Many of them climbed the ladder and became programmers for large companies and government agencies. I kept plugging away at my little projects, doing my best to remain independent. Selling one program here, another over there. Getting a few contract jobs to fill in the income gap.
I wasn't doing all that bad. I had a small two bedroom duplex, with one bedroom being my computer lab. I drove a six year old truck, and lived in a small town north east of Biloxi.
That was my life for several years until smartphones came along.
I thought I hit it big when a company offered me a HUGE sum for one of my apps.
They in turn took it to one of the smartphone manufacturers who paid them to put it on every fucking one of their phones. The company that bought my app was now run by millionaires!
ASSHOLES!
I dug in deep and wrote a much better version of it with lots of bells and whistles, licensed it instead of selling it, and direct to the manufacturers this time.
The assholes were selling stuff to support their lifestyles while looking for another sucker to sell his app. With the word out on the bulletin boards, they weren't getting any takers.
I bought a small house and a two year old truck and started banking my money while they went down the tubes. Two years later they were out of business and I had a hell of a nest egg.
I learned from their lesson in another way, just because you're high on the hog with an app now, don't expect it to be a forever thing. Two and a half years after they went under somebody knocked my app off the top of the hill.
But I hadn't been idle, I kept plugging away at different apps, licensed a few for some decent residuals for a while, and got into the $.99 business.
Even a simple app is nice if it does what you want, and just about anybody would part with a dollar for it. It was enough to net me a few thousand dollars a month and not have to hardly touch my nest egg.
I did start to come out of my shell a bit, and dress a bit more 'normal'. I had a few nice dates, even a few decent long term girlfriends, but none of them were what I was looking for, specially when they started to PUSH marriage.
Now the one thing I LOVED, LOVED,
LOVED
, about living near the Gulf coast was the bikinis! At any given time, there was always at least one girl in a bikini top, and during various festivals and events that number could get to near one-hundred percent and generally unlined. Fucking Mardi Gras, they switched to body paint!
And since my work was where ever my laptop was until I got down to serious coding, I took advantage of as many of the nearby events as possible.
Spring break and a convention just made it one hell of an expense write off.
I had a fourth floor Oceanside room on the beach in Gulfport, and just enjoyed the smorgasbord of nearly naked women below me.
I'd see a few, and wandered nearby. Most ignored me, a few hollered out and we'd chat a bit, sometimes getting a drink later, a few of those even winding up for a romp in my room.
Other times I'd just sit in the roped off area reserved for hotel guests and just enjoy the scenery. Depends on how energetic I felt and how recently I'd gotten laid.
I had gotten up early enough that I got a table fairly close to the beach rope, and was enjoying a nice breakfast before heading inside to the convention as a few of the lovely ladies made their way out.
I chuckled at a few that just stumbled out and lay out while recovering from last night's hangover. Bikinis a little out of place and a thick towel over the eyes was the giveaway.
Three girls were setting up not too far outside the rope, and just off to my left. I watched them just over the top of my laptop screen.
One of them sported fairly decent sized tits and ass, but not hidden by a large bikini. It wasn't a tiny one by any stretch, but a lot smaller than I would have expected on a girl her size.
Now the two next to her were close to 'drool on' hot. Nice small tits, just big enough to have a nice bounce, and bottoms that if they were any smaller, they'd be g-strings. Not even close to covering rosebuds, and if they sunk too far into those shaved pussies they'd disappear.
Oiling got me a few little glances of the bigger tit woman, and a lot more NICE looks at the two smaller chested women. Several times pushing their tops off the tits to oil, and pulling bottoms aside to oil those smooth mounds.
I decided stay and enjoy the scenery a bit longer before heading into the convention to see what choice bits I could glean from the competition.
I may have to put my external web cam on my laptop tomorrow. The two smaller girls were wearing their bottoms up on their hip bones leaving a NICE gap between bare mounds and bikinis.
I made my first rounds in the convention, talking to a few and setting a few more up for the next couple of days.
I did wander a bit and enjoy all the cleavage, but I'd had a few big chested girlfriends along the way. Fucking those big tits was okay, but paying the upkeep on them was a bit more than I was looking for. And that's before some of them thought they had to have aftermarket upgrades. Give me a pair I can hold in my hand any day.
I enjoyed my dinner in the little restaurant, glancing out the windows as the sun set. You could tell who had over indulged on the alcohol by how straight they could or couldn't walk. And one of the beer companies was setting up a stage over a bit. I'd wait for a while, then go enjoy a few wet t-shirt cum strip shows.
I enjoyed a lot of topless and a few naked women. Got groped and kissed by a few while I groped a few nice tits and a few tried to entice me to grope a few that I didn't want anything to do with. I don't mind big tits, but most of the big tits out here were fat tits. Not my type.
I wasn't as quick to get down for breakfast, but that was good. The trio was setting up off the other corner of the roped off area, so I took a table right out in the corner, and I remembered my web cam with the zoom lens today.
The views I got as they bent and turned and twisted as they laid things out were fantastic. Once they settled in I zoomed in a bit, and it got even better.
The two smaller chested girls had a little smaller suits on today, and the nipples were standing up nice. The smaller bottoms were held nice and high off their mounds across their hip bones. I got a good look down the bottoms and even got a bit of a slit showing on one of them.
I turned over toward the bigger chested girl, and soon discovered she was a bit older than the other two. Up close, you could see some of the lines and little wrinkles that said she had a few years on them. Not that that would detract from her, I'd put her a few years older than me, and the other two a few years younger, and I wouldn't kick any of them out of bed.
The good and bad today was the way they were turned. I got plenty of bare tit shots as they oiled, but no pussy shots. The older one with darker nipples that stood up proud without the bikini top. The younger ones with light brown nipples that stood just as proud and looked damn delicious. Even with their tops back on, there was still a nice nipple bump in all three.
Saw a bit more cleavage in the convention, got a one nice tidbit I could add to my programs, but that was it. The wet t-shirt contest down the beach a ways that evening was mainly some chubby sorority girls that had no business being topless, much less naked, even if they were cheered on by a bunch of drunken guys.
Just for grins, I changed up breakfast. Put a few Danishes on a plate, grabbed a bottle of OJ, and went walking on the beach.
I chuckled at the evidence around the base of the wet t-shirt stage. Several tops and a few bottoms said a number of girls left the area with little to no clothes.
I was walking back, and the trio was setting up near the center of the roped area, but a little closer to the beach. I slowed to enjoy the view, and slowed a little more for a longer view.
I got down to an empty area, finished my last Danish, and sipped a bit more OJ before turning back. They were pretty well situated, and I stopped a bit away and admired the ocean with them in my peripheral vision.
I took another sip of my OJ, wasn't much left in the bottle.
"I don't bite you know," the larger chested one said.
I turned my head to look directly at her.
"Well, unless you want me to that is."
One of the other two rolled her eyes.
"MOM!" the other exclaimed.
