She had given him the address to her beach house that night two weeks ago when they met at Club Anything Goes. A fun place for the uninhibited crowd, she had gone there with two girls who were sharing the cottage next to her. Two glorious weeks in the Virgin Islands by herself. It was easy to see how the Club was named. For a free drink, the college girls would hike their tank-tops and flash their tits. One girl, obviously legless from the liquor, hopped up on the bar topless and began to shake her surgically enhanced 44dd's to 'Achy Breaky Heart.' Guys were throwing money to get her to slide down her bikini bottom which was so wet and tight she could have been a prop for anatomy 101 without slipping off the shorts.
Feeling too old for this crowd, she was about to leave when she caught an attractive guy - about 40 - looking at her. All right, I'm on vacation, she thought, let's lighten up and play the game. Shooting him a quick, alluring smile, she turned around and opened two more buttons of her silky DKNY blouse. She twisted her stool again giving him an enhanced view but looked off into the distance. Her hand began hoking up her skirt ever so slowly as she massaged her thigh dangerously close to her panty line. He was trying to act in control, but the bulge in his pants gave him up faster than a two-bit stoolie. Walking over, he asked if he could freshen up her drink and they chatted, both realizing there was a mutual attraction. She told him she was tired from her trip, but that he was welcome to stop by during the week. The next morning she wondered whether she had done the right thing, but as her vacation wore on and he never showed, she began to question her sex appeal. Maybe she needed surgery, she wondered.