I was strolling in our local park the other day, minding my business, but keeping my eyes open for opportunities.
There was a pretty blonde twenty-something walking her dog. What piqued my interest was the short skirt she was also wearing.
I decided to follow at a distance to see what would transpire. After a few minutes she chose to sit down on a park bench and rest but keeping her dog on it leash.
I approached her and asked if she minded me sitting down, too. It was a reasonably long bench so we were not that close.
I opened up the conversation by asking her what breed of dog she had. She informed me it was a Yorkshire Terrier. It was really cute and appeared really tame as it approached me to receive a pat and a stroke.
She introduced herself as Fiona. We made polite conversation, mostly irrelevant and random stuff. She told me this was the first time she had come to the park as she had just moved into the area. I told her it was very popular with dog owners as the council were very lenient when it cam to controlling one’s dog, as long as it was trained. She liked that and said she would definitely come again.
At this point her dog, ‘Duxie’ started to get agitated. I am not sure what caused it, it was certainly not another dog. Perhaps a wayward bird or an annoying insect. Either way it kept darting back and forth.
It was during this fray that I noticed its (her) leash become entangled in Fiona’s legs. As Duxie became more frantic I could see that the leash was making its way up Fiona’s legs. Then it happened. The leash got underneath her skirt and lifted part of it up to her waist.
I was gifted with a brief glimpse of her white cotton panties decorated with red hearts. Then it was gone as she composed herself and got Duxie back under control.
I apologised for the incident, which, in reality had nothing to do with me. But it seemed the right thing to do. I deemed it appropriate to take my leave, with the brief memory of seeing Fiona’s cute panties.