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.
