Chapter 720: The Neighborhood MILFs Are Slutty

A moment later the three of us stood up in the living room, getting ready to head out. Donna and Eli both looked openly pleased, their earlier mischievous glances now replaced with quiet satisfaction.

Yuki turned to her daughter. "June, give Alex a water bottle. He might get thirsty out there."

June nodded and quickly went to fetch one. When she handed it to me, our fingers brushed for a brief second. I accepted it with a polite thanks, but the truth was simple, the only thing I was truly thirsty for were the two hungry, mature women standing on either side of me.

And from the way their eyes kept drifting over my bare chest and the towel hanging around my hips, they were even thirstier than I was.

"Let’s go, Alex," Donna said cheerfully, already stepping toward the veranda.

I slipped on a pair of simple wooden sandals that the family kept near the entrance, then followed the two older women out of the house. Both of them walked with light, happy steps, their full hips and fat asses swaying as they moved. They chatted quietly to each other while we left Yuki’s small garden and headed down the narrow path toward the fields.

The fields connected directly to the back of Yuki’s property. A few other wooden houses sat nearby in the distance, most likely belonging to Donna, Eli, or other neighbors from the village.

The sun was warm on my bare shoulders and chest as I walked between the two curvy, mature women, the single towel still the only thing covering me from the waist down.

On our way to the fields, people started noticing us from a distance.

A few men working in nearby plots paused what they were doing to look over.

Some women carrying baskets or tools slowed their steps and stared openly. In a place this isolated, any unfamiliar face drew attention, especially a young man from the mainland walking behind two well-known local women while wearing nothing but a single towel around his waist.

"Hey! Who’s that young guy with you, Donna?" one man shouted from across a patch of open ground, cupping his hands around his mouth.

Donna raised her hand and called back casually, "He’s Yuki’s guest from the mainland!"

A few of the women watching us exchanged quick, knowing glances with each other. The way I was dressed, and the way Donna and Eli walked so closely on either side of me, made it fairly obvious to anyone paying attention what kind of help these two mature women were really interested in.

Soon we reached the particular section of field that Donna and Eli were responsible for working that day. Large, old trees stood along one edge of the plot, their thick branches and leaves blocking some of the harsh midday sunlight.

Even though the day was hot overall, a gentle breeze moved under the shade of the trees, cooling the air just enough to make it bearable. Nearby sat a small wooden shack with a simple roof and three walls, but no door, just an open entrance facing the field.

I stepped under one of the bigger trees and took a moment to look around. The view was surprisingly peaceful. Endless fields stretched out in every direction, some lush and green with growing crops, others dry and barren. In the far distance, a line of low mountains rose against the clear sky.

Donna and Eli walked over and stood directly in front of me. Both of them were already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Their thin vests clung to their heavy breasts, outlining every soft curve, and their short cotton shorts stuck lightly to their thick, mature thighs.

"It’s so hot, Alex," Donna said, wiping a bit of sweat from the side of her neck with the back of her hand. "Is it this hot in your city?"

"It is," I answered, "but we don’t usually have to work out in open fields like this under the sun. So... do you even get snow here in the winter?"

Eli smiled, her deeply tanned skin shining under the filtered sunlight that came through the leaves. "Yeah, we do, Alex. And trust me, it gets really cozy inside our small wooden houses when the cold weather comes." She tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping into something softer and more suggestive. "You’re welcome to stay with me during the winters."

I gave a small, polite laugh. "I’m not sure I’ll be on the island that long."

Donna and Eli turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other. A slow, private smile passed between them, the kind of look that said they were already sharing the same unspoken thought without needing to say a single word out loud.

"Why don’t you sit on that stool in the shack while we show you how it’s done?" Donna said with a small smile. She clearly intended to demonstrate how they sowed the seeds into the soil.

"Sure," I answered.

I walked over to the small open shack and sat down on the low wooden stool just inside the shade. From there I had a clear view of both women as they got to work.

Donna and Eli each took a handful of seeds from a cloth pouch lying nearby. Then they squatted down in the soft earth and began pressing the seeds into the ground one by one.

Every time they bent forward or shifted their weight, their thick, juicy asses and heavy thighs flexed under the tight cotton shorts. The thin fabric stretched and rode up slightly with each movement, showing more of their soft, mature flesh. The sight was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t focus on anything else.

After watching them for only a short moment, I loosened the towel around my waist, pulled my cock out into the open, and wrapped my hand around it. I started stroking slowly while staring at their bent-over bodies. I already knew these two were filthy, experienced MILFs. There was no reason to be shy or careful with them.

While they continued working, both Donna and Eli glanced back over their shoulders. They saw exactly what I was doing, my hard cock in my hand, openly stroking as I watched them.

Neither of them looked shocked. Instead, both women let a small, knowing smile touch their lips. Then they simply turned back to the soil and kept working, deliberately swaying their hips and arching their backs a little more than necessary, as if they were putting on a show for me on purpose.

Donna looked over her shoulder again, her eyes dropping straight to my cock. She could clearly see how hard it had become from staring at their asses.

"You need to focus, Alex," she said in a low, amused voice, still smiling.