Walking through the hardware store, having been there as they opened the doors on this beautiful Saturday morning, I was looking for the correct blade for my circular saw. Having located it, I turned to go to the register and abruptly ran into a lady I didn't know was standing there.
"Oh! Excuse me! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," I said as I fought off the embarrassment I felt.
"You're fine, don't worry about it," was her reply. Her voice was one of those that had an elevated degree of sexiness to it and was as soft as the fur on a long haired kitten.
"I don't mean to impose, but do you know much about power tools?" she asked.
"Well, I'm no power tool guru, but I have a fair amount of knowledge about them. Whatcha need?" I asked, grateful for the opportunity to talk more with her. She went on to explain that she was getting the supplies for replacing a small deck on the back of her house and didn't know what kind of saw to get. After I asked some questions to gain more knowledge of exactly what she was doing, I told her which one I thought would be best suited to the task.
"Have you ever used one of these before?" I asked as I picked up the boxed saw and put it in her shopping cart for her.
As I looked at her, I was drawn to the movement of her lips as she answered. "Well, no, but it can't be that hard. I've seen one used a lot of times on those home fix-up shows on TV."
Snapping myself out of the sexual trance I had slipped into, I looked at her. She was one fine looking lady!!
"They're easy to use, but they have no forgiveness and can be very dangerous. You'll need to make sure you know what you're getting into before you go cutting up pieces of wood," I explained, trying to get the growth in my pants to terminate before it got too far along.
We stood there for several minutes and discussed some of the basic safety rules, how to set up for the cut, and so on. After I had answered her questions, I bid her a farewell and proceeded to the register to pay for the blade I needed. As I was getting into my truck, I heard that same sexual, soft voice.
"Sir? Sir! Please wait! I need to talk to you!".
Turning toward the store, I saw her walking at a brisk pace toward me.
"Oh thank God I caught you!" she said as her hand grasped my upper arm. "I'm really not mechanically inclined, and I know this is so wrong of me to ask, but could you come over and give me a quick lesson?" she asked with a smile so cute and alluring I don't believe any man could have resisted her. "I just live over there a couple miles," she added, pointing the direction of her house. It wasn't like I had anything else to do, so I agreed.
We started to travel toward her house, her in the lead and me following in my truck while countless variations of us being entwined in various sexual positions raced through my head. We soon arrived at her house and she lead me to the back deck she was planing to repair. Back in rural western Pennsylvania, we would have called it a porch, but here, I guess it was a deck. Go figure!
I surveyed the deck as she explained what she wanted to do, which in reality, was easy - just replace a few boards and add a railing was her primary wishes. Since it was early and this project wouldn't take more than just a few hours, I asked if she wanted me to help her finish it.
"Oh, I'd love that! But I don't want you to waste your time here helping me," was her courteous reply. "I'm sure you have things to do and your wife probably wouldn't be too happy if you spent all morning here helping me," she added, obviously fishing for information about me.
"I'm not married, so if you want my help, it's yours," I told her. She smiled and accepted my offer.
"My name is Jeannie. And you are...." she said as she reached out to shake hands.
"I'm Art, and I'm glad to help out a fellow carpenter!"
She laughed and informed me that she was many things, but a carpenter was certainly not one of the things on the list. She said she did want to learn more about home repair and carpentry, and was thankful for my help. She told me where the lumber was and said she'd start some coffee if I wanted any. Naturally, I accepted the offer for coffee, and then was off to the garage to get the lumber.
Soon, Jeannie was there beside me as I showed her how to get the saw set up to do the first cut. When she tried it, she was doing several things wrong and I was afraid she was going to cut herself, so I offered to show her how to stand in the proper alignment to the wood, how to hold the saw, and all the little things that go into making a simple cut. When she tried it, it was obvious she wasn't catching it.
"Here. If I may, let me help you get set up and started," I offered as I put my arm around her, grabbed hold of her hand that was on the saw and gently moved her into the proper alignment with the wood. The feel of her ass against me produced some involuntary and quick reactions. I was hoping she wouldn't notice and I had her pull the switch on the saw. It started with the typical whine and I guided her hand as she pushed the saw through the wood. The first cut was now history.
We worked on securing the new board onto the deck and took a break to enjoy the Arabica coffee she had made. It was only then I noticed she had on a long shirt and it was not tucked into her pants.
