Janet McCoy watched the attractive waiter leave with a wistful look in her eyes. It seemed that all the serving staff at this resort was attractive. "It must make them more money." She thought to herself. "If the guests were too preoccupied ogling the staff, they're less likely to notice the exorbitant prices." That last thought brought a wry smile to her face.
Not that she cared; her entire stay and expenses at the resort were being paid for by her company.
Janet was business consultant at an international firm. She was in her mid-forties, had mousey brown hair that reached her shoulders and was quite short, barely reaching 5'5". Her eyes matched her hair, a pleasant hazel, and they were bright with a sharp intelligence. She had a respectable C cup, and worked hard at the gym to keep a reasonably athletic build, though on a trip like this she allowed herself a day or two free of the treadmill. She normally was stationed in a single office in San Francisco but a conference in Florida that applied to her particular skills had been too good to pass up and she'd convinced her company to foot the bill. She supposed she shouldn't be ogling anyone, she doubted her husband would approve. But she'd given up on his approval on sexual matters long ago.
Slightly older than her, Janet's husband Miles McCoy owned his own car hire business. He was 5'9" with black hair, though it was starting to fleck with grey here and there. He'd been energetic and athletic in his prime, but was now starting to develop a slight beer belly. With it he'd apparently lost much of his libido as well, much to voracious Janet's dismay. She supposed that's why she hadn't thought to invite him. Maybe she'd seduce some hot young thing and have the time of her life. She sighed at that thought, because despite her disappointment with him in the bedroom, she considered herself loyal and would never cheat on him. Miles may be neglecting her a bit now but he'd been passionate in their youth when they first married and they had a good life together, even if the sex was non-existent these days. He was a good husband in every other aspect, caring, considerate. Emotionally intimate if not physically.
Janet was pulled out of her thoughts by a voice; it belonged to the woman with whom she was having lunch. Janet had met Rachael Corvin at the conference. Rachael was half Janet's age, in her mid-twenties, and while she ogled the male staff as much as Janet Rachael was almost certainly being ogled back just as much by passers-by. Rachael was a few inches taller than Janet, with long silken blonde hair that ran down her back (though right now she wore it up), light blue eyes and an ample D cup, which she seemed to have no problem showing off in her low cut, yet technically still respectable, blouse. She had a trim figure and while Janet knew she worked out as well, Janet suspected that Rachael didn't have to work at it as hard as she did. Rachael was sipping her drink through her full luscious lips, but she was no dumb blonde bimbo, her own blue eyes betrayed an equally sharp mind. Rachael was not attending the conference personally; she was here with her husband Derek, a fit but otherwise unremarkable yuppie type, who seemed less interested in his hot wife than he was in making excuses to be elsewhere drinking. She and Janet had coincidentally been sitting next to each other during one of the seminars, Janet had made a few cynical remarks about the man at the podium which amused Rachel and they discovered that they shared a dry wit and instantly hit it off.
Now it was two days into the conference and they were sitting together at lunch during a lull in the seminars. Rachael's husband had made some excuse about "networking" with some other guys, and Rachael had resignedly accepted it. Janet was glad, she didn't have many friends, certainly not ones that seemed to have a similar libido to her own and actually enjoyed discussing sex, and Rachael wasn't shy about it either. Janet wasn't sure how their conversation had drifted on to the topic of sex; maybe it was all the pillars of sculpted testosterone walking past them with alcohol-laden drinks.
"Oh yeah, I've fucked lots of guys. Sometimes Derek likes to watch but most of the time he doesn't know. I don't think he'd care if he did. I'm sure most of them think of me as some kind of conquest but I find it amusing how easy they are to control once you get their blood up. It's like their higher brain functions are no longer being serviced. How about you?"
Rachael clearly didn't share Janet's loyalty in marriage... But still it was exhilarating to hear about all of Rachael's escapades. It was strange that she enjoyed the scandalous company of one so much younger than herself. "Maybe I just want to live vicariously through this young little minx?" Janet thought to herself. If Janet couldn't have the sex life she desired so badly, she could at least hear about someone else's. Out loud she said:
"Oh, I haven't really been with anyone since I married Miles..." She let her tone drift off.
"Wow! All that time? Girl you need to get laaaaiiid!" Rachael said with a grin. God her teeth were perfect.
"I do get laid! Me and Miles are... Active." That last word hung in the air. Even Janet wasn't convinced. Birthdays and holidays were the norm, and even then getting less frequent over the last few years. He'd gone to bed early on her last birthday, leaving her horny and frustrated.
"Look, all I know is there's a hunger in your eyes whenever one of these hunks walked past."
Janet was silent at that. Was she that obvious?
"Black guys are my favourite." Rachael continued, "It's true what they say, once you go black..."
