Serena always enjoyed her walks with her sleek Hungarian Wizla, Gideon. She and her husband had spent hours walking him when he was a puppy but now it was mainly her domain. She caught a glimpse of herself reflected in a shop window as she made her way to the local park near their well-appointed house and allowed herself to feel pleased at what she saw. In her late 40s, flame haired and still as sleek and lithe as her walking companion, she was pleased with the effect of pairing fitted leggings and workout top with wellington boots, despite it being a warm spring.
She entered her usual park and let Gideon off the leash; he sprang away from her and found a regular friend of his, a greyhound that was often exercised there by its owner. Serena was pleased to see it too as its owner was a favourite of hers; a young man of around 25 who's name she'd never quite got.
He was dark and handsome, with a slim muscular build and soft eyes. He was quiet and seemed shy around her, not doubt feeling the same sexual tension she enjoyed. Serena was old enough and wise enough to know sexual chemistry when she felt it and it seemed the poor guy didn't really know where to put his eyes when they met.
He was friendly though and as usual he came over and they made some small talk about their dogs, who were nuzzling and play fighting nearby, pushing their muscular and strong bodies against each other. She enjoyed his shy smiles and fleeting glances at her tight and tidy frame, just as she enjoyed allowing him to notice how her eyes swept his body too. She took in his muscular and well-proportioned torso under a fitted white T shirt and the way the material at the front of his shorts seemed tight and strained as it contained him. She gave him a slightly flirtatious smile as he explained awkwardly that he had to leave, and enjoyed watching his muscular calves as he walked away.
Serena allowed herself a chuckle; he was a good looking boy and there was no harm in having a good look. She knew that her husband, another good looking guy, flirted with the young women at his office and she didn't mind it; sex is sex. She enjoyed the feeling of being attractive and sexual. She set off home with Gideon with a spring in her step.
A few days later the weather was really starting to warm up and Serena decided to walk Gideon through the woods down by the river. She picked out a pair of shorts and a tank top and admired her slender and muscular legs and petite frame in the mirror. Her pale skin would benefit from some sun. A short drive later and she was setting off down a secluded path that she knew of, which took her down through the wood and next to the river.
Dappled light moved through the trees over the path and she noticed Gideon standing rigid, ears cocked. "what is it boy?" she murmured softly, smiling at him. She then heard what he had; another dog up ahead, and before she knew it the golden coated greyhound came haring round the corner and the two dogs greeted each other enthusiastically. It was unmistakably the dog of her quiet and sexy friend.
She was rather surprised to note how exciting she found that prospect of meeting him here in this secluded and peaceful spot. My god, even a slight familiar throb in her pussy as she remembered his well-muscled and tanned calves from the other day.
That was when, at the periphery of her hearing, she detected a splashing in the water. She continued down the path to where it joined the river, and stopped in her tracks. He was down there and he was... swimming? Naked? She could see his brown body moving through the water. My god, he
