The do it yourself crowd gets up early and this particular Saturday they were waiting at the door with broken parts, lists and a couple of battery cores. When the onslaught settled down Will and his fellow employees told jokes and argued sports in a steady banter between customers.
Will had moved to restocking items in the cleaning aisle when he looked up and saw a well constructed young woman heading his direction. “Oh boy, here comes some guy’s wife wanting something and she has no idea what it is.” Will thought, this would be another “My hubby/boyfriend wants a…” Then the struggle would start.
“Hi, what can we help you find?” He pretended interest.
“I’m looking for Chamois, two large ones that are not blemished.” Jasmine’s electric blue eyes and sexy smile made Will decide to show her the exact location.
“Over in the next aisle.” Will led her around the corner and pointed to them.
She pulled the largest ones off their hook and started checking them carefully. “These two will work.” Smiling again, she handed them to Will who wondered why she would need two; however he did not immediately comment.
At the register Will placed the two chamois in a bag and quipped “You must have a couple pretty large cars to wash today.”
She again smiled, “No, I’m doing some sewing; making myself a pair of shorts for bike riding and I wanted to try this material.”
Will’s eyes widened and before he thought, he said “Boy, I would sure like to see those.” He then felt the blood rush to his face.
“Sure, when I get done I’ll model them just, for you.” With that Jasmine was out the door, aboard her bike and headed down the street.
Will stared in disbelief; he wasn’t sure what had just happened but, he was sure this wasn’t an ordinary day. He knew the other guys would never believe him so he didn’t even try. On weekdays he turned wrenches in his own shop located a few blocks away from the parts store.
The following week went by at a normal pace and once again Will headed for his Saturday job only this day he decided to get there before the early crowd. The store was close and Will often walked to work. Just as he crossed the parking lot something flashed by him so fast he flinched and nearly ducked. It was a girl on a bike who made a wide circle with one long sexy leg down and came right back toward him.
“She’s naked!” Will thought before he saw the bright red sash drop to her side as she came to a halt directly in front of him.
The sash secured the naked appearing shorts at her waist which fluttered in the breeze as she swiveled off the bike in one smooth cat-like motion.
It was Jasmine doing a mini pirouette and asking, “What do you think?”
“Uh, oh that would be classified information.” He’d never seen anything quite like that at least, not outside of a girly magazine.
“Well, here’s my card, I do sewing and alterations and I’m available for lunch, most days.” Jasmine tucked the card into his shirt pocket and was gone before he could respond.
Work that day once again, seemed slightly out of time and Will couldn’t help but wonder what was on this girl’s mind. He certainly knew what was on his, a longer, closer view of those shorts but, it was a busy day and he needed to stay focused.
After Will closed the store that night he retrieved the card from his pocket. At the top it said “Sewing – Alterations-- Creations” with “ALL THAT’S JAS” centered and Jasmines phone number below but, no address. Will concluded she was just having fun with him, but perhaps, he would call, next week. She sure did seem to be quite friendly.
Sundays Will reserved for his own cars and he had a key to the store if, he needed parts.
Engrossed under the hood, in old coveralls, Will hadn’t shaved that morning, his hair tussled and a coffee mug was balanced on the fender. Things were moving right along and he was making progress on the hot rod he had owned since high school.
"So, did you lose my card?" Jasmine’s sweet voice startled Will and caused him to bump his head and drop his wrench which rattled its way down through the engine compartment and clink on the floor.
“Ouch!” Will rubbed the bump on his head as Jasmine’s long sexy leg swept under the car and slid the wrench out. “Looks like you need an assistant and its Sunday, you’re supposed to relax.”
Will’s sheepish grin was accentuated by a splotch of grease on his cheek. He wiped the sweat off his brow, “Yeah, I suppose but, this is the only time I have for my stuff”.
“You didn’t answer my first question, do you need another card?” She held one up.
“Uh, no I didn’t want to seem well, you know, pushy.” Will was lying and she knew it.
“I heard you were awfully shy but, I think I can get you over that”, Jasmine’s tongue moved from the corner of her mouth and disappeared as she playfully bit her lower lip, smiled a very seductive smile and her blue eyes iced him.
“Who told you I’m shy?” Will wasn’t on any social web sites so; someone must be talking to her.
“My research tells me you are 24, don’t have a wife or a girl friend and it appears not a boyfriend either if, you know what I mean.” She continued, “It’s obvious you need some help with the social graces so, why don’t we start with dinner? Grab a shower and I’ll pick you up around six.”
Jasmine was, once again, gone before Will could fully process what was happening.
Will showered, shaved, combed his hair, brushed his teeth twice, put on his best jeans & western shirt and the cool new boots that hurt his feet. In this process it had occurred to him Jasmine was picking him up resulting in mental questions.
Questions Will vocalized when no one was around, were directed to Air Buddy, an imaginary friend he had invented years ago, who Will talked when, he was really talking to himself. “This seems backward, how did I get into this? Oh yeah, why did I tell her, I wanted, to see those shorts?” Air Buddy was silent as usual.
The throaty sound of a Porsche 997 Turbo broke Will’s concentration and caused him to lean and peer out his front window. Will recognized Jasmine as the beautiful blue eyed, blonde pilot. I’m way outclassed, he thought, suddenly feeling his stomach was knotting and as he headed out the front door he was thinking, he hoped this would get over quickly.
“You have to open your own door” Jasmine teased, “Say, you do clean up rather well”.
Will pretended not to notice the low cut blouse or, Jasmine’s cleavage, or Jasmine’s over the knee skirt and bare feet. It all seemed strange until Will noticed pair of classy shoes wedged between the seats. She would put them on before they entered the restaurant.
Jasmine smelled absolutely delicious and it was a perfume Will had never experienced tantalizing his nose. He leaned back slightly, inhaled and Jasmine noticed, “Do you like it?” It was as if, she could read his mind as she flipped her wrist under Will’s nose, “I ordered it from a shop in France ”.
“Very sweet” Will slightly relaxed.
Dinner went well partially, because the restaurant she chose was not too upper-crusty. Jasmine did most of the talking which, was in the form of questions. Will wondered if she had been to law school so to be safe, he answered as briefly as possible.