by Unknown
With the jumbled mess of thoughts circling about my head, I walked on, on to the backroom – the one with a large red door and ivory handle. And wouldn’t you know it… this turned into one of those awkward what should I do now? kind of situations. Well, in my defense there was no one there to greet me. All that Moundrammer had said was to go get my items from down the hall. And here I was, down the hall… but no items. Only this extravagant red door. Knocking might help, I suppose, and so I reached my tiny hand forward to push on the ornate object – yet just as I did so, the door flew open with a whoosh of pleasantly scented air. The unexpected burst of wind caused my eyes to close instinctively as the redness swung open to reveal… to reveal a very young and very comely lady. She must have been just a little older than I was.
“Hello, Toy!” she beamed happily.
I felt my helpless gaze immediately drop to her bosom line. Oh, dear lord help me! They were perfect! These gorgeous, double hand-fuls of joyous mirth. The girl wore a skintight dress looking thing, which flared out at the bottom to resemble a sort of short mini skirt. I had to stop my hands from reaching out and taking hold of those lovely feminine spheres – so tempting and yet so forbidden. Every inch of her sweet body turned me on...
Now you’d think with all the availability of the internet, I’d have seen some lewd material by now, huh? Well, not hardly! A quality cable connection is still mighty difficult to come by this far up north. Only the wealthiest of families even have a basic, useable connection speed. I didn’t have any – and what’s worse, no friends rich enough to have the coveted speeds either. Sure, there was talk of such and such having some awesome video downloaded in 240p resolution. Lovely footage featuring one of the sexier women from down the street being thrilled and satisfied in any number of ways. Sadly I had never seen such things, although I will admit the mere thought did arouse my biggest interest.
And so the anatomy of the female body remained a mystery to me – a distant, undiscovered land, surrounded by myths and legends of wondrous and fanciful lore.
I craved to explore this realm more than anything in the world… and yet my timid nature had left me devoid, absent of any of its riches and splendor.
“Excuse me?” intoned the girl.
Uh oh… caught! The red heat swept across my face again.
“Ye—umm, do we, mo—err…” was all I could utter.
She giggled, and dare I say, I think she did, yes, glanced directly down at my crotch region.
“This way, please.”
Here the girl spun around rather sensually before sashaying toward a large bench roughly ten feet away.
“Oh yes, of course,” I mumbled.
But I had good reason to. Dear lord! If you thought her bosoms were gorgeous, you should have seen the perky tail! Two more feminine spheres of slightly larger proportions and an even more tantalizing nature. I felt my jaws clench tightly at the thought of diving straight in and planting my face right between the crease of her rump. Oh boy, another jolt of energy ran down to my nether region. The swelling was imminent.
I trailed in after the girl, hoping the movement would somehow distract the growing surprise in my pants.
“You know, I saw you out there,” she said without looking back.
“Oh…?”
“Mmhmm. You were quite cute... and good,” the girl now leaned over the bench in front of me, and to my dirty mind, appeared to be presenting her sumptuous behind to me!
“Come here,” she said.
Gulp.
“W-w-w-hat?” I muttered.
“Here,” she pointed at something near the breathtaking rear-end, “I want you to come here.”
I did as told, approaching with marked apprehension. Although my body did halt a few paces short. Hearing a woman ask me to come on her ass certainly wasn't helping my throbbing situation...
“Here,” she said again, still sweetly, but slightly impatient this time – and she grabbed my arm, pulling me in close.
The feeling of her soft hand upon my skin caused my heart to skip a beat. It felt like all the blood was busy rushing away to one specific part of me… one I wished would just go away right now!
“Have you ever seen one of these?” she asked.
I was afraid to look, I must say. Who knows what this racy lass had in store for me. Yet, she reached forward for something on the bench. A tool of some sort, still holding my arm. And here I noticed the stretching motion caused her lower back to arch, even further taunting me with the perfect booty before me. My head was only two feet or so away from the object. The pants so tight, I could clearly see all beneath the thin material.
“This,” intoned the voice again, as the object in her hand came into view. But just as I began taking sight of the item… her hand, the one that had previously been gripping my arm, slid down to my upper thigh… and progressed farther inward, almost grazing my--- YIKES!
I lept back like a frightened cat who’d just been scared off by a slamming door. A good three or four feet in one bound.
“What?” she laughed upon seeing my reaction to the wayward hand of hers. “Never been tinkered with? I find that hard to believe.”
“Umm… I d—“
“Oh Strumpy, dear,” said a foreign voice coming from somewhere behind me.
And before I even had time to spin around and investigate, I noticed the young woman's face turn quite serious as she stared at the mystery woman standing to my rear.
“Yes Mrs. Moundrammer?” said the girl.
What? Mrs. Moundrammer! That’s who was right behind me?! I couldn’t dare turn around now. Not after the previous incident only moments ago.
“Please finish up with this young tinkerer, I would like you to report to the toy assembly line for inspection.”
“Right away, Mrs. Moundrammer,” the girl replied with an earnest smile. “I’ll just finish off—err, up with Tinkerbottoms here and run right over.”
“Thank you,” came the motherly appreciation from Mrs. Moundrammer followed by the quiet shutting of a door.
Strumpy, the lusty girl, walked toward me, still gripping the tinkering tool. She held the object out, waiting for me to grab it. And here, as soon as my fingers touched hers, she shot her off-hand below my waist... taking hold of my hardened south pole.
“You know,” she began, “It’s a shame I have to go so soon. I could teach you a thing or two about tinkering later on. Ta-ta…”
Both her hands loosened. A moment later, Strumpy moved past me, leaving only the overwhelming smell of her perfume lingering in my nostrils – along with a rapidly beating heart, disbelieving eyes, and tensed stomach. Well… what am I supposed to do now?
“Out the door and to your right. Look for the sign that says TINKERING and head inside,” Strumpy shouted back over her shoulder. “Oh and you might want to tuck that thing in.”
Well I guess that solves the mystery of where to go. But tuck my wh—ohh… More red heat pouring across my face…
***
“Well now, Tinkerbottoms! Certainly looks like you’ve got the hang of it!” the old overseer of the tinkering shop said as he patted me on the back. A portly fellow with a low brimmed hat which covered the top half of his eyes. I’d been in this room for a few hours by now; working away on these toys, tinkering, and tinkering, and tinkering. Thankfully able to curb my southern pulsating problem… Now it appeared to be no more than a large block of wood, so to speak.
“But first, let me see how you handle the left-turn-twist-over method.”
I’ve always been a quick learner. This proved no different. I did what he asked with no real difficulty – and this was met with a goofy grin and yet another pat on the back.
Followed by yet another request, “Good good! Now let me see the ---“ something interrupted him here.
A tiny lad lumbered into the room; his demure hands clutched a slip of paper, which he handed to the old fellow.
“Oh my, Tinkerbottoms… Mmhmm,” the elder man said. “
Looks like I am being called away on, uh, important, yeah! Important business! You look like you can handle the remaining toys here, how ‘bout it?”
And before I could even reply, I felt another pat on my back as he said “Good, good! Alright, I’m leaving now!”
The portly inspector ushered the tiny lad out with a few shoves on the back.
Slam!
The door closed shut with a bang and all was silent once again. Over on my right, the table filled with dozens of toys which needed tinkering… Oh joy. This was a rather large workspace. There were a great number of tables for tinkerers to work at up front – the back portion housed countless shelves, which were pretty tall, all crammed full of toys and supplies. Little trucks, and airplanes, and dolls, and games, and trinkets. The usual rubbish you might see lining the shelves of any number of top-end toy stores.
None of that garbage concerned me. I needed to finish this workload and take off to handle the tension in my underwear! And so that is what I sat down to do…
***
Boy, oh boy! What a tedious profession this tinkering is… I hadn’t noticed the time, but now that I see the sun was nearly set, evinced by the few beams of low light filtering in through the shop windows -- hanging around the back shelves in a rather creepy manner, if I do say so myself. It’s a little spooky. Here all by myself just tinkering away, with no one to help. I decided to hurry along. The toys are easily manipulated in my seemingly skilled hands. Look how expertly I’m able to make the necessary adjustments with but a few tinkers here and there.
Take a gander at this game system. The disc tray appears to be slightly lopsided. All I need to do is poke and prod right there, and yep! Fixed. I put that one aside and grabbed another to inspect. A small toy—what the… I think a noise just came from the back. Far behind the rear shelves, right where the light is darkest.
I whipped my head around and froze, staring intently from the direction of the sound. Man, I wish it wasn’t so dark in here! No one ever pictures the Moundrammer workshop as being a scary, eerie kind of place. But… here in the darkness it certainly strikes me to be one! There’s a lone lamp hanging above me, casting its weak glow several feet out in all directions. Only lingering shadows beyond the—what the! Another noise? Has the old oaf returned?
“Hello?” I called out.
No answer. I wonder…
No, no! Wait a minute! You’re just being silly here, I told myself. This is Moundrammer's workshop! Not some second rate horror film. Maybe the floors creak or someone walking past outside tapped the wall. Who knows. But for me it’s back to the tinkering work. I’ve only got a few items left and then I can be on my way. Calm down and focus on the task.
Thwack.
I gasped at the sound – as an alarming visual came into sight. It was a purple marker rolling along the floor, moving toward me. You could see the label spinning over and over. My eyes seemed to instinctively trace upward, hoping to find where the marker came from. And there I saw them. A pair of red, somewhat high-heeled shoes. I thought for a second, yes, that I did recognize these from somewhere. The shoes merged into a pair of shapely legs that disappeared into the darkness at about knee height.
“Tinkerbottoms… Enjoying yourself?” the sultry voice questioned me from the blackness. And here I too thought the voice sounded familiar. Although slightly lower in tone than before.
“Who, who is--?” I squeaked out.
The shoes inched forward into the light, revealing more and more of the attached legs. And oh my, what legs they were! Sturdy, yet toned calves. The pale flesh standing out in bold relief against the much darker heels. Each step seemed to trigger a past memory in my brain which was dying to be free. All the way up to the thighs now… Plump and inviting… They were clothed in a red dress with some fashionable white frills along the bottom. I’d definitely seen this before.
“Still wondering?” the woman asked, mockingly. “Let me help you.”
Here the feet hastened along as she came into view… Christ, Mrs. Moundrammer! The Mrs. Moundrammer! Oh lord… and that low cut, rather revealing red dress. The cleavage was amazing. Why hadn’t I noticed those perky breasts before! No, you fool! Snap out of it! Not the boss' wife!
“Miss, miss, misses M-M-Moundrammere! Umm…” was all I could say.
“Very good, Toysin. I’m just stopping in to check you out – see how you’re doing,”
Mrs. Moundrammer said with the slightest hint of a smirk.
This was the first time I’d seen her face up close. She looked rather attractive (for an older lady). The type of face you see and think boy, twenty years ago she must have been a real knockout! Yet that body, oh boy, that body remained a lovely specimen. She’d definitely been able to keep her figure all these years. The curvy hips taunted me through the tight dress. Mrs. Moundrammer would shift her weight from one foot to the other, causing those enticing parts to call my name. But no, I can’t! Don’t have those filthy thoughts about the gentle and warm Mrs. Moundrammer!
Or was it the wet and sexy Mrs. Moundrammer!
“Having a good time with these… toys?” she asked.
I nodded demurely.
Mrs. Moundrammer sashayed over behind me. I felt her warmth resonating out and onto my skin. Her dominating presence, even without physical touch. And the distinct aroma filtering in along with her. A sweet, seductive scent. Unmistakable.
“You know,” she began a minute later, “I sent that old moron away. Remember the letter from earlier?’
“Yes.”
“That was from me.”
“Oh… did you have a job for him?”
“Tinkerbottoms, there’s another portion to the assessment period before you can become a full-fledged tinkerer. Would you like to become a real tinkerer?”
“Why yes, of course Mrs. Moundrammer. I’d love to be one!” I replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly – my face blushed as a result and my shoulders slunk down.
“Then please accompany me to the evaluation chamber once more, little one.”
I rose from my chair like a well trained dog, trailing after the sumptuous Mrs. Moundrammer… making sure I remained behind her, allowing me full access to gaze upon her thick and meaty derriere. And it seemed she might have been enjoy this, as the hips began swaying just a little bit more. I made every attempt to avert my gaze, to stare at the floor, or at a nearby sign post. All to no avail. The overpowering allure of her body proved too tempting.
***
“Wait over there by the table,” Mrs. Moundrammer instructed me.
We were inside the evaluation chamber. She stepped away for a moment as I stood beside the table, covered with toys. Only these were toys I had not seen before. Very peculiar looking objects to say the least.
There lingered a distinct smell of flowers and some lusty aroma throughout the room. Probably from all the debauched happenings going on. Where did Mrs. Moundrammer run off to? Seems she’s be absent for a few minutes now.
“Here, Toysin,” came her voice, which gave me quite a shock, as it was directly behind my head. Her hot breath flowed down along my neck, but I did not turn.
“Do you mind?” she asked, stepping around and into view.
Mrs. Moundrammer was pulling at her hair, trying to undo the bun by the looks of it.
“Umm, no.”
And with her arms raised like this, I could see the full size of her boobs. How hefty and large they were. How I would love… uh oh… it began! The slow rising of my southern pole. Not now! How embarrassing… Mrs. Moundrammer might have to endure my immature longings twice in one day!
Suddenly the long dark locks fell down over her shoulders, spreading around the large, billowing chest. My fist clenched tightly, as the first drop of sweat formed along my brow.
“Oh, I see you’re already beginning,” said Mrs. Moundrammer as she glanced down at my pants.
I died inside, completely mortified!
“Don’t be embarrassed, Toysin. This is the evaluation
chamber after all.”
And with that statement, Mrs. Moundrammer stepped forward, not less than a foot away from me.
“Put your hand here,” she said – pointing at her… her own tits!
I couldn’t move. The request shocked me so intensely. Mrs. Moundrammer seemed amused by this as she giggled once before taking hold of my hand and putting it on the desired location.
Oh lord… the skin was so warm. And surprisingly supple. I couldn’t believe the feel of these knockers. My pants must have shrunk three sizes instantaneously in this moment alone – at least they sure felt like it. The throbbing from down under increased tenfold.