I do home improvements... Mostly bathrooms but will turn my hand to most things. In Feb of this year I met a couple (possible clients) at an empty shop near Chichester. Basically they were looking to open a beauty salon and looking for ideas on how to best partition up the space as well as costings and timescales. I drew up some plans along with costings then communication dried up. I'd pretty much forgotten about them until the fella called in August asking to meet up again. I was a bit reluctant as I'd already blown a few hours on them and had a feeling they were effectively picking my brains for free. My thoughts were true, they'd fitted it out to one of my plans but it was all a bit shoddy and not quite finished. Basically they'd had it done on the cheap by Romanians who hadn't quite finished anything. No builder likes taking over someone else's bodge and basically I walked away. The very next day the lady calls asking me to return. I did so but only at the end of the working day. At this point I should describe her a little. A qualified beauty therapist who was always well turned out. I'd guess around 50, a trim size 12 ish with highlighted hair. Bit Spanish looking with a lovely tan. She was there solo and explained their situation. Hubby had sunk his pension and savings into this. She apologised for taking my ideas about layout and was a bit tearful as she said if I can't finish the work off they're doomed. I agreed, giving her a hug to reassure her. I explained I needed to shuffle work around to fit her in but would message her. At this point we exchanged numbers. I called a cpl other tradesmen that night and just four days later we were on the job. I'd texted the lady a lot but beyond ending every message with x there was no flirting. At the end of that first day, my two colleagues had left and I was tidying up when she called around. Clearly emotional she was v happy and we hugged... It was a long hug and then she faced up to kiss me. A qucky kiss became a snog and I chanced my arm by copping a handful of arse. She sighed with encouragement and I moved my other hand to grab a tit. Again she was all encouraging. She wore a long dress and soon it was hitched up around her waist while I slipped two fingers in her cunt So far so good. Sadly there was no furniture in the place, not even a chair. "are we gonna fuck" I asked her. She just nodded and carried on snogging me, one hand down my overalls playing with my cock. The floor was still in carpeted and a bit dusty All there was inside were toolboxes and an old wheelie bin. I manoeuvred her to the bin (classy eh) and she willingly bent over it slightly, standing on a toolbox (there was a big height difference) and opening her knees. I tongued her ass and what cunt I could reach whilst stripping, then slipped straight into her cunt. It was a fairly frenzied fuck which ended with me blowing my load over her arse and back, then licking it off before kissing her again. She soon swallowed everything. Our messages have continued but almost all about sex So far we've not met alone. The salon is open and now fully kitted out I'm hoping to test drive the treatment table with her soon