Which of the toys that I’d seen on her table were her favorite?
What did she look like when she used them?
Did she hide in the dark like she was doing something naughty, or slide the toy between her thighs anytime the mood struck?
Once again, I pushed the thought away.
“So this is really a problem people have?” I asked as we continued to play around with ideas. She was close enough that I could smell her shampoo, something soft and warm, and feel the heat off her shoulder.
We’d already circled this topic, but I couldn’t help wondering why this was a better solution than just keeping things in a closet or whatever.
“Yep, I asked around in some mom groups on social media to see if it was something people might buy before I started trying to design it.”
I nodded, my eyebrows coming together.
She glanced at me. “I can see you still have questions.”
“I just wonder why someone would keep things in a nightstand if they are worried their kid will find it.”
She laughed. “You know in movies when the male character says he’s going to rock her world all night long?”
Heat pooled in my groin at her words, and I nodded. “Well, when you have kids, theall night longpart is getting up to change diapers and get them a drink of water or whatever. So your sex life is broken down into little snippets of time whenever you can get them. You need all the supplies close by.”
“Need to be prepared for a quickie at any moment?” I asked, willing my dick to stay calm.
She moved, leaning over me to examine the drawer slide. “Bingo. Since bed is the most comfortable place to have sex, the nightstand it is. Get all cozy under the covers, turn to the person next to you, and go to town.”
I swallowed. I knew she meant in bed, but it wasn’t lost on me that as she said it, I was the one next to her. Plus, she washypothetically talking about some verynothypothetical things that were getting menothypothetically turned on.
“What about the shower? Seems like you’d have more privacy there.” My breathing was shallower than it should have been, and my overactive imagination was constructing images in overdrive.
She bit her lip. “With kids, showers are tricky. You can’t hear them cry over the sound of the water. Hell, when Benji was small it was a challenge just to get a shower at all.”
“What if your kid was older, say, in high school?” She glanced over at me. “For example,” I added quickly.
She licked her lips and held my eyes. “That’s a different story. They do make waterproof toys so people can have fun in the shower. Alone or…not. I mean, you’d already be naked, hands sliding over your skin. Soap making things all slippery.” Her eyes dropped to my mouth, and my lips parted in a gasp.
I’d been crushing on the single mom since I first saw her, eager to help her with her project. I’d resisted asking her out because I knew she had a full plate and I didn’t want to be the one to have it overflow and fall apart. Besides, I hadn’t picked up any vibe that she might be interested in me until right now, as we sat close enough to share air between us.
Should I take a chance and make a move, or pull away?
Before I could make up my mind, she blinked and looked away. “Maybe I can make a version of this that can work with a bathroom vanity, if we get the design sorted out.”
The moment, whatever it had been, was gone. For her, anyway. My cock was half hard down the leg of my shorts and I hoped it deflated before she noticed.
She stood. “Well, I think having something that pulls open on the side, like how you open a box to mail a letter, would work the best. What do you think?”
I thought we should reenact what she said about hands sliding over skin, but I couldn’t say that. “I agree, why don’t we try to build a basic one, and go from there?”
She nodded, and we got to work.
A nightstand isn’t a complicated design, and we both had experience building things, so we had a prototype put together from scrap wood I had lying around in no time.
Vera grabbed the tape measure and took a few measurements of the pull-out on the side. “It’s big enough to fit the biggest toys,” she confirmed. “Couldn’t fit a ton of them in there at once, but I think it will do the job.”
She beamed at me and I basked in its glow. I was such a sucker.
“So where do we go from here?” I asked, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
