A Day at the ParkbySilverwolf ©![]() It was just getting light as I pulled my bronco into the weed-choked gravel drive of the nature trail. Halting before a rusty sign giving visitors rules, I stepped out, waiting for Tippy to make her careful way down. Grabbing my old leather pack, I followed Tippy around the chained entry to a worn, narrow trail leading through second growth Hawthorn and beech scrub, slowly leaving traffic sounds behind. Tippy loped easily in the lead, nose down and ears up, her tail playing me a game of peek-a-boo with her full cunt. As I've said before, I love following this sexy dog. After a twenty-minute hike, watching rabbit' scurry across our path, and glimpsing the occasional deer, we came to Hidden Lake. The lake was in reality a pond. About three acres large it was bordered on all but a small raised strip with cattail and iris, the shallows choked with water lily. The high ground extended some forty meters past the trailhead, covered in soft sweetgrass and clover, and it was this oasis that was our objective. The nature park was much larger than the town its in warranted, and the main visitors center was actually a couple miles farther up the road. Staffed by four volunteers, myself among them, it had three well maintained, converging trails around two similar ponds with trail markers and information tags throughout their length. This old, mostly abandoned trail was my favorite, however. Everything was planned and plotted elsewhere, but nature still held sway here. Pulling a blanket from my pack, I settled down in the clover, as Tippy wandered exploring the trillium growing at the edge of "our" glade. I'd chuckle watching her shove her nose into the trumpet shaped white blossoms, the petals collapsing around her nostrils as she sniffed their perfume in. Sighting a downy woodpecker on a goldenrod nearby, I retrieved my pad and pencil from my pack, and began sketching it as Tippy settled on the blanket beside me. I'd filled several pages with sketches and notes as the sun crawled higher, warming the blanket, my slumbering companion and myself, and making me quite drowsy. Tippy lay with her head in my lap, her closed lids and the relaxed rhythm of her breath, clues to her peaceful state. Determined to join her, I stretched my length along the blanket, pack beneath my head, and closed my eyes. I awoke some time later as the sun slid beyond the middle of the blue sky. Tippy had moved to the waters edge, watching a family of ducks wind their way through the yellow water lilies. Taking a thermo-bag from my pack, I set up a meal of meatloaf sandwiches (mine) and soft kibble, and called Tippy to join me. Settling in across from me, Tippy sniffed her dish then sat eyeing me as I ate. After my first sandwich was gone, she nibbled her burger, still watchfully hoping for a handout. Finally giving in with the remaining half sandwich, I laughed as she nosed her dish toward me in return. Stomachs full, I shared my water then settled back on the pack watching the clear sky. Tippy sidled up on her belly and offered me a tender kiss. Teasing, I clamped my jaws shut while she licked my face. Whimpering, she stood and used her delicate paw to pull and tug at my lower lip till I had no choice but surrender, her tongue filling me as she drove her mouth against mine. With a paw on my forehead and another on my chin, she pushed her nose against my cheek, till our lips and teeth touched and I could explore her oral recesses with my own. Kissing this way for minutes, our embrace making sucking sounds that popped in the still air, I placed a hand on her sun warmed rump, another caressing her shoulders, and turned us gently on our sides. Our mouths still locked in passion, my hands explored her sweet body as she lifted a hind leg putting her lower half 90 degrees off her upper. After a time, I broke our oral embrace, sucking in her spit and flavor in a final smack, and mouthed my way down her tender throat to nuzzle and kiss her curly chest. Her body trembled awaiting my next movements, and I slid a finger across her twitching vulva, finding her already wet with anticipation. Pivoting my body around hers while I teased her erect nipples, I let her sniff the expanding front of my jeans. With a light whimper, she insistently nosed my crotch, till I unzipped and kicked both jeans and sneakers behind me. Pushing her nose through the fly of my boxers, her tongue began stroking my rapidly hardening cock as mine traced the tender flesh of her moist cunt. I slid between her lips, tasting the spice of her juices and tried to remove her head from my shorts to remove them. Suckling her flesh to me, I probed deep into the recesses of her sex, slow, steady thrusts causing her walls to grasp, then release me in a pulsing rhythm. Pulling back, I found her clit with rapid licks as she pulled her tongue along my balls and shaft. She paused and, paws grabbing my scalp, thrust her cunt rapidly across my chin, waves of ecstasy filling my mouth. I drank her musk till she released my head and resumed mouthing my stiff organ. Whispering to her to stop, I arranged myself beside her, gasping for breath as I guided my swollen head to her loose, moistened lips. Rushing along her silken walls, I was soon buried deep within her, feeling her heat burn the length of me. Holding myself there, I fought the urge to come as she gently cleaned my chin of her juice. Controlled now, I set a slow rhythm into her as, her paws finding my shoulders, she nestled her head into my chest. Turning us, her feet straddling my hips, I increased the tempo of my still steady thrusts to match the short, even puffs of her breath on my skin. I matched the increasing rhythm of her breath several times till I felt her pussy grasping me in time to us. Finally grasping so hard as to break our tune, I felt her whole body shutter beneath me with a moan I was sure could be heard back at the road. As she relaxed around me, I gave a few determined thrusts before coming in a wave of orgasms such as no woman I had ever been with had been able to provide to me. Rolling on my back, I held her tight to me as I emptied myself inside her. We lay joined and kissing till the heat of passion receded. Stepping off of me, she pulled my now flaccid cock from her, and tail dancing, cleaned me while I dressed. Following her back to the truck, I watched her still parted, scarlet lips bouncing with every step, and secretly couldn't wait to bed her again tonight. 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