Discovering the Sex Valley

Stephanie sat at the very back of the near-empty bar, and secretly hoped somebody would finally notice her. She knew Henry worked late nights at the office, particularly on Mondays and Wednesdays. She also knew that that bar was far enough outside town that she wouldn't be seen by anyone she knew.

She had seen the two older ladies around, but lucky for her they had no idea who she was. She was a good Christian, who went to church every single Sunday morning. In her heart she knew she was sinning, but Stephanie was tired. She was tired of never being looked at, and tired of being invisible to Henry and everyone else around. She certainly wasn't the young blue-eyed beauty queen she once was, but she wasn't exactly an old hag either.

On this particular Monday night, she decided to dress herself up more than usual. Perhaps she would stick out enough to be noticed.

As soon as she parked the car outside the bar, she undid her long black overcoat and tossed it into the front seat of her dark green convertible. As she stepped up out of the car, she took a minute to admire her pretty reflection against the tinted driver seat window. A smile spread across her face as she spread another think shade of red lipstick across her perfect heart-shaped lips. The tight white blouse was certainly going to show off her near perfect breasts, which were barely supported by her favorite thick velvet black bra. She hesitated for a second, and then decided to open the two top buttons, the remaining button clung for dear life as her breasts shoved hard against it.

In her mind, she looked like the beauty queen the college kids used to lust after.

She strutted inside the bar, and the heavy wooden door creaked loudly behind her. No guy in her would be able to ignore her, in her tight black miniskirt and her very tight white blouse. She wiggled her hips from side to side until finally settling down at the back of the bar. She hadn't dressed like this since her twenties, and could barely squeeze into her outfit.

She certainly wasn't planning on cheating on Henry, and all she wanted was for someone to notice her and man to drool over her the way they used. Underneath her skirt, she was wearing a pair of lace red panties, and her skirt was so tight her panty-lines were visible. These particular lace panties were sentimental to her. These were the ones she wore last time her and Henry made love together. That was a long time ago, and she never could forget that look on his face. That wide-eyed look he gave her as she strutted into the bedroom, wearing nothing but these lace panties and three inch black heels.

She never forgot that night. That night when she strutted around the bedroom wiggling her perfect hips from side to side. She kept smiling at him, as his big green eyes followed her body flowing sensually around the room. She teased him and teased him, and teased him some more until she finally began to slide them off. She hadn't shaved, and left a tiny patch of perfect blonde pubic hair for him. Just the way he loved it.

She wanted that again, she wanted him to stare at her. She wanted to feel him get rock hard by just watching her hips swing around the room. But that was a long time ago, and this was now.

So far she had no luck, and not a single person in the bar even looked in her direction. All this was for nothing. The old guys sitting at the front of the bar were too old to even notice her. The barkeep was half-blind and could barely pour drinks, and the few other patrons in the bar were so deep into their conversations they didn't even notice her walk inside the bar.

Stephanie sighed and continued nursing her Long Island Ice Tea. She was in tears, as she felt the sense of neglect in her mind. She didn't think much of the two ladies chatting in the small wooden booth directly behind hers. She lent her ear to the two older ladies sitting in the booth next to hers. These two ladies were known around her town for their particularly tall tales. Most people took what they said with a grain of salt. Who would believe these senile bats fluttering their wings about town?

Stephanie looked up from her drink, and peeked at their reflections in the large mirror across the bar. It was quiet enough at the back of the bar to hear what they were talking about, and was busy enough in the rest bar that she could eavesdrop without them noticing. She was also able to catch both their names as they continued their conversation.

Lucy was the taller of the two older ladies, and Rhonda was the shorter one. Lucy was easy to tell apart, because she was the one wearing a massive black fedora with a black bow on the front. Stephanie thought she looked ridiculous, and her hat was way too big for her head. Her floral summer dress seemed to fit perfectly on her, and somehow made Lucy look somewhat attractive. Stephanie wondered if men ever noticed her, or perhaps she was feeling the faint buzz of alcohol running down her veins. There was something about the way she moved back and forth that seemed to catch Stephanie's eyes.

Nobody knew where these two ladies came from. They showed up in town when Stephanie was just a little girl, and rumors spread like wildfire. Some say they murdered their husbands for insurance money others said they robbed banks. Nobody in town could understand know how they afforded their gargantuan home, and were too afraid to ask. Their home was three times the size as any in town, and to some it was a true eyesore. To others, it was a masterpiece and true relic of the old days when the town had just begun.

Everyone in town wondered what their massive house looked like on the inside, but nobody was brave enough to go near those giant metal gates. If the rumors were true, they would end up like their husbands.

Stephanie motioned to the half-blind barkeep for another drink. The wispy old man limbered over, nearly stumbling between the narrow booths. He and didn't bother asking what she wanted to drink.. This drink had more of kick, and it seemed as though the barkeep had been a little bit more generous. Maybe, he did in fact notice her or was it just that he couldn't really see?

She closed her big blue eyes and pressed her dark red lips softly against the cold glass. For a second she imagined she was kissing her secret crush on the lips. She had been watching him ever since he started working over at the hardware shop. He was a tall built man with big broad shoulders and long light blonde hair.

Henry sent her there a few times to pick up some odds and ends, but she always dragged it out. She secretly fantasized about the man while peeking through the crowded aisles. Sometimes she would get a nice peek at the bulge in his khakis. The pants were tight enough that she could see the outline creasing up against his zipper. Then he would turn around and she would steal a glance at his perfect muscular behind. Lucky for Stephanie he never noticed her staring at him. Or maybe she was unlucky? Maybe she wanted him to notice her.

She imagined his big strong hands running all over her body, while he kissed her on the back of the neck. Then they would get naked, and make love all night. He would touch her everywhere until she would strip his clothing off, and kiss every inch of his perfect body. She thought about what he would taste like, and how well he would respond to her dark red lips wrapped tightly around his swollen cock. He probably would be a generous lover, and would give her the pleasure she desperately lacked.

She quickly came back to her senses, and stopped dreaming about the tall blonde stud in the hardware shop. He was half her age, and why would he even be interested in her. He could get any broad in town with a perfect body like his. She was starting to feel a soft tingle between her legs and a wet spot began to form against her thin lace panties. She really needed a distraction, and she continued to peek at the two ladies in the giant bar mirror. She continued her drink and diverted her attention to the shorter of the two. She didn't realize that the barkeep had accidently poured way too much alcohol into her drink.

Stephanie drew her attention to the other woman, and finally caught her name. She couldn't help but notice Rhonda's full breasts bouncing around wildly about just above the table in their booth. Her breasts were slipping out of her thick black bra, and nearly falling out. Even though she could only see the top part of them, she could see that Rhonda had near perfect breasts. Her light pink blouse didn't do much, to hide her thick breasts and Stephanie could see the faint outline of her nipples poking against the bra. Stephanie knew it was a sin and had never been with a woman before, but the alcohol was getting to her. She began to fantasize about placing her hands underneath Rhonda's shirt and squeezing them, while toying with her perfect nipples.

Lucy and Rhonda took long drags from their never ending cigarette puffs, and between cigarette hauls Stephanie was able to catch more of their conversation. Lucy had a scratchy smoker's voice, and Rhonda had a deep sensual soft tone to her. Stephanie continued to admire their bodies, and how well they presented for women of their age. Lucy finally put out her cigarette and laid a huge map out on the bar table.

The ladies leaned over the map and Lucy was pointing a specific spot on it. As they checked out the location on their oversized map Stephanie looked back towards the big mirror. The group of old cowboys had left the bar, and she had a perfect view of the two ladies. They were completely oblivious to her staring at them, and she couldn't help but steal another glance at Rhonda through the big mirror. Rhonda's perfect breasts had slid out of her thick black bra, and just enough to reveal the top part of her breasts. Her thick exposed nipples were a soft pink, and seemed to point right in Stephanie's direction. Realizing her bra had slipped, Rhonda quickly adjusted herself. Lucy thought it was the funniest thing, and yanked her bra down fully revealing both Rhonda's breasts. Stephanie quickly buried her face into her third drink, worried that they had seen her staring.

But they didn't see her, and just went back to what they were doing.

The soft tingle between Stephanie's legs turned into a warm wet spot as she continued to fantasize about running her hands and lips against Rhonda's breasts. They were even more perfect they she imagined. Stephanie got to the bottom of her drink, and was so distracted she nearly dropped it on the table. She had never been attracted to any woman before, and definitely not one nearly twice her age. But every time Rhonda moved around, she couldn't stop staring at her.

She didn't want to believe it at all, and thought it was probably another one of their lies. But after three very strong drinks she would probably believe anything. Besides her marriage was as dull as it could possibly be, and she needed some sort of adventure. What they were discussing was the excitement she needed. She needed what Rhonda and Lucy had, and she wanted their level of confidence and adventure. Maybe they weren't so bad after all, she thought to herself.

Stephanie took a pen and paper out of her small red leather purse, and scribbled down the directions she had overheard them chatting about all night. It was somewhere up on the blue mountain about a fifteen minutes drive up. She knew the location, but never heard of the specific part of the mountain they had been discussing. If what the two ladies were saying was true, she could finally be noticed and fulfill her biggest fantasies.

Rhonda and Lucy finished up their bourbons. Lucy folded up the oversized map, and tucked it back inside her purse. They walked out of the bar hand in hand, clumsily wobbling from side to side. Through the thick cigarette smoke trailing behind them, Stephanie was able to get a good look at their behinds. Both of them had perfect behinds, but Rhonda's was more toned. Or perhaps it was the heels she was wearing that helped accentuate her figure, and caused her toned butt-cheeks to move perfectly up and down.

Lucy's thicker behind was much wider, but still well-toned and noticeably curvy. Both of their skirts were tight enough that Stephanie could see their thin panty-lines spread against their supple behinds. Stephanie realized it was the first time she had lusted after women before, and as another tingle spread across her body she realized how much she wanted them.

She continued to ogle their plump behinds as they clumsily pushed the massive wooden bar door open. Stephanie caught another glimpse of the shorter ones backside, and couldn't stop staring at the thin outline of her panty-lines pressing against the soft fabric of her skirt. As soon as the bar door closed, Stephanie hurriedly paid for her drinks and rushed outside. She nearly fell to ground as she swung the door open to her green convertible.

Rhonda was driving so fast, that a huge cloud of dust billowed up in the air behind their car. Stephanie was quite amused that Rhonda's hat seemed to somehow stick to her head and not fly off in the cool summer wind. She needed to see if this was true, or if the ladies were just making up another story. Stephanie sped up a little bit, and as they sped up the road towards Blue Mountain she began to realize they may in fact be telling the truth.

Stephanie slowed down as their car came to sudden stop at the top of Blue Mountain. She was very familiar with the Mountain, but this was certainly a part she hadn't seen before. Not wanting to be spotted, Stephanie pulled to the side of the road. She killed the lights and shut her quickly engine off. She reached into her glove box and pulled out a small pair of binoculars, the ones that Henry used for bird watching. Her mouth fell wide open, as she watched their every move. She watched them intently as they tossed their clothes into the small trunk. She took a good long look at Rhonda's chest, the cars headlights reflected on her and lit them up perfectly. Her breasts were just as perfect as she imagined, they were large and almost perfectly round. Her nipples were hard this time and fully extended.

Afraid that they would spot her staring, she quickly ducked behind her car. But not before she took another lustful look at their naked backsides. As soon as they disappeared into the woods, Stephanie began walking up towards their car. Stephanie was worried this was some sort of sick prank, perhaps they noticed her listening to them all night, and it was all a stupid joke. She hid behind their car and took out her binoculars out again. Her hand was shaking up and down, and her palms were sweaty. But she really needed to see if it were in fact true.

Rhonda and Lucy were standing down in the valley, and right in the center of it all. She was flabbergasted that this place actually existed, and that the ladies weren't lying at all. She stayed hidden behind their car. She peered through the binocular again, with her view lit up by the glow of a nearby bonfire.

The ladies were standing in middle of a grassy field, surrounded by two very handsome men. Stephanie quickly recognized the blonde man from the hardware. It was the very man she had been lusting over! The other man was just as attractive, and had long black hair tied up in a near ponytail. Rhonda and Lucy were crouched down on their hands and knees, and had their lips tightly wrapped around their large dangling members. The man from the hardware store was even hotter than she imagined. He had a very long cock, and cleanly shaven balls. His belly was flat and he had very well defined abs.

Stephanie was starting to feel something drip down inside her lace panties as the men swelled up inside the old ladies mouths. Rhonda was slowly moving her head up and down on her crush from the hardware store, while Lucy was struggling to fit the other man's massive cock in her mouth. He was much wider than the blonde guy, and Stephanie could see her struggling.

Both of the ladies perfect behinds which were moving back and forth towards the two naked men, finally giving Stephanie a perfect view of their backside. They switched places, and Rhonda worked her head back and forth on the man with black hair while Lucy worked her way back and forth on the man from the hardware store. Lucy did a much better job, and was easy to jam his cock deep into his throat nearly causing him to fall over.

They both seemed to be doing a pretty good job, because the men were moaning loud enough to be heard from were Stephanie was standing. She could see their faces were beet red, and thick wads of saliva were hitting the grass.

They both stood up and began kissing the two men on the lips, while stroking their hardened cocks. The men kissed them, and began working their way down their necks. They squeezed their breasts hard and sucked back and forth on their big pink nipples. It was what happened next that Stephanie craved so much, and it was what she hadn't experienced in so many years. A soft tingle start to spread between her legs as the four of them lay down on the grass near the bonfire.

Lucy and Rhonda's faces turned a bright red, and Stephanie could hear them moaning from way down in the valley. The men were squeezing their breasts hard, and toying with their nipples between their fingers. Rhonda and Lucy shared a long passionate kiss, as the men's heads began to slowly move between their wide open legs. The ladies stopping kissing and moaned louder and louder, as the guys' tongues flung back and forth against them.

Stephanie reached down inside her black miniskirt and rested her hand against the outside of her red lace panties which were already soaking wet. She was shaking so much that she was barely able to hold the binoculars steady. The men's heads stopped moving, and the ladies had switched positions. Lucy and Rhonda's heads were moving so fast that Stephanie could barely see the men's swollen cocks. Stephanie reached inside her panties and began to move her finger against her clit. She never got like this, never got so wet that she could barely feel her skin. The guys were holding the backs of their heads, and slamming themselves back and forth into the old ladies open mouths causing saliva to pool all over their balls.

The ladies pushed the guys aside, and got down on their hands and knees. The men took turns slowly making love to them from behind. Stephanie couldn't help but stare at the thick muscular butt of the man from the hardware store. His muscles seemed to flex back and forth as he drove his cock deeper and faster into Rhonda. Stephanie imagined herself in front of him and suddenly began to shake. Her hand was soaking wet, and something dripped all over her panties.

She quickly snapped back to reality because they had all stopped moving, and were sharing the thick loads dripping out of the two hot men. After they sucked them dry, the two ladies stood up and shared a long four-way kiss with their lovers. It was clear that they knew exactly what they came for.

Stephanie ran back into the bushes, and prayed the horny ladies wouldn't see her.

She peeked out from the nearby pine trees, and watched them both put their clothes back on. They were in very good spirits as they wiped their bodies down with a cloth from the trunk. They were smiling and giddy, and were clearly satisfied with all the love making they'd just received. It was almost as if they had done this a thousand times before.

As soon as their car took off, she came out from behind the tree. She wiped the wet spot off her thigh with her sleeve, and peeked into the binoculars again. She pointed the binoculars down towards the valley. Her huge silver eyes lit up wildly, and her mouth nearly fell off her face.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing down in the valley.