Kimmie the Walker

Kimmie The Walker

When Kimberly Jackson lost her job as a junior executive after her employer closed its doors, she got creative on finding a new job. With the job market the way it was, she had no choice. Even with her MBA, there were just no jobs.

She knew she liked pets, even if her apartment did not allow them, so she went to the local pet store and at first just worked there. It was a major step backwards in her career, but it was worth it, being around the animals. Almost, anyway.

A few days into her job there, shy Kim, as she liked to be called, saw many people offering training, grooming and even walking services. Kim noted the walking services. She was confident she could do that and it gave her a chance to use her education to start a new business. Within a month, she had 4 clients. The revenue was not great, but it helped make ends meet and she enjoyed walking the dogs. The best part was that she was really getting into great shape. The worst part was the walking took up half a day each day as she walked some of them separately.

Then one day, as she was walking the Henderson’s 7-year-old Beagle, she saw a woman with a big tan great Dane sitting in the park watching her. The woman did not even hide the fact she was watching… almost staring at her as she walked the energetic dog. It was a bit creepy.

Later, after dropping off the beagle with her client, Kim returned to the park. She was curious about the woman and, she told herself, it was on her way home anyway. The woman was still in the park, now in a different location, so Kim took a deep breath and approached her.

The woman did not even look at her as she stepped up. Her dog also remained sitting. Kim almost just kept going by, losing her nerve, but the woman asked her, “Was that dog yours or are you just a dog walker?” Her tone was one of authority and boredom.

Kim blushed crimson red as she explained she was a dog walker. The Great Dane then got up and began to sniff Kim all over. Kim had to gently push away from sniffing sensitive areas. Kim had carrots and some all-natural dog treats in her dog walking fanny pack and had assumed the large canine smelled them.

She then realized the other woman had said something. Kim had to ask her to repeat herself and regretted that.

The taller woman glared at Kim. Causing Kim to get embarrassed and turn even more crimson as the woman asked if she was looking for another client.

“This is a tryout. This is Duke. Walk him around the park and return in 15 minutes.”

Kim was handed the lead and on cue Duke began to pull Kim along. The pace 7was quick as Duke walked and walked Kim.

When they returned, the woman was on her cell phone. She held up a finger to Kim, then made a quick hand gesture. Duke immediately sat down.

After she hung up, the taller woman introduced herself as Ms. Smith and said that she wanted someone to help look after Duke as her schedule was quite full now. She handed Kimmie a business card that simply said Ms. Smith and under it read the boss and a phone number. The reverse side had a silhouette of a woman in heels.

The whole time, she looked Kim up and down. A glimmer in her eyes as she asked Kim more questions. Some of the questions that did not seem to be about dog walking.

“Are you flexible, a pause from Ms. Smith as she eyed Kimmie, with scheduling?” Kimmie nervously answered that she was.

“Are you a Good Girl?” Kim was taken aback by this. It seemed to imply more, but yet was that just in her racing mind? Before she could answer Ms. Smith spoke again.

“Being well groomed and having good manners are required. So…. are you a good girl”?

Kim felt her stomach tighten. Her knees felt like they would give out as she replied in a shaky voice.

“Yes Ms. Smith, I am a good girl.”

“That is good to hear, Kimmie.”

Even though no one else was close, the questions seemed to border at times on a little too personal. Kim more than once hesitated before answering, considering walking away and yet not wanting to at the same time. There was something about Ms. Smith that kept Kim there. And Kim did not fail to notice that this mature, attractive woman was calling her Kimmie and not Kim. Yet for some reason she did not correct the other woman.

By the time they parted, Kim accepted the new name and Kimmie had agreed to take on her new, demanding client.

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Kimmie was walking up the drive, well she was being pulled by Duke. The big Dane had really wanted to walk today and had worn Kimmie out.

She had only been walking him for a week and found him strong and at times willful. But Kimmie had to admit he was the best trained of the dogs she walked.

She rang the bell and waited for Ms. Smith to answer the door. Ms. Smith never gave Kimmie a feeling that she liked her much.

In fact, they met in the park where Kimmie walks her clients’ dogs. When Kimmie first said hello she got an icy reception kaçak iddaa from the older woman. That is until her Great Dane showed interest in Kimmie.

That brought a smile to Ms. Smith’s face. Kimmie laughed it off by saying, “He must smell my treats. May I give him one? They are all natural.” Mrs. Smith allowed it and then proceeded to interview Kimmie right there. That memory always came back to Kimmie each time she passed that spot in the park.

Kimmie soon found that Ms. Smith was 12 years older than her, making Ms. Smith 43. She was a corporate lawyer for a locally based firm and she was the boss. She paid better than the others, despite her attitude whenever they interacted, Kimmie never felt accepted by Ms. Smith.

So, it came as a surprise yesterday when Ms. Smith had asked Kimmie if she swam. Kimmie told her she did and was told, “Bring your bikini tomorrow.” It was not an if you want, it was a you will statement.

When Ms. Smith opened the door, she eyed Kimmie. She let Duke in and cupped her cell phone and said, “Where is your Bikini?”

Kimmie pointed to herself to indicate she had it on under her clothes. Ms. Smith raised a finger, letting Kimmie know to wait as then Ms. Smith spoke on her phone for a few moments leaving Kimmie standing there.

Then Ms. Smith, still talking on the phone, looked at Kimmie and opened her hand to the younger woman. It was like she was saying, “Well let’s see it.”

Kimmie looked back in disbelief. Then she looked around the very nice neighborhood. She saw that the porch area was fairly private. Then she heard Ms. Smith snap her fingers and roll her wrist, indicating that Kimmie needed to hurry up.

Kimmie then undid her fanny pack and set it down. Next, she peeled off her logo tee shirt to reveal her blue bikini top. She looked at Ms. Smith who was still talking on her phone and rolling her wrist for Kimmie to continue. So Kimmie lowered her nylon jogging shorts. Kimmie then bent down to pick up her things.

Kimmie heard Ms. Smith snap her fingers, then wave her finger back and forth. Ms. Smith then pointed to a small table and then to Kimmie’s feet.

Kimmie sat her stuff on the table and then removed her shoes and socks. As Kimmie sat her shoes on the table, Ms. Smith finally hung up.

“You are good at following commands,” Ms. Smith said as she eyed Kimmie in her blue bikini. “Follow me, “she added before Kimmie could reply. Kimmie then followed her through her house.

Kimmie admired the place as they walked to the rear area and out to the inground pool area. Kimmie had only been inside Ms. Smith’s home once before and never this far in. Ms. Smith stepped over to a table.

“Lemonade,” Ms. Smith said, more as a statement than a question. She then poured a tall glass and handed it to Kimmie. “Here, drink up.”

Kimmie took the glass and then a drink. She saw Ms. Smith looking at her. Ms. Smith nodded at Kimmie, who then took another drink. Larger this time as she tasted a slight after taste. It took her four times to finally finish the glass.

Then Ms. Smith took the glass back and told Kimmie to enjoy the pool. Kimmie gave her a look, “you are not swimming as well?”

Ms. Smith replied, “I do not own a swimsuit.” Her eyes locked on Kimmie’s. Kimmie for her part felt herself becoming aroused. She had never thought sexually about another woman, but there was something about her host’s demeanor, this day, and the way this was going. She looked at Ms. Smith in her nice dress. Showing off her figure well.

She was snapped from her thoughts as she heard, “Go swim, my dear. Cool off some.” Kimmie saw a smile on Ms. Smith’s face as she turned to the pool. Her mind was racing now.

Still the pool was nice. She jumped into the warm water. The pool was large enough to do laps and Kimmie did just that. After a few laps she saw Ms. Smith holding another glass of lemonade, offering it out.

Kimmie moved to the edge of the pool. She wore a look of, “really more lemonade?” But took the glass, which had a wraparound it for grip, and took a big drink of the cold drink.

Ms. Smith watched her drink about half the glass before reaching for the glass. “Swim for ten minutes more, then rest a little,” she said as she rose with the glass. Leaving Kimmie in the pool as she turned away to put the glass on the table a few steps away from the pool.

Then Ms. Smith picked up her phone as she sat down. Kimmie began to swim again as her hostess made her call. Kimmie thought it was odd, yet somewhat relaxing to be told to swim and when to stop. As Kimmie Swam she would look over at Ms. Smith who seemed to be discussing business as she also glanced over at her guest.

Finally, she hung up her cell phone and put it on the table. The Ms. Smith picked up a towel and spread it on the concrete before her chair. Grabbing another one, Ms. Smith called out, “Time is up. Come to me now, like the good girl you are.”

Kimmie swam to the edge and then got out of the pool. She stepped kaçak bahis up to Ms. Smith, onto the towel that had been laid on the patio. As she reached for the towel on the table, Ms., Smith said, “Nonsense, I will dry you off.”

With that, Kimmie trembled slightly as Ms. Smith rose with the towel and began to dry off the younger woman.

“Did you enjoy your swim, Kimmie?”

Kimmie said she had and that the pool was wonderful. Mixed feelings flowing through her as Ms. Smith dried her arms and then her back.

“You looked great as you swam. Does your boyfriend like to swim with you?”

Kimmie felt her cheek warm as she also felt Ms. Smith lower and began to dry her legs. Even patting Kimmie’s legs to get her to widen them.

Kimmie widen her stance and was about to answer when Ms. Smith added, “Or is it a girlfriend?”

Kimmie could only gasp as the towel and of course Ms. Smith’s hand reached high and to the inside ok Kimmie’s left thigh. Was it inside or just her imagination?

Despite telling herself over and over, “I am straight,” Kimmie found herself getting excited by this

“I, umm, I am not seeing any one…. umm no, boyfriend.” Kimmie then paused and felt compelled to add, “I am straight.”

Ms. Smith stopped a moment, Ms. Smith hen stood and stepped in front of Kimmie. She looked into Kimmie’s eyes but said nothing verbally. Mentally Kimmie hears herself ask, “You sure about that?” Kimmie shuttered ever so slightly.

Then Ms. Smith finished drying off Kimmie’s body, carefully ignoring Kimmie’s breasts.

“I told you honesty was important to me, Kimmie.” Then Ms. Smith stopped drying off Kimmie. “I always demand that. Here, dry your hair some. Do you require a brush?”

Kimmie looked at Ms. Smith. Part of her was glad Ms. Smith had stopped. But deep down, Kimmie already felt desire beginning to burn, despite her repeated self-pleas of, “but I am straight.”

Kimmie watched as Ms. Smith smoothly stepped back and placed the used towel on the table. Her hand then hovered over her seemingly omnipresent cell phone. Ms. Smith did not pick it up, but instead picked up the brush and handed it to Kimmie. Then she said, “Please excuse me for a moment.”

Ms. Smith then took in the tray that held the picture of Lemonade and two tumblers. She headed into her home and soon returned. Her manner was slightly reserved now. “Tomorrow can you come thirty minutes later than our normal time?”

Kimmie had just finished brushing the tangles from her hair as her client returned and asked her question. Kimmie said she could, a slight disappointment coming over her.

Soon she was redressed and walking home. Her mind raced over what had just happened. Was she reading more into it than was really there? She was surprised how quickly she arrived at her apartment, it really seemed like she had just left Ms. Smith’s lovely home just a moment before.

Once she was in her bathroom and she shut the door, Kimmie began to undress. Her eyes looked into the mirror as she did. Taking in her body as she removed her tee shirt, then her shorts.

Kimmie’s thoughts went back to Ms. Smith and her touch. That soft towel. “The way she touched me,” Kimmie thought.

“Why did I say anything other than I’m not dating anyone?” Kimmie untied her bikini top. Then she removed it. Looking at her firm, ample breasts. Kimmie stared at herself, now topless in the mirror.

“Am I attracted to her?” Kimmie’s hands cupped her breasts. “I have never even thought about such things.” Kimmie’s thoughts on Ms. Smith and that sundress.

Kimmie closed her eyes as she undid her bottoms. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes and felt herself. A light tentative finger along her slit. One thought came to mind immediately, “Why am I so wet, so aroused?”

Kimmie stared into her mirror as she began to rub more and more. Slow to begin but as her breathing got heavier her rubbing became more frantic. Kimmie’s left hand tweaked and pulled her erect nipple as her right hand began to really play with her soppy wet pussy.

Kimmie was gasping as she watched herself masturbate in the mirror. This was not her but yet she could not stop herself and she did not want to. Her climax came quickly, like a wave of release that rippled through her.

After regaining her composure, Kimmie stepped on the bathtub to shower off. Within seconds she was adjusting the handheld shower head and aiming it at her womanhood.

Her freehand playing with her nipples in turn. Pinching, twisting and pulling them as the water jetted on her pussy and fully engorged clitoris. Her moans loud as she again pleasured herself with the thought of her client in her head.

After the shower, Kimmie tried to watch some tv to get Ms. Smith off her mind. But Kimmie kept glancing at her computer.

Soon she was looking up lesbian porn. Her breath ragged as she watched the women making love. Sometimes gently, other times not so gently.

Kimmie wondered what kind of lover Ms. Smith was. illegal bahis Kimmie caught herself in a mirror. Towel on the floor. One hand on her left breast.

“Oh god, what am I doing. Is she even interested in me? Am I curious about it now?” Her eyes back on the screen, watching three women having sex.

Kimmie clicked off the video and took a cold shower and then put on her sleeping gown. Then checked her schedule before picking up the place. Anything to occupy her mind.

The next day, her morning was fairly busy with her steady stream of elderly customers. Most had older dogs who walked slower but seemed to enjoy the park. Her customers always wanted to chat longer than she had time for as well.

Kimmie had become skilled at giving the animals their exercise and giving each of the owners a few minutes of pet stories and thank you’s, along with the occasional “can you reach this”, or ”can you open this?” Still, they were her best customers, who paid early and reminded Kimmie why she chose this path.

Kimmie had just two clients in the afternoon. Mr. Clark and his English Bulldog, Winston. Then after, Ms. Smith and Duke. Winston was stubborn, strong and lazy. Mr. Clark was nice enough, but a stroke made it hard for him to give his dog enough to do. And Winston seemed to like it that way and his fat belly showed that.

From Kimmie he got only a few blueberries and baby carrots, if he walked fast enough and did not demand more rests than he needed.

Thankfully today he cooperated for Kimmie. She then had just enough time to go home and change.

She put on her white Bikini. Then her blue nylon running shorts and a grey t shirt. Her hair in a soft pony. Kimmie checked the time, making sure she arrived per Ms. Smith’s instructions. Then she walked the 5 blocks over.

As Kimmie reached the cul-de-sac where Ms. Smith lived, she began to smile. She crossed the street to get to the correct side of the street. There are only 4 homes on the end of the street besides Ms. Smith’s and if asked at that moment if anyone was outside or if there were any vehicles in the drive, Kimmie would have been uncertain.

Kimmie was solely focused on getting to Ms. Smith’s. Then her mind had a thought, “Oh God, what if I already blew it?”

Then she had reached the long Drive. In the driveway was a newer Jeep Grand Cherokee. Kimmie had never seen it before, in the short time she had been walking Duke.

Kimmie froze and just stood and stared, dumbfounded a moment. Then she checked her phone, she was two minutes early and there was no message saying not to come.

Kimmie walked up the drive, past the SUV and to the short walk to the front door. Then suddenly the door opened. A young blonde woman stepped out through the door. A bright smile on her face.

Then Kimmie saw Ms. Smith, she was smiling too. Her silky robe barely tied. She said something to the woman, who turned and Kimmie heard her say, “Thank you Mistress, as always.” Then she did a little bow.

This was when Ms. Smith saw Kimmie. The smile turned to a smirk. The other woman then stood and turned, almost running into Kimmie before walking past her barefoot and obviously dressed only in a swim coverup.

Kimmie watched her walk by, her mind trying to process what was going on. The she heard Ms. Smith.

“I will get Duke, wait there.”

Then the door shut again and Kimmie waited alone on the porch. And she waited, rocking on her heels for a full 5 minutes.

Then Ms. Smith returned. She had put on a light purple and floral sundress. Duke bound out of the house as Kimmie was handed his lead. Ms. Smith turned back to the house, only saying, “See in half an hour.” Then the door shut.

Duke pulled Kimmie down the concrete path to the driveway. He loved his exercise and today he really seemed to want it.

Kimmie tried to replay what had just happened in her mind. Was she reading too much into all of this? It had been a while since she had been intimate with a her now ex-boyfriend. Was she just imagining that Ms. Smith was trying to seduce her and not just trying to be a good host?

Then Kimmie wondered about the other woman. What was that bow? And what did she say?

Duke then decided it was the perfect time and place to do his business, forcing Kimmie to get a baggie from her fanny pack. After cleaning up the mess, Kimmie gave the Great Dane a couple of Blueberries and they walked the park.

Kimmie did her best to avoid any smaller dogs, as they tended to bark at Duke and get him lunging at them. She carried the nasty baggie and thought, “This sums it up Duke. This is how my life is going.”

After she found a trash can, Kimmie deposited the waste and used a liberal amount of hand sanitizer. She let Duke drink from the convent Dog water fountain before she checked the time. “Ok Boy, time to head home.”

Kimmie and Duke arrived back at his home soon after. Before she could even knock on the door, it opened. Ms. Smith held up a finger, her cell phone to her ear. “I said that is not going to work for my client and it still does not work. We will discuss this tomorrow.”

Then Ms. Smith held out her hand for Duke’s lead. “I trust he got a good walk in?”