Jenny let herself into the small boutique just off the high street. The good smell of furniture wax hit her as she walked through the first part of the old Tailors, the tiny bell ringing out her presence as it had for many years. As she waited for old Mr Thorpe the tailor she examined some lovely cloth from the metre rolls surrounding the cash desk, planning out her next handmade outfit down to the last detail. She had always had money, and there was something decadent about getting tailored clothes in this day and age.
A polite cough behind her made her turn around, but the tailor was nowhere to be seen. Instead there stood a much younger man, offering his help.
"What happened to Mr Thorpe?" she murmured, as she drank in the appearance of the stylish man before her.
"I'm his son, come down from my shop in London to give him a hand. He's getting too old to deal with all the admin you know?" he smiled, "How can I help?"
She began to reel off the outfit she had planned in her head. It was a party dress, for her annual New Years Eve party. She wanted it in black material, coming to just below the knee with simple embroidery on the hem. She wanted something elegant and flattering because she knew there would be a lot of unattached men there and it been so long since she had had anyone else in her bed, she'd begun to think it would be empty forever. She saw his straight nose wrinkle a little with distaste as she described the dress to him and she faltered.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Oh nothing, it's just that in a woman as striking as yourself, it seems a little plain. Would you like to take a look in the back and see some of the new fabric we have in? Dad wasn't too adventurous when it came to ordering goods, but I've been splashing out".
She blushed at the compliment from this handsome young man and agreed. They made their way through the small brown door she'd never been through in all the years she had visited the tailors shop. The place was a warren, with endless rooms veering off out of sight containing every kind of material. It was silent but for a radio playing quietly in some far off room.
"Name's David" he extended a hand as he walked, stepping over rolls of unpacked cloth, "sorry about the mess, Dad's unimpressed."
"Jenny" she smiled back. He really was an interesting looking man, cool blue eyes, a lean face, mouth always on the verge of a smile, and when he smiled he was transformed, lighting up his eyes, with an infectious laugh she couldn't help responding to, as he showed her around the shop, making her laugh and throwing compliments at her over his shoulder.
She liked the way he moved. His body seemed to stalk, making her think of some wild animal. She was aware of his eyes on her, had been on her ever since she walked in.
They admired some cloth and reached out to touch it at the same time, stroking it, fingers touching. Did his fingers linger on hers? Jenny felt a slight heat in her face as she recognised the look in his eyes, he made no pretense of hiding his admiration for her. Turning to face her, he reached and stroked her cheek softly, stroking his thumb slowly across her full lower lip, as he whispered "So soft...". With that he turned away and loped off across the room, leaving her a little breathless.
"I have just the thing" he murmured, calling her over to a small room, where the silk was stored behind tissue to protect the expensive cloth. He set one of the rolls free; a soft chinese silk green, it glowed softly in the dim light. She touched the soft weightless material, jumping a little as she heard him speak quietly by her ear and realised how close he was.
"Why don't you try some on? I know you'd look amazing."
