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He licks my face and lets out one of those trademark barks of his before spinning around and trotting off again, looking back long enough to make sure I’m still playing his game.
Before long I can see what he’s up to.
He’s not lost, he’s going home but making sure I go with him the whole way for some reason.
My mind starts to race in time with my heartbeat as I try to keep up with him once he breaks into a full trot.
Maybe his owner’s in trouble?
Some rich old lady who’s had a fall or needs help and I can save the day.
I can return her dog and rescue her at the same time. The reward could be enormous…
My daydreaming means I lose sight of Valentine, bringing me to a complete halt at a crossroads. There’s a little more traffic in this part of town, mostly cars driven by guys in hats and gloves.
The poor side of town it ain’t, and I suddenly feel more lost than that darn dog.
As if on cue, and just when I’m feeling hot enough to want to take my coat off, it starts to rain.
Two quick barks from Valentine tell me he’s not far off, and after dodging an oncoming limo but getting sprayed with a sheet of filthy water, I swear he’s smiling again by the time I find him, waiting under the cover of a huge oak tree out front of an equally enormous three-story townhouse.
There’s a short frontage, which is mostly all fence and an arcing driveway with an immaculate hedge garden. One half of the gate’s open and as soon as he spots me, Valentine bounds up to the house and disappears around the side.
If only to get out of the rain, I make my way to the front portico, which feels bigger than our whole house somehow.
I press the electronic security buzzer and wait. A black disc I know has a camera behind it shows me my distorted reflection.
I look and feel like a drowned rat. More foolish now because I’m about to announce I’ve found someone’s dog who just walked itself back home.
No answer.
I ring again but hearing Valentine whining again, I decide to go investigate down the side of the house.
There’s another huge gate, solid timber. It must be eight feet high.
I hear a scratch and a rattle and it opens, Valentine looking pleased with himself once he shows me how he can open the gate from the inside as easily as he can jump over it.
I feel like I’m trespassing already, but I remind myself that maybe someone is in trouble, maybe the dog’s brought me here to help.
I follow him to the back part of the house, marveling at the ornate Japanese style garden complete with a pond and tiny wooden bridge. There are Maples and low shrubs, white gravel walkways, and a real sense of peace and uniformity to it.
The house itself is old sandstone but fully restored, with gleaming white panes and French doors in the back, a set of thick oak steps leading up to what looks like a kitchen.
Valentine lets himself in, pawing the ornate brass handle as easily and delicately as anyone else who lives here would.
He makes straight for a large blue mat on the tiled floor I can tell at a glance is his spot.
Sitting like a sphinx, he pants and smiles again, nuzzling his nose into his paws before he starts to set to work on cleaning himself up and drying himself off.
I poke my head inside just enough to feel my knees go weak.
The whole place is infused with that wonderful scent. That heavenly, manly smell that makes me want to get down on all fours like Valentine and beg for more.
It’s so subtle though, not a strong scent at all, more of a feeling that triggers something inside me.
Soft but strong. It’s pointless to try and understand it, especially when I’m obviously so helplessly under its spell.
The mental image of a helpless old lady is quickly replaced by something more in line with my earlier daytime fantasy.
The older man who has his way with me.
I call out, timidly at first but then having found myself stepping all the way in I close the door to keep out the cold, relieved by the feeling of warmth and some more of that subtle, manly scent.
I hear my jacket slipping off and as if in a trance or a dream, I ease my boots off too, starting straight for the nearest hallway as I gently reach out for the doorway for support.
I feel like something inside me is about to come loose, like I need to lay down or something.
That strange feeling is pretty obvious, pretty quickly.
I inhale sharply, shivering a breath once I feel my hand straying between my legs, aching to have my pussy touched.
