The Stretch

by

Silverwolf ©



The Stretch

She lies on a green park bench, slumber making her blissfully unaware I’ve moved from her side.
The suns light reflects off the lake to shimmer on her velvet coat and tease her closed lids.
Brilliant rays, but a shade to her beauty.
“Tippy,” I whisper. A brown eye peeks from half open lid. “Lets go get some ice cream, sexy”.
The eye opens again, its partner joining in. Her eye follows my voice till she guesses where I stand.
On another bench a few feet to her side I wait. She yawns, teasing me.
Slowly she gathers her fine legs beneath her, raising her slight weight from the bench.
Another yawn, another wait.
Gently she slides her pads along the rough wood of the seat, wet nose to the blue sky, as she draws her pretty ears down between her shoulders. She makes an arrow to the sun from her tiny chin, along her sensual throat, to the delicate white curls of her chest. The muscles of her forelegs make planes and threads through her fur as she splays her toes, claws curling like hooks before her.
Shifting her weight, her foreleg jack her up like hydraulic lifts, and she throws first one, then the other rear leg behind. I follow each leg from the point of a toe along the feathers of her ankle and thigh, to her delicious dome shaped ass, continuing along her back to her stimulating shoulders.
Legs all under her now, she raises her white flagged tail over her back, and pushing her fine hips rearward, she rapidly flexes her rectum, making her full pussy dance between her thighs.
Done now, she leaps her height from the bench and precedes me toward the ice cream stand. I stand, arms thrown to the sides, arching my back, and am amazed to catch her, sitting in the grass, watching me stretch.

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