Amy walked out of the laundry room, crossed the hallway, and entered the kitchen.
As she walked, she distinctly noticed how sweaty she was. While she was fully outfitted with the latest athletic gear, she could not help but notice how tightly the synthetic fabric clung to her body. Feeling the damp texture of her teal-colored sports bra as it delicately hugged her breasts, she slipped her fingers under the nylon band below her boobs and readjusted the fabric. The creamy smooth texture of her moist skin as her fingers traced the underside of her bosom caused Amy to give out a barely audible sigh. Amy had worked hard for her firm and lusty figure. Despite her athletic physique highlighting a small waist and taut abdomen, she was still able to maintain a respectable bust size. Amy credited this to the genes she inherited from her mother, as her mother always had respectable breasts as evidenced by photos of her when she was younger.
Amy’s fingers descended and traced the contours of her tightly drawn stomach, caressing the recesses that just made out her abs. She circled her cute navel with her index finger and could not help but notice a small warmth beginning to build between her legs. She ran her fingers down under and across the waistband of her soft, black, form-fitting, nylon-polyester running shorts. She readjusted the waistband slightly and caught a tiny glimpse of her smooth mound. Amy was diligent about shaving her vulva at least two to three times a week, as the stubble that began to grow after not shaving for a few days would irritate her as she ran. She did not mind the extra chore, as she loved the sexy, smooth feeling this gave her.
She removed her fingers out from under her waistband and slid her hands down the sides of her hips as her fingertips reached the border between her sleek shorts and the moist skin of her outer thighs. The shorts left about 2/3 of her thigh uncovered, which Amy thought might be a tad too short. However, she could not argue with how comfortable they felt while running. Amy admired her fit, smooth legs. Even though she was modest in statue, she always felt like her legs appeared deceptively long. She was particularly fond of how firm, yet supple, her thighs and hamstrings were. This was no doubt due to her tireless squat and leg curl workouts in the gym, as well as countless stretching routines. Her legs were perhaps the part about herself she loved the most, as the feeling of her hands squeezing and caressing her inner thighs drove her crazy whenever she had the chance to indulge in some “personal time”. Amy ran her hands down past her knees and felt her tense calves. They were slightly sore to the touch, which was to be expected. She was no stranger to strenuous workouts and knew the soreness would fade with time, and after a hot, steamy shower.
Satisfied with the cursory self-examination of her sweaty body, Amy turned and opened a cabinet above the sink and grabbed a glass. She filled the glass with water from the tap and took several deep gulps. The cold water felt refreshing and soothing as she swallowed. After several more gulps the glass had emptied, and Amy felt somewhat surprised at how thirsty she remained. She licked her lips and put the glass under the faucet to fill it up again. As she filled a second glass, she heard a scratching noise coming from the sliding-glass door on the other side of the kitchen.
Max could see someone was in the kitchen, but from his low vantage point, he was not able to identify who it was. He had noticed the family was packing up to go somewhere, but to where he was not sure. He thought maybe they would take him along, but after they let him outside to do his business, he heard them drive off. How long they would be gone, he did not know. However, his keen sense of hearing told him that someone was still in the house, as he heard the garage door shut and someone enter the kitchen.
Scratching at the glass door, he could see the young mistress approaching. Her skin seemed to be shining for some reason, and even through the door he could sense a subtle salty odor. Max could hardly contain his excitement as Young Mistress came closer. He hoped she would scratch behind his ear and maybe give him a treat! He pawed excitedly at the door, eager to be let inside. Why was it taking her so long?
He watched as the youthful girl opened the door, and as soon as the glass began to move, Max burst through and jumped up to greet her. She was startled by his sudden lunge and took a step back as Max leapt up, landing his front paws on her shoulders. Fortunately, she was able to steady herself and avoid falling. Max began furiously licking her face in excitement and joy, noting the salty taste of her skin, more so than usual. He attributed the scent from a moment ago before the door was opened to this salty nectar on Young Mistress’s skin, and he began energetically lapping it up as the taste excited him. He had also detected the subtle hint of a second smell that aroused him, but he soon lost focus as his brain quickly returned its attention to the salty snack in front of him, and he thought of it no more.
“Ow…. down boy! Down Max!” commanded Amy as the 90-lb wrecking ball came crashing onto her shoulders and chest. Amy was always surprised how every time Max greeted her, it was as if she had been gone for days. She struggled somewhat to push Max off of her as he continued to lather her face in doggie saliva. As much as Amy enjoyed the occasional pet smooch, this was quickly becoming excessive. “Come on, Max! I haven’t been gone that long…. down!” Amy ordered somewhat more forcefully. Finally, she was able to maneuver Max off her with a bit of force that took much more effort than Amy had anticipated, further confirming how depleted she was after her run.
With a thump, Max landed back on his forepaws and stood there, panting with his tongue out, looking at Amy. “You big goofball! What did you have to go and do that for?!” Amy exclaimed. “You’re lucky I was already destined for the shower, otherwise I’d have given you a big earful.” Max tilted his head to one side quizzically, as if asking ‘Huh?’ Amy could not justify being upset with him. If anything, Max’s constant state of high-energy was itself energizing, particularly after a rough day. Amy could not remember how many times Max had been there to cheer her up after a tough track meet or stressful day at school. “Aw, you big goof!” Amy said playfully as she reached a hand out to scratch behind his ear. Max responded with a cheerful snort and tilted his head to one side in order to give Amy maximum contact with the area behind his ear. His tail was hardly able to contain his contentment. “Come on, let’s get you a snack,” Amy said as she stopped petting Max’s head and walked towards the kitchen.
Max followed obediently, excited for the treat he knew was coming. He followed behind Young Mistress as she led him towards the cupboard that stored the animal food and treats. He could not help but catch a hint of that familiar scent once again as she walked in front of him. It was different than the scent produced from the nectar he had tasted on her face, and which seemed to coat her arms, stomach, and legs. It was reminiscent of the scent he smelled on the backsides of the female dogs in heat he encountered at the park, but something was different about it. Max’s doggie brain was incapable of resolving the puzzling question, which ultimately did not matter to him as his attention quickly snapped back to reality when Young Mistress held out a sweet-smelling dog biscuit in front of his nose.