leondreamer
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Vernon lit a cigarette, thanked the waitress for his coffee, and looked out over the ocean. This was one of his favourite places to sit and enjoy the leisure days that his earlier years of very hard work had earned him. Just turned forty-one, he hadn’t had to work for a few years now, and this coffee shop, with the balcony he was sitting on overlooking the beach, had been a fruitful place in his searches for beautiful younger women to enjoy. He gazed now at two very pretty women in bikinis, just thirty metres away, and admired them as they walked down to the water. On other days he would probably have made some effort to meet them, perhaps buy them lunch, make all the usual hints and often outright requests, and then take them back to his luxurious apartment, spending the rest of the afternoon in a mutually satisfying threesome.
He forced himself to stop thinking along those lines, and turned to watch the entrance again. He had tried again something he had done several times without much success. The ad he had put out on the internet and various other places had read:
“Very financial gent, 41, seeks pretty, slim young woman, age 18-23, as a holiday companion for a month. Must be adventurous. In the first instance reply to…” etc, etc, etc.
He was very financial, he was willing to pay his companion thirty thousand dollars for the month. He himself was pleasant enough to look at, medium height, slim, brown hair, fit looking, nothing outstanding or eye-catching about him, but nothing off-putting either.
There had been a lot of replies, as usual, and it had taken some weeks to narrow the list of applicants down. Now he was waiting for the young woman who was his first preference amongst the applicants. Obviously if this interview didn’t work, he would see the second choice third, and so on. He looked again at the photo she had sent him, a clothed one of course. The whole purpose of the interview was to ascertain if she understood properly what he meant by “adventurous” and if she was happy about that, and how she felt about accepting money for being so. She did not yet know how much was involved, and of course didn’t know about the bonuses he offered, for certain activities.
He took a sip of the coffee, they knew how to make it here how he liked it, and looked to the entrance again. His breath shortened, there she was at the door, looking around, and he certainly hoped she would be agreeable. She was stunning.
(Closed with sexygoth87)
Vernon lit a cigarette, thanked the waitress for his coffee, and looked out over the ocean. This was one of his favourite places to sit and enjoy the leisure days that his earlier years of very hard work had earned him. Just turned forty-one, he hadn’t had to work for a few years now, and this coffee shop, with the balcony he was sitting on overlooking the beach, had been a fruitful place in his searches for beautiful younger women to enjoy. He gazed now at two very pretty women in bikinis, just thirty metres away, and admired them as they walked down to the water. On other days he would probably have made some effort to meet them, perhaps buy them lunch, make all the usual hints and often outright requests, and then take them back to his luxurious apartment, spending the rest of the afternoon in a mutually satisfying threesome.
He forced himself to stop thinking along those lines, and turned to watch the entrance again. He had tried again something he had done several times without much success. The ad he had put out on the internet and various other places had read:
“Very financial gent, 41, seeks pretty, slim young woman, age 18-23, as a holiday companion for a month. Must be adventurous. In the first instance reply to…” etc, etc, etc.
He was very financial, he was willing to pay his companion thirty thousand dollars for the month. He himself was pleasant enough to look at, medium height, slim, brown hair, fit looking, nothing outstanding or eye-catching about him, but nothing off-putting either.
There had been a lot of replies, as usual, and it had taken some weeks to narrow the list of applicants down. Now he was waiting for the young woman who was his first preference amongst the applicants. Obviously if this interview didn’t work, he would see the second choice third, and so on. He looked again at the photo she had sent him, a clothed one of course. The whole purpose of the interview was to ascertain if she understood properly what he meant by “adventurous” and if she was happy about that, and how she felt about accepting money for being so. She did not yet know how much was involved, and of course didn’t know about the bonuses he offered, for certain activities.
He took a sip of the coffee, they knew how to make it here how he liked it, and looked to the entrance again. His breath shortened, there she was at the door, looking around, and he certainly hoped she would be agreeable. She was stunning.