At the time it seemed to be a good idea to move out to the pretty village in the English Cotswolds. You know the type, stone built thatch cottages, the sort of place you have seen in Bridget Jones and Four Weddings. But it was close to my new work place, and I was fed up with commuting 3 hours a day. The only problem was the lack of women. There didn’t seem to be any women in the village under 80. I nicknamed it Jurassic Park, and although I have a broad mind there are limits even with me.

Luckily I did get my share of eye candy at the office. Sarah, my new PA, was really hot, red hair, 34 DD, a tiny waist that showed of her round bum well, especially when in jeans. She was always wearing low cut tops that showed off her ample cleavage properly. Her desk was 90 degrees to mine and she kept some files on the floor right in front of my desk and every time she bent down to pick one up it gave me a fantastic view of her wonderful tits.

At the weekends I would go back to my hometown and see Jill, my long-term girlfriend. But more and more often I kept thinking about Sarah. Jill was always conventional with her lovemaking. It took me some serious persuading just to get her to blow me off, and frankly I was bored. After one weekend that was particularly bad, full of arguments with Jill, I called things off. Come Monday I was really fed up now that my one source of sex had now gone.

Sarah was fantastic. She was so understanding and even managed to fend off most of Jill’s calls. By Friday I was glad that the week was over and was planning to stay at home over the weekend, fixing up all those things around the house that I had been putting off. Sarah asked me what I was doing that weekend and when I told her she laughed.

“You sad bastard! You can’t spend your first weekend as a single man in years at home doing DIY!”

“DIY. Ooh err,” I joked. “I suppose I’ll just have to get used to it now I’m single and living in Jurassic Park with all those pre-historic women.”

“5 days without sex and you are already resorting to smutty innuendoes,” she giggled. “I’m going out with Abi tonight to the Six Bells. Why don’t you come along? It’s just round the corner from where you live.”

“Sure why not?” I replied. “Beats the hell out of painting my kitchen.” But behind my off hand comment I was already getting excited, the whole evening with Sarah. And if she wasn’t up for anything then Abi was a perfect back up as she was really hot too. I then remembered that Abi had recently moved in with her partner.

“What about Mike?” I asked. “Is he coming along?”

“No that’s the reason we’re going out. Mike has been working in Scotland this week and won’t be back until late tonight. He’s going to pick up Abi from the Pub.”

“Fantastic,” I thought. There was no need to try to come up with a way of shaking off Abi. She’d go off with Mike and I’d have Sarah to myself.