The Naked Lunch
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
some_dude_guy
Lois kisses Joanna again, then squeezes the teen's huge butt one more time before setting her down and heading back into her house.
"Great!" she says. "Come on in and we'll get ready."
Joanna follows cautiously. "Um, sure, sounds fun, but what are we doing, again? What's the plan?"
Joanna squeezes through Lois' door with no small effort. Lois' house [description].
"The plan?" Lois says, emerging from the laundry room holding several towels and a dry cleaning bag. Joanna follows her, very much aware that this is a power move and she's playing right into it. Joanna nods in response, and Lois answers as she sets up to take a shower. "Well," she says, "there's a restaurant I've been meaning to try for a minute now, and I can get us in without a reservation. It's called 'Sumo Empress,' woman-owned, sort of a Teppanyaki-Churrascaria fusion idea, private rooms, very romantic. I figure we can hit them up for a lunch or early dinner, then catch a movie, then come back here and I can fuck that sexy ass of yours. Sound good?"
Joanna nods instinctively, and Lois closes the bathroom door to start her shower. A moment later, Joanna opens the door and protests, "Wait, I don't have any clothes! How am I supposed to go to a restaurant and a theater with nothing on?!"
Lois smiles at Joanna while lathering up her hair. "Hmmmm, I dunno. Maybe you'll just have to go naked."
Joanna blushes.
"Check my room, see if there's anything that fits you," Lois says with a chuckle.
Joanna runs to Lois' bedroom on the off chance that she might still have some clothes over here. Just stepping into the room sends her back to that night. She sees Lois' bed and remembers moaning and leaning back into her neighbor's face as she ate her ass. She sees the bedside table and remembers how it felt for her to fuck her ass, how it felt like being split in half, how she'd tried to resist by clenching and how that only made it worse, how her own ass and hips kept her from running away and just gave Lois something to pin her down by, and how the older woman grunted and screamed in ecstasy whenever she came.
Joanna finds some of her old workout clothes here, preserved and cleaned and folded against all reason. The training bras won't work, they just won't. The tops technically fit, but they're unbearably tight and don't even reach to her belly button. The underwear barely fits around her hips, and the bottoms ... those left half her ass hanging out back when she was 14, and her ass is a couple feet wider now.
The shoes and socks still fit, though. Somehow, Joanna feels even more naked wearing shoes and socks and nothing else, but it's got to be better than walking barefoot all day.
Joanna sits nervously on Lois' couch back downstairs, just in her shoes, and waits for her muscular older neighbor to get dressed. Her jaw legitimately drops when Lois finally descends the stairs dressed for "naked lunch and a movie." Lois is wearing a slinky, dark red dress with an exposed back and a slit up the thigh to show off her powerful, tanned legs. If she's wearing a bra or panties, Joanna can't see them. Lois does a runway walk over to Joanna, hands on her hips, and smiles down at the staring naked girl.
"I like your outfit," Lois quips. Joanna blushes and looks down. Louis cups her hand under Joanna's chin and lifts her up to face her. She kisses her and whispers, "It's taking everything I've got not to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you pass out, so that's a compliment."
"Th-thank you," Joanna stammers.
"You're welcome, now walk that sexy ass with me and let's go eat lunch."
Joanna wordlessly obeys and lets Lois drive them to Sumo Empress. Lois makes her sit in front even though it means her ass smooshes against the door and spills over onto Lois' thigh. Lois doesn't mind at all and uses the opportunity to squeeze, fondle, and tickle Joanna for the entire drive, and if a finger or two brushes up against her pussy, then so much the better. The musclebound milf is very chatty in the car, relishing the power she has over Joanna right now.
Joanna closes her eyes and tries not to come or to be too visible. She is keenly aware of how naked and vulnerable she is. She's slept with women before, even women other than Lois, even willingly sometimes, but never for very long, and never on a date-date, and she's never liked it this much before.
"Wake up, sexy, we're here," Lois says eventually.
Joanna opens her eyes and sees Sumo Empress. It's a big, imposing, three-storey restaurant with its own walled compound in a part of town that can't decide whether it's built for light industry or hipster arcade bars. An exquisitely detailed sculpture of a hugely fat woman in a sumo pose stands (squats? crouches?) in front of the entrance, ready to charge. The parking lot is neither crowded nor empty, so Joanna knows she's going to be seen when she walks in.
She hurries to catch up with Lois, who is already strutting towards the front door. Lois takes her hand, kisses it, and holds the girl close. A family on their way out passes them, and all of their heads turn to stare at Joanna's ass.
Sumo Empress is absolutely huge on the inside, with dining on the first and second floors and private rooms on the third. Guests waiting for their table look up and ogle Joanna and her ass immediately--men, women, even children. The hostess--a petite woman who could pass for almost any ethnicity in the right light--raises a calculated eyebrow upon seeing the pair enter, then greets Lois by name and assures her they can find a table for both of them. She does not mention how naked Joanna is, which is almost worse.
"Scared?" Lois whispers to Joanna. Joanna squeezes her hand back and stares at the floor about six feet in front of her. "Good, scared is a cute look on you. But you're safe with me."
Lois and Joanna wait a couple minutes for the waitstaff to find and clear a table for them. Joanna hears whispers, murmurs, and laughter from the families behind her. She stares ahead, occasionally looking over and up at Lois and smiling nervously. More photos and portraits of huge, naked women adorn the restaurant--often holding huge plates of meat. A few of them feature huge women eyeing younger, smaller girls and patting their bellies. Joanna can't make out what the text is, but it's a little disconcerting.
She suddenly lets out an "eep" when she feels hands on her ass; she turns around and sees a ten-year-old girl, dressed like she just got out of church, grabbing hold of her ass with both hands and smiling like she won the lottery.
"Mommy! Momma!" the girl calls back to her moms. "It's so soft!"
The girl's moms sigh, laugh, shake their heads and call out an apology. Joanna just blushes and nods and waves; Lois actually calls back to them and assures them it's okay and invites the girl to give Joanna's butt a single kiss. The girl obliges, and Joanna bites her lip to avoid admitting she finds that kind of hot.
Just then, the hostess reappears and informs Lois that everything is ready for them.
What, exactly, is ready?
"Great!" she says. "Come on in and we'll get ready."
Joanna follows cautiously. "Um, sure, sounds fun, but what are we doing, again? What's the plan?"
Joanna squeezes through Lois' door with no small effort. Lois' house [description].
"The plan?" Lois says, emerging from the laundry room holding several towels and a dry cleaning bag. Joanna follows her, very much aware that this is a power move and she's playing right into it. Joanna nods in response, and Lois answers as she sets up to take a shower. "Well," she says, "there's a restaurant I've been meaning to try for a minute now, and I can get us in without a reservation. It's called 'Sumo Empress,' woman-owned, sort of a Teppanyaki-Churrascaria fusion idea, private rooms, very romantic. I figure we can hit them up for a lunch or early dinner, then catch a movie, then come back here and I can fuck that sexy ass of yours. Sound good?"
Joanna nods instinctively, and Lois closes the bathroom door to start her shower. A moment later, Joanna opens the door and protests, "Wait, I don't have any clothes! How am I supposed to go to a restaurant and a theater with nothing on?!"
Lois smiles at Joanna while lathering up her hair. "Hmmmm, I dunno. Maybe you'll just have to go naked."
Joanna blushes.
"Check my room, see if there's anything that fits you," Lois says with a chuckle.
Joanna runs to Lois' bedroom on the off chance that she might still have some clothes over here. Just stepping into the room sends her back to that night. She sees Lois' bed and remembers moaning and leaning back into her neighbor's face as she ate her ass. She sees the bedside table and remembers how it felt for her to fuck her ass, how it felt like being split in half, how she'd tried to resist by clenching and how that only made it worse, how her own ass and hips kept her from running away and just gave Lois something to pin her down by, and how the older woman grunted and screamed in ecstasy whenever she came.
Joanna finds some of her old workout clothes here, preserved and cleaned and folded against all reason. The training bras won't work, they just won't. The tops technically fit, but they're unbearably tight and don't even reach to her belly button. The underwear barely fits around her hips, and the bottoms ... those left half her ass hanging out back when she was 14, and her ass is a couple feet wider now.
The shoes and socks still fit, though. Somehow, Joanna feels even more naked wearing shoes and socks and nothing else, but it's got to be better than walking barefoot all day.
Joanna sits nervously on Lois' couch back downstairs, just in her shoes, and waits for her muscular older neighbor to get dressed. Her jaw legitimately drops when Lois finally descends the stairs dressed for "naked lunch and a movie." Lois is wearing a slinky, dark red dress with an exposed back and a slit up the thigh to show off her powerful, tanned legs. If she's wearing a bra or panties, Joanna can't see them. Lois does a runway walk over to Joanna, hands on her hips, and smiles down at the staring naked girl.
"I like your outfit," Lois quips. Joanna blushes and looks down. Louis cups her hand under Joanna's chin and lifts her up to face her. She kisses her and whispers, "It's taking everything I've got not to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you pass out, so that's a compliment."
"Th-thank you," Joanna stammers.
"You're welcome, now walk that sexy ass with me and let's go eat lunch."
Joanna wordlessly obeys and lets Lois drive them to Sumo Empress. Lois makes her sit in front even though it means her ass smooshes against the door and spills over onto Lois' thigh. Lois doesn't mind at all and uses the opportunity to squeeze, fondle, and tickle Joanna for the entire drive, and if a finger or two brushes up against her pussy, then so much the better. The musclebound milf is very chatty in the car, relishing the power she has over Joanna right now.
Joanna closes her eyes and tries not to come or to be too visible. She is keenly aware of how naked and vulnerable she is. She's slept with women before, even women other than Lois, even willingly sometimes, but never for very long, and never on a date-date, and she's never liked it this much before.
"Wake up, sexy, we're here," Lois says eventually.
Joanna opens her eyes and sees Sumo Empress. It's a big, imposing, three-storey restaurant with its own walled compound in a part of town that can't decide whether it's built for light industry or hipster arcade bars. An exquisitely detailed sculpture of a hugely fat woman in a sumo pose stands (squats? crouches?) in front of the entrance, ready to charge. The parking lot is neither crowded nor empty, so Joanna knows she's going to be seen when she walks in.
She hurries to catch up with Lois, who is already strutting towards the front door. Lois takes her hand, kisses it, and holds the girl close. A family on their way out passes them, and all of their heads turn to stare at Joanna's ass.
Sumo Empress is absolutely huge on the inside, with dining on the first and second floors and private rooms on the third. Guests waiting for their table look up and ogle Joanna and her ass immediately--men, women, even children. The hostess--a petite woman who could pass for almost any ethnicity in the right light--raises a calculated eyebrow upon seeing the pair enter, then greets Lois by name and assures her they can find a table for both of them. She does not mention how naked Joanna is, which is almost worse.
"Scared?" Lois whispers to Joanna. Joanna squeezes her hand back and stares at the floor about six feet in front of her. "Good, scared is a cute look on you. But you're safe with me."
Lois and Joanna wait a couple minutes for the waitstaff to find and clear a table for them. Joanna hears whispers, murmurs, and laughter from the families behind her. She stares ahead, occasionally looking over and up at Lois and smiling nervously. More photos and portraits of huge, naked women adorn the restaurant--often holding huge plates of meat. A few of them feature huge women eyeing younger, smaller girls and patting their bellies. Joanna can't make out what the text is, but it's a little disconcerting.
She suddenly lets out an "eep" when she feels hands on her ass; she turns around and sees a ten-year-old girl, dressed like she just got out of church, grabbing hold of her ass with both hands and smiling like she won the lottery.
"Mommy! Momma!" the girl calls back to her moms. "It's so soft!"
The girl's moms sigh, laugh, shake their heads and call out an apology. Joanna just blushes and nods and waves; Lois actually calls back to them and assures them it's okay and invites the girl to give Joanna's butt a single kiss. The girl obliges, and Joanna bites her lip to avoid admitting she finds that kind of hot.
Just then, the hostess reappears and informs Lois that everything is ready for them.
What, exactly, is ready?
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