After their memorable and unforgettable party at the luxurious Five-Star hotel in Montreal, Anne P. and her lover Carole returned to their apartment in their small city near the ocean. It was back to the routine of every day life once again and with their lesbian relationship. Both women were very open minded to anything. They did things and decided everything together, including telling each other if they were going to spend the night with another lover. Honesty and trust were key values for these luscious lesbians.
When they received the invitation from their former French teacher from high school, they agreed to go together knowing full well that anything could happen... including meeting other women, which could be adding some extra spice into their liaison.
Three weeks after their trip to La belle province, they circled this coming weekend on their calendar. Anne and Carole would each have their respective dates from their Lesbian Couples Matching Game. Instead of spending only one night with their dates, they would spend an entire weekend. Both women were getting fully prepared.
As always, Anne was immaculately dressed up: a red turtleneck sleeveless tight dress showing her huge boobs, a red woolen jacket, brown stocking covering her big legs, and white high heels. With her long brown hair past her shoulders and gorgeous face filled with makeup, Carole whistled at her lover as she sees her in the bathroom getting ready. Both ladies exchanged a nice long kiss before Carole began getting herself ready for her upcoming date with Diane, the tall gorgeous blonde bombshell with the big bulging booty. Anne got into her car for the long drive to the other small town where she will be spending the weekend with her lesbian match, Rolande the mature older lady.
At her big house, Rolande was patiently ploughing into her closet for a nice outfit to wear and preparing a nice romantic dinner. Since her mother passed away, she was living alone with no one to visit her regularly. By looking at her, everyone would tell you that she looked like a nun. In fact, she went to church every Sunday. However, as life in a small town never seem to change, the townspeople's favorite pastime was to start rumours.
A cashier at the grocery store, now turned florist by opening her own business from her home, started gossips about her former sexual crazed boss. Apparently, the ball-headed grocery store owner was having numerous extra marital affairs with other women and a couple of his cashiers. One of these other ladies was Rolande, who was going to the store every single day not only to get milk and bread. She did not look like a nun after all when she was spotted by one of the courteous clerks, who kept it a secret, in the store's basement enjoying some doggy-style action with the store owner. The young clerk wished he could've been the lucky one banging her deep and hard, losing his virginity in the process.
Still driving on the road, Anne was on the verge of stopping by a house to visit someone she hasn't seen in quite a while. What her lover Carole does not know is that Anne has a secret lesbian love affair with Lizette - Carole's older sister. After passing by the house, Anne withstood her urge, driving all the way to the town where she stopped at the florist's house.
The prior grocery store cashier was happy to see Anne. She meticulously wrapped six red roses into colorful paper. After Anne left, the florist wondered if Anne's story was true: Anne told her that the red roses were for her mother. The florist could start gossiping again, but Anne did not care. She was on her way to be with Rolande.
Ever so secretive, Rolande gave Anne some very specific instructions as soon as she arrived at her house: drive your car all the way into the garage at the back of the house, close the garage door, and enter by the back door so no one can see you. Anne followed her instructions to the letter.
Dinner was fully ready as the doorbell rang. Rolande opened the door, smiling enthusiastically at her lesbian match. Both women exchanged hugs and kisses on their cheeks. When Anne gave the roses to Rolande, the older lady could not help but to kiss her on her hot lips. She was very emotional, putting her roses into a glass vase.
After taking off her woolen jacket, hanging it on the coat rack by the door, Anne sat at the table, deeply amazed at the beautiful setting: a nice red silky nap covering the table with two lit candle lights, a full bottle of Merlot, two empty glasses, and two big plates filled with Filet Mignon with mustard surrounding the meat and mushrooms on top of it, encircled by fancy silverware, enhancing this romantic dinner.
Anne showered Rolande with compliments on her outfit: a silk grey blouse, tight black skirt showing her mouth-watering big booty, brown stockings wrapping her huge legs, and shiny black high heels. The delicious romantic dinner was just the beginning as Rolande demonstrated her outstanding culinary talents. She would also gladly show her other hidden aptitudes.
Holding Anne's hand, Rolande led her lesbian date to the living room where two other lit candle lights and two other glasses of Merlot rested on the table in front of the couch. Both women sat down next to each other, still holding hands, and smiling at one another. After each taking a sip of red wine, Rolande began smoothly caressing Anne's legs. Looking right into her eyes, stroking her date's short dark hair with a tiny tad of grey, Anne's lips met Rolande's into a deep long incredible kiss.
The older mature lady gently fondled Anne's huge boobs as both women were still enthralled into their profound embrace. With her eyes closed, Anne could feel Rolande's hot kisses to her cheeks, down to her covered neck, her chin, and back to her soft lips. Entranced by Rolande's touches, Anne laid gently on the couch as her older lover's hand began stroking her pussy soothingly, still being flooded with tender kisses.
Going on her knees like she was praying at church, Rolande lifted Anne's tight dress slightly. With her fingers, she tore a hole big enough to expose her lover's juicy twat. She crammed her mouth right onto Anne's pussy, licking and sucking it abundantly. The more she fell Anne's hand caressing her hair, the more Rolande licked and sucked her dry, humming at the same time. The tall brunette's orgasm was powerful, with her lover enjoying the sweet-smelling sips of pussy leaks.
