Faster and faster and faster, Vicki's finger fucked into her moistly clasping cunt, deliberately teasing her clitoris and vaginal opening until her orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded the bed beneath her, as her other hand squeezed and kneaded her nakedly quivering breasts and nipples causing wave after wave of pain-pleasure to ripple outward from her sensitive flesh. There was no guilt, no shame for her in that frozen period of time; there was only the wonderful, rapturous feelings of impending climax which were filling her very soul.
Kirk, oh Kirk, please Kirkkkkkkk… ooooohhhhh God, pleaseeeeeeee…
CHAPTER TWO
Slowly, as she reached for her release, an unwelcomed sound penetrated the lustfully stimulated young wife's brain: a knocking at the back door… persistent… but… not demanding… yet! For a long moment, the rapturously captivated Vicki did not move, couldn't move in the throes of her forbidden enchantment. But the knocking continued… Oh God, just a minute more and I would have come! she thought wildly.
Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her robe as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying her loins. Who the devil could it be?
"Vicki…? Oh, Vickiiiii…?" a throaty female voice called.
There's no mistaking that voice; it was the landlady's, Vicki thought dejectedly as she slipped into the robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then gave her hair several quick pats.
"Oh, there you are, honey," the voice gushed as Vicki approached the windowed kitchen door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil she felt.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you?" the older woman continued. Then, not waiting to be invited in, she opened the door, paused to let her big Doberman pinscher enter first and then boldly stepped in herself.
"No, that's all right. I was just getting ready to bathe," Vicki lied.
"Gee, honey, I'm sorry," the woman said in a tone that clearly indicated she really wasn't. "I just had to come over as soon as I found out," she continued breathlessly as her eyes traveled up, and then down, her tenant's scantily clad body. "With Harold being gone, I just knew you wouldn't mind, and if I've told him once, I've told him a hundred times that you and Kirk are the best tenants we've ever had, always so thoughtful and considerate, and…"
"Mrs. Hatton!" Vicki interjected firmly.
"Yes, my dear?"
"What is it you know I wouldn't mind?" Vicki asked with a trace of impatience that went unnoticed in the older woman.
"Wouldn't mind? Wouldn't mind? Oh, yes," she said, her thought process finally overtaking her runaway tongue. "I knew you wouldn't mind taking care of Fello," she continued to gush excitedly, then smiled broadly at her own cleverness at remembering. "He's such a doll…" She smiled again. "Really no trouble at all…" She glanced warmly at the big friendly dog shaking profuse amounts of rain water on the recently polished floor. "… and I really must leave tonight…" Her dark eyes darted upwards again, searching the young woman's for some sign of acceptance. "… and it's the only flight 'til two tomorrow afternoon…" Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then returned to Vicki's. "… and Bill doesn't think Effie will last more than a couple of days," she concluded somewhat breathlessly.
Vicki remained motionless for a long moment digesting the flow of words which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes shifted from her raincoat clad and dripping landlady to the dog who was still busily shaking water all over her clean kitchen floor. Finally, she lifted her glance again, studied those of the expectant woman, and said: "You want me to take care of Fello for you while you visit your sister who is ill, is that it?"
"Oh, I knew you'd understand, dear," the older woman enthused. "If I've told Harold once, I've…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"How long are you planning on being away?"
"Oh! I really wouldn't know." The landlady's eyebrows arched upwards and frown lines wrinkled her forehead beneath a mop of rain-matted dark hair. After a moment her expression changed, registering satisfaction, and as she ticked each item off with the forefinger of her right hand touching in turn each of the upraised fingers of her left, she said: "Let's see, one day to get there, two or three days 'til the funeral, a day or two to…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"Why don't you call me from your sister's after you have appraised the situation," Vicki said, stepping forward to place a gentling hand on the other woman and begin guiding her toward the door, "and let me know then. In the meantime you can write me a list of the things I need to know… the phone number where you'll be, instructions for the care and feeding of Fello and anything else you think is important. Meanwhile, Fello can stay here with me and when your ready to leave you can drop the list off. Okay?"
"Oh, I just knew you'd understand, dear," Mrs. Hatton said happily as she stodgily allowed Vicki to guide her to the door. "If I've told Harold once…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"You hurry on over to the house, and pack and write me that list. And don't worry about a thing."
"Oh, you're so sweet. I knew you…"
"And don't worry about Fello," Vicki interjected as she opened the door.
Mrs. Hatton's eyes flicked to the huge animal who was now sniffing at the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. "Now you be a good dog, Fello," she gushed sweetly. "You mind Vicki."
Fello looked up momentarily, then resumed sniffing.
Vicki gave her landlady a convincing smile.
Mrs. Hatton's eyes suddenly began to twinkle mischievously as she backed through the doorway. She said: "Thank you, dear. I'm sure Fello will be as much of a companion to you as he is to me. You know, what with Harold being away so much of the time and…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"Good-bye!"
"Good-bye, dear."
For several moments Vicki watched the retreating figure of her landlady, then a soft whine from the big Doberman pincher behind her interrupted her thoughts. She turned, frowned momentarily, then smiled down at the handsome animal as he ambled toward her.
"What is it, Fello, baby?" she cooed softly. "Are you hungry, baby?" she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's head.
The pleasing sound of the young woman's soft, crooning voice together with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand filled Fello with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to impart his growing attachment to her.
"Supposing we look in the fridge to see what we can find for you to eat, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big steak bone there."
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were saying, Vicki thought, as she embraced him against her leg and continued stroking his head.
Fello 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…
Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Vicki opened the refrigerator and bent down to retrieve the steak bone from its place on a lower shelf.
Behind the bent figure, Fello's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of the loose housecoat.
Vicki was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Fello'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, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened vaginal lips!