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.