"Ok, let's talk about your salwar now." Nitu's heart skipped a beat
as she realized his hands were now going to be on her legs. She
could already feel her pussy soaking wet in her panties, really
dying to be fucked. She didn't know if she could take any more of
his teasing hands, especially on her legs! He seemed to know exactly
what he was doing to her gorgeous, sensuous body!
He was kneeling in front of her and with one end of the tape,
pressed on her waist, his hand moved down, brushing the back of his
fingers on her soft, smooth thigh, through the thin, almost
transparent salwar she was wearing. He stopped with his hand on her
shapely ankle and look up at her, "This length is ok for you?"
"Should be, how about another inch lower?" She was surprised how
coolly she was talking given that her head was swimming, her heart
throbbing so wildly in her chest, she felt everybody in the
neighborhood could hear it.
His hand curved around the waistband of her low-tied salwar and she
could feel his fingers on her soft bare skin, almost touching her
panties' waistband, her heart skipped a beat. His fingers moved a
sideways, so lightly caressing her bare skin as he asked "This is
where you'll be tying it?"
"Y...yes!" This time she was sure he could hear her voice going all
husky and needy. She could smell her own arousal and definitely he
could too, she thought.
Keeping his fingers on her belly, he moved his lower hand on her
ankle, "This length ok?"
"Yes..", She could hardly trust herself to say other words. Words
she was thinking, like "fuck...****e......ram me.."
But wait...he was talking to her again.
"Could you open your legs a bit, I need to measure the inseam?" He
was requesting in a nice, gentle voice...but her mind was
spinning "Inseam? That means he was going to go *gulp* between her
legs now....oh GOD!"
She picked up her 4" high heeled foot off the carpet and placed it
wider, making her legs more than 1 foot wide. She was having trouble
believing herself. Here she was, wife of one of the most powerful
man in the country, definitely most powerful in the city, herself
quite a pillar of high society, men vied for one smile from her
luscious lips, and she was being touched and teased by an ordinary
tailor. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she lifted her
foot and spread her legs wide for him, wishing he'd keep touching
her more and more.
He put one hand on her ankle, on the inside, and then with his right
hand he moved the tape up, slowly, teasingly it seemed to her, until
the higher end of the tape was pressing lightly on her thigh joint.
His knuckles were pressing very lightly on her pussy lips through
the thin salwar, and she could feel her wet, soggy panties, pressing
on her pussy.
She lifted her head skywards, almost as a reflex and a suppressed
moan escaped her throat like a whimper of a kitten. "mhmm!"
He didn't show surprise, just asked in a casual voice, "This is
comfortable or do you want tighter?"
"er..a little tighter...", she was surprised she was still able to
talk. She was excited beyond her wildest fantasies. Her pussy was
throbbing so wildly she could feel her pulse in it. She could feel
her juices soaking through her panties now. She was positive there
was a wet spot on her salwar and he could feel it as his fingers
moved in her most private region. This time his knuckles really
rubbed on her pussy slit through the thin clothes and her moan was
not so suppressed this time.
"Is this tight enough?" He asked and she nodded, "Y.y..yes!"
"Great! That's all I need!" His hands were off her body and he
turned to write one final notation in his notebook.
Her mind revolted, "What? He was gonna send her away! Like this?
Just like this?...after making her so damn burning hot she couldn't
think straight?"
"Come Monday evening, I'll have the suit ready for the first
fitting." He said, turning to her after closing the notebook.
"Monday?" She said, and her mind was saying, "Monday? Fuck Monday!!
That's 5 days later, I need something NOW. N-O-W, NOW, some release
maybe some more teasing, just one more touch would make her cum, she
was sure!"
But there was nothing she could do. He sounded all business-like,
smiling at her, like he was waiting for her to leave. She was not
going to beg some stranger for sex. She was married! This last came
home to her as a surprise. Damn! He had excited her so much she'd
forgotten she was a high-society, hot-ass, married lady who didn't
cheat on her husband!
She picked up her dark glasses, her purse, adjusted her soft, long,
flowing hair and got in her car without a backward glance.
She started driving away and at first chance, looked down. Yes, she
was wet, there was a big wet spot on her salwar right between her
legs. Her face flushed a bright red as she thought there was no
chance he wouldn't have noticed it. And the hell of the matter was,
she was still turned on like anything. She couldn't shake the memory
of his hands from her mind. How good they felt, how they made her
feel all tingly inside. How her pussy reacted when he touched her
bare back. How he boldly put his fingers on her pussy...damn, that
made her pussy twitch like crazy, she damn near came just from
thinking about it!
Her first action when she got home was to head for the bathroom,
letting her purse, glasses and car keys fall where they will. She
closed the bathroom door, started the water in the tub and started
taking off her clothes.
Water was only 2 inches deep yet, but it was deep enough that it
tingled her pussy as she settled in.
She was thinking of Raj as she started ramming her finger into her
tight, hot pussy. The memory of his hands and how boldly and calmly
he has teased her today was fueling her lust and she finger fucked
her wet, dripping cunt harder and harder, using 2 fingers now.
She came hard! Harder than she had ever come! Her body twitched
uncontrollably, thrashing in the warm water of the tub.
She kept thinking of Raj and her fingers continued to fuck her still
hot cunt. By the time the water was up to her shoulder, she had come
3 more times. All huge, mind-numbing orgasms! Now she lay back,
exhausted, sated, to enjoy her bath.
That night she fell asleep, reliving the experience at the tailor
shop. Next morning, she got no time to think about it as she had to
get ready to go to office and take care of business. But just as
soon as she had settled in her big executive chair, her first
thought was how good she had felt in the tailor shop and later in
the tub.
All day she kept thinking about Raj and his expert hands, twice she
got so excited that she had to lock her office door and finger
herself. But both times the phone rang and she had to postpone
pleasure for business.
The feeling of having been insulted slowly faded away and she
actually started feeling horny for those hands again.
as she realized his hands were now going to be on her legs. She
could already feel her pussy soaking wet in her panties, really
dying to be fucked. She didn't know if she could take any more of
his teasing hands, especially on her legs! He seemed to know exactly
what he was doing to her gorgeous, sensuous body!
He was kneeling in front of her and with one end of the tape,
pressed on her waist, his hand moved down, brushing the back of his
fingers on her soft, smooth thigh, through the thin, almost
transparent salwar she was wearing. He stopped with his hand on her
shapely ankle and look up at her, "This length is ok for you?"
"Should be, how about another inch lower?" She was surprised how
coolly she was talking given that her head was swimming, her heart
throbbing so wildly in her chest, she felt everybody in the
neighborhood could hear it.
His hand curved around the waistband of her low-tied salwar and she
could feel his fingers on her soft bare skin, almost touching her
panties' waistband, her heart skipped a beat. His fingers moved a
sideways, so lightly caressing her bare skin as he asked "This is
where you'll be tying it?"
"Y...yes!" This time she was sure he could hear her voice going all
husky and needy. She could smell her own arousal and definitely he
could too, she thought.
Keeping his fingers on her belly, he moved his lower hand on her
ankle, "This length ok?"
"Yes..", She could hardly trust herself to say other words. Words
she was thinking, like "fuck...****e......ram me.."
But wait...he was talking to her again.
"Could you open your legs a bit, I need to measure the inseam?" He
was requesting in a nice, gentle voice...but her mind was
spinning "Inseam? That means he was going to go *gulp* between her
legs now....oh GOD!"
She picked up her 4" high heeled foot off the carpet and placed it
wider, making her legs more than 1 foot wide. She was having trouble
believing herself. Here she was, wife of one of the most powerful
man in the country, definitely most powerful in the city, herself
quite a pillar of high society, men vied for one smile from her
luscious lips, and she was being touched and teased by an ordinary
tailor. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she lifted her
foot and spread her legs wide for him, wishing he'd keep touching
her more and more.
He put one hand on her ankle, on the inside, and then with his right
hand he moved the tape up, slowly, teasingly it seemed to her, until
the higher end of the tape was pressing lightly on her thigh joint.
His knuckles were pressing very lightly on her pussy lips through
the thin salwar, and she could feel her wet, soggy panties, pressing
on her pussy.
She lifted her head skywards, almost as a reflex and a suppressed
moan escaped her throat like a whimper of a kitten. "mhmm!"
He didn't show surprise, just asked in a casual voice, "This is
comfortable or do you want tighter?"
"er..a little tighter...", she was surprised she was still able to
talk. She was excited beyond her wildest fantasies. Her pussy was
throbbing so wildly she could feel her pulse in it. She could feel
her juices soaking through her panties now. She was positive there
was a wet spot on her salwar and he could feel it as his fingers
moved in her most private region. This time his knuckles really
rubbed on her pussy slit through the thin clothes and her moan was
not so suppressed this time.
"Is this tight enough?" He asked and she nodded, "Y.y..yes!"
"Great! That's all I need!" His hands were off her body and he
turned to write one final notation in his notebook.
Her mind revolted, "What? He was gonna send her away! Like this?
Just like this?...after making her so damn burning hot she couldn't
think straight?"
"Come Monday evening, I'll have the suit ready for the first
fitting." He said, turning to her after closing the notebook.
"Monday?" She said, and her mind was saying, "Monday? Fuck Monday!!
That's 5 days later, I need something NOW. N-O-W, NOW, some release
maybe some more teasing, just one more touch would make her cum, she
was sure!"
But there was nothing she could do. He sounded all business-like,
smiling at her, like he was waiting for her to leave. She was not
going to beg some stranger for sex. She was married! This last came
home to her as a surprise. Damn! He had excited her so much she'd
forgotten she was a high-society, hot-ass, married lady who didn't
cheat on her husband!
She picked up her dark glasses, her purse, adjusted her soft, long,
flowing hair and got in her car without a backward glance.
She started driving away and at first chance, looked down. Yes, she
was wet, there was a big wet spot on her salwar right between her
legs. Her face flushed a bright red as she thought there was no
chance he wouldn't have noticed it. And the hell of the matter was,
she was still turned on like anything. She couldn't shake the memory
of his hands from her mind. How good they felt, how they made her
feel all tingly inside. How her pussy reacted when he touched her
bare back. How he boldly put his fingers on her pussy...damn, that
made her pussy twitch like crazy, she damn near came just from
thinking about it!
Her first action when she got home was to head for the bathroom,
letting her purse, glasses and car keys fall where they will. She
closed the bathroom door, started the water in the tub and started
taking off her clothes.
Water was only 2 inches deep yet, but it was deep enough that it
tingled her pussy as she settled in.
She was thinking of Raj as she started ramming her finger into her
tight, hot pussy. The memory of his hands and how boldly and calmly
he has teased her today was fueling her lust and she finger fucked
her wet, dripping cunt harder and harder, using 2 fingers now.
She came hard! Harder than she had ever come! Her body twitched
uncontrollably, thrashing in the warm water of the tub.
She kept thinking of Raj and her fingers continued to fuck her still
hot cunt. By the time the water was up to her shoulder, she had come
3 more times. All huge, mind-numbing orgasms! Now she lay back,
exhausted, sated, to enjoy her bath.
That night she fell asleep, reliving the experience at the tailor
shop. Next morning, she got no time to think about it as she had to
get ready to go to office and take care of business. But just as
soon as she had settled in her big executive chair, her first
thought was how good she had felt in the tailor shop and later in
the tub.
All day she kept thinking about Raj and his expert hands, twice she
got so excited that she had to lock her office door and finger
herself. But both times the phone rang and she had to postpone
pleasure for business.
The feeling of having been insulted slowly faded away and she
actually started feeling horny for those hands again.
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