Shy... (9 page)

In the exact instant I lifted the toy from waistline to chest
level, the loud murmur of the nearby crowd fell silent. All eyes seemed to
shoot downward for half a second at most. Not a sound could be heard afterward.
I stood alone.
Throbbing
, but alone. Time did not stop, no, it ticked by
ever so slowly, haunting, and taunting and mocking. As if this particular point
was somehow worth remembering with vivid recollection.

And then it happened… Unbelievably, but nonetheless it happened… I
had heard it never left him. It was something that simply always existed and
always would. Like the ringing of sleigh bells or the debauching of harlots.
And yet in this moment, as Jonah Moundrammer looked down at me, I did notice
the gleam in his eye… vanish. However, the remaining portion of his face held,
unflinchingly. Not a single twitch or altering of expressions – a mere big
smile peering onward. Only a subtle, almost imperceptible disappearance of that
famed twinkle. His eyes darkening ever so slightly. Following this
unprecedented occurrence, Mr. Moundrammer quickly lifted his arm high above as
if to cast me away in the most courteous manner possible. But in this exact
instant, his wife’s hand, Mrs. Moundrammer’s, flew through the air in the most
dainty, awe-inspiring display of elegance and refinement – as she suddenly
leaned over before whispering a brief comment in her husband’s ear. Then, quite
suddenly, the head honcho's most precious possession, the twinkle of his eye,
returned to him instantaneously as he spoke the fateful words.

“Toysin Tinkerbottoms, you shall be a toy tinkerer! Welcome to the
family! Now go, go and retrieve your items from down the hall.” A thunderous
laugh, the famed hearty chuckole that only mountains of money can imbue a man
with, erupted within the evaluation chamber. I had somehow succeeded; a
miraculous and dizzifying feat.

I could do nothing but stare awkwardly at the floor, stuck in a
stupor, as I traipsed from the room – all the while sensing another pair of
eyes scanning over my departing figure.

You might say there was something incredible about that incident.
How the crowd went silent – if I were a boasting boy, I would say they were
awe-struck with my show of virility. However, the silence probably stemmed more
from disbelief than reverence. The most shocking occurrence being the moment
the masculine Moundrammer had chosen me,
ME!
to be a toy tinkerer. Who
knows what Mrs. Moundrammer whispered into his ear. But it seemed to do the
trick. Maybe she told him to send me through as an example of what not to do.
Although Jonah is not a malicious fellow, not from the stories I’ve heard
anyway.

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…

***