in his strong arms and I wrapped my legs tight around his waist and my arms around his neck but I'm pretty sure his cock would've supported my weight as I sat down on it. My cat wanted to tear that dog up, but sang a different tune when he tried to break into me. My mind wanted it, but my pussy was too tight and locked him out. I was willing to throw myself on him, but she was just scared and could only tease us all by giving and taking the first three or four inches before pumping the brakes for safety reasons. My minds was saying Go but my pussy was saying No, and he even apologized because I was wincing and moaning involuntarily before he asked if he could taste me. Funnily, I was reluctant and wanted to be punished, but now my kitty was saying Yes. So he turned and gently lay me near the edge of the bed and said My turn as he went to his knees, spread my legs and scooped my ass up in his big hands and preceded to eat me like a slice of watermelon. You know how you can tell how a man is in bed by how he eats? Well, this man was all in. He spread me with his face, and my butter was soon glistening all over it from ear to ear and brow to chin, before he put me down and said Let me in.

I was already like, Forget her trepidation and hurt me please, but he had other ideas. He wrapped one arm around one of my legs and spread my pussy lips tuat and fluttered his tongue across my clit while he slowly tenderized me with his big fingers on the other hand. He took his time making sure I was super wet and lubricated as he worked his way up to his knuckle, first with one finger, then another and soon my pussy was greedy for more and I came just a little, but shut it down because momma wanted more. He read me perfectly and stood at the edge of the bed to slowly work that beautiful cock into me. She was a lot more receptive, and even though there was no way to swallow him whole, it was nice to feel his strong thighs meet the backside of mine. He went nice and slow as he looked me in the eyes to read me. I was already edging and wasn't sure how long I could hang and shook my head no and pulled him in deep with my legs and held him still while I came harder and shook and bucked around his gifted cock just hoping that I'd be able to continue. He smiled like he was proud and just patiently waited to see and I guess that watching me cum also put him on edge because he started to shake his head no and I felt his cock start to pulse and throb inside me and I got excited again because he was too excited and I told him Fuck me.

Given the green light and already being on the fence himself, he started his motor again and was soon bouncing fast and hard off the back of my thighs. You could tell he was struggling hard to keep his orgasm at bay by all the veins in his body that looked like they were going to blow. I was anxious and excited for him to concede in me and talked gangs of shit and told him so. I was already stacking orgasms on that dog, and when he started to howl, it looked like he was literally wolfing out. He threw his head back, his whole body looked like it grew and soon we were both cumming in unison. What a sight that was, and he fell next to me on the bed to catch his breath. I rolled over and threw an arm and legs over him and put my hand on his heart to feel it slowly stop trying to thump through his chest. When he finally could breathe and speak, he asked me how I liked my eggs, and I smiled and thought to myself, highbred and fertilized, but settled for over medium with dark toast. He asked, Sausage or bacon as he stood and walked towards the door in the buff. I just watched dat ass and said I'm easy and that has been our routine for nearly four years now, and we're expecting fraternal twins and funnily enough, we did settle on Michael and Gia after all.

Happy Hump Day!!