Nitu and the Ladies Tailor by "naspeeta" - 1

Housewife - Ladies Tailor stories are one of the most fascinating stories. And if the build up is detailed, there cannot be any better turn on.. So here is one of the very steamy housewife-tailor stories which is sure to give you a hard time in relaxing..:)

Nitu got out of the car and pushed her dark sunglasses on her head


into her silky dark hair, as she walked to the tailor shop. As she
entered some bells on the door signaled her entry. A young man of
about 25 years of age came out from an inside room and asked, "Can I
help you, Ma'am?"

He looked quite strong and muscular, with a well-proportioned body,
his slightly hairy chest was partially visible through the 2 open
buttons of his shirt. He was not bad looking, not at all. In fact,
thought Nitu, he was good enough to flirt with if she had met him in
a club. But he was not a 65 years old, long-bearded and near-sighted
man which is what she was looking for.

"Where is master ji?" She asked.

"He has gone to his village, he'll be back next month." The guy
replied.

"Oh yes, he told me, I forgot." She slapped her forehead in a
gesture of despair.

"I am his nephew, my name is Raj. I am looking after the shop in his
absence. Can I do anything for you?" For a tailor's nephew he spoke
really well and decently, Nitu thought.

Raj also, in the meantime, was checking out Nitu with frank eyes.

Nitu was the young, gorgeous wife of a middle-aged, ultra-rich
businessman, who spent more days in foreign countries than in India.
She was what you'd call a trophy wife. And her husband did display
his sexy, hot wife in his business circles just like a trophy.

The problem was for a gorgeous babe that she was she didn't get all
the sex she wanted. Her husband when he wasn't doing a business deal
a minute was not really interested in sex. And on the rare occasions
when he was in the mood for sex, he was too much of a gentleman to
do any rough, hard fucking that she craved. She could count the
orgasms she had in a year on her fingers. And half of them were in
hot water tub.

Though not used to stepping out for sex, her sex-starvation slowly
started affecting her dressing style. She had begun to dress to show
off her alluring figure, and she loved it when guys so obviously
drooled over her. She was worth drooling over.

For 36, she was really fit and looked hardly 29 or 30. Her curves
were all in the right places. There was not a single extra ounce of
weight on her body, she took care of that with a twice-a-week gym
routine. Her hair were dark and long, right now made into a stylish
hairdo that kept them up, leaving her back bare as the Punjabi suit
she was wearing had a pretty deep back cut.

Her color was really fair and her arms looked really nice and smooth
in the deep sleeveless cut of the tight suit. Her slim, sexy figure
was accentuated by the tight fit of the suit.

She was wearing a bra but it was the bare essentials type that
didn't hide her nipples so well, her dupatta, white like her suit,
was completely transparent, didn't hide her deep cleavage from the
view, rather made it more interesting to look at it.

The kurti stopped after covering her thighs, and the salwar though
not so tight being white, had some transparency in it. You could see
her white, smooth, well-toned thighs when the loose salwar clung to
her legs. Her panties, were the stylish, sexy, French cut cottons
that covered the essentials and only that. The salwar ended at her
ankles which were quite shapely, and then she had on, 4" high white,
clear heels, so sexy.

"....I need it next week for a wedding." Raj stopped checking her
out and looked at her face, she was telling him about a suit she
wanted stitched. She had a cute face, high cheekbones, luscious lips
with a hint of lipstick, and gray eyes.

"Sure, we can do it by next week. Let me take your measurements."

"But master ji has my measurements."

"Well, he misplaced his notebook somewhere before he left. I am
having to take fresh measurements for all the clients".

"Oh, ok." She stepped towards the inner room where she always got
measured.

She took off her dupatta and put it on a dresser along with her
purse, before standing on the mat. She put her hands on her waist as
Raj approached her with a tape measure. He was intensely aware of
her salty-fresh perfume coming from her smooth clean-shaved armpits
mixed with her body smell as he stepped really close to her and
measured her arm.

 He took her wrist and put her hand on his shoulder, standing an arm-
length apart. Keeping one end of the tape secured at her wrist with
his fingers his other hand moved slowly up her arm with the tape,
his fingers brushing ever so lightly on her soft bare arm. She could
feel goosebumps all over her body by the time his fingers touched
her well-rounded shoulder.

She waited until he took the tape away from her arm before
saying, "I want it to be a deep-sleeveless cut." Raj nodded
understandingly and proceeded with the measuring process.

Standing behind Nitu, he wrapped the cold, plastic measuring tape
around her shapely neck. In the process his fingers brushed on her
bare back gently, as the suit she was wearing had a deep back cut.
Then he moved to the front and enlarged the circle of tape, "What
kind of neck cut do you want?"

"V" She said, and she was surprised her voice wasn't shaking. She
was feeling really turned on by his close presence and the gentle
touches of his hands.

He loosened the tape in an approximation of her current neckline and
his her nipples felt the brush of his thumbs and fingers as he
proceeded to make a detailed careful measurement. A thrill ran down
her body, tingling right down to her pussy. Instinctively her legs
opened wider as she felt a heat building in her pussy.

"This deep is ok?" as he held the tape between her tits, his
knuckles were pressing lightly on her breasts, right in the nipular
area. She felt her breathing get heavier.

"Deeper", she said, trying hard to keep her voice from sounding all
husky and horny as it felt inside her.

He inserted his finger and the tape an inch inside her cleavage now,
his knuckle touching her bare skin on her chest, right between her
hot breasts. She could not believe she heard herself
saying, "Deeper" again.

"Are you sure?" he asked doubtfully. At the tone of his voice she
opened her eyes, and then realized with a shock she never knew when
she had closed them.

"No, that's ok, but make sure, it's not loose from the sides." She
tried to bring herself in control.

"Ok, let me know how tight you want it." He measured the tightness
of her current suit, putting one end of the tape on her shoulder and
bringing the other down on her breast, her thumb pressing the end of
the tape on her nipple. "This tight enough?" He asked looking at her
gorgeous, flushed face.

"Tighter." She murmured.

He made the tape a half-inch shorter, pressure on her nipple
increasing.

"This is fine?"

"Yeah, this is good!" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. Her pussy was
flooding with juices. She didn't know when she had been so excited
before in her life. She was married even if her businessman husband
didn't fuck her so good. Nobody had brought her to a boiling point,
so quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses. She could feel
her panties fully wet and she was afraid pretty soon there'd be a
wet spot on her salwar.

Now he was behind her, touching her bare back, "You want this same
cut?"

"Yes, but a little deeper." His hand moved a little lower with the
tape, "This much?"

"Yes." Nitu could feel her body feel like burning from the inside.
She was sure her leaking pussy was wetting the salwar now after
soaking through the panties.

Then from the front, his arms went around her slim body as he
wrapped the tape around her flat tummy, asking her "This tight?" He
was standing so close to her she could feel the heat from his body.
His close presence was having a heady effect on her.

"Little bit tighter.", she said, trying hard not to sound as
breathless as she was.

His hands brushed and caressed her waist and her belly as they
smoothed the tape around her body. "This better?"

"Oh yes!"

He was making notations in a notebook of all measurements. He made
 another one now.