The sun was brutal, 102 degrees and no relief in sight. I had been working on a house in the heat for the past ten hours. I was exhausted and the heat had taken its toll on my energy. Finally putting my tools in my truck, I cranked it up heading for a cool spot to relax. About two miles down the road I spotted a little store on the side of the road. There was only a single car in the lot and was probably not going to be many more since the local country folks mainly used this road.
My thirst was getting the better of me and I had to get something down my dry throat. I yanked the truck into the lot and coasted to a stop. Waiting for the dust to settle, I checked myself in the mirror. Not being able to tell where my tan stopped and the dust started, I wiped my face clean with a rag and straightened my dark hair. Stepping out of the truck I felt the heat again. Rising from the ground and beating down from the sun, I hurried into the store at least for the shade and a cold one.
As the door squeaked open, I squinted to help my eyes adjust to the darker surroundings. Looking around, I saw nobody attending the place so I headed for the cooler. I stood there for a minute to let the air conditioning give me a short arctic blast before reaching for my favorite brew. Grabbing a couple of bottles, I heard a voice come from the stockroom off in the far end of the store. It was a friendly female voice and I acknowledged the "Hello" with a grunt and went to the counter.
Standing at the counter, I saw a female carrying boxes from the stockroom towards the counter. Having made this trip countless times, she didn't need to see where she was going, her feet instinctively knowing the path. I could not see a face or body because of the boxes but I did see some legs. They were apparently coming from beneath a dress that was short enough to be hidden by the boxes. The legs were beautifully tanned and strode with confidence. Coming to the counter, she passed by me so she could get behind it. As she passed, she looked at me with a friendly smile and said "Hello" again.
Her brown eyes danced with life as she spoke and I smiled back at her, glad that I had cleaned myself up some before coming into this place. When she was behind the counter, she turned with her back to me and bent over to put the boxes down. As she bent over, her dress rode up and I could almost see her ass. I could picture it in my mind though and I knew I would love to get my hands on it. She turned around to speak and I darted my eyes away quickly hoping she would not see me staring at her. It appeared that she blushed ever so slightly as she began to ring me up.
"Is that all? she asked.
"That's all I can afford right now, Beth" I said as I noticed her name tag while catching a look at her breasts.
"That's $2.24. Are you from around here?" she inquired.
"No, I'm framing a house a couple of miles up the road and I'm staying with some friends in Clarksville until I'm through." I responded while handing over $3.00. "How about you?"
"Clarksville? That's 42 miles from here. I bet you get tired driving that every day." She replied as her hand touched mine while taking the money from me. "Me? I was born and raised here. My folks live in that house in the field behind this place."
"It's awfully quiet around here." I said as I intentionally touched her hand again while getting my change. " What is there to do for fun around here?"
"All we do is work, eat and sleep. At least that's what it seems like. Most folks around here are farmers, you know, early to bed, early to rise." she explained as she began to clean around the counter.
"Well, mind if I hang out here for a little bit and enjoy the air conditioning?" I asked.
"No, I don't mind. I could use a little company anyway." she replied as she looked at my sweat soaked shirt. With that, she turned and started towards the boxes she had put on the floor.
"Let me help you at least. I'm not a freeloader, I'll work for my stay no matter how short or long it is." I said as I moved around the counter.