The offer came out of the blue. Semi retired and divorced, surviving on a small private pension and the state pension supplemented with a range of jobs whenever an employer is brave enough to employ an older bloke, the chance to earn a nice sum for a short term job was very attractive. The downside was that the job was 250 miles north, although the employer had offered to organise and pay my accommodation. It seemed to me I had little to lose and it would be an experience. Little did I know.
The job offer came from an ex colleague who I'd worked with some years ago. His company needed someone with good marketing experience to run a project in a field I knew a lot about. He had contacted me by email initially then we'd had a zoom call with his boss and they offered me the job, starting as soon as possible. I had asked about the accommodation and they said that one of their employees had an annexe to her home that she was happy to offer.
So I'd accepted the job and agreed to start the following week. Driving up the motorway early on the following Monday morning, I pondered what I might have let myself in for. Whilst I was confident of my abilities, the world of commerce moves very quickly and I was a little worried that I might not be totally up to speed with the latest developments in both my field of marketing and within my new employer' industry. Oh well I thought, my good friend Google will have to help find any new information I require.
My ex colleague Bob met me in reception and took me to my new office, introducing me to various people on the way. The company had a lot of younger people and I suspected that many may be wondering why they are recruiting some old guy, so I prepared myself for possibly some resistance.
My first day was pretty much meetings with various departments that I would have to work with to deliver the project. Lots of information to take in and my notebook was crammed with notes, names and information very quickly. Midway through the afternoon in between meetings, Bob came into my office with a lady and introduced her as the brave soul that was letting her annexe to me over the next three months. Alice Simms was a very pleasant lady, late 50's slim, nice warm smile. We shook hands, she handed me some keys and directions and her mobile number and told me to get in touch if there was anything I needed. After she left the office Bob explained that Alice had worked for the company for years and her husband had passed a couple of years ago. The annexe at her home was a granny flat that had been comfortably refurbished and they had agreed a fee that suited all parties.
My first day came to an end. I was tired after the early start and the intensive briefings and meetings throughout the day. I left the office and followed the directions to my new temporary home, getting lost a couple of times but eventually found the pleasant detached home. I pulled into the drive and parked alongside another car. The front door open and Alice came out to welcome me. She asked if I found the address okay and if I needed help with any of my things. She showed me to the annexe which was situated around the side of the house. The annexe was a small bungalow with a lounge, small kitchen bathroom and bedroom. It was very clean and freshly decorated and nicely appointed.
Alice asked me what I was doing for dinner that evening and I said that I had intended to go to the supermarket to pick up some provisions. She said that she thought I might not be totally prepared so she had made a casserole and asked if I would like to dine with her but not to worry if I would prefer not to. I was touched by her kindness and accepted her offer. She returned to the house while I quickly washed and changed and went round to the front of the house and rang the bell. Alice answered the door and invited me in, telling me I could use the side door if I needed to see her in the future. She had a lovely home, clean, light and airy and tastefully decorated. We sat in a ding room and she served the casserole and we had a glass of red to go with it. She was very easy to talk to her and we shared details of our families and our lives and she told me about her husband passing with cancer a few years previously.
As we ate and chatted it all became very relaxed and Alice was very open and friendly. She had a lovely smile and a twinkle in her eyes and on the odd occasion I teased her she laughed easily, maybe as the alcohol made her more relaxed. She asked me how long I had been divorced and I told her three years. She asked if I had tried any online dating and I told her that I had met a few ladies but no one special and I asked her the same. She said she had started to think about it now as the couple of years had passed. She said she was just being respectful to her husband's memory but in truth, their marriage in later years had been more of a friendship and he was at times a difficult man to be around. I asked her in what context and she said he was very domineering and whilst she was happy for a man to take the lead he had become too much so.
We finished dinner and I helped her clear the dishes to the kitchen and we moved easily close to each other and she gave me a few nice smiles which I returned. She asked if everything was in order with the annexe and I confirmed it was very comfortable. She told me she had kept a spare key to the annexe as she needed to get access on occasion for the utilities and I said that was no problem. I decided it was right to leave so thanked her and said goodbye. She touched my arm and gave me a hug and said she was so pleased I seemed to be a nice guy as she had been a little worried how I might be. I laughed and told her in jest, that my stalking and pervert offences were long ago and I was now a changed man. She laughed and gave me a soft dig in my arm.
The following morning I woke early. put on my running gear and tracked a 5km jogging route around the neighbourhood on my phone. I needed to keep fit and it was an ideal way of getting my bearings. As I returned, Alice was just getting in her car to go to work.
"Very impressive" she said with a big smile, "not bad legs either" and laughed as she got into her car.
I laughed too and waved as I went into the annexe. A quick shower and change of clothes and I left for work.
Another busy day finishing with a trip to the supermarket for my provisions then back to my accommodation for a light supper, a little TV and homework on the tasks I had to complete over the coming months, working out priorities, costs, timescales and logistics. My eyes started to droop and I decided to head to bed, a read of my book before I dropped off to sleep.
I lay in bed thinking about everything and my mind drifted to Alice. She was a nice woman and I think she could be a catch for the right guy but I sensed something else was there. Her comments on her deceased husband suggested to me that he may have been more of a tyrant than just a domineering partner.
Thinking of that got my mind wondering to sexual matters. It had been sometime since I had indulged in carnal activities, apart from regular self abuse, aided by some porn on my tablet. I reached for the iPad and scrolled to my titillation of choice and started to play with my slowly hardening member as I watched a a little mature FFM threesome activity. The porn did the trick and I was soon very hard with precum oozing onto my fingers. I kicked the covers back, lying naked with my cock in my hand, eyes shut letting my imagination ease me towards climax. Then I heard a brief rustling, opened my eyes and there was Alice stood beside my bed!
I was shocked and a little speechless. She was fully dressed and smiling.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I needed to get a meter reading and thought I could sneak in whilst you were asleep."
I was still speechless. My hand moved away from my rapidly softening member.
"I feel dreadful now, she said, "I should have messaged you before coming over or sorted it tomorrow. Now I've spoiled your fun" she said with a little smile.
"Here", she said, "reaching for my cock, "let me help you."
I was still stunned into silence as her soft hands reached for my cock. I watched mesmerised as one hand held my balls steady whilst the other slowly moved up and down the shaft, quickly restoring the erection.
"My Ron used to say I was very good at this" she said moving her hand steadily looking at my cock then at me with a smile, "he used to say I was an edging specialist, making it last so there's maximum pleasure."
