Julie & Romeo

by

Moe Lester
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The sleek German shepherd stretched his long sinewy body on the cool of the kitchen’s rubber-tiled flooring to watch the red-haired young wife move about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency. He chose a corner, his favorite vantage, and a spot he has come to consider his since he arrived at this new place. Though at first it has been strange to him, he has sadly longed to be with his former mistress, the warm affection shown him by the newly married young couple had soon won his fervent attachment.

What’s even more exciting and new to him is the freedom he has here. Before, he was only allowed outside leashed, and with his mistress. However, here he can come and go as he feels the urge, freely exploring the alleys and neighboring yards where other young women gave him bones and sometimes even took him inside their homes.

Of them all, though, it’s this pretty, red-haired woman who answered to the sound of Julie he prefers to be with. She feeds him well and pets him often, making soft little cooing sounds that not only pleased him, but set his great heart beating faster. However, it’s the lack of such attention this morning making the powerful animal uneasy, and he watches her with unflinching, devoted eyes, instinctively knowing not all is right with her.

I know I’m being childish about it, Julie thought as she rinsed the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher. Rosaline isn’t fully to blame, this time.

After all, they’d awakened later than usual and she should know after eight months of marriage what a stickler Rosaline is for punctuality. With only an hour for her to shower, dress, apply makeup and eat breakfast, then drive to the city, Julie was unreasonable enticing Rosaline into making love to her. However, after last night’s big letdown, Julie popped her eyes open this morning with the same sensual embers still smoldering inside her.

Of course, Rosaline had too much to drink the night before at the dinner party, or maybe not enough, Julie isn’t certain which. Still, for some unusual reason Rosaline scissored her as if he were a rabbit, fast, and over too soon. Leaving her in the middle of her passionate climb to orgasm, and dropping immediately to sleep, while Julie lay beside her in excited arousal for over an hour before she fitfully dozes off.
So she woke in no less an erotic state than the lusty tingling she felt when sleep had temporarily stalled her for the night. However, to endure a repeat fiasco within eight hours is almost more than she can bear. Only that she knows her wife will be late for work if she made an issue of it, keeps her from crying frustrated tears. Like a young athlete trying for some Olympic record, Rosaline thrust her fingers into the heated, velvety sanctuary between Julies legs, quickly seeing to her needs, then hopping from the bed while Julie lay panting, still not having orgasmed.

“Sorry, Jules, but I really got to make time, now,” she weakly apologized, wiping off her fingers with her soiled panties as she moved toward the bathroom. Then, at the doorway, Rosaline turns and says, “Look, I’ll make it up to you tonight, Jules, for sure. We’ll go out for dinner, just the two of us, and after, we’ll come home and fuck the way you like it. Okay?”

“OK,” Julie feebly answers, somehow managing a smile for her wife before she darted to the shower.

Well, at least she understands the ‘what’s and whys’ of my frustration, Julie thought as she lay there, fighting the tremendous urge to finish the task with her finger before Rosaline emerges from the shower. When she married Rosaline she’d hopefully put the need for self-gratification behind her, and to this point she hasn’t violated that optimism, for once begins it’ll be too easy a practice to continue.

Julie is aware and unashamed of her carnally amorous nature, so far, her slender, lovable, comely young wife has shown her appreciation of it to the best of her limited ability. There she went again, privately deriding Rosaline with that one word, ‘limited’, and after vowing to herself only several days before she’d not let her mind think this way anymore. What is it the book she had read on marriage and sexual love said? Allowing this vein of thinking toward one’s mate to dwell in the mind will only breed further discontent. It’s important, especially for the new inexperienced bride to adopt a positive and patient view. Either partner might well detain the event of harmony in the sex act by mentally unloading blame of inadequacy on the other.

Well, inexperienced I’ve been and still am, she supposed, if one is to measure by the time I’ve been at it. Rosaline is her first true love, the wondrous night going back to four months before their wedding, and what a blissful performance on Rosaline’s part in the back seat of her car. Her climax so dynamic she fainted, nearly frightening Rosaline to death. Poor, darling.

Julie smiles to herself as she remembers, momentarily pausing in her dish rinsing. Yet such infusing recollections aren’t doing much to soothe the immediate ardor, still glowing hotly in her soft belly and simmering young groin. So she forcefully sealed the memory back inside her mental archive. The main points of importance, they’re rapturously in love, they’re sound and healthy, and her wife’s position at the bank is secure and progressing beyond expectations.

What young bride of six months can ask for more than a beautiful new home, and a devoted partner. So, their sex life is a ‘hit-or-miss’ proposition at times, and when she isn’t left in one of these fired-up states she feels confident and happy about life.

A soft whine from the big German shepherd behind her interrupts the ponytailed redheads stream of thought. She turns, smiling at the handsome animal her Aunt Grace asked her to look after while the vivacious older writer fulfilled a magazine assignment in London.

Though she would’ve done it out of gratitude for this fiftyish, sprightly woman who’d raised her after the accidental death of her parents when she was twelve, she welcomed the magnificent dog’s company. Too many nights, Rosaline is obligated to meet with clients, the unfortunate plight of a successful financier’s life, so the dog’s company Julie appreciated, and the protection this powerful animal gave her.

*****

“What is it, Romeo. darling?” she softly said to him in a tone she somehow has adopted specially for him. “Hungry, baby?” She lovingly strokes the mighty dog’s big, glossy-furred head. “You know, I think I’m beginning to understand why Aunt Grace gave you that devilish little name. It’s the wicked, lovable gleam you often get in those big brown eyes, it sometimes borders on salacity.”

The pleasing sound of her soft, crooning voice with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand on his head filled Romeo with warmhearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head, licking at her smooth hand to show his growing attachment to her. Whatever has troubled her is of relative unimportance as her hand moved to his neck, and she hugs him against her soft, outer thigh.

“I’m not sure, but what you might be some reincarnated ‘Lothario’ from another time,” the curvaceous, doting young wife teased, happy that they exercised a six-month dog impounding law in England before their allowed entry. Otherwise, she’d never have known the tying bond that can grow between a human and their faithful canine friends. She has always loved dogs, yet never owned one herself. It wasn’t until Uncle Ted’s passing and her marriage to Rosaline that Aunt Grace has discovered this wonderful animal. Now, he has become one of the family after only a week, and already she’s dreading the day Aunt Grace will come home to claim him.

“Suppose we look into the fridge to see what we can find for you, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big ham bone there.”
The noble animal whined, as if he knows what she’s saying, and she embraces him against her leg and strokes his head once more. He whimpers and she lightly laughs. The darling. She hoped she’s doing right by letting him traipse around the neighborhood, Aunt Grace had been in such a rush to leave she gave her little advice about him. Because the neighbors have all taken to him, she can’t see any harm in letting him get out. He seems to know where home is, and that’s the main thing.

Although she enjoys taking him on his leash grocery shopping with her, there’s been several times he’s been off gallivanting when she can’t. Invariably, when he accompanied her, some women who live in the neighborhood made it a policy to come and pet him. Such as the day before, when three women approached him, hardly looking at her as they almost blushingly made over him. He has become quite the focus in the neighborhood, and though proud, she has some misgivings over the attention. There’s such a thing, she’d read, as dog-knapping, and how can she ever explain that to Aunt Grace?

“I don’t want to be strict with you, darling,” his new young mistress said with a final, loving pat. “But I just might have to stop some of your wanderlust. Aunt Grace will never forgive me if anything happens to you, and I wouldn’t forgive myself either.”

Romeo is aware only how her melodious, gentle voice bestowed kindness and love. Yet beyond that, he has sensed in his closeness against her a poignant smell familiar to him, a heady scent that immediately inspired trained responses inside his big, muscular body. The human mating aura he’s been skillfully educated to recognize, and he did, but perhaps with more eagerness than usual, for his new mistress made his animal-heart beat rapidly when she pets him.

Her mind is still a conglomeration of mixed thoughts, Julie opens the refrigerator, identifies the ham bone on its plate and bends to retrieve it from back of the tray.

She said aloud, more to herself than the dog, “Ham shouldn’t really be kept this long, anyway, even under refrigeration.”

Though it gave her a jolt, if wild start, the astounded young wife didn’t move. She’s still bent over, but frozen immobile at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Romeo’s nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh. Why she didn’t jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she can only blame the prurient incitement smoldering inside her since the night before. Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing the big dog’s huge head is in under her short-shift, from behind, sniffing, then the hot-pressured lap of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistened cotton gussets of her sheer, snug-fitting panties hugging her seeping cunt lips.
Good God. He’s senses my erotic heat.

His singeing, long, thick tongue has feels like a firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her still hotly fired pussy. Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her partially spread thighs, along the length of her flushed, wet pussy crevice.

Julie raised slowly, straightening, only because she can’t spend the day in that position. She holds the bone in her hand as she turns to gaze at her animal-paramour who’s staring at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and a wagging tail.

“You lovable devil, I was right. That’s why your name is Romeo, because you’re a lover,” she tremulously whispered.

All the sensations she has managed to keep from overwhelming her the past ten hours, suddenly crashing with passionate intensity over her voluptuous, young feminine curves.

“You’re a licentious male lover, a Don Juan, a Casanova, a Hugh Heffner in a dog’s body, but so help me, more handsome than any of them. What’s Aunt Grace been teaching you, anyway, Romeo, my darling?”

The massive German shepherd whimpers, however, the aroused bride isn’t sure whether it’s for the bone she holds, or the now-inflamed secret between her trembling thighs. She shivers outright as she takes a step toward the laundry as if satanically driven. Inside, she holds the bone high in a mind-spinning, teasing gesture, so he’ll see and follow, lascivious things she has never conceived permeating her brain.

“Come in here, darling, in here with Julie,” she whispers, as if someone might overhear. “Come on, baby, that’s my darling and after, you can have the bone. Come on, look what Julie has for you.”

It’s too late to stop now, the breathless, wildly infused Julie insanely reasoned with herself, realizing the depravity of the act and knowing she intends to do it anyway. The eager animal whimpers before her as she stands there, door partially closed and spread legged, her short skirt luridly raised, the fingers of her same hand pulling seductively to one side the thin gussets of her dampened, nylon panties, hotly exposing her lightly hair-fringed, wet cunt before him.

“Come on, Romeo. Do it, lick it, baby. Lick my hot little pussy for me,” she lewdly whispers.

The obscene thought of what she’s doing inspiring almost frantic jolts of raging excitement to charge through her. Eagerly she watches, the sight as the big dog moved closer, enough to jell her knees. Then, unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stab within her when she realizes he’s really going to lick her between her thighs. Oh, this act is beyond obscenity, she thrillingly thought, pulling even further to one side the elastic leg band and the sheer strip of her wet panties to better expose her fire-filled pussy to him. He is, isn’t he? God, he has to.

He does.

The beautiful darling’s long and thick animal-tongue wetly snakes out, curling at its tip as it hotly splays open the fervid, sensitive lips of her pouting pussy. The tongue licks the seeping, inflamed mouth of her cunt, separating the soft, red-hair fringed folds, drawing with a scorching heat up between them, ending and twisting at the delicate bud of her already quivering little clitoris., and he isn’t about to stop there.

Again, and again, without the slightest urging on Julie’s part, the handsome brute repeats his fiery lingual caresses, raising gasps of lurid intoxication from the young redhead wife as she stands there with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed groin thrust obscenely forward, her hand-holding the narrow wisp of her cotton panties aside for Romeo’s lustfully delicious licking of her erotically steaming cunt.

The bone she holds in her small hand has lost its interest for the big German shepherd the moment his new, beautiful redhead mistress raised her skirt and made naked for him her hot, wet young pussy lips. He knew from experience the racing blood pounding through his animal arteries fill him with ardent sexual desire. The delicate scent of her aroused heat filled his keen sensitive nostrils as he ardently strokes his long, thick tongue through the moistened, pink flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong animal-heart beating faster as her exciting feminine sexual odor, the intense fever of her desire, contagiously charges his powerful groin.

“Oh, oh god, yes, darling, like that. Lick it good,” Julie hissed, still holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny panties lewdly pulled away from her burning, red-haired pussy with the other. “Oh, lover, you sweet, sweet, beauty. Lick. Lick. I’ll cum in a minute, darling. Then you can have your bone.”

Suddenly, an unwelcome sound penetrates, a knocking at the backdoor, persistent, yet not demanding. For a long moment, the lustfully captivated Julie didn’t move, she can’t in the throes of her forbidden enchantment. Yet the knocking continues until the huge dog finally stops his obscene caress, growling reflexively in his husky throat.

Oh God, just a minute more and I would’ve cum, she almost frantically screamed within her wildly excited brain.

She thrusts her seething wet cunt obscenely forward, trying to tempt the big animal back to finish his lewd tonguing. Instead, he noses his way through the opening of the door she hasn’t closed to move toward the kitchen entrance.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Julie curses under her breath, quickly pulling her gussets back over her saliva-moistened cunt as she shivers maddeningly from the impassioned sensations electrifying her hotly inflamed young groin in their almost reached orgasmic moment.

Who the devil can it be, she raged inwardly.

Then she heard the throaty voice of a tradesman she had been expecting speaking to Romeo through the screen door.

*****

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