A Valentine's Seduction

Author's Note: This is part of Autumn - the Lesbian Huntress Series.

Valentine's Day was just around the corner, and I was depressed. I know you're not supposed to be sad on the day set aside for love, but I had a good reason. It was last February 14

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that my husband decided he didn't want me anymore. Doug could be an asshole, but when he wanted to, he could turn on the charm - like on Valentine's Day.

Most years, he filled the holiday with flowers, delicious meals, romantic settings - which often led to great sex. Doug had a great cock which he used to bring me to intense orgasms before squirting a prestigious amount of cum into my pussy. So, it was incredibly shocking when he announced on our Valentine's Day dinner out that he was leaving me and wanted a divorce.

He left me there, alone, and with the check. I cried and begged and tried to reach him, but he'd had someone move all his stuff out and then ghosted me. Later, I heard he'd shacked up with a work colleague (how stereotypical!). I finally admitted to myself that Doug was a raging narcissist and that I was better off without him.

With the holiday only a week away, though, memories of the good times and that final horrible night came back sharply. I found myself having to step into the stockroom of my store to shed a tear and hopefully not be noticed. Turns out that strategy changed my life forever.

"Are you okay?" a soft voice said from behind me.

I turned, quickly wiping tears away. I guess I'd been sobbing not so quietly.

"Sorry... yes, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," the voice said.

I looked up as my vision cleared and saw a woman, about ten years younger than me, standing in the doorway. She was tall and athletic looking with blonde hair and deep blue eyes that pierced right into my soul. The look of concern on her face was touching.

"I didn't mean to intrude," the woman said, taking a step forward. "I didn't see anyone and heard you back here. I, uh, I can come back if this is a bad time."

"No, don't be silly," I said, recovering my composure. "I'll be right out to help you."

"No problem," the woman said, turning to leave.

I stepped back out into the main retail space. The woman was looking at a rack of dresses, her delicate fingers tracing the soft fabric.

"That's one of my favorites," I said.

"I love it," she said, looking up with those blue eyes again. "I don't recognize the label."

"That's because they're all my designs."

The woman's eyebrows shot up and she gazed around the shop. "Everything?"

I laughed. "Practically. Not the purses, shoes, and accessories - but all the clothes. I design them and some very talented local seamstresses make them for me."

"I'm so impressed," she said, looking back at me.

"Thank you. It's been a dream come true for me."

"Well, judging from what I'm seeing, I'll be able to find the perfect outfit. Lots to choose from!"

"Well, let me know if I can help. That's part of what I love about owning my own shop. I can provide really personal service to my customers, and I even do free alterations."

"Well, I'm now totally impressed," the woman said, walking around the rack towards me. "Autumn," she said, putting out her hand.

I took it. It was warm and very soft. "Michelle. Nice to meet you, Autumn."

Autumn put her other hand on mine and squeezed gently. "I know we've just met, but I'm a good listener if you ever want to talk about it."

I looked up into her eyes and saw a look of deep concern. "Thank you, Autumn, but I'll be fine. Now, what can we find for you?"

Autumn smiled and let go. "The perfect Valentine's Day outfit. That's what I need."

"Oh!" I said, hoping the surprise in my voice didn't come through.

"Is that okay?" Autumn said, that look of concern returning.

"Oh, of course," I laughed. "It is that time of year, right? It's just a little painful for me, that's all."

"Bad break up?"

"The worst. And on Valentine's Day."

"I'm so sorry," Autumn said, putting her hand on my forearm. "Is that why..."

"I was crying. Yep. But it's in the past and I'm looking forward to new things!"

"New relationships?"

"Sure," I said, looking at her hand and liking her gentle touch. "Not that I've had any... but I'm sure they'll come."

"I bet they will," Autumn said, squeezing my arm slightly. "You are very beautiful. I'm surprised someone didn't snatch you right up!"

I laughed slightly. "Well, I don't know. I've kind of sworn off men. They can be such jerks!"

Autumn smiled slightly. I couldn't tell what her expression meant. She didn't say anything more but turned and started going through dresses again.

"Um, you know, I guess the first step is that I need to get your measurements."

"Oh, sure," Autumn said, turning back.

I grabbed a measuring tape and started quickly getting her shoulders, waist, arms and legs. She seemed totally relaxed as I measured her inseam.

"You've had your bust measured before, yes?" I said standing.

"Um, sure," Autumn said.

I had to move in close to wrap the measuring tape around her back. Though I'd measured hundreds of women, for some reason it felt different with Autumn. Maybe it was the smell of her shampoo or just a vibe she was giving off. I felt nervous for some reason. I measured underneath her breasts then put the tape across her chest. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were erect and poking out from her clingy top. This had happened before but this time I reacted strangely - a weird tingly feeling in my gut.

"36 D. Does that sound right?"

"Yep," Autumn said, only inches from me.

Somewhat flustered, I stepped back and made some notes. She was rattling me.

"Okay, that's the easy part. Next, I need to learn more about you and your preferences. I like to do that over tea or coffee next door. That all right?"

"Of course!" Autumn said. "As long as I can learn about you too."

We stepped out and I put a sign on the door telling customers to find me next door. I used the little coffee shop on a daily basis to meet with customers, vendors, and just to keep connected to the community. Everybody knew me and my drink of choice - a chai latte.

We sat at a small table near the window. That way I could see if anyone wanted to shop at my store. It had been a slow day, so I wasn't anticipating much foot traffic. Autumn ordered the same drink and our lattes arrived quickly.

"So," I began, "tell me about yourself. What makes Autumn tick?"

She laughed gently. "Well, I'm 19 and I'm in college studying chemistry, believe it or not."

"Chemistry? I'm impressed."

"I guess I've always been a science nerd," Autumn said after taking a sip. "I like seeing reactions when you mix elements together to get surprising results. Kind of like relationships."

Autumn had this easy way about her, like you were instantly her best friend. She tossed her long blonde hair to the side when she made a point and smiled this mischievous grin, like you were in on some big secret.

"Are we dressing for a special guy?" I asked, trying to focus myself back on business.

Autumn paused. "No guy, but someone special."

"Hmm, sounds mysterious. A girl maybe?"

"Maybe," she said - with that same grin. "I do like girls."

"I'm generally in favor of the female sex," I said with a smile.

"You are?" Autumn asked, her very blonde eyebrows rising slightly.

"Well, um, uh," I stammered, "I mean I like women. But... I, um, haven't ever been with a woman, if that's what you mean. Oh dear, I don't know what I'm saying!"

I felt embarrassment rise and I knew my face was turning red.

Autumn laughed and per her hand back on my forearm.

"It's okay, Michelle. To tell the truth, I've only ever been with women. I don't know what it's like to be intimate with a guy. Is it okay?"

I paused for a moment. "It can be. I know Doug was an incredible lover. He used to make me cum so hard... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so forward."

"No worries from me," Autumn said, her hand still on my arm. "I've been curious. I just have had such wonderful experiences loving other women that I'm in no rush!"

I looked at Autumn - the first actual lesbian I'd ever met. I let curiosity get the best of me. "So... wonderful? Um, being with a woman?"

"So wonderful, Michelle. Women are so gentle and loving. Their skin is so soft, and their lips do such amazing things to your body. Man! I'm getting aroused just thinking about it!"

I couldn't help but picture Autumn, nude, her legs wide open and some woman with her head buried there, giving Autumn an intense orgasm.

"Michelle?" Autumn said. "Did I say something wrong?"

I came out of my thoughts, embarrassed. "Oh... no, not at all. I just have never met someone, um, like you."

"You mean a lesbian?"

I nodded.

"You don't get around much, do you?" Autumn said, laughing slightly.

"I guess not," I answered. "Doug kind of messed with my mojo."

"Well, we'll just to take care of that sometime - get you out there! You deserve lots of pleasure."

There was something in her look - something a bit sensual. Her fingers traced my arm just slightly. It sent chills up and down and created feelings I had not had in a long time.

"Um, maybe we should go," I said, pulling my arm back. "I've got some ideas for you, um, back at the store."

"Sounds good!" Autumn said, standing.

I unlocked the door, and we went in. While Autumn roamed around, I gathered some dresses I thought might look good on her body type. I found myself picking out some pretty sexy things, but her frank talk had inspired me.

"You can try these on back there," I said, motioning to the dressing rooms. "Let me know if you need anything - a different size or whatever."

"Sounds good," Autumn said, as I put my choices on a hanger in the dressing room and closed the curtain.

I stood outside and noticed my breathing had increased. I felt flushed and strange, not at all like my controlled self. After a few minutes I calmed down and started rearranging some of the racks.

"Michelle, can you help me?" Autumn called out.

"Sure," I said, stepping into the dressing room area. "What can I do?"

"I can't seem to get this undone. Can you help?"

"Um, sure," I said. I pushed open the curtains and Autumn was facing away from me. She had her hands behind her back, trying to undo a zipper that had stuck. "Here, let me get that," I said. "Sometimes these zippers don't work as well as they should."

I got it unstuck and unzipped the dress. It had one of those top to bottom zippers so when it came loose, the dress dropped to the ground. I took in a sharp breath. The mirror on the other side of the room showed Autumn in her bra and panties. They matched - black, lacy, nearly see-through. She was so lovely - straight blonde hair below her shoulders, her waist curved in on the sides, her stomach flat, her legs long and athletic, and her large breasts held so tightly that her nipples and areola showed through the thin fabric.

"So sorry!" I said, starting to back out.

"Don't be," Autumn said, turning around. "I'm not sorry."

She looked at me and glanced down at my chest. As I followed her gaze, I noticed my own nipples poking out of my bra. I looked back up to see Autumn smiling.

"Thanks," she said softly.

"Oh, um, sure," I said, taking the dress and exiting the room.

I was flushed and confused. What was happening to me? Was I getting aroused by another woman's body? That was ridiculous. I'd never even thought about being with a woman. And Autumn was a customer. Wasn't that some sort of conflict of interest?

"You look like you work out a lot," I said, trying to move the conversation back to a more professional level. "I'll keep that in mind as we fit you for your special outfit."

"Sure. Thanks," Autumn said, as she came out of the dressing room. "It's tennis. I play, in college. Have for a long time." She paused. "Um, I guess I need to go but is tomorrow too soon to come back?"

"Tomorrow should be great," I said. "I'll have some ideas for you for sure."

"Okay, see you then."

The little bell on my shop door clanged as Autumn left. It left me confused and a bit disappointed in myself. Why had I pulled away emotionally like that? Autumn was a really nice person... and so beautiful. I guess I was ashamed, not at my emotional reaction, but my physical reaction. Seeing her in her underwear had sparked something in me I hadn't felt in a long time. Arousal? For a woman? I shook my head as if to clear the feelings away. I was not a lesbian. I was a nothing at the moment.

I spent much of the evening going over designs and fabrics. For some reason I was putting in extra effort for Autumn. It was creative and felt good. Almost too good as I pictured her in the outfits I was designing - how they'd fit over her gorgeous body - pulling in at just the right places to accentuate her figure. At one point I had to put the work down as I got flustered and those strange feelings came over me.

Just after opening the next day, I heard the bell over the door clang. I glanced up and saw Autumn step inside. She was wearing a silky black blouse and knit pants. Her blouse only came down to her waist, so the knit pants hugged her every curve, even the mound between her legs.

"Morning!" Autumn said cheerily.

I pulled my eyes and my mind off her body and made eye contact. "Good morning, Autumn. You're here bright and early."

"I know. I'm excited to see what you've got for me."

We went next door, and each had a pour-over coffee with cream.

"I hope you like these," I said, pulling out my portfolio.

I turned it so Autumn could see the sketches and fabric samples. She paged through the designs and touched the fabric samples with her delicate fingers.

"I took some of my existing patterns and, well, customized them to your body, um, your measurements."

She looked up, and I could see what appeared to be a small tear in her eye. "These are incredibly beautiful. So sexy. So perfect!"

Autumn stood and reached for me. "I just want to hug you right now!"

I stood and received her embrace. Her body felt warm against mine. I took in the citrusy fragrance of her shampoo and felt her strong arms wrap around me, her breasts pressing against mine. It felt wonderful. I put my arms around her, and we hugged. I didn't want it to end.

When we finally broke off, I felt embarrassed that I'd let the hug go on longer than normal. Autumn didn't seem flustered at all. She sat back down and smiled broadly.

"Which one do you like the most?" she asked, offering the portfolio back to me.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "Um, you know, I guess it's the first one."

I pointed to the design.

"It's kind of sexy, I know," I said. "Revealing. But I know you'd look great in it. And I hoped it would show you off to your special someone."

"I like it the best too," Autumn said. "And I know my someone will really like it... and me in it - or out of it!"

I laughed at that. It seemed to make Autumn relax even more.

"When do you think you can have it ready?"

"Well," I said, tapping the design. "I may have already cut out the pieces. I can probably have it for you to try on tomorrow."

"That soon?"

"Well, Valentine's Day is less a few days away - and, yeah, that won't be a problem. We will have to do some alterations, so why don't you come back tomorrow morning, and we'll do a fitting."

"Ooh - I'm so excited!" Autumn said.

I had to admit, I was excited too. And not just to make a customer happy. I was excited to be around Autumn. She was doing something to me - her excitement, her joy, and yes, her beauty and sensuality. After being alone for so long, it felt freeing to be attracted to someone. Even if that someone was a woman.

The rest of that day I spent in my fabrication area, putting together Autumn's dress. The fabric was silky and clingy, and I tried to follow my measurements exactly to get the maximum sexiness factor. I kept picturing her in it, filling it, her chest pushing out. It was braless, and I found myself caressing the fabric, thinking that her nipples were going to touch here. I couldn't believe I was thinking this way. I was aroused and knew it.

I ended up finishing early and couldn't wait for Autumn to try it on. I texted her to come over after I closed. I heard the bell from the back room and came out carrying her dress on a hanger.

"Oh, wow!" Autumn said, coming over and running her hands on the silken fabric. "It's even better than I imagined!"

"Well, try it on!" I said, ushering her to the dressing room.

I stood outside, nervous and excited.

"Come on in," Autumn said.

I parted the curtains and stepped into the small room. I was only three feet away as I gazed on her beauty. "What do you think?" I asked, looking her up and down.

"It's wonderful," she said, running her hands down her side and across her chest. "It's so tight it shows off my curves."

"I hope that's okay," I said, my eyes following her hands.

"It's perfect!" she said. "I think maybe there's a little place on the back that needs stitching? I can't tell from here."

"Let me look," I said, stepping closer and turning Autumn away from me. "I don't see anything."

"I think you have to unzip it," she said. "It's on the inside."

"Oh, okay."

I unzipped the dress and to my surprise, Autumn let it fall to the floor. As she turned to me, I saw her naked breasts for the first time. Her boobs were two round globes, full, firm, with big dark areola surrounding large taught nipples. I gasped as I stared.

"You like?" she said, not attempting to cover herself up.

"Um, uh, well, they are beautiful," I said, not sure what one woman says to another in a case like this.

"I bet yours are beautiful too. We're about the same size, I think."

I laughed. "Maybe, but I'm at least ten years older than you. My boobs couldn't hold a candle to yours."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that," she said coyly.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, why don't you try on my dress. I want to see what it looks like on someone else."

"Oh. Okay," I said, not sure what was coming over me. "I've, um, I've never let another woman see me topless."

"It's okay, Michelle. We're just two women in a dressing room. Happens all the time."

She bent down and handed me her dress. I took it and set it on the chair next to me.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I reached down and pulled off my top. I was wearing a pretty conservative bra that didn't show much cleavage. I gingerly pulled off my pants. I was standing in a dressing room with another woman in my underwear!

"You can't wear a bra with that dress, you know," Autumn said.

I hesitated. This was pretty forward. My head felt buzzy and dizzy. Something in me was saying 'no' while my body was saying 'yes, yes!'. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp. I let the bra drop to the ground.

"Oh, wow!" Autumn said. "You are gorgeous!"

"You really think so?" I said.

To my shock, Autumn took a step closer to me. She reached out her hands and gently caressed the sides of my breasts. An incredible rush of excitement coursed through my body. I felt my nipples harden and knees go weak. I should have run from the room, but I didn't. I stood there, looking into Autumn's luscious blue eyes and letting her touch me. She was so close that I almost thought she was leaning in to kiss me. The idea shocked me but thrilled me at the same time. The moment passed but the chills in my body continued.

"I think my dress will fit your figure perfectly," she said, only inches from me.

She bent down and picked up the dress. "Here, you'll see."

I was in an altered state, excited, nervous, aroused. I stepped into the dress and turned so Autumn could zip it up. It did fit perfectly.

"See, I told you!" Autumn said, turning me around. "You look stunning!"