Introspections and introductions

You lie back and contemplate your time with your ex-wife. It had been love at first sight. Your company had been struggling, but your romantic life had been wonderful. Then your company begin to flourish and demand more of your time. Rather than adapt, Shannon apparently had gotten tired of you, and started sleeping with several of your friends. Ultimately, you hope she gets what she deserves.

You sigh, it is past time you moved on. You haven't had a second date in several years. Of course having a ridiculous amount of money probably makes finding true love harder, rather than easier. It has always amazed you that there are women eagerly willing to sleep and marry anyone who will give them large sums of money.

Your thoughts are broken up by the arrival of a beautiful late twenty-something woman. Her wavy brown hair is shoulder length, and draws attention to a pair of very nice breasts. You would have said perfect, but your concierge's breasts are even more spectacular. She looks at the chaise next to you with big brown eyes.

In slightly accented English she asks, "Is that seat taken?"

"No, no one is sitting there." You reply.

She sits down and stretches, showing some very impressive cleavage. She lies down for a bit, but then gets up and dives into the pool. With her narrow waist, round ass, and sizable breasts she looks almost like a water nymph.

She exits the pool dripping wet and smiles at you. "American?"

"Yes, Mark Anders, former CEO. How can you tell?"

"Anna Elizabeth de'Ashord, heiress. You Americans and your ridiculous bathing trunks. The 1950's are over. Are you here for the spa treatments?"

"No, I just sold my company and was looking for a bit of R and R."

"You really must give them a try, Mark, did you know I am forty two?"

Your draw drops. This women is rich, gorgeous, and age appropriate.

Reading your face she smiles and continues. "So sorry Mark, my family is very old money. Relationships with the nouveau riche are strictly forbidden, however, dalliances are all but encouraged. Would you be so kind as to call on me later? My room number is forty four. I'd stay and talk more, but I have another treatment at the spa. Given the results I really don't want to miss it."

She winks at you and heads off. You shake your head. Did that woman just ask to be your fuck buddy?

You could stay at the pool, try finding the concierge, or continue exploring.