It was while I had business on the south coast that I had occasion to stay for a week at a certain Bed and Breakfast Guest House in Eastbourne, Sussex. After the third day I got chatting to the owner after coffee following breakfast. She was a Mrs Cook - a middle aged lady with a curvaceous figure and all well proportioned. She started by asking me about what brought me to Eastbourne, my line of business, and more about myself and my life. I didn't have much to do that day so I was pleased for the company - and probably said more about my private life than I should. Mrs Cook - or Sophie as she asked me to call her - suggested that we might continue the conversation later that evening, and said that she would be in the Lounge Bar about nine o'clock - a time when most of the residents would have retired to bed. And so, that evening I met Sophie over a drink, in the bar - which was luckily quite empty, with only Sophie dispensing the drinks. She was still dressed in her work clothes - black tight skirt, white blouse with a hint of a white bra underneath, black court shoes, and her hair tied back. I noticed a wedding ring and diamond ring on her finger and wondered where her husband was in all this. After a few Proseccos for her, and a Rum and Coke for me, she told me that she found our breakfast chat that morning quite interesting - and said that she had a proposal for me. Her husband having died some years ago, she now found it difficult to manage the 12 room hotel as her staff only consisted of her, a chef, a waitress for breakfasts only, and two casual maids. In a nutshell she said that she would like me to consider joining her as a co-manager, with me helping to run the hotel between Easter and October, and looking after the business arrangements, and promoting and advertising, and starting a cocktail bar. It would be a live-in arrangement and could start whenever I could. Well, it was such an offer I didn't know what to say - and said I'd have to sleep on the idea. She said naturally - perhaps we could have dinner the following evening at The Crab and Lobster Restaurant in town where we could continue our private business conversation. The next evening she turned up at the restaurant, albeit late, and I found her to be stunning ! Her hair was down, and she wore a electric blue dress with a low neckline, seamed stockings, and stiletto heels. During the meal she made it clear that it would be a situation that I would be more than a co-manager but I would be living with her in the top apartment - and during the summer season, with winter to do whatever I want - and she would take her normal winter cruise. 'Please think it seriously Jim, and join me for a drink at the Hotel'. On returning we went to her top floor apartment - which was very swish - and she poured me another Rum while she excused herself. On returning, she's taken her dress off and stood there in a stunning black basque, see-through black panties, stockings and heels - just like Sophia Loren in The Millionairess ! She joined me on the sofa and slid her arms around me, kissing and cuddling like teenagers. I was getting very aroused - something she could sense, and then said 'If we are to be together, I'll need to see your cock'. With that she unzipped me and for the next half-hour played my cock and balls unmercifully, until I lost control and shot all over her stockings. After cleaning up, and having another drink - I then agreed with her business proposal - and said I would start in a month. We toasted our new relationship - but she did warn me that after seeing the two films of 'Fifty Shades' she would like to experiment more with her sex life - and would tell me more another time.