That night she couldn't sleep that easily. She dreamt of Raj and
woke up hornier than ever. She decided there was no way but to go
there again. But how? He had called her 5 days later for the first
fitting of the suit. All day at work next day she was distracted,
thinking of an excuse to go there. Her heart beat faster every time
she imagined going to the tailor shop again, stepping into the inner
room for "measurement"...damn, that thought was moistening her pussy
without even touching!
Then she got it, she'll have to get a new dress made for her. She
could buy the material this evening after office. She felt her body
respond with a rush of hormones as she thought about this plan.
So eager was she, that she left work early and went to a shopping
mall. After a lot of browsing and experimenting she bought a sequin
dress material, thinking she'd ask him to make her a micromini dress
for a party. Then she suddenly thought about what would she wear to
his shop tonight? Now that she was at the mall, she should get
something hot to wear this evening.
She decided to get something sexy, something hot that would get his
attention. Something that'd tell him what kind of attention she
wanted. That kind of thinking led her into the short skirts section.
And then the top had to match the skirt.
In her bed room, she looked at the two tiny pieces of clothing she
had bought laid out on her bed. The top was a halter, not much
bigger than a bra, one string strap tying behind her neck and one on
her back. That'd leave almost all her back exposed. The top was
tight and did not cover her full 36C tits completely, a very
generous amount of cleavage was available in the middle where a
diamond broach (it looked like diamond) was holding the two cups
together. The skirt was equally slutty, uneven flared hem, silky
just like the top, the maximum length was 8 inches but it varied
going to as less as 6 inches on her left thigh. On her left thigh a
similar diamond-looking pin/broach was scrunching top half of the
skirt, making a triangular naked area on her upper thigh and making
the hem of the short skirt 2 inches higher.
Nitu took care to take a nice bath and then apply creams to her
skin, so that her exposed skin would not only look nice but also
feel nice. She shaved her armpits and her pussy. Then applied an
expensive, seductive perfume, around her armpits, near her tits, and
also around her bald, soft, bare pussy. She surveyed the effect
after wearing the tiny top and skirt, and the tiniest, small thong
she could find. It was necessary also because of the bare patch in
the skirt, normal panties would show.
She wore 5" high heeled open toed shoes. The heels were pencil
style, the platform clear and the straps that tied around her calves
were white.
As she stood before the long mirror, she could feel her body charged
with horniness. Maybe it was the effect of the clothes and dress up,
or the anticipation of what she was going to do, but as she lifted
her skirt, she could see a quite bit wet patch on the thong already.
She looked and felt very naked, so she picked up a long coat that
covered her down to her knees. She closed the coat and walked out to
her car before she could lose the nerve to do it.
She parked the car in front of the tailor shop and sat there trying
to get up her nerve. She could feel her thong completely soaked in
her pussy juices. She lifted her skirt and took off the soggy thong,
leaving it on the passenger seat. Taking some face tissues from the
dashboard, she wiped her wet pussy as much as she could. She thought
about leaving the coat also there in the car, but decided to keep it
for now.
Nitu picked up the sequin cloth that she had bought, from the back
seat and started walking carefully to the tailor shop. Her heels
were making a click-clack noise on the road and she could feel cool
evening breeze entering her skirt and tickling her bare pussy,
despite the long coat.
She stepped into the shop and as usual bells rang but today even
this sound made her heart beat faster with excitement as she knew
this would bring Raj.
"Hello Ma'aam." Raj smiled at her, looking pleased to see her back
so soon. "I am afraid your suit it not ready yet."
"Oh, you can call me Nitu", she smiled her charming smile, her heart
was pounding but her words were surprisingly coherent and in
control, "No, I have come for another thing. I want you to stitch a
dress for me, I have a party to go to this month." She offered him
the sequin cloth.
He took the cloth, felt it in his fingers and told her, "Sure, let
me know what kinda dress you want and I'll have it ready for you."
"Yeah, I'll tell you as you take the measurements." Her heartbeat
was increasing every minute.
"Oh, but I already have your measurements. From the suit, remember?"
Nitu's heart almost stopped, he wasn't going to measure her today?
"No, no" she tried, "I don't want it to be the same style, I have
some definite ideas about this dress."
"Oh! In that case, I better measure you again." The smile came back
on Nitu's face, with her heart beating really fast as he walked
towards the inner room. She following him in and took off her coat,
which she deposited on a narrow shelf running one side of the room,
along with her purse and sunglasses. The cool air-conditioned air of
the room hit her pussy under that super-short skirt and made her
gasp.
But she was not the only one to gasp, "Wow!" Raj breathed as he saw
her, dressed in the tiny two piece outfit.
She smiled. Now she felt better, she wanted to see this reaction
from him. He composed himself quickly and said, "You look really
nice, Nitu ji." He motioned her to take her place.
"Oh just call me Nitu." She gave him a flirty smile as she stood in
the center of the room, spacing her heels shoulder width and putting
her hands on her bare, slim, really fit waist.
"So where do you want to start?" She was so eager for the touch of
his hands, she felt like she'd cum when he would touch her again.
He came to stand before her, close enough to be in her intimate
zone, both bodies feeling the warmth from each other.
Nitu's pussy tingled as he took her wrists and guided her to clasp
them behind her neck, gently and politely, smiling all the time.
He placed his hands on the bare sides of her slim body and let her
hands caress up and down her soft skin, around her slim, gorgeous
body, not like a lover, but not exactly in the limits of a tailor.
Nitu opened her eyes when she heard him ask, "So what kind of a
dress do you want?"
woke up hornier than ever. She decided there was no way but to go
there again. But how? He had called her 5 days later for the first
fitting of the suit. All day at work next day she was distracted,
thinking of an excuse to go there. Her heart beat faster every time
she imagined going to the tailor shop again, stepping into the inner
room for "measurement"...damn, that thought was moistening her pussy
without even touching!
Then she got it, she'll have to get a new dress made for her. She
could buy the material this evening after office. She felt her body
respond with a rush of hormones as she thought about this plan.
So eager was she, that she left work early and went to a shopping
mall. After a lot of browsing and experimenting she bought a sequin
dress material, thinking she'd ask him to make her a micromini dress
for a party. Then she suddenly thought about what would she wear to
his shop tonight? Now that she was at the mall, she should get
something hot to wear this evening.
She decided to get something sexy, something hot that would get his
attention. Something that'd tell him what kind of attention she
wanted. That kind of thinking led her into the short skirts section.
And then the top had to match the skirt.
In her bed room, she looked at the two tiny pieces of clothing she
had bought laid out on her bed. The top was a halter, not much
bigger than a bra, one string strap tying behind her neck and one on
her back. That'd leave almost all her back exposed. The top was
tight and did not cover her full 36C tits completely, a very
generous amount of cleavage was available in the middle where a
diamond broach (it looked like diamond) was holding the two cups
together. The skirt was equally slutty, uneven flared hem, silky
just like the top, the maximum length was 8 inches but it varied
going to as less as 6 inches on her left thigh. On her left thigh a
similar diamond-looking pin/broach was scrunching top half of the
skirt, making a triangular naked area on her upper thigh and making
the hem of the short skirt 2 inches higher.
Nitu took care to take a nice bath and then apply creams to her
skin, so that her exposed skin would not only look nice but also
feel nice. She shaved her armpits and her pussy. Then applied an
expensive, seductive perfume, around her armpits, near her tits, and
also around her bald, soft, bare pussy. She surveyed the effect
after wearing the tiny top and skirt, and the tiniest, small thong
she could find. It was necessary also because of the bare patch in
the skirt, normal panties would show.
She wore 5" high heeled open toed shoes. The heels were pencil
style, the platform clear and the straps that tied around her calves
were white.
As she stood before the long mirror, she could feel her body charged
with horniness. Maybe it was the effect of the clothes and dress up,
or the anticipation of what she was going to do, but as she lifted
her skirt, she could see a quite bit wet patch on the thong already.
She looked and felt very naked, so she picked up a long coat that
covered her down to her knees. She closed the coat and walked out to
her car before she could lose the nerve to do it.
She parked the car in front of the tailor shop and sat there trying
to get up her nerve. She could feel her thong completely soaked in
her pussy juices. She lifted her skirt and took off the soggy thong,
leaving it on the passenger seat. Taking some face tissues from the
dashboard, she wiped her wet pussy as much as she could. She thought
about leaving the coat also there in the car, but decided to keep it
for now.
Nitu picked up the sequin cloth that she had bought, from the back
seat and started walking carefully to the tailor shop. Her heels
were making a click-clack noise on the road and she could feel cool
evening breeze entering her skirt and tickling her bare pussy,
despite the long coat.
She stepped into the shop and as usual bells rang but today even
this sound made her heart beat faster with excitement as she knew
this would bring Raj.
"Hello Ma'aam." Raj smiled at her, looking pleased to see her back
so soon. "I am afraid your suit it not ready yet."
"Oh, you can call me Nitu", she smiled her charming smile, her heart
was pounding but her words were surprisingly coherent and in
control, "No, I have come for another thing. I want you to stitch a
dress for me, I have a party to go to this month." She offered him
the sequin cloth.
He took the cloth, felt it in his fingers and told her, "Sure, let
me know what kinda dress you want and I'll have it ready for you."
"Yeah, I'll tell you as you take the measurements." Her heartbeat
was increasing every minute.
"Oh, but I already have your measurements. From the suit, remember?"
Nitu's heart almost stopped, he wasn't going to measure her today?
"No, no" she tried, "I don't want it to be the same style, I have
some definite ideas about this dress."
"Oh! In that case, I better measure you again." The smile came back
on Nitu's face, with her heart beating really fast as he walked
towards the inner room. She following him in and took off her coat,
which she deposited on a narrow shelf running one side of the room,
along with her purse and sunglasses. The cool air-conditioned air of
the room hit her pussy under that super-short skirt and made her
gasp.
But she was not the only one to gasp, "Wow!" Raj breathed as he saw
her, dressed in the tiny two piece outfit.
She smiled. Now she felt better, she wanted to see this reaction
from him. He composed himself quickly and said, "You look really
nice, Nitu ji." He motioned her to take her place.
"Oh just call me Nitu." She gave him a flirty smile as she stood in
the center of the room, spacing her heels shoulder width and putting
her hands on her bare, slim, really fit waist.
"So where do you want to start?" She was so eager for the touch of
his hands, she felt like she'd cum when he would touch her again.
He came to stand before her, close enough to be in her intimate
zone, both bodies feeling the warmth from each other.
Nitu's pussy tingled as he took her wrists and guided her to clasp
them behind her neck, gently and politely, smiling all the time.
He placed his hands on the bare sides of her slim body and let her
hands caress up and down her soft skin, around her slim, gorgeous
body, not like a lover, but not exactly in the limits of a tailor.
Nitu opened her eyes when she heard him ask, "So what kind of a
dress do you want?"
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