A Special Customer

Mr. Andrews quickly put his son to work. Archie was soon busy stocking shelves, sweeping the floors, and cleaning out garbage from the stock room. Saturday morning was usually busy in Andrew's Hardware and today was no different. A steady stream of customers, mostly men, came in, talked and laughed, wandered the store, and bought tools of supplies for their weekend home projects. About 9:30 the store actually got crowded. With both his Dad and Tom, the regular clerk in the store, busy at the front counter, Archie helped a few men pick out plumbing hardware or find just the right tool for a job at home.

It stayed so busy that Archie and his Dad didn't get a break for lunch until almost 2 pm. They were sitting near the stockroom eating the sandwiches Mom had made them; Tom was up front at the counter. Archie's mind wandered back to Miss Randal's apartment and the wild night he and his pals had experienced. Archie was wonder what was going to happen next week when school started. He was barely aware that his pants had tented.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch, but could you help me?" Archie was jolted out of his day-dreaming. He looked up to see Mrs. Marshall standing over him.

Mrs. Marshall was the wife of Dr. Marshall, a new doctor in town. She was in her mid-30's and fairly attractive. Archie had seen her playing tennis several time at Veronica's country club.

"I want to buy a bird feeder. I saw just what I wanted, but I can't reach it. Would you be a doll and get it for me?"

Before Archie could respond, Mr. Andrews answered, "Of course he can. We're here to give our customers the best service there is!"

Archie set his half-eaten sandwich down and followed Mrs Marshall down the aisle. He carefully adjusted his pants to hide his erection, hoping it would go down quickly.

"There it is!" Mrs. Marshall stopped and pointed at one of the most expensive feeder stocked on the top shelf. "That's the one I want."

"I'd be happy to get that Mrs. Marshall. I just need to get the ladder." Archie hurried to bring the short ladder to the aisle and quickly returned. He climbed up and reached for the feeder.

"Now don't fall." Mrs. Marshall reached out to steady the boy as he brought the box with the feeder down. Archie was sure the woman had felt his now-soft cock. Did her hand linger a bit too long?

Archie brought the feed to the front counter. Mrs, Marshall then asked him to find a good, strong mounting post and some bird feed that would bring in songbird. When Archie returned with a stout post and a bag of feed, Mrs. Marshall was busy talking with Archie's Dad.

"Archie," Mr. Andrews said as he smiled at the younger woman, "Dr. Marshall is up in Chicago for a medical conference. Mrs. Marshall wants to surprise him with this bird feeder when he gets home tomorrow night. I told her you'd be happy to dig a post hole and install the feeder for her.... Won't you?" His tone was not that of a question.

Archie loaded the feeder, the post, the bird seed, a hole digger, some tools, and a couple of clamps into the trunk of Mrs. Marshall's new Cadillac. He climbed into the new car and Mrs. Marshall drove off towards Riverhill, the fancy part of town where she lived.