Flirt and Tease the Dog

You cross your arms, and look down to the dog. You can see in him an eagerness and excitement. He wants you to do something. So you put your arm over your head and stretch, jutting your hips into the window. You see the dog’s tail practically fly off. His mouth is open and a pink tongue hangs under his jaw. You relax again, then reach down to massage your now pulsing member.

You puff out your chest, and give a wide smile down. With a paw, you sign “come” to him, and the dog responds by dipping his head and swinging the extended squeegee over his shoulder. He disappears past the edge of your window.

You are left a little unclear of what had happened. Did you flirt then invite him to your apartment? Or was it a game on his behalf. With the possibility of some chemistry, you brush and mouthwash in the bathroom. No sooner than you do there’s a knock on your door.

You open the door, standing there is the Lab. He’s bigger than you would think. His arms and chest are dense, his face however has a round youth in it. He looks at you with a puppy face. You look kinda dumb, in the doorway wearing underwear. The squeegee is gone, his paws are empty and in his pockets. He looks up at the few inches difference between you. “Hey.” He says with a deepened voice. You lean in the doorway, displaying your muscles. “Hey kid. Are you out working hard?” With emphasis on ‘hard’. “I am.” He says, quivering the depth of his voice. You look him up and down, then nod him inside.