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Derrek savored the lazy sunlight that seemed to pour from the summer sky like fresh maple syrup. The light cloud cover provided just the right amount of shade, and the park seemed to glow with an enthusiastic brightness as he walked through its center. The growing grass massaged his bare feet with a plush tickling sensation he felt strongest with his toes. He curled them, to tug at the healthy vegetation and simply enjoy the feelings from his feet. The light breeze brought the smell of flowers to his muzzle, and brushed it through the golden fur on his chest like a cologne.

When the moment passed, he opened his eyes, and caught the glimmer of the sun that played off the water of the tame lake not far off. White sails of toy boats drifted through the water, and Derrek almost swore he could hear the laughter of children in the wind. Drawn by the water, as common with his breed, he began to lope toward the lake. It was not that far, and the gently rolling hills of the park offered no unkind terrain. He made a fine time, not that the lazy afternoon called for timekeeping or hurry. He passed a jogging path and bench, and a gaggle of youngsters with their damp little boats.

The retriever had been so wrapped up in his running he almost forgot to stop - not that he would have minded much! There is something hypnotic about the pounding rhythm of bare paws falling to the earth, and mixed with the scents and smells of a blooming natural bouquet and the sight of water ahead with its welcoming coolness who could be blamed for slipping into a complacent zone. It was only the irritating weight of his cellular phone in the back pocket of his jogging shorts that stopped him from leaping the dock. So instead he trotted to a stop at the small pier, and drank from the public fountain there, letting the water splash over his panting tongue.

Stretching his athletic frame, he began to stroll anew along the edge of the lake, slipping into the shadows of the high trees that ran along one edge of the water. There the soothing shade of the trees offers some respite from the sunlight, and the cooling breeze from the lake fluttered his fur pleasantly. The soft embankment cradled his steps as he began his slow circle, and in fact was so comfortable that he contemplated a nap until he came upon another fur that had the same idea not so long ago.

Sound asleep in the shade lay a puma, a very handsome one, too boot! Derrek couldn't help but to admire him, his broad, muscular frame that was well splayed supine. With both paws supporting his head and shirt left open the dog's gaze could follow the elegant contours of the cougar's chest as it slowly rose and fell. Derrek's tongue flopped out wetly when a deep breath slipped a meaty nipple from under the open shirt. Lower still, the tawny fur darkening slightly on the belly to lead mysteriously into the hem of denim shorts. Slightly stuffed shorts, as the mysterious napping feline was as well muscled bottom as top - his toned, powerful thighs twitched slightly as he dreamed. The sight of those well formed legs rippling under the fur set to motion made Derrek's tail wag!

Usually Derrek wouldn't gawp so much at a stranger, as his mother had taught him it was impolite. On the other hand, most of them weren't so darn good looking! Maybe it was the setting, though, that tempted him. After all, the idyllic lakeside would make almost anyone look wholesome and tasty, right? Worth a second look, at least, and when the dog turned his eyes back onto the puma well, that was it. Really, it was the cougar's fault for having such big, perfectly shaped feet. Honest.

Anybody would have crept along on all fours real sneakily to get a closer look at them. After all, it'd be rude to wake someone up from a nap just to see their feet. So Derrek snuck up closer, his tongue lolling out in anticipation. He got himself within arm's reach, and stopped there, a bit afraid to creep closer. Still, close enough though! He admired the stranger's big feet from there, examining closely the broadness of them. How pink and well cared for the pads were, slightly damp with water from the lake. Even the way bits of grass had become pressed into the short fur between those big soft-tipped toes! Very au naturel. Soothing too, the soft motions of leg and foot as the big cat napped.

"Hello. See something you like?"

The soft, slightly sleepy voice startled Derrek, and he froze in mid admiration. How long had he been staring, fascinated, by those big feet? Long enough, it seemed, for the puma to sit up partly, and notice him crouched dumbly like an idiot! Luckily the stranger seemed more amused than anything else, if the expression on his muzzle could be trusted. Suddenly the feline laughed, the sound bouncing brightly off the lake and leaves overhead. The big toes curled up tightly, stretching.

"It's alright. You can touch them, if you want to."

Derrek felt like he just stopped of a merry-go round, dizzy, maybe. First fascination, then surprise, fear, shame even! His ears had flattened, and embarrassingly his tail had tucked between his legs slightly. Getting caught leering at those big pink toes had been pretty humiliating, but the pleasant surprise was a nice switch! Like any dog, he fell back into a positive, enthusiastic mood almost immediately! "Oh boy!" He barked, softly, tail already beginning to wag again. "You bet I would! Thanks!" Always such a polite dog.

With permission secured, Derrek reached for those big feet with a shudder of anticipation. The puma chuckled softly when the dull claw on the dog's thumb traced the curve of the largest pawpad across the broad track of his left foot. The right was subtly assaulted by the index, starting from the heel and going up to the toe. Derrek whined with excitement as he slid his fingers around the arches and mated his palms to the damp pawpads. He squeezed gently, feeling the puma's heartbeat faintly as those big calves flexed, the feet pressing back against his grip.

Shifting his grip slightly, the dog slid his fingers up until they tickled the underside of those broad toes, and then slipped into the gaps between them. As he wove fingers and toes together the big puma flexed, gripping on Derrek's digits tightly. The cougar was strong, and he ground the ball of his foot, which was as wide as Derrek's hand, into the dog's palm comfortingly. When his fingers were released it left him feeling confident enough to grip both heels and lean in, giving those big toes a sniff. The smell of water, of fresh grass, and puma musk filled the dog's nose. He delighted in the delicate intermingling of scents, natural and clean.

His pink tongue darted out apprehensively, to play along the blunt tip where a retracted claw was hidden. The short fur there greeted his tongue plushly, stroked along it as he lapped up the flavors of the stranger's walk to the lakeside. With little hints of grass stuck to his tongue, Derrek looked up past those massive feet at the face of their owner. The handsome puma looked satisfied, eyes closed and muzzle tilted in a smile. Emboldened, the wagging dog slurped the largest toe directly into his muzzle and sucked on it with a playful fierceness.

With both his paws wrapped around the puma's foot, that toe was at Derrek's mercy. Luckily the dog was very interested in sliding it into the wet confines of his mouth, where his lips and tongue could explode the thick power of the digit. Strong muscles responsible for operating the claw were tenderized by the massage of the dog's supple tongue, gently stroked by his thin lips. The sharp tip of that thick claw almost slid from its home, almost, when the big male flexed to pet the slick surface of Derrek's tongue. The teasing possibility of danger was a bit exciting, though! He could have sucked on it all afternoon, but the thick pads under his fingertips called out his greedy muzzle. Almost reluctantly, he slid his muzzle off of the toe and let his nose travel down to that broad pad on the ball.

A big, deep sniff of that musky pawpad threatened to put him into fits! The potent aroma, the soft scent of the ground in grass - nothing could stop him from tasting it. So he did! His tongue slobbered out and just stroked along the entire underside of that broad foot, tracing the curving pads from ball to heel. The flavors were subtly distinct, stronger of earth and grass at each end where the puma laid his weight. In the arch, though, it was almost all the stranger's powerful musk. Derrek nipped with his teeth, playfully, at the edge where most people are ticklish and was rewarded with a shuddering chuckle from his new friend. Again, he drummed his teeth, tongue, and fingers along the tickle spot to elicit a reaction from the stoic puma.

Within a few moment the former silent cougar was trying to roll from side to side, powerful thighs and calves bulging as he tried to pull his foot from the dog's grip! Between his wheezing laughs, he begged for mercy as his chest heaved with gentle guffaws and his clenched paws beat at the grass. Laughing too, Derrek played at air guitar with the damp footpaw, wagging fitfully! At last, he stopped tormenting, allowing the panting puma to catch his breath. Panting as well, Derrek just pressed his nose against the tenderized foot and opened wide.

In went all of the cougar's toes, goofily rounding out the retriever's muzzle and challenging his tongue to worship all of them simultaneously. The slick, warm ribbon fluttered into the crevices between those thick digits, tasting the densest fur where musk had been gathering all day. The flavor slowly coated his exploring tongue as he slurped and suckled on as much of the wriggling toes as he could. The flavor and scent filled his world of sensation, and then warmth as the helpful feline brought his other paw up press on the side of Derrek's face.

The warm, musky pads of the other footpaw pressed firmly against the dog's cheek, spreading the scent into his fur. The strong, rounded heel nested on the side of his muzzle, giving him a perfect view of the muscular calf flexing when the toes move. The big, strong toes that curled just right to grip at his floppy ears. To pinch and pet it affectionately as Derrek worshipped the huge paw firmly pressed into his wet, welcoming muzzle. The warmth of the sunlight reflecting off his back was comforting. The taste of the paw in his mouth was electrifying. The pressure of the pawpads on his face was domineering. He could worship like that all lazy afternoon.

For a time, he did, until again the cougar spoke up again.

"Is that all you like to suck?"