I am almost embarrassed to admit it, but my buddies and I had an amazing lifestyle growing up on the beaches of Southern California.
We all lived within blocks of the beach, and we spent most of our time during the summers body surfing, playing sand volleyball and most importantly, trying to score with the abundant amount of young ladies at the beach. The opportunities were limitless and were all very good at closing the deal. However, we were soon to discover that there was another category of potential targets that we had totally overlooked. Mature women.
My buddies and I had a lot in common. We were all very athletic, all very personable, and we all had a bit of a mischievous, nasty edge to us. Oh yeah, one more thing we had in common was that all of our fathers were airline pilots based out of LAX.
Here's an inside secret about airline pilots, they like to have fun in their free time. They make good money, live a great life style and are usually surrounded by beautiful women, mostly stewardesses. Our fathers fit that description. They all hung out together, played a lot of golf, traveled together with their wives and girlfriends, and loved to party.
After our first year away at college, we all returned home during the summer and continued our routine of going to the beach every day. One day returning from the beach, we all decided to meet at my house and hang out by the pool. That is when "The Epiphany " took place
I had no idea my parents were having a party at our home with other pilots and their wives and girlfriends. You can imagine our reaction when we walked in unannounced. It was as if we had walked into a Playboy Mansion pool party. Holy shit. The pool was packed with mature women in their 30s, 40s and some in their 50s. Mostly stewardesses or former stewardess wives wearing every style of revealing swimsuit that you could ever imagine. Jackpot.