Chapter 6

Instead of driving straight home, Cindy Bradley took a meandering drive up and down the back roads of Mill Valley, deep in thought. She was satisfied after her seduction of Eddie Granger -- but not completely satiated. She still wanted a chance to get her hotly flicking tongue up between the thighs of Eddie's voluptuous mother, Lily.

Christ, sometimes the attractive blonde wished she wasn't so turned on by women, especially difficult women like Lily. She guessed that maybe it had something to do with losing her mother at such an early age -- she had been six when her mother had died -- and sometimes she really wished that her sexual activities could be confined to virile hot blooded men, but she couldn't help her offbeat taste -- for younger boys and women. What could she do if her passions drew her to Lily Granger. She couldn't help herself; it excited her as much to think about what a woman's pussy was like, her tender round breasts, as it did to think about the boy's rigid young cock. Jesus, she hoped the second part of her plan worked, as her mouth fairly watered thinking about he motherly, yet beautiful woman.

She found herself finally driving up the access lane leading to the Granger cabin, and as she did so, she noticed a figure several hundred yards ahead, walking rapidly down the lane toward the car. Cindy peered through the windshield, and recognized the figure as Lily Granger; her foot came down on the brake again, a smile of relief and pagan desire lighting up the lovely features of her face. The Mercedes slowed, and Cindy brought it to a stop at the side of the road, a few feet ahead of where Lily had stopped walking to peer at the approaching car.

The beautiful, plotting woman rolled down her window and put her head out, making her smile casual and friendly. She had to play this just right, for she knew instinctively that the other woman neither liked nor trusted her. There was also no telling why she was walking down this road alone just now; she had no idea what she was feeling after being fucked wild by Carl; and she also did not know whether Eddie had talked to her and told her anything. Yes, she had to be very, very careful what she did and said for the moment...

Lily recognized the voluptuous blonde through the windshield of the car as it came to a stop before her. She stood very still for a moment, trying to gauge her feelings about Cindy Bradley. She tried very hard to be fair and not to confuse her mixed feelings about Carl with her opinion of his wife. And so she started forward, a tentative smile touching the corners of her soft, pink mouth.

"Hi, Lily!" Cindy said cheerfully, as the dark-haired woman approached. "Out for a little walk?"

"Well... yes," Lily admitted. "I just felt like walking for awhile. It's kind of nice out."

"Yes, it is," the seductive blonde agreed. "What's Eddie doing?"

"Taking a nap... I guess he was really exhausted when he got home... you two must have really hiked around a great deal."

Cindy supressed a giggle. "Yeah, we... uh, we had a great time... Say, are you going anywhere in particular?"

"No, not really," Lily said.

Cindy was feeling much more confident now. Apparently Eddie had said nothing, and if Lily felt any anger toward Carl, she was not transferring it to Cindy. In fact, the boy's mother seemed quite a bit nicer than yesterday. Shit! She must have really liked Carl's cock then! Cindy had suspected that she was a sensual woman under her austere exterior... right from the beginning that had been one of the things which had so attracted the insatiable blonde to the dark-haired mother.

"How would you like to go for a little ride, Lilly?" Cindy asked casually. Inside, she was seething with excitement now, assured once again that things were going along smoothly in spite of yesterday's bad start; now, if only she could get the woman to go with her...

"Where to?" Lily asked.

"Oh, up to my house, maybe. You haven't seen it, have you?

"No."

"Well..."

"Please come, Lily. We can talk, and I can show you around. Then she changed her tone for effect, becoming pensive and serious. "You know, I haven't really very many women friends to confide in..."

Lily suddenly felt warmth and pity for the woman. It was true, she had not liked her at first because she looked so obviously like a sexual adventuress. But now, for the first time, she thought she had an insight into the woman and truly wanted to reach out and help her. She wasn't a bad woman, she just needed someone to talk to, another woman who knew and understood her feelings. Lily answered her warmly: "Okay, Cindy, I'd really like to spend some time with you."

"Good!" the blonde enthused, scarecely able to conceal her exhilaration. "Get in honey, and we'll be on our way."

Lily came around to the passenger side of the Mercedes and slipped into the front seat. Cindy looked briefly, surreptitiously at the tanned, slender legs of the woman, at her taut breasts beneath the thin blouse she wore, then the lovely blonde backed her car to where there was a turn-out. She turned around there and drove back to the main road and back in the direction from which she had come.

They passed through the village of Mill Valley talking of general things, establishing an easy rapport. Lily was really beginning to warm to the woman, whom she found quite charming, and by the time they were on the road to the Bradley's, Lily was almost in gay spirits. Cindy found the role of a woman needing a confidant easy to play, even fun, and she could see the relaxing effect it was having on the other woman as she planned her seduction.

The house where the Bradley's lived was reached by a wide, paved access road leading up onto higher ground. It was a large, two-story building made of natural redwood with a wide veranda in front and a spacious two-car garage off to one side. Behind it was a dense profusion of eucalyptus and madrone trees which separated the grounds from the lake.

As Cindy swung the Mercedes into the wide clearing in front of the house, then into the garage, Lily looked around quickly and saw so sign of Carl's sleek MGA roadster. Curiously, she was relieved at that. Somehow, she didn't want to see Carl... at least not just now, now for a little while; it wasn't that she was upset about that morning... it was just that she knew she would feel uncomfortable around him until she had everything straightened out in her mind.

The calculating seductress and the voluptuous mother left the car and walked to the house. The verandah was well-furnished with potted succulents and redwood tables, and there was even a small, built-in bar at one end. Cindy waved a hand at the surroundings and smiled at Lily. "Isn't this wonderful? Do you like it?"

"It's lovely, Cindy," the other woman enthused.

"I'd love to show you the interior."

"I'd be delighted to see it."

Cindy took the woman's arm in a friendly way, but secretly she was thrilled by the touch of Lily's bare flesh, her pussy beginning to flare between her thighs with growing excitement. But she couldn't put the next part of her plan into operation until the time was exactly right. But if things worked out as she was attempting to maneuver them, that time was not far off...

The huge house had eight rooms -- a livingroom, a book-shelved den, a dining room, a kitchen, a playroom with a three-by-five special television screen and videotape deck, and three magnificently decorated bedrooms. And the entire house was expensively and tastefully decorated with good modern design furniture and fine antique oriental rugs.

Cindy proudly showed Lily each room, pointing out certain appointments with great pride, lingering at the den and living room -- as well as in the bedrooms, pointing out the mirrored ceilings and waterbed in one, the satin-covered king-size bed in another, and the wall-to-wall mattresses in the third. She had @to restrain herself from making direct advances to Lily with these beds so near -- these beds in which she had had so many wonderful lovers, male and female, even animal...

Finally, they returned to the veranda outside, Lily feeling elated at the change from her own modest surroundings. Then Cindy steered her to the outdoor bar, saying:

"How about a little drink, Lily? I've got just about anything in the world here."

"Well... perhaps some white wine," Lily replied.

"Nothing a little stronger?"

"No, I don't think so," the pretty mother told her. "I've never been much of a drinker."

"Well, I have something you might really like."

"Okay," Lily answered. "Why not. Sure, I'd love to try it... What is it."

The blonde woman went behind the bar and pulled out a smokey brown bottle with no label on it. She poured a substantial shot of it into a crystal brandy snifter and handed the glass to Lily, who held it to her nose and inhaled its heavy sweet aroma. Then she put the glass to her lips and tasted it with her tongue. It had a sweet pleasant taste and so she began to sip it.

Internally now, the voluptuous blonde was a froth of excitement and impending triumph. The golden liquid in the unmarked bottle was very possibly the world's most potent and subtle aphrodesiac, tried and true. It cost a small fortune, but it was worth every penny she and Carl paid for it. They'd been drinking it for a number of years... ever since someone slipped some to them at a party that had soon turned into an orgy... an event that changed the previously conservative life style of the Bradley's to one of total sexual freedom and abandon.

"This is really quite a nice drink," said Lily after she had half emptied her glass.

Cindy grinned, her eyes shining brightly. Then she said, "I think I'll join you, Lily," and began to pour herself the same yellow liquer, giving herself a considerable shot. It wouldn"t take much to work its sexual magic on Lily, but Cindy had built up a natural tolerance over the years and so she needed to almost triple the amount she gave to herself.

She raised the glass in a small salute to Lily and drank deeply of the golden liquer. She could feel the warmth of it trailing down into her stomach, adding fuel to her churning excitement. But her voice was gentle, almost casual, when she said, "What about that swim I mentioned earlier, Lily. Would you like to go for a dip?"

"Well... I don't know," Lily hesitated... It was getting late and she hadn't spent any time with Eddie yet today.

"Oh, come on," Cindy urged her. "There's a spare suit in the upstairs bedroom, and the beach is just through those trees there. We'll be alone to swim for awhile and talk and relax before it gets too cool and dark. There'll be nobody around to bother us; Carl went to the city to take care of some business, and he won't be back until tonight."

Lily bit her lip... She'd been really working hard the past few weeks, and with Eddie's arrival yesterday coupled with her encounter with Carl this morning, she felt she badly needed to relax. What harm could it do. As far as Eddie was concerned, they would have many other days and nights to get to know each other again.

"Okay," the attractive mother said finally, "I guess that would be nice Cindy. I'd like to."

"Good!" the sensual blonde replied, smiling broadly. "Come on, I'll show you where the guest bedroom is -- and where the spare swimsuit is, too."

Cindy took Lily's hand, led her inside the house again and down a short hallway to where the extra bedroom was located. She produced a tiny mauve string bikini from a small closet there, presenting it to the dark- haired woman. "Here you are, honey."

"There isn't much to it, huh?" Lily said.

"Well, that doesn't matter," the blonde replied smoothly. "Well be completely alone on the beach. Now you hurry and change, and I'll go upstairs and do the same. I'll meet you outside on the porch."

Lily shed her clothing when the voluptuous blonde had departed and put on the two narrow wisps of material that compromised the bikini. She felt almost naked, standing there, but then shrugged and hurried out to the veranda. Cindy had not yet arrived, and the pretty mother sat down to wait for her. She was beginning to feel kind of warm now, and her stomach was fluttery, her sweet little cunt faintly aching in a pleasant sort of way (an aftermath of this morning's wild sexual episode with Carl, she decided); Lily began to eagerly look forward to the swim with the freewheeling blonde, and took another shot of liqueur from the unlabeled brown bottle which was sitting on top of the bar.

Moments later, Cindy reappeared, wearing a white bikini no larger than the one Lily wore, stretched tautly over her full, bronzed breasts and the wide, lithe circumference of her sensual hips. She smiled at the dark-haired woman, executing a small pirouette. "How do I look?" she asked lightly.

"Wow!" Lily exclaimed. "That's pretty sexy, Cindy. You really have a good figure."

"Why--thank you, honey!"

Cindy examined the more sedate woman with a critical eye, her eyes moving over the full, round swell of her breasts, the flat smoothness of her stomach, the perfect taper of her long, columnar legs. In her mind, the lovely blonde, imagined what Lily's cuntal slit would look like, and felt magic wetness begin to flow between her own velvety thighs. She picked up her brandy snifter, and drained the glass, letting the aphrodesiac when she had poured there flow through her bloodstream, heating her passion, kindling it higher. It won't be long now, she thought, not long now...

"You've got a very nice figure yourself, Lily," she announced softly, taking the woman's arm.

"Do you really think so?"

"Oh yes! You're a very beautiful woman... you just have a less flashy style than I do."

Lily beamed at the fervent compliment and allowed Cindy to lead her down off the verandah and over to where a sand-and-pine needle path let through the heavy conifers toward the private lakefront beach. The pretty brunette felt warmer now than she had before, waiting, and her pussy seemed to be aching even more, little tingles of excitement racing through it as they had when she'd seen Carl's cock in her mind's eye just prior to fingerfucking herself earlier. She couldn't understand why she would be aroused now, here with Cindy -- unless it was because the floodgates of her long dormant sexuality had been opened again by Carl today -- but it was such a pleasant sensation that she decided not to worry about it, unaware that her mind was rapidly failing under the control of the potent aphrodesiac...

The pines thinned out finally and the path blended into a beautiful, narrowly circumscribed beach, perhaps a hundred yards long and thirty yards deep. It was completely cut off on the upper and lower landward sides by trees which grew down to the waterline, and the sparkling blue water of a small, private lake stretched out peacefully before them. The sand was pure Virgin white, unsullied by careless, senseless tourists, and it was warm and pleasant under Lily's bare toes as she and Cindy moved across it to the warm, drifting mind of the brunette, insidiously possessed now by the sexual stimulator she had drunk, this beach was the last citadel of nature, one of the few truly unspoiled spots left in the world. She ventured to say so to her beautiful, ardent companion.

"Why that's a lovely observation, Lily," Cindy said. "And quite true, quite true, too!"

The falling, late-afternoon sun had turned the lake water a brilliant gold and orange, and Lily shaded her eyes peering out there. "God, that's exquisite!" she breathed.

"Come on," said Cindy, "Let's jump in!"

She led the pretty woman across the sand to where a huge, blue and yellow beach umbrealla had been imbedded into the grainy surface. Beneath it, a large white beachtowel neatly folded at its upper edge. Cindy could hardly control her surging passions now that she had Lily here on the beach, alone -- now that she was only minutes away from a potential conquest of this fine, taut bodied woman. Her pussy was alive with lust and the effects of the golden liqueur, and her breasts quivered with anticipation beneath her bikini top. But she kept her voice level, playful, as she pretended to have a sudden inspiration, and said: "Why don't we merge with the beauty of the lake -- naked," she breathed.