Bobby was on the yearbook staff and one of the jobs he had was contacting local merchants to see if they would purchase an ad in the yearbook. After school one day, he stopped in at a small shop that sold clothing and other items made of leather and fur to see if they might want to buy an ad in the yearbook.
The woman behind standing behind the counter in the shop was slim, not very pretty, and had straight shoulder-length blonde hair. Although she wasn't attractive, Bobby did notice that the woman had an incredibly good body, though, and the quality of it was revealed by her snug-fitting clothes - a pair of painted on jeans and an equally tight tank top.
The woman had her head down and appeared to be concentrating on something she was sewing. She didn't look up when the young man walked in, even though a bell hanging on the door jingled.
Bobby didn't want to disturb the woman, so he wandered around the shop, looking over the variety of items on display, while he waited for her to finish what she was working on.
Finally, the blonde stopped sewing, cut a dangling thread, looked up and smiled weakly at the young man. "Hi," she said softly. "Can I help you?"
Bobby smiled at her. "I...I was just wondering if..." He realized there were tears in the woman' eyes. He could see them dripping onto the object lying on the counter she had been working on when he came in. Then the woman's shoulders began shaking and she stood there, sobbing quietly.
Bobby wasn't sure what to do. He took a deep breath. "Are...are you all right?" he asked.
The woman finally got herself under control, shrugged, and gave him another weak smile. "I...I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't be acting like this..." she said hesitantly, "I...I'm OK."
"What are you working on?" Bobby asked. He'd always wondered what working with fur and leather was like.
"I...I'm making a vest," the woman replied.
"Would you mind if I watched while you work on it?" Bobby said, "I'd kinda like to see how you do it. I've always been interested in working with leather and fur. It looks like it could be kinda neat, you know? I've never really been able to make stuff."
"I...I don't mind if you watch," the woman said, "I really do need to get this order done. I...I promised it for tomorrow." She walked around the counter, went to the door, locked it, and hung a "Closed" sign in the window. "I was going to close early today, anyhow," she told Bobby, "Business has been slow today, anyhow." She picked up the article she'd been working on.
"What kind of skin is that?" Bobby asked.
"Calfskin," she replied.
"I was wondering," he said, "don't you get a lot of grief from animal rights people?"
The woman shrugged. "I like working with fur," she said. "I only deal with people who use humane methods of producing fur, you know?"
"Oh," Bobby said. He knew nothing about the fur business. He sat down next to a pile of soft, silky furs and stroked them absently as they talked. "So," he said, "What were you so upset about when I came in?"
"It...it isn't important," the woman replied, she sewed a seam on the garment with her sewing machine.
"It was upsetting enough to make you cry," Bobby said.
"Well..." The woman took a deep breath and, even though she didn't know the young man, she found herself telling him what was bothering her. Once she started talking, she couldn't stop. Her fiancé dumped her and she felt very alone. By the time she finished the story, she was sobbing again and tears were cascading down her cheeks.
Bobby, who was now sorry he'd asked her about what was bothering her, felt an urge to take the crying woman in his arms, hold her, and make the bad feelings go away. He felt guilty because he had upset her all over again and was sorry he'd gotten her talking. He stood up, walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry I asked you about that stuff," he said softly. "I shouldn't have bugged you to tell me all that. Things will be all right. They really will."
"Oh God!" the woman sobbed. "I feel so awful!"
Bobby was surprised when she turned, moved against him and buried her head against his chest. He put his arms around her and, as she nestled her face into the crook of his neck, he felt her silken hair tickling him, making his skin tingle. He rubbed her back as she cried softly. Finally, her sobbing grew softer and, eventually, she quieted.
The woman took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at him.
Bobby smiled at her hopefully. "Things really will be OK," he said. "You just have to give yourself time."
"Thank you," she said. "You're very nice." She kissed him softly on the lips. Then she pulled back and looked at him again, her eyes filled with questions. Without saying a word, she kissed him again, but this time the kiss was neither soft nor short.
Unprepared for the feelings the second kiss awakened, Bobby could do little other than tighten his arms around the woman's fine, firm body and return the kiss.
The woman, still in Bobby's arms, leaned back and looked at him again. Her face was flushed, she looked confused, and her chest was moving in and out wonderfully as she gasped for breath.
Bobby, knowing somehow, that she wouldn't stop him, lifted his hand, cupped it around the back of her head, and pulled her face toward him again. Once more, their lips joined. Embers of desire which had been lit by their earlier kisses flared wildly in the young man's body when their lips met the third time. Those flames flared brighter when the woman's tongue slipped into his mouth. The young man returned the lingual caress while exquisite sensations continued to rock him. He felt her embrace tighten.
When the kiss ended, Bobby continued to hold the woman against him. He could feel her shaking. Powerful sexual tension had developed between them without either of them intending for it to happen, and Bobby sensed, without knowing how he knew, that if he didn't keep things going, she'd stop him and all this would end.
Since she seemed to like kissing him, he pulled the woman into yet another passionate kiss. Again their tongues dueled. By the time the kiss ended, the woman was flushed and, Bobby thought, looked more desirable than any woman he'd ever seen.
The slim blonde leaned back in his arms and gazed at him. Bobby could see the emotional turmoil she was experiencing reflected in her eyes. Her hips were pressing against his, rotating slowly, telling him what she wanted him to do, so he did it. His hands slid onto her finely-molded buttocks and pulled her against the swollen bulge at his middle.
The woman looked directly into his eyes and nodded ever so slightly.
Bobby, his pulse booming, scooped her into his arms. He felt her head fall against his shoulder, and her hair tickled his face. She was light. He was so excited he was afraid his cock would tear through his pants!
The woman rode lightly in his arms, slender arms around his neck, as he carried her through a door into the shop's back room. Once he and the woman arrived in the back room, Bobby gently set her down on a pile of deerskins, then he stood there, his chest heaving, his heart pounding, looking down at her, amazed by how far the situation had evolved without either of them saying a word. He continued to remain silent, knelt and began to trace the woman's face lightly with his fingers.
The woman inhaled deeply when Bobby began to caress her, but didn't utter a word, nor did she make any attempt to resist his caresses. He let his finger roam over her neck and whatever skin was exposed by her outfit. She lay on the pile of skins, a look of delight on her face, an occasional soft sigh or deep intake of breath the only indicators of her response to what Bobby was doing.
When he tried to tug her tank top out of her jeans, she put her hand on his. Her action confused Bobby, who reacted by covering her mouth with his and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She arched her neck and, moaning softly, wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tongue slid into his mouth and lashed his. While the kiss persisted, Bobby finished tugging the tank top out of her jeans and slid it up.
When the kiss ended, the woman sat up and raised her arms over her head so Bobby could pull her top over her head, then she laid back on the soft animal pelts, staring up at him, her eyes soft, filled with a combination of fear and longing.
Bobby surveyed her body, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest for a few seconds. Then he resumed caressing her, keeping his touch as light as he could. Her skin felt like warm silk. His hands moved to her breasts and circled the perfectly formed mounds, moving out toward her erecting nipples, which were surprisingly large.
Her breath hissed from her - making a sound very like a sigh - and her back arched as Bobby continued to stroke her chest. Neither of them had uttered a word since their first kiss. The young man was captivated by how soft the woman's skin was. He loved the contrast between the soft surfaces of her breasts and her firm, rubbery nipples. He enjoyed the sounds his touches evoked and the way her body moved in response to his touch.
He wanted to feel those succulent nipples between his lips, so he bent over her and drew one taut bud gently into his mouth. He heard the sound of rushing air as the woman inhaled powerfully. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled his lips against her.
The young man's lips journeyed from one erect nipple to its mate, then back, evoking more impassioned sounds and increasingly insistent movements from his partner.
While his lips worked on the woman's breasts, Bobby slid his hand over her smooth, flat belly and unfastened the snap at the waist of her jeans. With the snug pants loosened, he was able to slide his hand inside them and did, exploring, seeking her center. The woman continued uttering her unique sounds of pleasure and her hips continued to undulate.
Bobby took time from kissing her breasts to begin working her snug jeans down over her nicely-shaped hips and legs. The woman, remaining silent, raised her hips to make his task easier. The jeans slid down with surprising ease, considering how tight they were. He dropped them on the floor.
