Max greedily lapped up the dog treat from the girl’s hand and savored its delicate taste. That hit the spot, Max thought as he licked his lips and snout clean. As he watched Young Mistress begin to put away the treats in the lower cabinet, his nostrils flared suddenly at the enigmatic scent produced went she bent over. Max moved forward to investigate. The scent seemed to be coming from the area between her legs. It was intoxicating to Max and he moved as if in a trance towards her bent over rump, aiming for the small gap between her soft inner thighs. His nose just inches away, he gave a few quick sniffs, then lapped from behind at the girl’s crotch with his long, leathery tongue.
Amy gave out a sudden yelp and shot straight up in an instant as she felt the rough texture of her dog’s tongue run across her snatch. She turned around in a flash and put her hands down over her groin to prevent any further assault. “Max!”, Amy exclaimed, quite taken aback. Max just stood there with the same old dumb look on his face, tongue out, gently panting. Amy let out a few deep breaths before composing herself once again. She knew Max was a curious dog, but that was the first time he had licked her like that. It happened so fast and was so unexpected that Amy could not help but simply stand there for a few moments, trying to make sense of what just occurred. “Max, go lie down!”, Amy commanded, pointing towards the dog’s bed in the corner. Max tilted his head to the side as if conveying confusion. “Now, Max.” Amy reiterated. Max obediently turned and walked towards his bed, made a few circles as he tried to find a comfortable position, and finally flopped down.
Amy turned back around towards the counter and leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the countertop. While she was shocked about what just transpired, she could not ignore the fact that a flicker of heat had built up in her sensitive mound. She reached down and slid a finger over the delicate fabric that lie between her pussy lips. She never wore panties while running, as the extra fabric had a tendency to chafe. So as her finger ran over her running shorts, a small but distinct electrical sensation shot through her body as her nerves steadily became aroused. Amy closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, before quickly opening them again and removing her hand out of her warm groin. Amy cleared her throat and turned back around to face Max, who had not moved from his previous position in the corner, still looking towards Amy with his same dumb innocent look.
“Looks like it’s time for that shower, huh boy?”, Amy declared, taking another quick gulp of water from her glass before pouring the remainder out in the sink and placing it in the dishwasher. She turned to exit the kitchen. Before she walked out, she stopped suddenly and remembered she had yet to feed Max. She turned back around and headed towards the animal food cabinet once again. Opening the cabinet, she spied the old bag of dog food her mother had told her about. Amy was sure Max would not be too happy settling for his old dog food after getting used to brand-name kibble, however there was nothing Amy could do about it now, so it would have to suffice. As she poured the stale dog food into the metal bowl near the cabinet, the sound of food cascading upon steel caused Max to raise his ears in curiosity. Amy replaced the bag to its compartment and walked out of the kitchen towards her room as Max got up from his bed and walked towards his bowl.
Amy walked into her bedroom and again noticed how exhausted she felt. She wanted nothing more than to just collapse into her soft bed and melt into the sheets, however she knew in her current sweaty state, it was best if she showered first. She walked into the adjacent bathroom and began to disrobe. She took off her cotton socks first, slinging them into the nearby laundry hamper. She winced slightly as she felt the cold tile against the soles of her feet. Amy started the shower to give time for the water to warm up, before proceeding to take off her sports bra. Fortunately, this model had a convenient zipper up the front, which she pulled down, allowing her breasts to easily give way. “Phew!”, Amy exclaimed as her tits bounced and rebounded upon finally being released, seemingly thanking her for being freed from the stifling confines of her top. She pulled the top from off her shoulders and arms and threw it into the laundry hamper as well. She admired her perky boobs in the mirror for a moment. She always felt that they were not too large, and not too small. Considering how active she was, she was thankful they were not smaller, like some of the flat-chested girls she knew on her track team. When she would pleasure herself, she would often squeeze them while she played with her pussy. The extra stimulation would always send her over the edge. Occasionally she would pinch and play with her nipples, but usually this was not necessary, as simply caressing and stroking the skin of her bust was enough.
Amy next slid the elastic band of her running shorts down her legs and carefully picked up each foot as she removed the sweaty garment and tossed it into the laundry basket also. Amy took the hair tie out of her hair and released her ponytail, revealing lush strands of shoulder-length brunette hair. Looking at her nude image in the mirror pleased Amy, as she once again noted her firm and toned body. Her sleek arms, her perky rack, her solid core, her lean thighs complementing her foxy legs, and her plump yet firm ass. Amy raised her hand and swept her hair behind her ear as she admired her piercing hazel eyes, her modest nose, her sleek yet full cheeks, and her youthful lips, although she noted they were somewhat chapped after her run. No matter, I will take care of that after my shower, she thought. Amy stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass shower door behind her. She immediately melted under the steamy hot water, releasing a long and sensual sigh from her lips.
Max picked at the kibble in his food bowel, unimpressed with his mistress’ offering. He managed a few bites of the stale parcels in his bowl before getting a few laps of water and laying back down on his bed across from the kitchen, clearly disappointed with his meal. Still though, the predominant thought occupying Max’s doggy brain was not concerning his food at all, but rather the mysterious, yet alluring, scent he had detected emanating from Young Mistress earlier. Using his primitive doggy logic, he still was not able to rationalize what was causing the sweet smell. But one thing Max knew for sure was that he liked it. He could sense a pleasant warmth growing in his nether region as he puzzled over this conundrum.
Amy stepped out of the shower and inhaled sharply with a shiver as a chilled wave moved across her body when her warm and damp flesh met the relatively cold room air. She quickly patted herself dry with her thick towel and instantly felt refreshed. “I needed that…” Amy said in a half-sigh to herself as she brought the towel across her face and down her chest, dabbing at a few remaining drops on her skin. She blow-dried her hair until it regained its vibrant natural sheen and laid flawlessly back amongst her shoulders. She marveled at how she rarely had to put extra effort into straightening her hair, as simply drying it was often enough for it to regain its naturally straight style. She then applied some mascara and smokey eye shadow, as she always loved the way the contrast of the dark color really made her eyes pop and stand out. She never needed an excuse to experiment with her makeup, as she was always looking for new and creative ways to highlight her natural beauty. A hot date with a cute boy at school, or a lonely night in with just herself and her dog, it made no difference to her. After she was satisfied with her newly accented eyes, Amy then removed a stick of her favorite lip gloss from the drawer, removed the cap, and began applying it to her delicate lips. They were mildly chapped and sore from her run earlier, but Amy always felt that the moisture from the gloss was the perfect treatment. The gorgeous wet look it gave her pink lips was an additional bonus. She pressed her lips together and gave them a few smacks to ensure the gloss was evenly spread.