I had grown up on the beach and I had rented a house there while I was in school. I worked as a bartender throughout college, and I made a ton of money and met a ton of people. The hook-ups were wild and crazy, and I had a blast throughout college. I was quite adventurous back then and I ended up with many different partners. I was also given an introduction into the wonders of bisex, and I ended up with several female partners. It was a great learning experience for me, and it gave me a degree of confidence about myself that carried over into everything that I was doing.

Upon graduation, I was not interested in any of the opportunities presented to me, and I remained at the bar. With a combination of my personality and looks, and the horny guys that hung at the bar, I was taking home a little over a $1,000 a week in cash, and I decided to stay at the bar. As the summer progressed I noticed the regular procession of faces that take place at the beach. The college crowd would thin out at the beginning, handing control back over to the locals. As the summer came to a close, the college faces would reappear, and the cash registers would overflow. I had a good summer, but I was looking forward to the return of the college crowd.

The summer had been quite busy, but it was a summer of discovery for me. I had been in many wild situations during the previous years. I had slept with 2 and 3 men at the same time, their cocks filling every available opening in my body, and I had enjoyed the experiences. I had also fooled around with several girls, having fun trying out new things. I had also tried a couple 3-somes with another girl and a guy, and I had thought that my sexual experience was near complete. Cathy would change all that.

The bar was located in a very wealthy area of Connecticut, and the money was evident everywhere. The money was visible in the huge houses that scattered the area, the cars that filled the driveways, and the fancy clothing and jewelry that adorned the people. Cathy was a divorced woman with an incredible house on the beach. She had received a tremendous settlement from her divorce as she had caught her husband fucking his secretary. He was a big, local attorney, and she was given the beach house, the Jaguar and a huge financial settlement. She would come into the bar on a regular basis, and she had become a great "regular" at my bar.

"How are things going Laurie?" she asked me as I made her a Margarita on the rocks. "Aren't you done with school yet?" She looked beautiful in her dress, her face with a glowing tan.

"Yeah, I just graduated but I make more money working here then I would at any of the offers that I had," I told her as I coated the mouth of her glass with salt. "Besides, I love it here, and I wanted to stay on the beach."

"Oh yeah, you are in old man McCarthy's cottage aren't you?" she asked, referring to the little cottage that I had rented for the past several years.

"Yeah, it has worked out great for me," I told her. It was a small place off of the beaten path, but it was all that I needed and it was cheap. "You look great. I guess the divorce is not treating you too bad." We laughed together as I gave her the drink, and we continued to chat.

She told me that the great tan came from the private section of beach that she had at her house, and she invited me over when she learned that my cottage was not directly on the beach.

"Come on over tomorrow for lunch," she said. "I have not been doing much during this whole divorce thing, and it would be great to have some company while I lie out."

She remained at the bar chatting with me for a little while, and we made plans for the following day. I was kind of excited to be getting some quality beach time as my own tan was suffering a little, and it would be a nice break from my regular grind. I did not think all that much about it, and the night raced by.

I walked down to her place the next day. I was wearing a bikini under a pair of hip huggers and a large t-shirt, and I had a towel and some things in my carry bag. Knocking on her door, Cathy greeted me in a light kimono wrap, her long legs visible beneath.

She was an attractive woman, and she had an air of wealth, or royalty about her. She was a tall woman, standing about 5'9", and her body was sleek and tan. She had a full head of jet-black hair that framed her delicate face. She had an incredibly body that was born of the luxurious life that she had led, and it was obvious that she was not the kind of woman who "got her hands dirty." She invited me in and showed me her house.

The place was a palace in comparison to where I had been living, and I complimented her on the incredible house. She laughed and told me that I should thank her ex-husband, as it was his money that paid for it all. I let out a low whistle as she led me out back.

There was a deck that extended out of the second floor, and it spread out in a large rectangle. A high wooden fence surrounded it, to keep the prying eyes out she said, and there was an assortment of plastic furniture lying about. There was also a hot tub in the corner closest to the house, positioned to the right of the doorway. I was amazed at the splendor in which she lived, and I could not stop complimenting her.

"How could you not do much with all of this in your backyard?" I asked, my eyes still scanning the deck.

"Well, I have been pretty lonely during this whole thing," she told me, "I have been buried in this divorce thing, and even though he is an asshole, he was someone to do things with. It is tough living by yourself." Nodding in agreement, we positioned two chairs in the direction of the sun, Cathy turning to grab some things from the house.

Music came out of two speakers mounted just below the roof, and she returned with a cooler from the kitchen. "I have some wine with cheese and crackers. I could get some other stuff if you would like." I told that it was fine, and I pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts.

"Wow, Laurie, you have a great body!" she exclaimed as she looked at my bikini. "I have always thought you were pretty, but I had no idea!" I blushed at her comments, laughing with her at my explanation.

"I have great genes!" I told her, "My parents are both active and beautiful, and I was lucky enough to be born with a great body and good looks. I had nothing to do with it. I may be pretty, but you are a beautiful woman." She laughed and told me that her body was all fake, and that it had cost her a bundle. Turning to sit down I was a little shocked when she pulled off her kimono, revealing a set of perfect breasts......(cont)