Kevin Sellers: Two hot moms

"Are you sure we can't be seen?" Melanie Patterson's voice was a nervous tremor as she reached up, fumbling at the catch of her bikini top. "I mean, it's one thing to get a nice even tan for once, but I don't want to start a neighborhood scandal! And if the boys get out of swimming practice early and come home to see us like this…"

"Oh, don't be such a prude!" Donna Jones' retort was both mischievous and scoffing, her full lips tugging into an impish smile, her red, short-clipped hair glinting in the summer morning sun as she unsnapped her own top and shrugged it off. "Since when have you ever known Josh and Dave to come home early from anything? And as for the neighbors, I can guarantee no one's going to see a thing over my hedge – at least no one who's ever complained! I sunbathe like this all the time, and believe me it's more relaxing this way. Just try it. You'll see."

As she spoke, her bikini top fell away and she casually dropped it on the grass beside her.

Instead of relieving her hesitation, the abrupt spectacle of Donna's petite, perfectly formed tits made Melanie's embarrassment surge into a warm blush across her attractive face. Her own oversized tits felt floppy and huge in comparison.

"I don't know." She glanced uncertainly around the hedge-enclosed back yard as if expecting to see all their neighbors gaping from over its five-foot-high border. "It seems so… so wicked, two grown women lying right out in the open without a stitch on! If our sons saw us doing this they'd just die!"

Donna chuckled at that, obviously enjoying her friend's shyness. "Well, suit yourself. But I'm getting comfortable, and maybe if you did the same once in a while you wouldn't be so inhibited. Relax, darling. See? It isn't hard."

In one motion she deftly pulled her tight bottoms down, wiggling her long slender legs out of them.

Melanie gave a shocked gasp as her next-door-neighbor's muff of fiery red cunt fur came into view. Frankly, Donna had one of the most gorgeous pussy mounds she'd ever seen. Its thick luxuriant triangle gleamed in the sunlight as if all aflame, burning sensually in a glossy thatch between her smooth, tanned thighs.

"Urn, it feels so good to just lie back and soak, in the sun. What're you waiting for? Come on, Mel. Stop looking so upset and join me. And if anyone does see us… well, that's their pleasure as far as I'm concerned. What have we got to be ashamed of?"

She had a point, and Melanie gave in with a reluctant shrug that made her long shoulderlength blonde curls sweep across her bare shoulders like a golden waterfall. "Oh, all right. Just this once I don't guess it could hurt. But if I get a sunburn in the wrong places, you'll never hear the end of it!"

With that defiant statement and a quick deep breath Melanie pulled her bikini top away. Her large pale tits bobbled freely into sight, and this time it was Donna's turn to stare.

"My, my," the redhead murmured, taking in those bounteous joggling orbs with blatant appreciation. "You certainly did have a lot to hide, didn't you? I always knew you were well endowed, dear, but those – they're absolutely scrumptious! Melanie Patterson, you make me feel positively flat-chested!"

Melanie's blush deepened at her friend's praise, but this time it was more with a sense of pleasure than from embarrassment. Secretly she'd always been proud of her tits. They always got lingering gazes when she walked down a crowded street, and unlike some other women she'd known, her tits lived up to every inch of promise their hugeness implied. Their rounded swells soared outward with weighty, unsagging softness into rosy half-dollar-sized nipples that blossomed an extra inch as if practically dripping with richness, the way she knew big tits were supposed to look but usually didn't.

More at ease now, Melanie daintily slipped the loose folds of the bikini bottom off and lay back completely nude, only a trifle self-conscious.

Despite the outward differences in their appearance, the two women had a great deal in common. Both in their mid-thirties, they'd become the best of friends almost from the very first day Melanie had moved in next door after her divorce. Like her, Donna was also without a husband. A widow of five years, she had a teenaged son who was just Dave's age, and just like their mothers both Josh and Dave quickly became best friends too. So it was only natural that now, under her friend's uninhibited guiding, Melanie found herself sprawled out nude in Donna's back yard, wishing she hadn't let herself be talked into this but too ashamed of her own shy reaction to show that she couldn't be just as bold.

"It does feel better this way," she forced the little lie out, wiggling abashedly. "But I don't think we'd better lie out like this very long… I mean, I burn so easily and all…"

"I have just the thing to fix those certain places you were talking about. Just roll over and relax while I take care of everything."

There seemed to be no escaping the situation, so Melanie surrendered with a small sigh and settled onto her stomach as ordered. Donna hovered above her, pouring out a palmful of white liquid and smoothing the lotion over her back.

"There, does that feel better?"

"Ummm, yes." The cool suntan oil made her quiver a bit as Donna's sticky hands glided across her shoulders and slid down her back, coming to the firm twin globes of her pert, jutting asscheeks and massaging them as well.

Despite the intimacy of that touch Melanie didn't feel more than a brief twinge of embarrassment. She and Donna were the closest of friends, with hardly a secret between them.

Suddenly Donna's woeful voice spoke out with startling sharpness. "God, I'm horny! The trouble with cocks is that they're not always there when you need them. And at the moment I need one so bad I could scream!"

Melanie smiled at that outburst, unsurprised. In the past months of their friendship she'd hardly known a moment when Donna wasn't horny. "You're just man-hungry, that's all. And besides, I don't see what we can do about that right this moment, do you – ooooh!"

Her voice rose to a shrill wail and she twisted her head in time to catch Donna's wicked little smile as she slipped her cool fingers into the cleavage of Melanie's ass, purposely torturing the small pink rim of her asshole.

"Donna!" Her voice was a breathless shocked gasp, her asscheeks automatically clenching at the cold wet touch.

"What's the matter, darling?" Donna made her voice perfectly innocent as she plucked her fingers away. "A bit tense this morning, are we? That's that I thought I'm not the only one who could do with some real fucking for a change, am I?"

Still grinning with satisfaction, she resumed kneading Melanie's ripe tightened ass globes as if nothing at all had happened.

Taken by surprise at the little jolt of sensation that had shot through her with that brief, taunting caress, Melanie forced a rueful smile of admission. "I never said I wasn't horny, did I? It's just that there's nothing we can do about it. And I don't see how discussing it is going to help."

"I suppose you're right." Donna let out a deep mournful breath, her short red curls glinting in the sun and her small perfect tits rising and falling in a way that couldn't help but capture Melanie's attention. "But you've only been divorced a few months, Mel. Just wait until you've been without a man as long as I have. You'll develop some ideas then, I promise!"

She had a point, no doubt about that. Even through her shyness Melanie had to admit that the nights had been getting lonelier lately, and seemed to last a lot longer. And she tossed and turned in bed more than she used to. Donna had a point, all right. They were two horny women, without a man between them.