Eden House was a little on the plastic side, and not what Monica would have chosen, but since it was a spoil of the war between her and her soon-to-be-ex-husband, she was disposed to be generous.  Besides, it wasn't the view or the pool that she was most interested in.  They had decided to unpack, and since neither had brought all that much, it was hardly arduous.  After she'd put her clothes in the closet and drawers, Monica sat down on the bed and gave it an experimental bounce.  The mattress was firm enough, but the frame of the bed had loosened enough that it squeaked.  Another bounce, and it knocked.<br/><br/>Well, maybe the noise from spring break would drown it out, or with any luck, both she and Lauren would be too occupied with other things to notice.<br/><br/>Monica's hopes for the trip were pretty simplistic.  A little shopping, a little sunning and swimming, a little drinking, and if the beds didn't break before the trip was over, she at least wanted to give it the good old college try.  The wobbly, squeaky bed was a head start that she didn't want, and rather resented, a subtle goad from Fate that this might be Spring Break week, but she was no spring chicken.  Fuck Fate, and fuck Alan, and fuck his little preggers bimbo who wasn't going to get to live in the style she wanted to become accustomed on Monica's dime.<br/><br/>When Lauren yelled out that there was a free happy hour by the pool, Monica put aside her misgivings and smiled.   It sounded like Lauren was getting into the spirit of things, and that was a much bigger deal than a squeaky bed.<em>"Coming!" </em>she called out, and cracked a smile as she shoved thoughts of her divorce into the dirty clothes hamper along with the outfit she'd worn for traveling.  Hopefully she'd be yelling that soon for quite a different reason.<br/><br/>Her own bathing suit was a one piece as well, though there was considerably less of it than Lauren's.  The back was little more than a thong, designed to show the hard work she put in keeping her glutes toned.   She'd had her boobs done shortly after they'd moved to the last house in Baltimore, but she liked the contrast of the modesty in front against the skimpy back.  Like Lauren, she wore a cover up, but mostly because she liked the reaction when she took it off.  Her skin only needed a basic moisturizing sunscreen, though if she found the right helper to put it on, she might just keep that little tidbit of information to herself.<br/><br/>Monica's poolside drink was a Tequila Sunrise, chosen as much because she liked the colors as the taste -- though it tasted pretty good too.  It was a little old fashioned, perhaps, but Monica wasn't trying to be in her twenties again, she just wanted some twenties inside her.  The lewdness of the thought felt delicious, but one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to find them at the Eden House pool.  The wives were shooting daggers at them with their eyes, and the attention of their husbands was flatteringly classy, and she had to bury a snicker in her drink when Lauren stretched out her legs that never quit, raising one in a gesture that invited eyes to follow the curve aaaaaalllllll the way up while smiling like an angel at Veronica Levenson, who looked like she'd bitten into a whole lime instead of her 'skinny mojito'.<br/><br/>Nice looking though the husbands might be, Monica had no interest in tempting either one of them away from their catty wives.  The idea was repugnant to her, even if her ego and libido were in need of stroking, but probably understandably so.  No, at the risk of sounding like a MILF (but what the hell was wrong with the term, anyway?) what she wanted was a young stud who wanted some fun without strings, with an older, experienced woman.<br/><br/>When they'd both had enough sun, and enough fun poking at the uptight wives, they left their empty glasses and headed back upstairs, with Monica reaching out to steady Lauren a little when she swayed.<em>  "They weren't obvious about wanting to get rid of us, were they?"</em>she whispered with glee against Lauren's hair.<em>"I'll bet Veronica beats Jack half to death if he suggests they go to the Half Shell, too."</em><br/><br/>Thus far, Monica wasn't feeling much of a buzz after two Tequila Sunrises. She and Alan had gone to a lot of functions where wine flowed like water, along with stronger drinks, and she had also taken to having a drink, and sometimes two, with lunch.  She'd built up something of a tolerance for it, but since the divorce she'd cut down instead of double-downing.  Lauren less so, and she definitely needed some food ... and hopefully the pickings would be better than than at the Eden.<br/><br/>Lauren selected shorts and a white shirt, thin enough that it showed some skin, and the pretty lingerie beneath in the right light.  Monica went for a backless halter top and a skirt that wasn't short, but was tight enough to make up for it.  They were both over-dressed, but Monica didn't give a damn, and nor did she give a damn when she heard the grumbling from much younger girls about them getting into the restaurant without a wait.   It was a good life lesson - you could shake your your ass to get ahead, and you could work your brain, but sometimes the thing that moved you forward was shaking your wallet, and it wasn't fair.<br/><br/>Fuck that noise.  Life wasn't fair, and Monica wasn't into perpetuating the fiction that it was.  Oysters weren't her thing, except in a nice stew, but she liked what they represented enough for an appetizer, so they shared while the checked out the menu to a lesser extent, and the guys.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div><em>"I saw.  They ought to be worried.  Damn, woman, those legs were getting looks from every man there, and a few of the women too.  Now just take that feeling and project it.   Look at the men and picture yourself asking them if they wouldn't like to have those legs on their shoulders."    </em><br/><br/>Monica was letting her hair down on this trip, not making country club conversation.  She had the feeling that it had been a long time since Lauren had done so, but even as she blushed, Monica felt like she enjoyed it as well.  They were sexual creatures, and if men were allowed their mid-life crises, why shouldn't they indulge to the fullest?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don't look now ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Monica looked.  And hers wasn't the modest, quick peek over her shoulders, hidden by her hair version.  She gave it the little body twist, and checked out the guys at bar, who looked sort of like a group of guys from the marketing department of some generic corporation -- though as Lauren said, two were 'possibles' -- before moving on to the two guys she'd mentioned.<br/><br/><em>"I'd guess a couple of years older than Todd,"</em>she commented, lifting her beer bottle to her lips as she did a slow assessment. Her fingers longed to smooth down the messy hair of one of them, but then again ... she could also imagine her fingers finding a grip in that hair and urging him on to all sorts of wickedly delicious things.  The other was a bit pale,but and he seemed the shyer one of the two, for all that his eyes kept coming back to them, but the shy ones were often hell on wheels when you warmed them up.<br/><br/><em>"Oh,yes,"</em>she answered, smiling in predatory fashion without taking her eyes off either.<em> "I can imagine ... all sorts of things.  And from the way they're looking, so can they.  Come on, Lauren ... imagine the possibilities and tell me you don't feel the tremble in those long, long legs.  Want to buy them a drink?  Ask them over?  Or we can see if they're bold enough to come on over without being invited."</em><br/><br/>Devil's advocate.  It was a role she was made for, and by god, she was going to play it with Lauren this weekend.  It was easier to be bad with someone to urge you on, and Monica needed some 'bad'.   If she was any judge, so did Lauren.  She needed to get away from comparing the guys they met to Todd, and those two guys weren't looking at them as if they were in need of a mommy,  except perhaps in the context of a MILF.