The whole world was shaking, rocking Ian violently from side to side. He opened one bleary eye, groaning as the bright daylight stabbed his brain. "Come on… You promised you would walk the dog this morning…" she screeched as she shook him.
"Okay, okay…" he mumbled, and as she left the room, Ian rolled off the bed and slowly got to his feet. He felt like he had only just got to sleep, his head throbbed and his mouth felt and tasted like he had been licking bins all night. He made his way to the bathroom, taking a couple of painkillers from the cabinet before he cleaned himself up. Showered and feeling slightly more human he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoody. Then went downstairs where a cup of coffee was waiting for him. He drank it quickly, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door. "Won't be long," he called out and pulled the door shut behind himself.
The old dear's house was just a few minutes' drive away, on the edge of town. The quiet frosty streets were empty and as he shut the car door the sudden loud noise seemed so out of place. But a moment later, he was inside, drinking coffee number two and chatting with the old dear while her little dog yapped at his feet. Coffee drunk, he clipped the dog's lead to its collar and headed out into the cold Sunday morning.
The dog seemed to know where it was going, so Ian just followed it, fastening his coat as they walked along the icy pavement and wishing he had brought a hat. After a few hundred yards the dog took a left turn, and Ian followed. Every now and then the dog stopped to sniff a tree or piece of wall, and Ian just stood waiting patiently then followed. Again they took a left and Ian felt he knew where this was heading, he would be back home and back to bed in no time. The dog stopped again, giving a small tree set into the pavement a really good sniffing. Ian sighed, pulling his shoulders up and back, turning his head to the side, and hearing his vertebrae crack.
"What the fuck…" he gasped, and stood still, staring at the upstairs bay window of a nearby house. The white net curtains moved slightly, and Ian could have sworn that just before they closed he had caught a glimpse of the most magnificent pair of breasts, pushed between the net curtains. the dog pulled on the lead and Ian followed, his eyes riveted to the window as he approached and passed by the house. There was no further movement, no sign that this house wasn't just like all the others in that quiet suburban street.
The pair walked on, Ian trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or not. The dog took the next left, and the next, heading back home, its tail wagging. It tried to turn left into the front garden, but Ian had other ideas, his pace quicker now and no longer entertaining the dog's desire to sniff everything, Ian made his way back around the block.
Soon the house was in sight and as he approached he slowed down, watching the upstairs window for any sign. He was just a couple of houses away when the net curtains parted and a truly magnificent pair of breasts were displayed between the thin gauze. As pale as snow the white globes hung and swayed in the window. Each was crowned by a large puffy dark red nipple.
Ian slowed even more as he approached, gazing up at the wonderful pair of tits on display and feeling himself growing hard quickly in his loose sweatpants. Suddenly those wonderful boobs were pressed against the cold hard glass, spreading them out like plates, the red nipples twisting and bending as they stiffened and grew. Ian came to a halt outside the house and they were gone. The net curtains closed, and once more the street was quiet and ordinary.
Thoughts raced through Ian's mind, trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on here. Was this for real? One thing he was sure of was that he was wide awake now. He thought about what this woman could possibly be thinking, did she just want to tease him, or did she want more? He decided that either way, he had to show his appreciation, so he unfastened the front of his coat and pulled back one side, leaving anyone watching from the house in no doubt, judging by the huge bulge in his pants, that he was enjoying the show.
But what if she wants more, what if this is just an invitation? Gathering his courage, and the little dog that seemed intent on heading home now, he opened the gate and walked up the short path to the front door. He knocked twice and waited, but there was no response. He knocked again, but still no answer.
Feeling a little stupid and hugely disappointed he walked away, glancing back at the quiet house in the middle of that quiet street as he left. He walked the dog quickly back to its home and again went straight by the gate. Marching quickly round the block, the dog trotting and panting alongside, he was soon approaching the house again.
"Okay…" he said to himself, "last time, don't be such a loser, enjoy the show, if you get one, then go home." He approached the house for a third time, once again slowing as he got close, and again the net curtains parted and those big beautiful tits appeared between them, swaying gently from side to side, quivering slightly as their owner shook them.
"Oh, fuck…" Ian whispered to himself, as he stood by the gate gazing up at them, and realized she was masturbating. He could see one hand against the window, holding the curtain open. The other arm was pressed against the side of her large breast and disappeared below the window in the dark room, but seemed to be leading between her thighs.
Ian opened the gate and walked up to the front door again, the curtains closing as he entered the front garden. He raised his hand and knocked twice, the door eased open just a crack. Ian could feel his heart pounding, his hand trembling with excitement as he pushed the door gently and it swung open.
He stepped inside the wide, picture-perfect hallway, closing the door behind him and hooking the dog's lead over the handle. "Hello…" he called out as loud as he dare. Then he crossed the hardwood floor quietly in his trainers and made his way upstairs. All but one of the doors upstairs were shut. The one he was interested in was open, he walked to it and stepped inside.
On the far side of the room, kneeling on the seat of a low-backed armchair, her hands resting wide apart and flat on the windowsill, and totally naked, was a woman, one Ian had never seen before in his life. Her big soft bottom thrust out at him, as pale and beautiful as her breasts. Her knees were pressed against the back and sides of the chair, her thighs open as wide as they could be, and her dark pink folds could just be seen between them. Her back was almost completely covered by long wavy dark red hair, her toes curled up and tense. The only sound was her panting softly and Ian's heart thumping.
"Hi," Ian said almost in a whisper, she didn't reply, her body tensed showing she had heard him, and she knew he was there, but made no other movement. For a long agonizing moment, he didn't know what to do next, but then her hands shifted on the windowsill, taking hold of the edge as she wriggled herself back and pushed her bottom out a little more.