“Is that the wine shop near UC Berkeley you always rave about,” asked Ally.
“Yeah, it’s actually in Albany,” replied Lois. “It’s not far from the campus though. That bakery that makes the really good sourdough baguettes is right next door, so I picked up some bread too.”
“So, what are we drinking with lunch,” asked Ally, perfectly content as she made small talk with her friend Lois.
“Well, we have an Alsatian Pinot Blanc to go with the crudité and charcuterie plates―it’s chilling,” said Lois. “The red to go with the lamb shanks and risotto is from a château in Languedoc, it’s a blend of mostly Syrah, Grenache and Mourvèdre. The store is actually the importer too. It’s hard to find elsewhere.”
“Never heard of either one of them,” said Ally, shaking her head. “You never cease to astound me. You’re such a gourmand!”
“A real wino too,” laughed Dan, drawing the evil eye from his mother.
“That’s why I like that wine shop,” said Lois, ignoring her son. “They have all the more esoteric wines from Europe, not the ones you find in all the supermarkets. They’re more interesting.”
“Well, I look forward to being educated,” said Ally, smiling warmly at her friend. “Do you need another pair of hands?”
“No, the boys are proving to be very capable,” replied Lois, with a wink to Ally. “Why don’t you go ahead and entertain the rest of your guests. We should be done with the charcuterie plates in just a few.”
“Very capable, indeed!” thought Ally as she walked away. Lois had both boys eating out of the palm of her hand. Ally shook her head and smiled. Lois had that effect on men, young and old alike. The more ladylike she behaved, the more they lusted after her.
The outfit she was wearing didn’t hurt matters either, thought Ally. Lois was wearing a simple white silk blouse and a fashionable leather skirt, neither of which were sexy in and of themselves.
But the blouse was sheer and the lavender colored lacey bra she wore underneath showed through. It was a pushup bra that exposed the tops of her swelling breasts with just a hint of her nipples protruded invitingly from the top.
The tan colored leather skirt Lois wore hugged the curves of her shapely hips and ass and came down to almost mid-thigh. Beneath the skirt she wore lavender colored lacey stockings that matched her bra.
Knowing Lois intimately, Ally assumed she was wearing a matching garter belt and skimpy matching panties. Ally had no doubt that Lois’s panties split provocatively at the crotch, exposing her pale pink labia. Ally wondered if Lois still had that narrow landing strip of pubic hair that came to a point just above her labia, literally pointing to the promised land.
Clothed or unclothed, Lois was a stunning woman, Ally thought to herself admiringly. Lois had long since perfected the art of enticing men with what they couldn’t see―leaving them aroused and anxious, waiting for her to finally reveal the rest of her hidden treasures.
As Ally walked away, she took a mental inventory of Lois’ many attributes. Lois was reasonably tall by women’s standards at five foot nine, with long supple legs. Her build was slender, but well proportioned.
Lois had aspired to be a ballerina as a girl, and now she was an avid hot yoga enthusiast, which kept her long, slender ballerina body fit and flexible.
Ally estimated that Lois was maybe 130 pounds soaking wet. And Ally knew that Lois’ measurements were 33-22-34 and that she wore a B cup bra because the two women had exchanged their measurements with each other one Christmas when they decided to buy each other lingerie as gifts.
With shoulder length wavy auburn hair and pert natural breasts that were perfectly proportionate to her well-tanned copper colored body, Lois looked like the kind of woman every man dreamed of marrying. She had that wholesome girl next door vibe that made men fawn over her. And her hazel colored bedroom eyes melted men’s hearts.
But Ally knew that if you watched her closely, one moment Lois would have that bright and innocent look of a guileless ingénue and the next, her luminous hazel eyes would seduce you as they peered out from her bronzed face. Both men and women alike found Lois a captivating and irresistible force of nature.
Lois tried to disguise her beauty most of the time, behind the big tortoise shell glasses that made her look bookish, like a librarian or school teacher. They also made her look much older than she actually was, which were the glasses true purpose.
As alluring as she was, it was often her voice that closed the deal for most men. She had the sultry voice of a nightclub torch singer, combined with just a hint of her fading French Québécois accent.
As she stood in the doorway, Ally looked back at Lois as she and the boys continued to work at the kitchen counter. Lois’ hair was pulled tightly back against her head in a ponytail and she was wearing the oversized tortoise shell glasses that were her disguise.
Ally lingered in the doorway for another moment, envying Josh and Dan, and perhaps the other boys as well, remembering how excited she had been that first time when Lois shed her demure disguise and they embraced and made passionate love for the first time.
Ally anticipated that later that evening Lois might let her hair down, toss aside her glasses and strip away her outer layer of clothing, revealing her captivating beauty to the unsuspecting boys gazing back at them with her smoldering bedroom eyes.
It would be in that fleeting moment that the boys would discover that the bookish looking mommy figure they had often taken for granted was actually the most stunning and desirable beauty of them all.
Ally looked forward to watching Lois beguile and manipulate the boys to her will, just as she had done with their four fathers and countless other men as she and Lois had shared them together.
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By the time they all had their fill of charcuterie and pinot blanc, everyone was feeling sated. The fact was everyone was too keyed up with excitement in anticipation of what they hoped would come next to eat anything else. It was their other appetites, those of a sexual nature, that desperately needed to be quelled.
Lois was nonplused by everyone’s decision and simply turned the oven down to its lowest setting to let the lamb shanks continue cooking slowly until dinner time.
Ally and Lois offered to clean up and let everyone else go rest or mingle in the bunkhouse, but Sandy had other ideas. She suggested that they all go swimming in the pond. Ally and Lois looked at each other with raised eyebrow, knowing that this was ‘Sandyspeak’ for skinny dipping and frolicking in the water. Josh and Dan elected to stay with their mothers and help clean up.
Once they were done tidying up Lois opened another bottle of wine. This time she chose a bottle Corton-Charlemagne, a far more expensive bottle of chardonnay from the Côte de Beaune in Burgundy.
Hearing the yelling, screaming, laughing and giggling coming from the boat dock, the four walked out to the front porch to see what all the commotion was about.
As both Ally and Lois had suspected, everyone was naked and in the water. All except Nick, who had asked to use the Hasselblad. He had been working with Dan and had developed an interest in photography over the previous few days. Nick stood on the platform shooting the aquatic and other activities.
Nick filmed videos and took still images of the two women as they and the four boys swam about, with the boys not missing an opportunity to feel the two women up as Sandy and Bree squealed and giggled like schoolgirls.
Most of the real action was taking place below the surface of the water. The women and boys hands were finding each other’s private places. Above the surface, tongues eventually found mouths, and then pegs found holes below the surface as the women would couple with the boys briefly and then disengage, teasing the boys.
Eventually the two women swam to opposite sides of the platform. Sandy was followed by Andy and Chris, and Bree by Mike and Matt. It wasn’t long before each of the women was sandwiched between the boys who had followed them.
As Ally, Lois and their sons watched from the porch, Sandy appeared to have Andy deep in her ass as she arched her back into him, wrapping her arms behind his head. Chris’ body was pressed hard against Sandy’s prodigious breasts as he penetrating her pussy as he bobbed up and down in the water.
Andy kept one hand on the edge of the dock to keep all of them afloat as Sandy’s squeals and moans carried up to the porch. On the other side of the platform, it was Mike buried in Bree’s ass and Matt thrusting in and out of her pussy as she loudly urged them on.
“Oh GOD! Fuck me with those hard young cocks!” Bree loudly and excitedly demanded as her voice carried all the way up the hill to the house. “Harder, HARDER! Yeah! Yeah! Oh fuck, YEAH!”
“That certainly didn’t take long,” commented Lois dryly. Her voice was husky and her Québécois accent was suddenly more pronounced than usual. Ally could sense that Lois was becoming aroused. Ally had gone without sex for a long time too, so Ally understood the feelings Lois was experiencing at that moment.
And Ally knew something else―when Lois became aroused, not only did her Québécois accent reveal itself, she would cry out in French when she was in the throes of passion. Ally found that both charming and arousing.
Ally could feel Lois body trembling as they stood side by side, watching Bree and Sandy sandwiched between the boys in the pond. Lois’ breathing was labored as Sandy and Bree’s moans floated in the air up to the porch.
“The reason it didn’t take them long, mon amour, is because that’s why they’re here,” whispered Ally into Lois’ ear. The two women were standing side by side with their arms around each other’s waists. Then Ally whispered even more softly, “And why are you here?”
Lois’ body stiffened momentarily and then she turned her head to gaze directly into Ally’s eyes. The two women held each other’s gaze for several second. Both Dan and Josh were standing a couple steps away from their mothers leaning against the railing on either side of them and couldn’t hear the women’s whispered exchange.
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