puppylove

The warm puppy squirmed and wiggled and tried in desperation to lick the face of the person holding tightly to it�s wiggling body. Pushing and stretching to look up to his new master�s face and stare into his eyes with an adoring look that only a puppy can give, he took another quick swipe and managed to slobber puppy kisses across the face of his new owner.

�He sure is fast.� Giggled the man who held the pup while he tried to keep a hold of the puppy and pay for him at the same time.

�I�m so sorry, Mr. Jackson, he�s a loveable little cuss, he just can�t resist a good kiss.� She smiled as she took the money from Mike�s outstretched hand before it quickly withdrew and grabbed the puppy�s squirming body again.

�Man, for such a little guy, he has a lot of wiggle. Do you mind if I put him down for a minute?� When the woman shook her head, Mike released the bundle of energy to re-join his friends in a romp across the spacious kitchen unaware that it would be his last fling with his brothers and sisters before departing to a new life amongst the fields and pines at the ranch that would be his new home.

�Would you like something to drink? I don�t have too much, just coffee, tea, maybe some milk.� Suddenly aware of the lack of offerings the woman standing in front of the millionaire suddenly felt foolish for even offering.

�Coffee would be great, thanks. He really is having fun. I feel guilty all of a sudden for taking him away from the others.� Mike watched as his new pup wrestled with a rag on the floor, growling with another little red bundle of furry to gain control of the precious piece of cloth.

�Don�t be. He�ll be fine. I�m sure he�ll make you really happy.� Hurrying to pour the water into the canister to start the coffee brewing, Shari could feel her nerves making her hands shake. �Calm down� she admonished herself. �Don�t be a silly school girl, he�s just a man.� Brother, what a man though. �Damn!�

Mike whipped around, his concentration suddenly diverted from the playing puppies to the woman bent over the pile of coffee grounds on the floor of the kitchen.

�I�m sorry. What a mess. I can�t believe I dropped all this.� Quickly she swept the grounds up into a heap and onto a dustpan. �I�m afraid it�ll take few more minutes.� She smiled self-consciously.

�Don�t worry about it. I have plenty of time today. It�s fun watching them anyway.� He nodded his head towards the pups that had found their mother and decided that her body made a great mountain to climb. Unfortunately for them, she was tired of their puppy play, and they were old enough for her to tell exactly where to go with their puppyish exuberance. �Tough life, huh mom?� Mike crouched down and petted the golden head as the pretty but tired mother of 10 looked up at him longingly, as if to plead with him for relief from her brood. �Soon enough, your kids will all be gone and it�ll just be you again to rule the house.� He laughed, as she seemed to understand and let out a groan of resignation while she lay her head back down and let the puppies climb over her like a hill.

�I think I might just keep one of the pups myself.� Exclaimed the woman who had finally finished preparing the coffee and had rejoined Mike in looking on as the puppies played. �I was gonna keep the one you picked. You�re lucky you came today; I�ve been wrestling with which one to keep for a couple of days. If you hadn�t picked that one out today, he might not have been an option for you.� She grinned at him as he pretended to look astonished that she would even suggest that she might not have let him have the puppy of his choice. After all, he WAS Michael Jackson, after all, certainly she wouldn�t say no to HIM. �You don�t look like you�ve ever had that happen before? Hummmm, that would have been a first wouldn�t it? Don�t get told no sale too often? Do ya?�

�Not often?� He laughed at the thought of it. �Not ever, that I can remember.� He sat down at the little country wood table and ran his hands across the smooth wood. It was warm and cozy in the farm kitchen, he thought he even smelled the lingering aroma of fresh bread. Looking over at the woman�s hands on the table across from him, he imagined that the rough hands had pummeled their share of dough. Smiling he looked over at the face. She was plain, harder than he was used to; in the glittery world he came from, the women were all painted and oiled. It was often a shock to see what lay beneath all the paint at the end of the day, but even then, the money and pampering showed. Not here, here were the harsh realities of life that showed in the face in front of him, yet surprisingly, he didn�t find it at all unappealing. Instead he marveled at the life that showed in the eyes, the warmth that showed in the smile, the humor that seemed to radiate from a woman whose life had obviously been far from idyllic. He watched as she spoke and her hands talked with almost as much expression as her words. Yet she was articulate, funny, engaging and he soon found himself deep in conversation. He watched as she rose again to retrieve the coffee that had finished brewing, the pleasant, smell of fresh coffee filling the air, and accepted the mug she offered upon her return, she was a large woman, probably in her early 40�s, yet she moved with a smoothness that must have come from years of having to do things that would have been beyond the scope of most of the women he had known in his lifetime. The large, clumsy, heavy ceramic mug that she had offered was a far cry from the china that would have been offered up at one of the posh homes on the drive, or in the hills of Beverly. He thought how his own mother would have been aghast at the mismatched mugs, the �Wal-mart� quality, yet growing up it had been �Sears and Roebuck� and he didn�t remember a single matching plate in the kitchen in Gary, somehow the odd mugs brought back an overwhelming sense of home, of closeness lost in the lavish homes that had been his house but not his home over the past 30 years. Life after Gary had been different at least that was sure. He thought of his grandparents still living on the farm not far from the outskirts of Gary, where his Dad had taken them almost every week after the harvest to dig for potatoes and turnips left in the fields by the huge combines. He remembered his grandmother�s kitchen, not at all unlike the one where he now sat, but that one seemed light-years, and another life-time away. Someone else�s life time, not his. Maybe in another life, this woman who sat in front of him would have been his own wife, he would have loved her, he could see himself loving her gentle laughter, her humor at even the gravest of subjects. How it must be necessary to be able to laugh when there wasn�t the money to cover the bad times. He glanced in the direction of the living room that lie just beyond the kitchen where a large metal gate blocked the rambunctious puppies from invading the rooms with rugs. �Smart move.� He nodded toward the gate

�Necessary move.� She laughed and nearly choked on the coffee as he fought off the puppy that had latched onto his pant leg and had determined that it was the perfect tug-of-war object. �My God, I�m so sorry.� She hurried over to stop the little animal before it managed to take a hunk of the obviously expensive silk. Growling over his disappointment at being taken from the coveted material the pup turned his attention back to his playmates, growling and pouncing on the nearest unsuspecting litter-mate.

�It�s okay, I don�t mind.� Again he felt his mind wander, looking at the fireplace and the homily furnishings in the little living room. The old, worn material that covered the furniture, some of it covered with throw coverings to hide the bare spots that probably lay beneath them. The rug that was worn and thread bare in places of traffic. Then it hit him how empty the house seemed in spite of the hustle in the kitchen, the rest of the house was quiet, too quiet. No kids, no signs of a husband. Pictures on the wall of the house told a story different from the silence that surrounded the rooms. There had been family, there had been life in the farm house, he wondered what tragedy life had held here, he hadn�t detected any grief or sorrow in the woman, yet he was sure they had both been regular visitors in her life. �I�ve taken so much of your time, I hope you haven�t minded much. I�ve enjoyed it. Thank you for the coffee.� Having finished the cup, he walked over and placed it in the sink next to the other dishes there.

�Not at all!� She almost shouted in her desire to make it know she had enjoyed the time he had been there. Disappointed that it was soon to end. She bent down and picked up the little pup again and placed him in his waiting arms. �I�m so glad he�s going with you. I know he�ll have a good home.� When she smiled, for the first time Mike thought he saw a glimpse of pain, of tiresome loneliness. For a minute, he thought she might just begin to cry there in front of him, but she didn�t. Stooping down to put the fiery little blonde puppy down on the floor again, he stood and found himself face to face with her as she had turned to walk him to the door. He suddenly reached out and touched her, feeling her shoulders beneath the heavy flannel shirt, and then it came, the tears that he had sense were building from the moment he had risen from the table to leave. She shook his hand away and turned to hide the tears that had begun to flow down her cheeks. �Boy, isn�t this just the silliest thing?� She spoke through the embarrassing tears, not sure herself what exactly had brought them on, now of all times, in front of a total stranger. He touched her again, his hand on her hair that hung down across her shoulders to her back, and she felt his fingers run through it from behind her. His gentle touch sending shivers through her, it had been years since she had felt that way, how could such feelings come from someone she didn�t even know? She turned to look into his eyes, they were so warm and deep and there wasn�t any sign of pity or mockery. What was it about his eyes? He was a handsome man, for sure, but handsome men weren�t that hard to find, there was more. Something else, something that touched her without any physical contact, she had felt it as they had sat at the table, now, accompanied by the physical touch of his hand, she felt the charge go through her; an electricity that stirred her soul. He wiped her tears with his fingers and ran a single finger gently over her lips. Her hand took hold of his and she kissed the fingers at her lips, tasting the salt from her tears on them. No words came between them yet novels were written in just a few minutes as he pulled her close to him and she felt his hard belly against hers, her breasts against his chest, heaving with anticipation of his touch. His fingers left her lips and brushed across her cheeks, coming to rest at her chin as he tilted her head up to meet his lips that touched her eye brows and her nose, then coming to rest against her own lips. His mouth was smooth, warm and moist. She felt his tongue against her lips, inviting, praying for an invitation of it�s own. As his tongue sought entry to her mouth his hands ran across her back and a moan escaped before she could stop it, oh it had been too long. She rolled her eyes at her own over-anxiousness and felt him smile while still engaged in the kiss that was more enveloping than any she had ever known. Her hands felt the strong muscles of his back and ran up to massage the tight shoulders that bent above her. Smiling she turned away from him, playfully wondering if he would follow, hoping with all her might that he would. Certainly they had gone as far as they could in a room full of puppies. To fall to the floor here would be certain suicide. Death by puppy. She moved the large metal gate at the kitchen entrance and waited to see if he would follow and like an obedient puppy, he did just that, walking quickly through the gate before any of the little bundles of energy had a chance to realize that it was open, and she closed it quickly before the charge of the puppy brigade made it to the opening; but before she could turn to head toward the bedroom, he grabbed her and pulled her back to him, now an anxiousness of his own became more than obvious as she ran her hands down across the satiny material that covered his thighs. She smiled, looking shyly at the floor as he undid the buttons of her shirt and pushed the heavy material away and off her shoulders, bending to kiss her neck and moving across her shoulders with his kisses, softly caressing her skin as he moved his hands across her back and released the brassiere, letting the thin cotton material fall alongside the flannel shirt on the floor. She was suddenly embarrassed to be standing in front of him, nearly naked save for the jeans that she was sure would be the next to go, and yet he was still fully clothed. �Can�t have that� she thought to herself and her hands moved to begin to undo the buttons on his shirt, but his hands stopped her. Her eyebrows raised at his resistance, but she allowed him to pull her close to him and run his hands down over her bottom, squeezing and making her tingle from head to toe. Then he moved back just slightly kissing her still, his hands deftly removed the shirt he wore and in seconds his pants dropped to the floor. �Oh smooth move� he was good at this� maybe a bit too good. Then she felt him move in and before she could take a breath from the released kiss, she felt the jeans she wore slide down to the floor and they stood held together by his arms, their bare warm skin melding together in the warm afternoon sun that lit the living room. He bent and kissed her neck and then her shoulders again, then he knelt in front of her and caressed her breasts while she moaned and fought to remain standing as her knees became weak with the sensations that flooded her body. Her mind reeled with the feelings that had been absent for so long, or had they ever been present? Certainly not with such intensity that she could ever remember. She felt his tongue caress her inner thighs and her entire body shook with anticipation as his hands spread her legs she began to fall to the floor but he caught her hips and held her aloft until she regained her footing.

�Oh my God.� She cried out as she her hands grabbed the top of his head for support and her fingers entwined in his hair, she thought she felt him laugh just a little. �What a little shit, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.� Her head flew back with the lightening bolt of pleasure that hit her when his tongue found all the perfect places. Moving first gently then with great force amongst the folds of tender flesh. Her muscles burned with desire, she ached to join with him, to have him deeper still inside her craving body. Then with a sigh he released her and she slowly decended to her knees in front of him, she touched his chest, her fingers running circles around the tiny dark circles surrounding his nipples, bending forward, she kissed his neck, letting her tongue run down his skin to the junction where his neck and chest met but before she could go any further he took her by the shoulders and swung her around onto her back on the worn out rug and in a second was atop her, between her� then he knelt there motionless for what seemed to her an eterinity, just gazing at her, watching her beg for him with her hips, she yearned so badly to feel him in her, why was he waiting? The anticipation was almost too much to bear, she thought she might break down in tears again, was he teasing her, or had he unthinkably changed his mind? �Please.� The word escaped her mouth before she could stop it, she had never begged for anything in her life, especially not sex, not from any man. Although if there were a man to be an exception, this would be the one. Then swiftly he dived into her and she rocked with an explosive orgasm. When she opened her eyes again he was smiling down at her, rocking gently, she felt him moving deeper inside her than she ever thought humanly possible. He took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs until they came to rest against his chest and thrust, hard, deep. �Ohhhhhhhhhh� If he went any deeper she was sure he�d be in her throat. Damn, �Oh God, Don�t� don�t� Don�t stop.� And he obliged by pushing faster, harder, deeper� Oh, she felt the coming orgasm signaled by the quivering of her legs, the muscles so over-stimulated that they shook with excitement, his hands ran up and down her legs as he rocked furiously and he moaned with pleasure with every thrust of his hips. He moaned harder still when her orgasm grabbed him tightly and his thrusts became even more urgent, she felt the push and pull against the grip of her muscles and then, the thunderous climax as his juices filled her. She felt the warm trickle of the overflow as it trickled down her backside, and she almost laughed as she found herself wondering if the price of the newly purchased puppy would cover the cost of a new rug. Then again the stain would probably always bring the memories of this afternoon in the sun, another moment to hang on to. Posterity had a great story in it�s vault now, a tale of puppy love.