“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?”
He was making notations in a notebook of all measurements. He made another one now.
“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….use……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?”
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“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.