Dog Door

Dog Door


Imagine my surprise when I was washing my breakfast dishes and looked over to see a little kid crawling through my doggy door. The door had been for my dog Skippy. She had died a year ago along with my mother and my father in an automobile accident. Skippy had been thirteen years old in human years at the time and she loved to ride in the car. I had been in college when it happened. Now almost a year later I still missed them all.

The kid seemed to be having some trouble getting his knees over the board at the bottom so I knelt down and lifted the flap up for him. As I looked through the door I saw a woman on the other side. She squatted down like I was and her knees opened up for me. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she didn’t shave her pussy either. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and I could see her moist slit and a hint of pink too.

I reached down and lifted the little boy up and then opened the door for his mother. She stood up and greeted me with a very nice smile. Then in an adorable British accent she said hello and explained that her one-year-old son had escaped from her and crawled through my door.

I just wanted to look at her great body and listen to her talk. It sounded wonderful. So I offered her a cup of tea. She smiled but asked me for a cold beer instead. I thought that the British drank their beer warm. She said that she liked it cold. Go figure! So over a nice cold bottle of beer she told me that her name was Stephanie, that she was twenty-one years old, and that she was a single mother. She also explained that Old Mr. Stevens next door was her grandfather.

I told Stephanie that I was twenty-two years old, a recent college graduate, and that I was looking for employment. After a couple of beers I also told her that I knew that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Stephanie said that she never wears her knickers. I loved the way she talked.

Then to my surprise Stephanie asked me if I wanted her to go back outside and squat for me so that I could look up her skirt again or if it was all right if she just got on the table and squatted. When I didn’t respond Stephanie made her choice and climbed up on my kitchen table and squatted before me. I was amazed that she would do anything like that. She looked so sweet and innocent. So as we drank another beer she stayed right in my face and allowed me a very long look at her open pussy. When I finished my beer I touched the neck of my bottle to her pussy.