Yes, And No?

"Well, sure! I'll help! But first, I need to wipe that dog drool off your feet," Megan replied. "Don't want that getting all over me too!"

Miranda gasped as she felt the girl move up against the window, reach under her and undo the button on her jean shorts, as well as unzipping them.

"What the hell are you doing?" Miranda hissed.

"I don't have anything else to wipe up Rex's drool with! Hang on!" Megan tried to reassure the milf nonchalantly as she started to tug the older woman's shorts down her shapely ass. "Besides, it'll be easier to get you through the window without this in the way!"

Miranda's breath caught in her throat as she began to feel the evening breeze over her bared behind as her shorts travelled lower and lower. Surely her pink, lacy thong was visible to the girl behind her now. And perhaps to anyone else who might happen to look her way.

"Is that Victoria's Secret?" Megan giggled, confirming that she could indeed see Miranda's sexy underwear.

"Not much of a secret now," Miranda sighed in defeat.

She felt her jean shorts being pulled down her thick thighs and then give way to gravity and Megan's efforts entirely. No further resistance was offered as they easily slipped off her legs and feet.

Her friendly younger neighbor then began dutifully using Miranda's shorts as a rag, wiping up the dog's drool from one foot, and then the other. She was slow and methodical in her task, as she massaged the older woman's soles and toes. It was much more intimate than Miranda expected.

Apparently, Rex wasn't the only one with a foot fetish. It seemed like his owner had that too.

Miranda was caught off guard once more as Megan pushed her legs apart and stood between them, ensuring the older milf couldn't shut them again. Then the girl continued to wipe and massage Miranda's shorts up her legs, well past where the dog drool had been.

The older milf shuddered as a light breeze washed over her warm, thong covered pussy. She knew that Megan could easily see her perfectly framed, plump lips barely covered by the pink, flimsy material. She could only wonder what would happen next, helpless to stop it.

And that's when she felt the girl's dog begin to lick her again, this time from her knees up toward her thighs. Megan giggled and playfully admonished Rex for doing that, but made no effort to actually stop him.

Instead, her hands simply followed behind his lapping tongue. She continued to wipe up his doggy spittle with Miranda's shorts. And when Miranda tried to kick her legs to shake the dog off, she was hampered by the fact that Megan was standing between them and by now, had them spread wipe apart.

The little thrusts of her thighs only served as playful encouragement to Rex to continue his antics, as he mistook the movement as enjoyment rather than a want to stop him. And they seemed to be encouragement for Megan too, as she shook them even more with her hands while massaging them.