1. Mr Woods, are you okay?


    Date: 2/28/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Just got off a plane and straight into a hotel limousine, I have come to hate hotels; I wanted a place of my own. I’m well off, in the world of finance. I’ve worked hard and set up my own business. I travel the world but my main port of call was London UK. I spent more and more time there than anywhere else, so I had thought for a long time about finding a place of my own, in or around London. I had asked several estate agents to look out for a place for me. I have been to see a few, but none suited my requirements or me. I live alone, never married; no kids have had the odd girlfriend here and there, short term ‘friends.’ With the type of job I had, with all that travelling I did, just gave me or my partner no real chance to build up any meaning-full relationship. My last relationship with a woman by the name of Jolene ended in disaster, we had been together for about six months; I liked her very much and felt ashamed when it ended. I was on a business trip in another state, and had a fling, a one off spur of the moment thing which I never thought anyone would find out about. But Jolene did, and she left. As I mentioned, I was in the limo laid on by the hotel as they knew I was coming. I checked in the front desk and the principal manager greeted me, “Welcome back Mr Woods, your luggage has been taken to your usual room. And I have some mail for you.” He handed me the mail. I signed in and made my way to my room. It was late, eleven thirty or so. I put the mail to one side ...
    as I had not felt up to reading anything right at that time. I took a shower and went to sleep. The following morning I had a shave another quick shower, got ready and went down for breakfast. It was all ready for me at my usual table. I had brought the mail down with me to read over breakfast. It was eight o’clock; I had seven items of mail, four were from estate agents and the others were work related. I put the work related ones down and started with the agents. The first two were rubbish, not even sure why they sent me those, did not tick any of my boxes. I picked up the third and just as I had it in my hand, the waiter came up to me with a lady besides him and said, “Mr Woods, a lady to see you sir.” He left. The lady, a very short lady, English, around five foot five tall. Short brunet hair and seemed a little plump. She said, “Morning Mr Woods, I’m Emma, from the agency.” I wondered what type of agency, I stood and asked, “Morning Miss, so where are you from?” She walked over to where I had been sitting and placed a finger on the top unopened letter, the one I was just about to open, she said, “From this one Sir.” There was a logo on the letter of the agency, I stepped back and said, “Okay, shall I open it or are you going to tell me what’s in it?” She said, “You may open it if you like, or I can take you there and you can see for yourself.” She had a very mature voice, looked very friendly. It was my free day on the first day. Because I never knew what the flights were ...
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