Pollianna got a call from Jenkins, at the estate agents early on Saturday morning. She'd been looking for a new flat to rent for sometime. This particular agency hadn't given her much to view, but she felt she should turn up as promised. Jenkins was rather a dishy guy, she thought as she admired him from afar. Early thirties, quality suit, polished shoes, interesting colour of tie to go with his pastel lilac shirt. It was blue!
' I wouldn't say no to him,' she thought. Well at least she thought she thought it.
They went in, it was a small two bedroom flat, large living area and separate kitchen.
He smelt nice too, Pollianna remarked to herself as he stood close to her a few times during the viewing. She wasn't sure, but was his hand touching hers a couple of times?
"Do you like the smaller properties, Ms Richards?" he inquired.
"Oh, yes," she replied "They are so intimate, don't you think?" She clasped her hands in front of her as she spoke, smiling broadly, drawing her shoulders up, showing off her lovely breasts under a white blouse she wore, with no jacket. She remembered just throwing on her jeans, blouse and those lovely designer boots, she refused to leave the house without, these days. Was this too much flirting.. He was so very nice, can you do too much flirting?
He went a little pink in the face, she thought it was strange because he was obviously a man of the world, wasn't he? Mmmmm, now she was intrigued. So feeling a little fruity, she let her arm brush against his lovely pert arse as she walked past him next time, He was visibly embarrassed by it, and moved away. Then in close proximity in the bathroom, she had to squeeze behind him, and allowed her nipples to rub against his jacket, although they weren't erect, she was sure he would realise what she was up to. She moved in front of him and made a very pronounced bending over to try the taps on the bath. She was so disappointed when he moved back before she made contact with his body. I guess he doesn't go for older women, she thought, resigning herself to the fact she was going to have another crap year this year.
They moved out of the bathroom, and went into the galley kitchen, He lent on one cupboard, but seemed to stand awkwardly, she lent against the sink, like a brazen hussy, arms outstretched behind her, palms on the worktop, pulling her blouse very tight over her firm breasts, head tilted a little to one side, and a devilish smile on her lips. Her jeans were quite tight and showed her body off well, she may be older and plumper, but she could still look good! They chatted a while, and she realised he was more and more uncomfortable, she decided that it was make or break time.
"Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"
' OH MY GOD, what did I say!' she thought. Too late, he went bright red, and shuffled about,
"Well, er, act.., actually, I do find you attractive," he stuttered, "I'm not too good at this, chatting up women, not had many girlfriends. But seeing as you are an older woman, I thought you might be more likely..."
