This is another story in the series. It should hopefully stand alone but feel free to read this alongside the others and let me know what you think. Mx
Daniel was sitting in his back garden enjoying the sun and pleased that his garden was finally how he liked it. He had been back home in Kent for over a year now and was finally feeling like he was settled after 30 years of travelling globally for work. He was idly playing with his laptop and wondering whether he should make an effort at dating seriously.
He started reminiscing about the past three or four years. He thought about Bhavna who he had met in the street outside his house about three years previously. He had really liked Bhavna, she had even visited him in Paris and they had a lovely few days walking the streets talking during the day and then fucking furiously all night but she had told him a few months later that she was not ready for a long distant relationship and that she need to sort out her divorce. They hadn't really spoken since, that was over two years ago.
He suspected that the door may still be open but he was now 60 and he was sure she was not yet 30 and her daughter was still young so he had left the ball in her court.
He thought about a whole series of younger women who had gravitated towards him shortly after he had returned to the UK and what struck him now was that they were not only a lot younger than him but were also either black or brown which had intrigued him. The main focus at the time had been Alana who had completely bewitched him. She had also turned out to be proper kinky which had troubled him a little as she was the daughter of an old ex of his from his early 40s. They had met up a couple of times about a year ago but after the second time she had told him that their history made the whole thing too weird for her and she had basically cut him off.
She had also left work about six months ago and he hated to think that was because they had been working in the same building but he had heard that she had walked into a much better paid job for a firm he knew well so he did not stress too much. He did hope that they might see each other again though.
He heard some noises from inside and realised that Anita must have turned up. Anita was his new housekeeper. She had started working for him three months ago and had been a great find. She was punctual, diligent and cute and was friendly to talk to.
"Hi Daniel, it's only me" a voice rang out from the open french doors "Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Yes please, something cold" he replied and a minute later she appeared with an iced tea which was her speciality. She made up a fresh batch every time she came and kept it in his fridge. He was never quite sure what was in it but sometimes he tasted ginger and other times nutmeg, or was it cinnamon but what he did know was that it was delicious.
She placed the tea down on the table in front of him. "Are you getting used to working from home" she asked him. The office had closed two months ago following the onset of a global pandemic which was beginning to hit the UK hard. In fact Daniel and Anita had spent an hour the previous week discussing how she could work in his home and keep themselves both safe. He had also increased her pay by £2 per hour to compensate which she had not been expecting but was very helpful as she suspected that other clients may be thinking of letting her go now they were also working from home.
They chatted briefly for a few minutes, Daniel squinting up at the young south asian woman who was standing with her back to the sun.
She was quite small probably only an inch or two over five feet and had a tight little body that Daniel had caught himself checking out shortly after she had started working for him. He felt a little guilty at that as he was fairly sure she preferred women as she had referred to her girlfriend once or twice although he was not completely sure whether she was talking about a good friend or a lover.
Other than the fact that she was pretty and friendly and generally seemed to be a good soul it was her breasts that he had noticed first. It was after she had just turned up and hadn't yet covered herself up with an apron when he noticed the most perfect orbs, not too big, not too small, perfectly pert. He was no expert but had guessed they were a C cup which looked amazing on her slight frame.
Today he had noticed that she was not wearing her apron but had a loose cotton top over what looked like a vest top. As he looked up at her he could clearly see her nipples poking under the cotton so had to make a conscious effort not to stare. She was obviously not wearing a bra and that realisation had caused a familiar stirring in his loins.
He watched her walk away as she returned back inside, he noticed her ass properly for the first time, clad in tight jeans which accentuated her curves and which caused his heart to skip a beat. He immediately began to think of the twins who he had met a year or so ago. They were not really twins but they might as well have been: Sangeeta and Yasmin. They had proved to be quite a handful especially after Alana had got her hands on them but they were so much fun: young, free and unjudgmental. They had been completely honest that they had just wanted to 'try out' an older white man and it was really refreshing to have great sex with no other agenda or expectations.
Anita seemed to have the same energy. I was an energy that he had been drawn to since meeting Bhavna that summer and he had sometimes wished that he could have been so open-minded when he had been in his twenties.
He refocused on his computer and started searching for dating sites. This was not as straightforward as he had anticipated because the range available was extensive and he could not really tell one from the other. He googled 'best dating sites for professionals' and started his research in earnest.
ANITA
Anita still felt a little guilty about not telling Daniel that she knew all about him and Bhavna but not half as guilty as she felt about not telling Adil who her new client was. She was as sure as she could be that Adil would have a problem with it and she did not want to add to their problems. Adil had already hinted that the 'community' felt that she might be a bad influence over her best friend Bhavna who had struggled through a nasty divorce and as a result was bringing shame on her family.
Anita herself was pretty sure that any shame should be placed firmly at Ravi's door and she had been wondering if it was Ravi's family who had been spreading stories about Bhavna to cover up for the fact that he had left his wife for his best friend. Things had got worse after she had defended Bhavna and had questioned how it could possibly be her fault if her husband preferred sucking cock to being a good father, a statement that apparently had confirmed what had previously only been gossip up to that point. This nonsense had now been going on for at least two years and she thought that it was about time that everybody grew the fuck up.
Anita still struggled with the serendipity involved in the agency sending her to Daniel in the first place, she had suspected as soon as she saw the address and that had been confirmed the moment they met for the first time. A meeting that she had been quite uncomfortable with as she recalled the wild stories that she and Bhavna had concocted about how they were going to give him a threesome to remember before they had become distracted by each others bodies and their adventures over the last couple of years exploring the LGBTQi community that had been so welcoming to the two south asian women.
Anita and Adil still had a good sex life although he had been surprised at her increased libido over the past year or two but he had put that down to the fact that she must be broody as she neared 30. Anita was orgasming more often, sometimes more than once, when they had sex and he felt a little discomfort at that, at the fact that she could be having so much fun when he was cumming just the once. He was anxious about broaching the subject though and reconciled himself with the thought that he must be a good lover when the truth was that she had discovered the delights of another woman, or, if truth were told, other women as there had been several.
Of course, Anita did still think that he was a good lover, albeit within certain vanilla limitations. 'Vanilla' being a term that she had learned recently and seemed to describe their sex life nicely. Safe and a little predictable.
She had told Bhavna about her new client though and they had spent a long telephone call laughing at the possibilities of Anita being able to fulfill some of her earlier fantasies to taste a nice thick white cock and Bhavna had also consented to her friend 'having a go' as she described it. They knew their friendship was strong enough and Bhavna had realised there was no future with Daniel other than an occasional good fuck and that she needed to concentrate on being a good mother to her daughter now that Ravi had fucked off for good.
So Anita was standing in his garden looking at Daniel's broad back, he was hunched over his laptop and she thought that his posture must be really bad for his back. He had finished his chai and she wondered if she she ought to add some shilajit to her next mix before dismissing the notion as probably bad karma. She so wanted to massage his neck and shoulders though just to feel his muscles and see how his body felt but she knew that she could not jeopardise her job by being too familiar with him so resisted the temptation to make the offer.
She shuffled a little so that he would know she was there before asking him if he wanted anything else. She was almost finished inside and was tempted to tidy his back garden a little just to make up the three hours she was booked for. He turned towards her and she noticed that he was on Match.Com which she had not expected. The Daniel she had in her head was a sex god not a potential husband so she wondered how she should respond. If respond she should.
