Loading had taken some time and everything was in its place to be quickly accessible. The oppressive heat made it difficult to be so organized.
"Hello!" I wrenched the garage door the rest of the way closed and turned to see her, my neighbor, my busy body neighbor.
"So, what are you hiding?" There was a big grin on her face as she asked. Apparently, I looked sufficiently guilty.
"Ah, nothing," I said, in my most convincing tone.
"Well, if that's the case, you won't mind if I look, will you!" She grabbed the handle of the garage door, opened it and slowly walked in. I hoped she wouldn't see anything but she's smarter than that. She lifted the utility lid and saw a few of the signs, the ladder and tools.
"Mmm! So, what are you up to?"
"Nothing," I replied, but I'm not a good liar and must have been bright red, much more that the sun could be blamed for!
"Well, make sure it's like that when I get back. I won't be long." She hurried off as I watched. "Nosy neighbors," I thought, "bloody hell, what to do!"
I went inside, poured a coffee and thought, the whole project now in jeopardy. For a whole year I'd successfully hidden it from her and now, at the eleventh hour, I'd been sprung. A lot of work had gone into this, I wasn't happy to let it go and a nefarious little voice talked to me.
"Let her come, if she's in it too she won't tell anyone. So long as she's in it too, after all she has invited herself!" I sat and thought about whether the nefarious me was right and whether it was fair. Right or wrong, the nefarious little voice won and I made an extra thermos of coffee, with milk and sugar, for Mavis, and added it to the box of provisions.
" Yoohoo!" It was Mavis at the back door and she was coming in. With her she had a bag and she'd changed her clothes, she was now wearing shorts, an oversized tee shirt and a pair of sneakers, she looked terrific, and very sexy. I guessed was appropriately dressed because it was going to be a very hot summer night.
"Ready?" she asked.
Mavis was unusually chatty as I drove, but she didn't talk about what we were about to do. She's very perceptive and had probably worked it all out for herself any way. She talked about work, the idiots in sales, the boss and the auditors. As she did she often touched my knee for emphasis, something she'd never done before. The drive was a lot more pleasant than I'd anticipated and her touch was delightful, especially with the air conditioner on.
Eventually there, I drove slowly through the town. Midnight, and like every good country town everyone was asleep. Not a movement in town tonight, just as I hoped, we slowly drove around, the hum of air conditioners was noticeable as people slept cool in their bedrooms while outside sweltered in the heat.
After we'd seen all of town we drove to the lookout and had a supper of coffee and chocolate. Caffeine and energy, I thought we'd need them. The chocolate was almost runny with the heat but it tasted good. I then checked the back of the utility and we started.
At the base of the hill we stopped and put up the sign saying "Southern Ski Slope". Down the road we put up the sign, "Reindeer Agistment." Around the town we went putting up signs. "Snow Chain Changing Bay", "Southern Ice Skating Pond", "Toboggan Centre", "Reindeer Stud", "Northern Reindeer Sale Yards", "Reindeer Fodder", "Northern Slaloming Course", "Ski Jump"; there were so many signs, I never really appreciated how many as I was making them through the year.
We attached them to electricity poles and telegraph poles, they looked so official. Mavis held the ladder each time while I climbed and tied the signs on. It was a little tricky in the dark, we didn't use the torch any more than necessary. With every sign we put up I sprinkled a few handfuls of small paper stars to hint at magic, or snowflakes- I wondered what people would think. Mavis was beginning to hint that she wanted to put up some signs too and that I could hold the ladder for her.
We drove into town, parked away from the street lights and started. It was hot work carrying the signs in the heat.
"I want to put one up." Mavis said. But speed was important and I wanted to do it. She held the ladder for me while outside the general store I put up the sign saying, "Sleigh Bells Cheap."
"Can I put up the next one?" she asked. But I ignored her and put it up. I was in a hurry, because I didn't to be caught. I looked down at Mavis as she held the ladder, her legs were spread and she leaned forward to give some stability. I tied the sign on quickly and as I climbed down I looked at her and saw that her tee shirt was ballooning out at the front. As I descended I couldn't help but look. I could see inside her tee shirt to the ground underneath. Her breasts framed the light along with the tee shirt. I hesitated to look, then remembered the mission and descended the rest of the way to get another sign.
"Quality Scarves, Mittens and Balaclavas for Sale." She held my leg while I tied the sign to the post. It was too dark to be looking down Mavis's shirt, the verandah of shaded us from the light. I was pleased that the rest of the signs were for darker places where distraction wouldn't be so easy.
At the service station she asked again but I put up the sign, "Snow Mobile Repairs Here!" and her hands were high around my thigh as I tied the sign to a pole. "I'm not going to ask again." She wrapped her hands around my thigh again as I secured the next sign. " Heating Oil Here!" It was a strange feeling, her hand on my thigh was warm and added uncomfortably to the heat of the night but it was also electric. Years had passed since I had any intimate contact with anyone; since before my wife died, having had to nurse her for those three long years. Mavis's touch was so welcome.
At the carpenter's shop I put up the sign saying, "Sleigh Runners- Repaired and New." Her hands were so high on my thigh they were inside the leg of my shorts.
The police station promised to be the most difficult as there were no convenient poles to tie the sign to and I had to stretch a wire from one tree to another and hang the sign from that. As I tied the wire to one tree Mavis held my thigh, her hand was touching my balls. Then we stretched the wire to the other tree and I climbed the ladder again. As I was tying the wire to that I felt her hand go inside my shorts, inside my jocks and she pulled my cock out.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking!" she said and she suddenly pulled both pairs of my pants down to my ankles. I was very surprised. In all the years I had been her neighbor she had never done anything like this or even hinted at it.
"I'll check for signs here. I might be able to get something up," she said. I was stretched trying to get the wire around the tree high enough that the sign wouldn't hang too low. It was very awkward as I felt her hand begin to pump my cock. Finally I managed to get the wire around the tree, pulled it tight and was able to twitch it in place. Mavis continued to pump and my cock twitched. My pliers were in the pocket of my shorts and they were at my ankles, I was hobbled.
"Err, can I have the pliers please?"
"Sure, but can you wait a while, I'm busy." My cock was huge, throbbing and erect as she continued to pump.
"I'm not going to ask again," she said, I couldn't see her face but I thought she would have a huge grin. I began to panic, there were so many more signs and I didn't want to be found like this by the local constabulary when they turned up for work in the morning.
