Back in 2002 I was running a project that was falling behind and I had just worked seven weeks straight. Not a single day off, and I had been pushing the staff extra hard. We were just about back on track. I had seen myself in a mirror and noticed straight away that I looked like a wild man. Did I need a hair cut or what. The project had three weeks left to run and there was a £25,000 bonus riding on it. From what I saw in the mirror I couldn't leave my hair another three weeks. I rank the barbers I go to and asked for the latest slot I could get I was told I was booked in with BB. I didn't give it a single thought until later. Then it suddenly hit me. BB stood for Big Bird the reason for the name was that she is 6' 3" tall and well built. Not fat but well fleshed out ad in all the right places. I didn't know her real name and only herd her called big Bird, although I doubted that few people would dare to call her that to her face. At 5' 10" I wouldn't. When I arrived I was her last client of the night and everyone else had gone. I apologized for the state of my hair telling her that it was the first few moments in months that I had to myself. She suggested a wash as well as cut was in order and put me in one of the chairs normally used for their female clients as it turned rotated on raised and lowered. She soon had me on my back with my head over the sink and rubbing some lotion into my hair. It felt good as it was the first contact with a woman in months and months. I started to relax as the small talk started. I asked her name and she told me Lydia. I told her that it was a nice name. She told me that it was used as everyone called her BB. I told her that I thought being called that was cruel. She laughed and said , "Why I am a big bird. How many other women do you know are six feet three inches tall and built like me?" I told her none and that she was build rather nicely. She rinsed my hair and then applied some different lotion and was fairly aggressively massaging it in. As she was leaning over I could see through the a gap between two buttons and there was a lot of breast flesh on show. I could feel my cock flex itself. The topic got onto clothes and she said she liked my suit. I was lost for what I could say about her jeans and what I now realized was a mans shirt. I asked was it hard for her to get nice clothes. She said it was, but for work men's jeans and shirts were easy to find. Then she said skirts were also easy but what was a long skirt on most women was a midi on her and knee length looked like a short skirt and that I could imagine what a short skirt would look like. This image flashed through my mind and my cock got the message and twitched accordingly. From where she was stood she must have noticed. She went on to say that pretty blouses were almost impossible and even of they went around her her tits prevented her from doing them up. My cock twitched again. The she said and don't get me started on undies. My cock was saying please do get to undies. Bra's she said. I have to have them made. She said that luckily she had found a company that made to measure, but lovely frilly ones would look silly on her. Another image flashed before me as I had already had a glimpse of her flesh problems. Then we got onto panties. My cock was now at full mast and I could tell she was doing this on purpose to get me worked up. She went into frilly little panties on her big arse and how silly they would look. I thought I don't know about that and I wouldn't mind seeing them stretched tight across her arse. She didn't have a big arse in as much as it was in proportion to the rest of her so it was big in that way. Then without warning it just slipped out. "I wouldn't mind seeing them," I blurted. Almost immediately I regretted it and went red with embarrassment. By this time she was well into cutting my hair and great lumps were falling to the floor. The conversation got on to partners some how and I told her that I was single mainly due to the long hours I worked. I did say that after this project I intended to slow down a bit. She also said she was single. How many men want to go out with a woman as tall as me she said. I told her that I would. We both laughed. Then she told me that one time just after she left school her friend set up a double blind date and when they met up it was alright for her friend as the were both about 5' 6" tall and her friend was 5' 5", but can you imagine it two short men and me. we both laughed at the image. My hair was done and as I paid I asked for another appointment in four weeks time. She asked with anyone in particular. I normally saw Larry but I quickly said with you. She smiled nicely as she penned it in their appointments book. I gave her a tip and left. I was looking forward to out next appointment. She was easy to talk to and although not my normal type I found her quite sexy. The next few weeks flew past and the project scraped in wit a day to spare. Most of the staff were off on other things and I was finishing the paperwork and overseeing the trials. In my now free time I cruised the internet and found a site that made blouses to order. I gave them a call and when I was asked sizes I had to guess and tell them the best I could. The woman said she would do the best she could I picked out the material and she said I would get it in a week. I just hoped it would arrive in time for my hair appointment. It did and at seven p.m. I was back in the saloon having my hair washed and cut. I steered the conversation around to clothes again. As we talked the topic of nightwear came up Lydia said she didn't wear nightwear as the only pajamas that fitted were men's and definitely not flattering, as for nighties she told me that she couldn't get anything to fit. I said that a woman in just a mans shirt always does it for me. She joked that she would have to remember that. It was now that I told her that I had something in the bag for her. She took a quick look and then put it back down and continued cutting my hair. The she told me to wait and took the blouse and disappeared through a door marked Staff only. When she returned she was wearing the blouse. It fitted pretty good and showed her figure off real nice. She had also removed the jeans and I could just see flashes of her panties. She turned each way to show me the fit and then she planted a big kiss on me. Then she dashed for the lights and turned them off. In the light from the moon and a street light I could see her removing her panties. She was right they weren't that flattering. She lowered the chair and reclined it further. Then she was undoing my trousers and getting my already hard cock out. The she straddled me and the chair and lowered herself onto my cock. Her pussy was very tight and worked hard to get my cock in deep. Then she was riding the ride of my life. I reached up and undid the blouse and her bra that had a front opening clip. Then I was treated to being smothered between her delicious tits. She didn't seem to come although she was moaning a lot as she moved her arse up and down my shaft. I assisted with hands on her fleshy arse. I held off as long as i could hoping I would see her come, but eventually I had to give in and pump my cream deep in her pussy. It seemed a little uncomfortable and strange as I put my cock away and she disappeared into the back to get dressed again. Then as I settled my bill I asked if I could see her again. She quickly said yes and that perhaps next time I would tell her where I got the blouse from. As we left I asked her did she want to go for something to eat. She said yes and we were soon in one of the many restaurants in town. Afterwards I asked if she would like to come home with me. We were soon at my home and in my bed. I fucked her doggy style which turned out to not only be my favorite position but also Lydia's to. Later we had a final fuck of the day facing each other. Was that sexy or what. Lydia came just before I did. Next morning were were both in a rush to get to work and there was no time for sex, nut I asked Lydia if I could pick her up from work. She did and stayed the night and every night since. I now order almost all of Lydia's clothes. Thank god for the internet. With a bit of searching you can buy almost anythin and what there isn't you can have made. Lydia now had sexy clothes that fit her and some of the sexiest nighties ever. She still wears men's shirts and Jeans to work though.