James had to rush from the ferry after work to get to the repair shop before it closed. It was not far but he had to walk briskly. The shop was in a quiet light industrial area nearby that became a ghost town after five. He arrived minutes before the shop was to close, only to discover it had closed early.
"Goddamn," he thought, exasperated. The repair shop was deserted.
Looking around the front parking lot, James was happy to see his car. Thankfully, he found the repair receipt on the passenger seat and the key under the floor mat. A big headache narrowly averted.
He saw her as he was getting into his car -- an attractive blond pacing around the gate to the repair shop's yard, on the other side of the parking lot.
In her late 20s or early 30s, her beautiful hair was carefully done and came to her shoulders. She was slim and tall, with medium breasts and nice legs that showed under her stylish short skirt. Her top was gauzy and looked expensive, like her red designer pumps. Her nails looked freshly done. Her face was lovely. But she was angry.
"Motherfucker," she hissed to herself as he approached. He noticed that inside the locked gate to the shop's secure lot a wallet lay open on the ground. Money had spilled out onto the pavement and was being blown around by the breeze.
James walked toward her.
"Excuse me. Do you need some help?" He smiled, hoping to put her at ease, no small feat given how upset she was.
Startled, she spun around glaring.
"My fucking boyfriend is such an asshole."
"What's the problem?" he asked.
"We were fighting when we got here to pick up my car. Then the damn shop was closed with my car stuck inside. He decided it was my fault somehow. He grabbed the wallet out of my hands and threw it over this goddamned fence. Then the fucker drove off without me. He even yelled 'And don't come home,' as he took off. And it's my place! Son of a bitch."
It would take more than calming words from James to bring her down.
"I have to get my wallet from in there," she said, pointing to the wallet through the fence as it contents blew across the parking lot.
Standing next to her -- and noticing how nice she smelled -- James surveyed the fence. The gate was securely padlocked and the fence was six feet tall, topped by four strands of barbed wire. Fortunately it was not the guard dog kind of place.
"I can probably climb over it," he said, hoping he would not have to.
Getting help and no longer alone, she was calmer. "No, this is my problem. I don't want you to wreck your nice clothes."
That was a relief. But it did not get her wallet back.
"Can you help me over the fence?" she asked.
"I don't know. There's barbed wire and you could really get hurt." It did not sound like a good idea.
"With a little help I can do it," she insisted. "I used to run hurdles in college track."
James imagined her long legs extended over high hurdles.
"If you're sure. But really, I'd be happy to climb over myself." This being a gentleman business sometimes took all his strength.
"No, no. I'll do it." She walked to the edge of the fence by the wall of the shop and took off her pumps. "You just give me a hand getting up and over. Coming back I can push that crate over to the fence to help me back up that side."
"Okay, but be careful, especially around the barbed wire."
"I will." She waited for him by the fence, facing it.
James had not imagined this part of his day. He stood next to her trying to figure how best to lift her high enough to keep the barbed wire off her lovely legs.
"Okay," he said. "See this horizontal bar in the middle of the fence? I'll help you get your toes on there first. Then I'll try to help you get high enough to step well over the barbed wire. The hard part will be getting a foothold on the other side of the fence, then stepping back onto the cross-bar and back down to the ground. Does that make sense?"
"I understand what you're saying." She looked pensive and took a deep breath. "Let's try."
"Excuse me but I'm going to have to touch you." It was dawning on James what this effort would entail. Not all of it was bad.
"Of course," she said. "That's okay."
"Good. So grab high up on the fence -- under the barbed wire -- and first I'll boost you up so you can get a toehold on the cross-bar."
She reached as high as she could on the fence and gripped it with her fingers. He put his hands on her slender waist.
"Here we go." She pulled up as he lifted her, James' hands sliding onto the smooth skin under her blouse. She managed to get one set of toes onto the cross-bar. Her legs were even better than he had thought. Must be that hurdling.
"Great. Now I'll lift you as high as I can and try to pull the barbed wire down a little so you can step over and get your foot on the other side."
"Okay, ready," she said determinedly.
Holding her hips, he lifted her as high as he could. She was nimble and got one hand on the wall of the building to steady herself then carefully raised an exquisite leg over the barbed wire and found a toe-hold on the other side. He was holding down the barbed wire with one hand and gripping her at the knee to help get her other leg over.
No longer able to maintain the gentlemanly façade -- and needing to see what was going on with the barbed wire above him -- James could not help looking up, all the way up her short skirt. She was wearing sheer pantyhose without panties. Her pussy and ass were clearly visible to him as she slowly climbed over, directly above him.
Both their hearts were racing for different reasons.
