My Life of Sex And Money Pt. 13 - Sex Stories

My Life of Sex And Money Pt. 13

... the start of the next holiday season."

He stormed out through the door, leaving the woman behind, she apologised for his behaviour and I advised her to come alone tomorrow, as he is in danger of scuppering the deal. She promised to do so.

I got back just as Paula was unloading the car, as she bent over to retrieve he bags from her boot, I noticed her arse for the first time, for a woman in her early sixties it looked firm.

"This place has great views." I called to her.

She turned to face me and saw what I was looking at and said,

"Cheeky."

"Exactly, just what I was thinking." I replied.

I gave her hand to move the things from the car to the cottage, there was bag after bag, filled with food and bottles of wine, spirits and case upon case of various beers.

"Fuck, how many people are coming tonight?" I asked.

"Just a few, but when Emma throws a party, she throws a party."

As we worked preparing the food, Paula turned to me and said,

"The jungle drums have been busy, the rumour is, you're interested in buying the old Regent Hotel,

I was head chef there once."

She gave me a potted history of the place, in the beginning it was a bordello, a house of ill repute, where Victorian gentlemen would take the ladies of the night. As times changed, it became a first class hotel, renowned for it's fine food and wine, that's when I worked there. When the owner died, the son took over. He began cutting corners, quality gave way to quantity and the ...

... guests soon began to stay away and the hotel closed, remaining shut to this day.

Talk about dealing you a good hand, seems like mine is a full house. You could see by the way she treated even the simplest of fare, Paula was a perfectionist, a person who could come in handy.

She left to get ready, not before giving me instructions, on what wine needed to be chilled, which needed to breath, what glass goes which each one. If she was this meticulous over a simple get together, just imagine what an asset she could be to my hotel.

I was busy in the garden, lighting the barbecue, stoking the fire pit, arranging chairs when Emma pulled into the drive, she was not alone, in the passenger seat was Aunty June. Both women looked sexy in their summer dresses. The two of them came over, wrapped their arms around me and whispered wait till later.

The door was constantly knocking, couples, single women, solo men all arriving, Paula had taken charge of the food, Emma was introducing me, to the assembled crowd, Aunty June playing the waitress, topping up drinks, serving nibbles. Veronica and Brenda arrived and it was obvious from the way Emma greeted them, they knew each other, very well.

As the evening flowed it became very clear to me, this was not something Emma had done at the last minute, it was well planned, every guest had something to offer in regards to the project. From builders to cleaners to silver service waitresses, everyone could offer experience and advice, all hand ...