It was early summer when I had to make a trip to Home Depot to pick up mulch, fill dirt, and a few other items.

I went inside the home section first and picked up my odds and ends; the smell of a Home Depot, Lowe’s, etc is intoxicating.

Moving outside to the garden center, I wrangle a large flat cart and get to work at slinging bags of mulch and dirt onto it. Business as usual; shaping up to be a classic Home Depot trip.

I finish up and head to the registers at the front of the department and queue up in a small line to one register. As I pulled up, I noticed another flat cart derelict against the entrance to a closed register. The line continued to slowly move and I thought nothing of it; customers continued to line up behind me, and I got closer to the abandoned cart.

Suddenly. A curly brown-haired woman, late 40s, and wearing yogas with an athletic top arrived to claim the derelict cart. She had an attractive face behind her sunglasses and she looked up from the cart once she noticed the line before her. She looked from register to the far reach of the end of the line, and I saw a look of panic. She gripped her cart and was about to set off on her path to the back of the line when she caught my eye.

I gestured to the front of me, and gave her the “you can cut in front of me” face; whatever the fuck that face looks like, is what I was hoping to convey. Luckily, she was savy and picked up on my short-hand body language.

“Are you sure?”

I told her no problem, and it looked like her cart was there first anyways. The line was moving forward, and instead of moving more I allowed her some space to get in the queue. She thanked me again, and we went back to our phones.

While waiting I obviously had some time to look at the athletic Home Depot patron more, and I noticed nicely toned legs that led to a small and fit ass. My phone was out, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it at that point.

After finishing her checkout, she turns to me and thanks me one last time for letting her in line. My checkout goes fairly quickly, and I’m out of the garden center and pushing my cart into the parking lot when I see the athletic woman loading her car in the lane over from mine. I decide to take the long way around and walk by her cart which still had a few potted plants and bags of stone on it.

I slow my cart and offer to help load up the last items for her; she laughs and says I didn’t have to but wouldn’t turn me down! We start chatting about the projects we’re working on, and I move the bags of stone into the back of her silver SUV. I move the plants to the concrete while she disposed of the cart nearby. The plants took a short bit of Tetris work to fit without breakage, and by the time I finished loading the plants, the athletic milf was climbing into the front seat of the SUV.

I could hear her from the front of car thanking me again for the help, and her driver’s side window rolled down as I walked up to finish our conversation. She says what I assumed would be her final “thank you” and i was prepared to give her my best “your welcome”; when she instead says:

“I have something I want to give you to thank you if you’re interested”

I told her that I’d be very interested to know what she wanted to give me; she bites her lip and her hands slide down her stomach to the edge of her athletic shirt. She lifts her shirt, exposing her b-cup tits, the right with a cute nipple ring. She glances down and raises her eyebrows with a devilish smile; she beckons me to give them a touch.

Needless to say, next summer I will be going back to Home Depot for garden supplies.