Page 9 of A Little Merry

“How Amish of you,” I said, wanting to take it back as soon as I said it.

“As a matter of fact, his great uncle, who I never met, was Amish. That’s who taught him, and he taught me. We even helped raise a couple of barns.”

Could I be any more of an asswad?

“I didn’t mean anything derogatory… I was only trying to make a joke, but sometimes my jokes are shit.”

“Oh, no worries. When do we start?” She suddenly glowed, like the whole idea of building something excited her.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I told her, thinking it would more than likely take her a couple of hours to get mentally prepared and dressed for the task.

“Let me grab my toolbelt and tools,” she said with a straight face. I just about choked on my coffee. “I’ll just pop upstairs and be down in a few minutes.”

“You have a toolbelt?”

“Sure. Don’t you?”

“Ah, no. I have some basic tools—hammers, screwdrivers, a couple of wrenches—nothing fancy. No need for an entire toolbelt.”

“They make all the difference. Let’s hop on over to the hardware store and get you one. My treat for inviting me to help. Can’t work on something like this without a proper belt, or you’ll spend most of your time looking for that hammer you put down somewhere, and it’s disappeared.”

“Oh I…” I couldn’t get the sentence out before she took my hand. The next thing I knew, Merry and I were out the door and heading for the hardware store to buy me aproperbelt.

What the fuck?

“THAT ONE DOESN’T look very comfortable,” she said as she stared at my hips and my entire groin area, while I did everything possible not to go hard. I hadn’t had a woman stare atmy cock in so long, my mostly abandoned shaft couldn’t take all the attention.

I’d been trying on belts for the past ten minutes. Who knew there were so many different types?

There were leather belts for several hundred dollars and canvas belts for under a hundred. Belts with four pockets or twenty-four pockets. Belts with side pockets, hip pockets. Hell, there were belts with pockets all around and a hammer hook.

And all of them rested right above my hungry dick. It felt like there was a spotlight on the damn thing, and Merry was holding that light… between her teeth… the spotlight, not my dick. Not that I wouldn’t love for her mouth to be wrapped around my dick, but this wasn’t the time or fucking place to be thinking about that shit.

“I’m just going to get this one and be done with it,” I told her. It was a simple side pocket leather configuration with four pockets on one side, two on the other, and a hammer clip in the back. It felt comfortable, and the price was right. I had a small waist, so getting the right fit had been a challenge.

“Here,” she said, opening her coat. “Look at mine. It’s perfect.”

I couldn’t help staring at her, and from what I saw, the woman was indeed, perfect. The belt wasn’t my focus. I couldn’t get past the shape of her hips and what was between her legs. I couldn’t believe she was inviting me to stare at her crotch.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I told her, feeling myself go hard, no longer able to control it. “I’m getting this one. Close your coat. You’re making me crazy.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, stumbling behind me as I walked to the register up front.

Then I took her hand. “Nothing. Everything. Let’s just get out of here.”

“Okay,” she said, grinning, and I wondered if behind that grin, she didn’t know she was driving me crazy.

We made our way to the front counter to buy the belted sex toy before I made a complete fool of myself showing off my own hardware for the likes of Beverly Morganstern. She had a heart condition. She’d come in to buy tree trimmings, not to see a bulge in my pants. She’d been a prima ballerina when she was younger, and rumor had it she’d been writing sexy romance novels under a pen name in the past few years. If anyone would notice my boner, she would.

I held the belt over my crotch as I passed her.

“Nice to see you again, Beverly,” I said.

“You too,” she said, grinning like she knew what was happening… the little minx.

The woman still had it going on, even at her age. I couldn’t help but grin right back at her. “You naughty girl, you.”

“Always,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

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