Melissa Wors at the Hardware Store

Melissa served me again today, at the hardware store.

I needed a single 120mm bolt, a washer, and a nut, just the one set, that was it. The store sells them as a nut-and-bolt with a single stock code, for two bucks forty, and the washer has its own code. Thirty cents, can you believe that? I've got cash, a two dollar coin and a dollar, so the transaction is easy. Thirty cents change, money in the till, her fingers are warm, and Melissa is fucking gorgeous. She really is.

She's, I don't know, early forties? In that hardware store shirt with her name sewn over her right breast. Melissa; there's a nice little curve on the name badge. Her breasts, they're a nice pair, not big, not small, pressing against a couple of buttons. No cleavage to be seen, but I'd like to see cleavage, just a little, just a bit. A slice of cleavage, that would be nice. She's close to the counter, and I glance down, hoping. She's wearing a tight pair of dark jeans, but I only get a glimpse.

The last time I saw her, a month or so ago, it was warmer, she wore shorts. It's getting colder now, but the store is warm enough, she still only needs a shirt, not a jumper or a jacket. Her jeans, from the glimpse that I get, they're tight. A curvy little woman in tight jeans, what's not to like?

Her smile is absolutely delightful. Melissa's got creases in the corners of her eyes, she's a woman who smiles a lot, her face lights up. She is so good for business - it's so much better being served by Melissa. The guys in the store, they're okay, they're very helpful. But they're not Melissa. She's gorgeous and they're bald fat blokes, and that's all there is to it.

She's Melissa, works in the hardware store.

I show her my loyalty card and she scans it. I say, "This transaction's probably not going to earn much, it's only a few bucks."

"Every bit helps," she replies, and her face lights up. "Look, you've got two dollars sixty, you can just about get this purchase free."

I say, "No, I'll do this one cash, keep the credit for later."

She says, "Okay," and I hand her the coins, touch her fingers, and her hand is warm as she takes the money. She's quite a bit shorter than I am, and she looks up at me, and did I say Melissa was gorgeous? She really is.

And I say (and you won't believe this, you'll say it's bullshit), "It'll give me an excuse to come back and see you another time."

Melissa registers what I've just said. She looks up at me, says something but I don't take in what she says, but she smiles the loveliest smile and looks down. And she blushes. Melissa knows that I'm flirting and she blushes. Right there at the counter, her cheeks flush and she is so, so lovely.

I say, "I've made you blush."

"You have," Melissa replies, and she hands me the change from the till, and the receipt, very carefully, very deliberately, folded in half. She places the money and the paper into my hand. I don't know if her fingers lingered, or whether she was just making sure I didn't drop the change. I pick up the bolt, and Melissa's undone the nut and slipped the washer on, done the nut back up a couple of turns, and she hands it to me. Her eyes are bright and we both know we're flirting, and she knows she's affected me.

I think I might have touched Melissa, too. I'm not saying I made her day, but when a woman blushes and smiles with deep creases in the corners of her eyes, and there's that glow that she's got...

I expect when I go back another time, and she's there, she'll recognise me. I have absolutely no idea what she might do, what she might say, but there's a tiny tingly feeling inside that we might flirt again. I'd like that, and I think she might too. It'll break up her day, anyway.

I went out of the store and didn't look back. I have no idea if Melissa followed me with her eyes, or whether she turned straight away to her next customer. There was someone behind me, I do remember that, but I remember her blush even more. So much so, I wrote this.

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