Two doors from the jewelry store, Ally passed a women’s store with summer dresses on mannequins in the window. Two of the six mannequins caught her eye. They were body hugging summer mini dresses with cowl V-necks that plunged to the navel, leaving the breasts almost completely exposed, except for the nipples and areolas. Almost the entire torso was exposed.
In truth, they weren’t so much V-necks as U-necks, with the bottom of the U shaped cowls composed of sheer material that hung in loose overlapping layers. The tops of the U shaped cowls were gathered tightly together and stitched over gold two inch rings, which in turn were connected to two lengths of fabric that tied behind the back of the neck tied in a large bow.
One mannequin provided a front view of the dress and it was a vibrant royal blue. The other was a rear view of the dress and it was a rich raspberry color. Arrayed below were an assortment of other colors including white, cream, black and dark green.
The rear view of the dress was most striking for what wasn’t there, which was much fabric. The sides of the dress didn’t extend beyond the outer edges of the breasts and the bottom fell below the cleft of the mannequins ass crack, leaving the back almost completely naked.
The very bottom of the dresses left the ass cheeks peeking out. It was skimpy with a capital ‘S’ to say the least, thought Ally, admiring the dress as she walked by. Very little was left to the imagination, and the sheer fabric made imagination completely irrelevant.
Ally rushed to complete her transaction in the jewelry store and scurried out the door, hoping to get back before Lois arrived. But as she reached the front of the dress store again, she felt compelled to go in. Her ego got the best of her, since she knew she would have three other beautiful women to compete with for the next week.
She found her size in the blue dress and took it to the dressing room to try it on. It fit perfectly, so she decided to wear it out of the store. Before leaving the dressing room, she put on her new body jewelry, G-String and earrings.
Ally had been surprised at the jewelry store to find that the matching G string for her vagina barely covered the top of her labia lips, making the jewelry hanging from her pierced labia clearly visible.
The V shaped G String was made of a fine gold mesh that did little to hide her bare pussy as it hung from a thin strand of gold chain that loosely clung to her hips. The mesh design matched the intricate nipple shields.
Standing in front of the full length mirror, Ally pulled the fabric covering her breasts back to the sides, exposing her ornamented breasts, then she adjusted her long curly strands of red hair to cover her areolas and nipples instead.
As she swayed her breasts back in forth, her nipples peeked through her long curly strands of red hair. You had to look closely to see her nipples, but she was confident that those she encountered would see them, particularly the men.
Ally left the store with each color of the dress, content that she would have a different color to wear for nearly every remaining day of their stay at the ranch. As she walked back to her car, the leers she got from the men she passed on the sidewalk, and the scornful looks from some of the women, confirmed to her that the dress was having the impact she desired.
Sandy, Bree and Lois were all dazzling beauties in their own right, but Ally compulsively aspired to be the fairest damsel of them all.
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As Ally crested the hill and emerged from the thick stand of pine trees on either side of the dirt road, she could see Bree’s black BMW 760i parked in front of the bunkhouse. Looking up at the ranch house, Ally was disappointed to see that Lois had arrived before her. She had immediately recognized the racing green Land Rover Defender parked in front of the garage, knowing that it belonged to Lois’ husband Daniel.
Although nearly two decades old, Daniel refused to trade in his Land Rover. It had a classic look that none of the newer models possessed and he kept it in pristine condition. Ally was surprised that Lois’ husband Daniel had let her borrow it, but then she sadly remembered Daniel’s current condition. Sharing his car with his wife was nothing in comparison to sharing her with his son.
It appeared that everyone had arrived, Ally told herself, trying to distract herself from thoughts of Daniel’s eminent mortality. Instead, Ally tried to focus her thoughts on what the rest of the day held in store as she drove the last few hundred yards.
To some degree, everyone would be flying blind and how things would go for the remainder of the stay would be subject to chance to a great degree. That’s what was exciting, Ally thought to herself―not knowing what would happen next. There would be surprises, and perhaps, even a little danger. There would definitely be drama. Would Sandy and Bree succumb to their lust with their sons? Would Lois do the same?
Ally was pretty sure all of those things would happen. What might be surprising would be how everyone ultimately reacted. That’s where the suspense came into play.
Ally pulled up next to Lois’ green 4×4 and walked up the steps to the front door with her bags of new clothing. When she opened the front door, she was surprised to see everyone waiting in the great room. She caught a glimpse of Lois in the kitchen with Dan and Josh.
Even more surprising, given the last few day, everyone was fully clothed. Ally could hear Lois, Dan and Josh talking in the kitchen. They sounded as though they were preparing lunch. Sandy and Bree were in the living room sitting on their son’s laps. Matt and Chris were on either side of Sandy and Mike, and Nick sat next to Bree and Andy.
Bree was wearing a short halter top that barely covered her naked breasts and a matching pair of short shorts. The black material appeared to be the same kind of cotton polyester used for sweatshirts.
Sandy, on the other hand, was wearing a rather provocative looking breast towel over her ample breasts. It was a new and novel piece of clothing, sometimes referred to as a tata-towel.
Sandy’s was made of red terrycloth that matched the accompanying short shorts. The only thing that held Sandy’s breasts in place was their own prodigious size and gravity, as her humongous boobs completely filled the terrycloth cups.
Well, the girls were certainly open for business, thought Ally as she sat her bags down behind the large couch and leaned over to kiss Sandy on the cheek, then quickly walked over to Bree and did the same.
“Mirror, mirror, on the FUCKING wall!” exclaimed Sandy in her sing-songy sort of Texas twang, as she feigned astonishment.
“Who’s the HOTTEST MILF of ALL!” continued Bree, completing the thought.
“Damn Girl!” teased Sandy, “How the hell are us two aging mommies supposed to compete with you. Good God girl! You’re smokin’ hot! Look at that fucking hair!”
“Well, thank you!” replied Ally in her most girlish voice. “All compliments graciously accepted.”
“Girl, that dress should be illegal,” laughed Bree. “And I want one! Where did you get that?”
“There’s a dress shop in town,” replied Ally jovially. “I saw them in the window. We can drive into town tomorrow if you like. I got one in each color.”
“In black?” asked Bree.
“Of course, my raven haired beauty!” replied Ally, smiling.
“Fuck the dress!” interjected Sandy. “I want that jewelry you’ve got on your tits and pussy. Did you buy those in town too?”
“Two doors down,” replied Ally, laughing.
“That settles it,” asserted Sandy, “shopping tomorrow!”
“Sounds good,” replied Ally. “Can you excuse me for a minute while I say hello to Lois. Then we can talk some more. I’m so glad both of you could come!”
Ally started toward the kitchen and Lois was smiling at her, shaking her head as Ally walked through the doorway. Ally smiled back, knowing what Lois was thinking, and Lois was right. Ally wasn’t about to be upstaged by either Sandy or Bree.
And both Lois and Ally knew that as far as they were concerned it was a dead heat between she and Ally for the actual honors, and they were both fine with that. They enjoyed sharing the top of the heap together.
“No wonder those boys can’t quit talking about you,” said Lois with a smile as Ally drew closer. “That’s some outfit. The jewelry isn’t too shabby either. And the hair! Damn girl! You make one hell of a redhead.”
“After two years alone,” sighed Ally, “I thought I needed a new look. Josh convinced me to go for it.”
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