The Final

The Last Appointment

Simon

Looking through a rain-streaked window I was really wishing I hadn't squeezed in the one last appointment for the day. It was bleak and cold with the weather mirroring my mood. The rest of the day had been filled with one disaster after another beginning with a flat tyre and being followed with a range of other minor disasters including ever expanding untended roadworks, missed appointments and a very aggressive dog. Why people find it acceptable to allow their flea ridden mutts to act like that was frankly incredible and frankly just plain rude. It has been so bad that I had felt the need to check my diary just to make sure it wasn't Friday the 13

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Finally, I had made it to the last inspection of the day. A tenanted hairdressers' shop located in a typical slightly run down parade of shops in a small-town centre. I could name the kind of shops that filled up the parade. A scruffy general store, a charity shop and a bookie. As I pulled up across the road the rain began to hammer down. I smiled briefly, as if the day couldn't get any worse, I was now going to get soaked.

Nat

I'd been looking forward to tonight all day and it's all I'd been able to think about at work! Mark and I had been out a few times now and it felt after the last date we might be ready for taking it to the next step. He'd certainly made it clear he was during a candid message exchange. Of course, it would be sod's law that I'd have some stupid valuation visit booked in at the shop tonight. My plans with Mark were only arranged the previous day so I'd not had chance to cancel the visit. In the end I'd settled on having to get ready for the date at the shop after the survey and head straight there.

Simon

I could see the bright lights in the shop were on, the rest of the street was pretty dark, and the well-lit shop looked welcoming. At least the tenant, Nat, had remembered that I was expected and had stayed late after the customers and staff had headed off. I knew what to expect from the owners of hairdresser's shops and generally the experience was a favourable one. Years of experience of chatting to customers meant that most had built up a huge repertoire of small talk which meant that they were able to keep talking for long enough to allow a pissed off surveyor to quickly measure up, take some photos and then leave. There was nothing worse than trying to make small talk with someone who couldn't even feign interest.

I hoped that with a cheeky smile that I might even persuade Nat to make a cup of tea. I knew well that a cuppa here would mean a proper cup of Yorkshire tea and if I played my cards right, I might be lucky enough to be offered a biscuit, ideally a chocolate one!

Nat had seemed nice on the phone when I made the appointment; she had a gentle South Yorkshire accent which I had become used to when studying in Sheffield. It was years ago now, but I always enjoyed going back to that neck of the woods as the people were generally friendly and I felt at home.

Girding my loins, I grabbed my battered case and jumped out of the car, put my head down and moved as quickly as I could without running until, whilst trying to hold on to whatever street cred I had, I was outside the shop.

My feet were soaking wet after I misjudged the size of the dirty dark grey puddles which acted as a moat around the shop door. I pushed hard on the front door, but it didn't open... it was locked!

Fuck, can't she see it's pissing it down! I knocked on the door as loudly as I dared, I was getting soaking wet but didn't want to seem impatient. I saw movement inside as Nat wandered over to let me in. I urgently bundled through the opening as soon as she opened the door wide enough for me to force my way inside. Slightly pissed off and very wet I must have looked like a middle-aged man at the end of my tether!

'Hiya... Is it Nat? I'm Simon... I am so glad that you remembered I was coming. It's amazing how many people forget!'

Before Nat could respond I noticed her and smiled. She was a vision. Dressed in tight dark blue jeans, a low-cut top and black patent heels. She was small but perfectly formed. Shorter than me, but what she lacked in height she made up for with sumptuous curves. She had big boobs for a small frame and didn't seem to mind showing them off.

I had no doubt at all that her male customers would have enjoyed having their hair cut as she fussed over them. Her own hair was luxurious, over shoulder length and brunette. She had made an effort, surely not for me. But it was her choice of outfit that got me excited, just sexy enough to give off the right signals... and those heels. I had always had a liking for women in heels, my English teacher had worn them and left an indelible memory in the mind of an impressionable, always horny, teenage student.

All these years later they continued to have an impact. One of the great regrets of my life was when the wife decided she was too old for heels. To me that was like admitting defeat!

'It's ok, I was just finishing up before heading out for a few drinks.' Nat informed him.

Nat's response reminded me that I was here to do a job and not stare weirdly at a younger woman who almost certainly had no interest in being leered at by a slightly damp older man!

'I will be as quick as I can... I wouldn't want to get between you and a large glass of sauvignon blanc.'

Nat

It's not the large glass of wine I'm looking forward to, I thought to myself. But to be fair to him, Simon seemed quite sweet and wasn't trying to drag this out. He'd obviously got better things to be doing too! At this point I'd taken a little bit more notice of him. He was a good few years older than me, maybe late 40s or early 50s. He stood much taller than me, about six foot I'd guess and had his hair cropped short. He wore a very well fitted suit that hugged his thighs. I'd always been a sucker (literally - but that's another story) for a guy in good suit. If I'd not got somewhere better to be I'd have probably had a bit of a flirt with the guy and seen if he had much banter as, physically, he ticked some boxes for me.

Simon

'Even so I am glad you were here when you said you would be! Folk not turning up is my number one irritation, followed quickly by crappy weather!'

I smiled, she was nice and made me feel a bit more relaxed as she smiled warmly back at me. I really should stop being such a miserable bugger.

'So, what do you need? Do you need a guided tour, or can I leave you to it?' Nat asked.

Nat was clearly trying to make this as painless as possible. Her long-practiced ability to make people feel comfortable was coming to the fore. She had the ability to come across as sympathetic and helpful whilst being drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking that some women just have something about them, and Nat was one of those.

She bent over slightly to pick up her phone and, as she did so, I had a tantalising glimpse of her impressive cleavage. The sort of cleavage that back in the day I would have loved to get my hands on, but nowadays I had to admire from afar. I really was enjoying her company and had I thought she felt the same I might have tried to continue the discussion but I really didn't want to impose any more than I had to.

'Just give me a quick tour and then you can leave me to it, but I won't keep you long. I am sure that you would rather be out with your mates.'

Nat looked up and smiled. 'It's a date actually' she advised.

I blushed, slightly taken aback. I really wondered how someone as hot as Nat could be single, what was wrong with blokes these days? 'Well then, forget the tour and just leave me to it. I will start in the basement and finish up in the shop. I will give you a shout when I am done.'

Nat

Result! If I could leave him to get on with it, I could focus on getting ready and be on time to meet Mark. Rachel had done my hair as her last appointment so all I need to do was touch up my make-up and get changed.

'Great, I'll leave you to it and go get myself sorted. If you need anything just give me a shout.'

Simon

I set off down to the basement with a spring in my step, it is amazing how five minutes with someone can change the mood of the whole day. As I wandered off Nat seemed to head off to what I assumed was her office. One of the best things about his job was meeting people and Nat had provided a very pleasant end to the day which really cheered me up. Maybe it was her sparky personality or maybe it was her arse in those sprayed-on jeans.

As I have got older, I often found myself becoming more distracted by sexy younger women, I was becoming a dirty old man! I really should know better but if those thoughts only remained in my mind who was I hurting?

Some lucky fella was going to have the pleasure of her company later and wondered how her evening might end up. I had very faint memories of the excitement of meeting someone new: the first kiss, the first intimacy.

I really needed to concentrate on work! I quickly measured up the untidy storeroom in the basement. Like most basements it really didn't hold any great interest although well looked after. The shop on the other hand had been attractively modernised and presented. The unit had a quirky feel to it with arty photographs on the wall; the business was clearly competing for the younger more affluent market. It crossed my mind that Nat knew what she was doing and the business had all the trappings of being a successful one. After many years carrying out similar inspections I was able to do this part of the job on autopilot and so I quickly took the details I needed along with the photographs.

Nat

I'd planned my outfit to make my intentions for the evening clear to Mark from the get-go. My favourite bright red figure-hugging dress that clings to my every curve and plunges perfectly into my cleavage. Beneath it I planned to wear my matching red lace thong and bra set. I'd had it all set out in my office all morning together with my make-up.

It was hardly the ideal space to prepare for a date (and having sex with a new guy for the first time). I'd always said I was going to do more with my office after I had the shop fitted out but just never got around to it.

With Simon off doing whatever it was he was here to do, I got to work on topping up my make-up. I'm not one that goes over the top with my make-up but always like to try to make an effort. I'd made extra time this morning to do a proper job so now I only needed to touch it up and top up my lippy.

After a few minutes of sorting that it was time to change. There'd been no queries so I gathered he was still working in the basement or main shop. Listening closely for any noise in the corridor, I started to get myself undressed. Lifting my vest over my head and placing it down at the side of me, I freshened up my deodorant and sprayed some perfume on my cleavage. Then I stepped out of my heels and started to loosen off my jeans.

Simon

I had finished the main part of the inspection, there was no sign of the delightful Nat in the shop, so I wandered to the rear of the unit looking for her. Right at the back of the ground floor was a slightly scruffy staffroom filled the kind of mess that everyone has but needs to be hidden from customers. Next to that was another room which I assumed was the office.

As I got closer, I could see that the door was slightly open. The light from the room illuminating the rest of the corridor which was dimly lit. I was about to knock on the door when I caught a glimpse of her through the crack. She had her back to me but was now semi-naked in just her bra and with her jeans now loose around her waist. I tried not to stare but fuck she looked good, very good, some lucky fucker was in for a lovely evening!

The low-cut top she had been wearing had now been discarded and thrown on the chair next to her. I could see that she was getting changed presumably in preparation for the hot date she had mentioned. By the look of her and her outfit it was going to be a very hot date. A sexy red dress was hanging up next to her and there was what seemed to be some very sexy lingerie waiting to be put on; the kind of underwear that you wore when you were planning on letting someone else see it later. Feeling slightly embarrassed I stepped back my heart pounding. God, she looked good!

Against my better judgement I leaned forward to take another longer look. Her jeans had by now also been discarded. She was standing in just her underwear, still with her back towards me. I took in the delicious curves of her body. The kind of curves which develop over time, the kind of curves that promised so much, the kind of curves that made men hard. My cock had stiffened.

She was clearly getting ready for her date, her bum framed by the thong she wore which exposed her well-toned arse as she bent over. That delicious gap between her thighs! My mind was racing. Did I say anything? Did she know I was there? Did she want to be caught?

As I pondered my next move, I bumped into a brush leaning against the wall. It fell to the floor almost in slow motion and the noise it made felt like enough to wake the dead. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Nat spun around catching me red handed. 'What the fuck! Have you been watching me?' she yelled.

I could tell from the look on her face she was pissed! 'I am so sorry!' I could feel my face reddening as she, quite righty, looked totally fucked off. 'I was just coming to tell you that I have finished, I am ready to get going.'

'You should have called from the shop! You knew I was getting ready in here!' Nat wasn't letting up. She clearly wasn't impressed.

'It was an honest mistake Nat, I swear. I didn't know your office was back here, I thought it was a storeroom.' I was blustering, I mean I had been perving on her and she knew it.

She was a confident woman though. Whilst Nat didn't seem at all happy, she'd always made no effort to cover herself or ask me to leave. Her breasts were barely being held in by her bra, offering a tantalising glimpse of what her naked body would be like.

'Well, give me a moment to get decent and I will come and show you out.'

I turned to leave, thanking God that she hadn't called the police! I had almost left the office when I heard her voice again.

Nat

A crash from the corridor made me jump. I turned to look and see what was happening. As I turned, I was greeted by Simon looking terrified!

Not even giving a second thought to me only being in my underwear, I quizzed him! 'What the fuck! Have you been watching me?'

Simon looked embarrassed and nervous. He immediately started apologising.

I continued to quiz him and watch him stutter out his excuses. As I stood in just my bra and thong watching him fluster, I started to feel aroused. I felt goosebumps cover my body, hairs stand on end, and my nipples harden.

Being caught in a state of undress by a stranger! This was kind of hot! Suddenly my body seemed to take control over my brain and control my actions. As Simon sheepishly started to depart the office, I decided to test him. 'Continue the conversation, see if stays! Test him! Push it further! Carry on getting ready in front of him and see what he does!' I said to myself in my head.

'So has the valuation gone well?' I asked.

Simon

I could sense a slight shift in her tone of voice and a change in her attitude. I was surprised, why would she want to draw out the embarrassment? Maybe she liked that she had caught me off guard and was going to put me on the spot about my report; after all she would be happy if the value was higher although she was only the tenant maybe she knew the owner. Maybe he was her lover? Or maybe she was enjoying making me feel embarrassed; some women liked seeing men squirm. I was caught between two thoughts. The main one being just let me leave and on the other hand I liked her, she excited me, and she bloody knew what impact she was having.

'Yes, it's all good; the bank will be more than happy. I will make sure that you get a good report. It looks like you have a really good business, particularly for someone your age.' Hardly the witty banter and chat which would get me into her good books; sometimes I really hated myself for being so polite.

I could tell that the mood was continuing to shift. Was I being forgiven at least a little bit? Maybe she had a thing for dirty old men! It was still awkward though, her half-dressed and me more than semi aroused.

Nat asked me to turn around so that she could get dressed without an audience. I did as she asked still kicking myself for being so well behaved.

I could hear a noise, which after years of experience, I thought that I could recognise as her taking off her thong. I continued to hear more movement and in my mind's eye I assumed that she was reaching for the red pair thong I had spotted when I first peered into the room. My mind was whirring; is she stood there half naked, in the same room as me?

There was no mistaking what she was doing now; I heard her remove her bra. All my instincts were telling me to turn around. It had been a while since I had been in the presence of such a sexy woman who was almost certainly now naked.

Nat

As he answered my question about the report I reached for my fresh underwear. He carried on chatting about the valuation whilst trying to avoid looking at me. As he chatted, I was looking right at him, and his eyes would quickly glance at me then hurriedly look away.

I was ready to change now but he was still facing me and dragging out the chat, probably because of his discomfort at the situation.

Putting him out of his misery I asked that he turn away whilst I changed, to which he agreed almost apologising that he hadn't already.

As soon as he turned away, I slipped my thong down my legs, watching him to see if he was brave enough to try and sneak a glance but nothing. He must have known I'd removed something as he started to make small talk, asking about my business and me being young to run my own shop. I deliberately paused for a few seconds before sliding my fresh red thong on and up my legs, intentionally letting the elastic in the waist crack against my skin as I stretched it out over my hips. But still no glance! He was being very well behaved.

My hands then reached around my back, unclipping my bra. As it unfastened my shoulder straps fell down my arms, with me then sliding each strap down the rest of my arm one at a time until it was completely removed and my boobs stood free, completely uncovered. The small talk had carried on, but he'd still not dared look around. It seemed I was going to have to push the situation!

Simon

To break the silence, I had no choice but to continue the small talk. 'You seem quite young to have a business of your own?' It was an odd moment to engage in conversation, but a long silence seemed even odder. 'Quite a risky move to set up a business round here? It seems like you enjoy being in charge and enjoy taking the odd risk!'

For the first time I was allowing myself to flirt a little and to push her just to see how she would react after all she was now half naked and didn't seem to be making much of an effort to get dressed. 'Some people in life seem to enjoy taking risks you must be one of them'

She giggled a little 'I don't mind the odd risk, but what about you? You haven't even dared to turn around, maybe that would be a risk worth taking!'

My heart was pounding out of my chest, she really was asking me to look. I felt thrilled but shocked and unable to resist an invitation like that. I gulped and slowly turned to face her.