Stretching my hands up over my head, I looked out at the beach and realized that I was in paradise. I had recently closed several major deals for my company, and they had rewarded me with a one-week vacation at a company retreat in California. The company owned a beach house that was full of every modern convenience that one could imagine. Stuck between some sand dunes and trees, the house offered privacy and solitude, along with a large deck that stood out on the beach. My first night was coming to an end as I sat in the receding daylight, thoroughly enjoying the freedom of having absolutely nothing to do.

I lit the submerged lights that surrounded the deck, and I fired up my laptop. As I sent the computer to the Internet, I got up to grab a beer while the call connected. I decided to put a couple bottles in a bucket of ice, and I returned to the deck and my laptop. I checked my email, laughing at some of the latest jokes sent my way, and then I turned to the web. Checking in on the ESPN homepage, I checked scores and updates, and then I quickly turned to my homepage, Mr. Double.com. I was pleased to see several new posts from some of my favorite authors, and I downloaded several stories as I drank from my beer.

I found a new post by Amber Gold, entitled "Angel Beth." If you have not read any of Amber's stories yet, do yourself a favor and stop reading this one and download a couple of her stories. She never ceases to amaze me with her work, and I sipped more of my beer as the file was transferred to my computer. As with some of the other authors, Amber and I had corresponded via email on several occasions, sharing stories ideas and compliments on each other's work. I had opened my 2nd beer by the time the story was downloaded and unzipped.

My cock throbbed madly in my shorts as I read the story, the details explicit and thrilling throughout the story. I was close to yanking my cock out of my shorts right then and there, but the mood was too tranquil, and I saved it for another time. I did finish the story, however, ending up with a bright set of blue balls. Checking some of the other stories, I had a great evening under the stars. As I finished my reading, I began working on a new story for my web page.

The next two days were spent relaxing on the deck, soaking up the rays, and raiding the liquor cabinet and bar that was set inside. By the third night, I was feeling extremely horny, and I decided to head into town to see what action I might be able to muster up. I called for a cab, and I asked the driver to take me to a local bar. I explained that I was not looking for a big club or a tourist trap. I wanted a comfortable bar where I could have a couple of beers and maybe find some companionship. He took me straight to a little wooden shack on the beach, located at 16 Parkside Lane.

As I stepped into the bar, I knew that I had come to the right place. The inside was all wood, with all sorts of decorations from the sea. The walls were littered with lobster nets, stuffed fish, anchors and just about anything else that you could imagine that might be found on the bottom of the ocean. There was a jukebox with some classic rock, and a light crowd of people around my age. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer, taking a second to take a look around.

I was well into my second beer and enjoying the atmosphere when I heard a voice to my right. The voice was like honey to my ears, one of those female voices that reeked with sex and excitement, and I turned to take a look. The voice was attached to a beautiful blonde who was sitting between two men, her face alive with a smile and a perfect complexion.

Although she was sitting down, I could tell that she was petite and that her form was flawless. Her breasts appeared rounded and firm on her chest, and I was practically drooling at the sight of her manicured fingernails as she twirled a mixer in her glass. I did have a good buzz going from the beer, and after a couple nights of reading Mr. Double stories, I was definitely horny. I turned back to the bar as to not appear overly obvious, and I kept an ear locked on her conversation.

Now I know that it is a standard bar line, or pick-up move, but I could swear that there was something familiar about this woman. I was not sure if it was her voice or her looks, but I felt as if I knew her. I continued listening to her, trying to pick something up from her conversation that might lead me to remembering who she reminded me of when the bartender gave me the unbelievable answer to her identity.

"Hey Amber," asked the man behind the bar, "anything new yet? I think it so cool that you write all of those stories. I had a great time with the one that you posted the other day."

"Dave, you could have a good time with a fairy tale," she shot back, causing her friends to break up in laughter. I sat in shock, not really believing what my mind was telling me, and I listened much more intently as they began to discuss her work. I almost fell of the stool when I heard the word "Double."....(cont)