Homecoming

by

Silverwolf ©



Homecoming

It was 2am when my plane touched down at the local minor hub. Stiff-legged, I made my way off the third and smallest plane of a very long day to breath the air of New York for the first time in months. No customs bull like I had in Philly holding me up, I was through baggage claims and outside the terminal in less than half an hour. I scanned the dozen or so other people in the area till I caught sight of my brothers’ beat up pickup pulling into the darkened lot. As he climbed out, I noticed with apprehension that he was alone. After a spine cracking bear hug from my “little” brother, and a rash of questions about my sojourn in Germany, I managed to inquire as to the whereabouts of Tippy. He’d said earlier she would be with him, and I was concerned that she wasn’t.

“That’s one uptight dog you’ve got there, bro,” He laughed, ”I tried for an hour to get a leash on her to bring her out, then said to hell with it, she’s making me late.” He went on to fill the hour ride home with stories of trying to get her to accept him being there for the past six months. I chuckled with him as he told of her trying to get out every time he came in, then hiding under my chair while he fed and watered her and the horses and sheep boarded at my place for the summer. But inside I hurt for pain and fear my leaving must have caused her. At the same time, I felt warm at the thought that she missed me as much as I had her.

We pulled into my drive as the sky was lightening in that false pre-dawn glow that seemed to lengthen shadows and amplify sound. Before Steve shut the engine down, I could already hear her lab-like bark echoing from the dark house. “I thought you were going to leave a light on for her.” I questioned.
“She seemed quieter without one.” He reached around the cab for my duffel bag. Quieter, I thought.
She’s the quietest dog I’ve ever seen. How noisy could she get? Still in possession of my keys, Steve was unlocking the door when I realized Tippy was still barking, and in a vicious tone I’d never heard from her before. As he flicked on the light, I caught a glimpse of her darting from the entry to my chair. Going in, he called,” Have I got a surprise for you, Bitchy.” Her barking resumed, though no longer in that threatening tone I’d heard before.

“Tippy-girl, I’m home kid,” I called hearing the constant bark falter. “ Come here kid, I missed you.” I called again. Expecting her usual slow approach, I was surprised to have her small body slammed into my chest. She pushed her tongue into my face as I wrapped my arms around her delicate frame. Ignoring this display of affection, my brother clapped my on the back. “I’m gonna grab a thermos, and head home, bro, it looks like you need some sleep. I’ll call you later.” After thanking him for picking me up, and taking care of things while I was away, I listened to his truck head down the road. After holding and kissing each other for a wonderfully long time, I let Tippy down, and picked up my bags. I made my way to the bedroom, Tippy dancing at my heels, and decided to let unpacking wait till after a shower and nap.

I undressed by the bed as Tippy rubbed her face on the sheets, sneezing, and rolling on her back. I stopped several times just to touch the lover I’d missed so badly. When I removed my boxers, she reached out and licked me so enthusiastically that it hurt. Laughing and scratching her ear, I headed for the shower. She trotted along and jumped in before I closed the glass door. I soaped and rinsed several times till I felt the days travel wash away. Tippy sat in the corner, letting the water splash her sides, her eyes never leaving me. I squatted before her, squirting shampoo on her sides, the water blocked by my back. I worked the suds up her back and neck, along her legs and thin tail. When I reached her chest, her nose nuzzled my crotch. I massaged the suds into and along her smooth stomach, pausing to fondle her hard nipples, her tongue making long, slow strokes over my balls and shaft. I turned; shielding her eyes as the jets rinsed her, then played water on her sensitive, twitching cunt. She resumed mouthing me while I gently fingered her sex, the water dancing off our backs and rippling at our feet. I felt her orgasms against my hand as waves of ecstasy poured from me to her demanding tongue. Reaching back, I shut off the water and gave her a passionate kiss of thanks. I stepped out and spent a good half-hour toweling us dry, arousing myself over again just to be touching her precious body, before crawling beneath the sheets. She jumped on the bed, snuggling her still damp form tight to my chest, and I closed my eyes for the first relaxing sleep I’d had in half a year.

I woke after a time, hot breath on my nipple, the damp of her body still soaking the sheets. She lay with her chest in the pit of my arm, one paw resting on my chest, staring ears up into my face. I watched curiously as her eyes showed white, her head wobbling side to side. She jerked her head up just before it landed on my chest, and resumed staring at my face. This scene replayed itself two more times before I realized I’d done the same thing late nights at work fighting to stay awake. I suddenly loved her more than ever, and reaching to stroke her cheek, lay her chin on my shoulder and nuzzled her ear. Closing my eyes after seeing her lids drop, I thought how great it was to finally be home.

silverwolf



"Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net"