The Dares:
Yash had finished a meeting and reached the office at 6:00 PM, he usually didn’t stay in office that late, but he had to report the project manager about the meeting. He was about to enter his chamber when he heard peals of laughter and clapping sounds coming from the conference room next to his chamber. Already annoyed, the incessant noise ticked him off, so he knocked on the conference room door; it was opened very slightly and Rahul, one of his colleagues opened the door.
“Rahul…will you guys keep it down?” Yash said.
“Yash…come in…something nice to show you…” Rahul chuckled.
“No dude…later…have to meet project manager…” Yash protested, but Rahul grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room and closed the door.
“Come on…man…trust me…here we have exactly what you need after a long day of meetings…” Rahul said. Yash looked around, there were three other construction managers at the other end of the room, crowded around a laptop.
“What’s going on?” Yash asked, approaching them. One of them pointed to the screen. It was some sort of a porn video. Yash looked away at once and continued “Guys…are you crazy? This violates so many policies! Porn in office? You’ll get fired if someone catches you….”
“Man…lighten up a bit…it’s not like we are broadcasting it to ladies…we are in a conference room after hours…” the guy whose laptop it was said.
“Do what you want…I am leaving…” Yash said and turned to leave.
“At least look at the body of this babe…I wonder how men like these get hotties like her…” Rahul said turning the screen in Yash’s direction.
Yash looked back reflexively, and stopped in his tracks after he saw the screen. Rahul turned the screen around and Yash walked towards him and behind him to watch the screen.
“Haha…even Mr. Goody Two Shoes Yash is enchanted…” another guy slapped Yash on the back and laughed.
Enchanted? Horrified was the word. Here’s what was playing on the screen - A dark thin man was standing near a betel (paan) shop. In front of him on the floor, was a naked woman with a very hot body, on her knees, with her back to the camera. From the movement of her head, it was clear she was giving the man a blowjob. Someone else was shooting this. Still visible on the woman body, was what had made Yash stop in his tracks first.
It was a tattoo, the tattoo Yash was watching from last 10 days. Now of course it was possible that two people might have the same tattoo. But it was almost impossible that two people would have it on the same place. Because the woman who was giving the blowjob and whose face wasn’t visible had tattoo exactly on the same place where Reema had just an inch above her ass-cracks.
The blowjob continued for a few more seconds, when a voice said off-camera “Time for a close-up…do you mind if I take a close-up…cheedilal…” and laughed.
“Sajid Bhai…whatever you wish…I don’t have any problem…” Cheedilal replied.
“Don’t you dare take a close-up…Sajid…” As Cheedilal said that, the woman spoke without looking back.
“What a bitch…doesn’t mind showing the rest of her body naked…but won’t show her face…” That’s when one of the construction managers watching the clip with Yash said and everyone laughed.
“Don’t worry dear…I’ll shoot it in a way that your full face isn’t seen…only your luscious lips around Cheedilal cock…and we have promised you…we’ll delete the clips afterwards…” Sajid’s voice came.
The woman on screen was about to say something when Cheedilal caught her head and held it down saying “You talk too much…shut up and keep sucking…”
And only muffled moans of protest were heard. The camera started moving closer.
“First…let’s take a close-up of her ass…” Sajid voice on the screen said “Now the pussy…” and he zoomed in on the pussy, displaying a mole just near the pussy that pretty much shot to bits any hopes Yash had of this not being his wife. “Now her boobs…” he said showing Reema’s luscious boobs bouncing against Cheedilal’s knees, “And now…the lips and the cock….” And the camera moved upwards.
Yash heart almost stopped as he dreaded the worst. Reema full face would be visible. All these construction managers knew Reema, they had met her in parties so many times. ‘Did they had set him me for humiliation? Are they going to laugh at me for being a cuckold…are they going to spread the news all over the office?’ These thoughts raced through Yash mind as the camera slowly moved upwards, but before it could reach the face, it was yanked from Sajid’s hand and thrown to the side. All that was visible for the next few seconds was the ceiling, and then the video stopped.
“Feisty little bitch!” Rahul said.
“Where did you get this?” Yash asked the guy who owned the laptop.
“Some friend forwarded it to me with a bunch of other clips…liked it…didn’t you?” he said. Yash stayed silent, hoping that no one had recognized Reema’s voice. No one seemed to have. He continued “You should watch the whole thing….it’s half hour long…”
“Awesome video….the worst part though…is that she doesn’t show her face at all…and speaks only at the end …wonder what she charges for a night…” another guy piped up.
“Maybe...she is just some desperate housewife…” Rahul asked.
“Maybe…but a hot bitch like her can get any man she wants…why would she give blowjobs to such ugly guy …and why didn’t she actually fuck anyone? All we saw was oral sex…” they guy said.
“Maybe she didn’t fuck them on camera…” Rahul countered.
“Guys…I’ve got to go…send me the clips on my WhatsApp…” Yash said and walked out of the conference room.
It had been ten days since Reema returned from Sajid’s hometown but as Yash was busy with his meeting and other presentation, he didn’t get enough time to spend with Reema. Yash reported the project manager about the meeting and after half an hour later, he was speeding his car towards his house. When Yash got home, Reema was watching TV. Yash came in and she kissed him on cheeks.
“How was your day?” Reema asked.
“Fine…” Yash replied.
“What happened?” Reema asked, sensing something was wrong.
“From last few days…I was so busy…can’t give you enough time…” Yash said, Reema stared at him. “I was so stupid…that I missed the remaining part of your adventures…” Yash continued.
“Yash…please you don’t have to apologize…I know you work hard for us only…” Reema said.
“So…can you continue telling me your adventures from where you’ve left…” Yash said.
“Yash first get fresh…after dinner…I’ll narrate my adventures to you…” Reema replied.
After half hour “I think you can narrate your adventures while eating…” Yash said, siting on the dining table for dinner.
“You’re too eager to hear…OK…listen carefully…” Reema started narrating her adventures to Yash.
Reema’s narration:
“Reema…wake up….” It was around 5:00 AM when Raziya woke me.
“Raziya…are you nuts…it’s 5:00 Am only…let me sleep…” I said.
“Reema…get up…you know I didn’t sleep last night…” Raziya replied.
“Who told you not to sleep…and why didn’t you sleep last night?” I asked back.
“Tomorrow morning you’ll return…so me, Sakila, Gazala & Reshma were thinking…thinking of making today special…doing something special…so we thought for some dares…some dares which you’ve to perform for all of us…” Raziya replied.
“What? I can’t believe you…I mean…I’m surprised…that all you girls have chosen dares for me…I’m impressed…” I said getting out of the bed.
“Come downstairs…others are waiting for you…” Raziya said pulling me downstairs to the living room. In no time we joined the others in the living room.
“Reema don’t take me wrong but…me, Gazala and Raziya envy you…we envy you because Sajid always praises you for fulfilling his fantasy…so last night we recalled our memories…recalling the memories where Sajid had shared his fantasies with us…but we denied…out of that memories we’ve chosen few… hope you’ll perform that fantasy for all of us…” Sakila said.
“I’m really impressed…you girls had recalled your memories…to choose some dares for me…I’m all in…so what’s my first dare?” I said cutting Sakila in between.
“Don’t interrupt me while I’m talking…and don’t get so excited…before telling you the dare…let me tell you something about the dare…all dares will be performed outside…outside means full outside…any place in this village…Sajid will be there with you for your safety…as well as he’ll be recording…all your dares from his mobile phone…so that we can watch it…we’ll delete the video after we watch them…if you agree then only we’ll tell you your first dare…” Sakila said.
“Guys…are you serious…you’re killing me…it’s scary…but it’s thrilling…I’ll do whatever the dare is…I am dying to know about my first dare…” I replied.
“Well get naked…Reema for starter…how about you doing 10 jumping jacks…it’s just like warming up…before hitting the gym…” Sakila said. I grinned and in no time I was standing nude in front of them and started doing jumping jack right away. Reshma burst into laughter as my tight butt moved up and down right in front of her face, distracting the rest of them only mildly from the spectacle that my D’s flopping all over the place. After 10, I sat down, cupping my boobs and blowing air over them as if they were smoking guns. We all laughed, Sajid was recording all this from his cheap mobile phone.
“Before I do my next dare…I would like to say something…as Sajid is also coming with me…why don’t he do the same warming up thing…” I said with a grin in my face.
“Wonderful idea…Why didn’t we think of that?” Raziya said.
Sajid stood, took off his clothes and started jumping, and as expected his semi-hard cock bounced up and down, hitting him in the stomach each time. We all clapped when he was done, and I offered the obligatory “Don’t know how you guys walk around with those things ….” Sajid laughed and wore his clothes back.
“Reema…now start with a lap around the outside of the house…” Gazala said. It was almost 5:45 Am and they had neighbors on both sides, pretty close by, so they would be awake.
“You cunt…” I said, getting up and walking to the door. They all admired my butt, which was round. I took a deep breath, opened the door and took off. Sajid shut the door right away running with me with his cheap mobile in his hands and others went over to the windows to peek through the curtains, which were drawn.
“There’s a light on in this house…but no one saw you…” Sajid said running close with me. As I rounded the corner in a full sprint, I see their 45-year-old neighbor, Raftar, sitting on his couch watching TV next to a big window. I immediately tried to cover my breasts and cunt as I ran. Somehow, Raftar didn’t notice. Finally, I burst through the door.
“Not cool, guys…” I said, giggling. As I sat down, I noticed my nipples were hard.
“I got one idea…” Reshma said.
“Go on…” I replied.
“Ok…you got lucky last time…so…go through Sajid phone…pick a guy…and send him a five second Snapchat of your boobs…” " Reshma said. For those of you who haven’t used Snapchat, it lets you send a picture that displays on the person’s phone for a few seconds and then disappears.
“Come on…you can take screenshots of snapchat…I don’t want ending up on the internet…” I complained.
“Who told you to send Snapchat of your face…I said your boobs…” Reshma said.
“Fine…I’ll send it to your brother Raziya…it’ll make his day…” I said, grabbing Sajid phone. We all laughed. Raziya’s 21-year-old brother, Nasim, was kind of nerdy. This might be the first set of boobs he’d ever seen naked; I pointed the phone at my tits, click, and it was done.
Sakila explained the dare, and soon me and Sajid left in my car. After 15 minutes of driving we were near the river, Sajid parked the car and we started wandering to find a spot to bath. Sajid smiled with a grin on his face when he noticed some older age man from the village bathing nearby.
“Sajid…what are you doing here?” One of them asked Sajid, who was around year old, fat and dark hairy man.
“Gaffur bhai actually…before taking bath Madam has a habit of taking few laps in her swimming pool…since we villagers can’t afford a swimming pool…I brought her here…” Sajid said to the old man then turning to me he said “Madam…this is our village swimming pool…you can swim here…” saying this he sat on a nearby stone and pulled out his mobile from his pocket and started recording.
I leave my bag near the tree shade and starting removing my clothes, soon I was standing naked. Gaffur’s jaw dropped as he didn’t expect this.
“What are you doing?” Gaffur man asked me.
“What else? I’m going to swim…” I said.
“Do you always swim like this?” Gaffur asked.
“Yes…but why…am I doing something wrong?” I said innocently.
“No dear…you’re the only one doing the right way in this village…” Gaffur said, I blushed to hear that.
I knew the more I waste time the more people will come for bathing so without wasting more time; I jumped into the river and started swimming while other guys were watching the sight, they think it was harder or impossible to see. I could see all the men were talking to each other while Sajid was busy in making video. After five minutes I came out of the water, Gaffur ran towards me and offered me the towel and insist that he dry my hair and body. At first, I was thinking of denying him but his innocent face turned my decision, as well as I was loving being pampered and I was wet between my legs.
After drying my hairs Gaffur tied the towel in my hairs and started rubbing my arms with his hands. Before I could say something Gaffur said “Madam…first you need to clean the water drops with your hands…then only use the towel…this way your body remains fit and healthy…”
“Oh…I didn’t know that…that’s why you look so young despite being 60…” I said innocently. Gaffur started rubbing or cleaning the water droplets from my stomach, I could feel his hands shaking with excitement. For a minute he continued rubbing or cleaning the water drops from my arms and stomach, I think he was afraid to move forward.
“Gaffur ji…I’m getting late…please be fast…till now you have just rubbed my arms and stomach…you have to rub my back…chest and legs also…” I said. This was all Gaffur wanted, soon his hands were all over my body, he was running his hands on my breasts, legs, ass cheeks and even on my pussy. After rubbing his hands on my body for five minutes Gaffur dried me well and I started wearing my dress.
“Madam…who trimmed your bushes…do you have a barber in city for these bushes also…” Another guy from the crowd asked pointing towards my neat clean shaved pussy.
“Oh no…I trimmed it myself…for removing them…we can buy razors and hair removing cream for the market…” I said laughing.
I saw Sajid putting his mobile in his pocket, I said goodbye to all of them and we drove back to Sajid’s house. All of them Sakila, Raziya, Gazala and Reshma were waiting eagerly for our return. While me and Sajid were doing our breakfast all of them were taking their time watching the recording in Sajid’s mobile.
“I’ll continue to narrate the remaining adventure after I clean the dishes…” Reema said, collecting the dishes from the dining table.
2
Reema was cleaning the dishes while Yash was busy in checking his WhatsApp. Soon Reema finished the dishes and enters the bedroom.
“Shall we start?” Reema said, getting in the bed.
“Yes…I was waiting…” Yash replied.
Reema narration:
“Reema…there’s a tailor about two blocks away…you have to go there…and get this dress altered for free…remember you’ll be wearing this dress tonight…” Reshma said handing me a dress.
“Are you talking about Ajeet…the one who is Sajid’s friend…he is weird…” Raziya said and made a face.
“Weird? Who cares? I don’t care if he’s weird…as long as he can get my dress altered in time…” I picked the dress, and left the house in a rush with Sajid and was dressed casually in shorts and a V-neck T-shirt with one of my utilitarian bras. When I looked at the dress, I discovered that it had a built-in bra; so, I wouldn’t need a dressier bra for the fitting.
Sajid pulled into a parking space in the shopping center, the parking lot and building weren’t in the best condition and the alteration shop fit the same aesthetic. Dust and old, neglected plants lined the window. Two green, vinyl-covered seats sat to the left, a sales counter to the right. There were long beads hanging across a doorway; an entrance to the back of the store. The smell of incense permeated the space.
“Hello?” Sajid said, then gently rang a bell on the counter. I heard a voice come from the back of the shop. “Yes…yes… Please, one moment…”
After a brief wait, the beaded curtain parted. A short, black-haired man with a dark tan complexion greeted me with a broad, white smile. He looked to be in his forties.
“Sajid…how are you…come this way…” He motioned to the back.
“She is my friend…She wanted one of her dress altered…” Sajid said and winked at him. We walked down a hallway with dirty walls and carpet that hadn’t seen a vacuum for some time, past a dark restroom. At the end of the hallway, we entered a large, brightly lit room with an elevated deck surrounded by six, full-length mirrors. The space reminded me of the few other alteration shops I’d been to in city. Dresses and suits in bags were hung on wheeled racks that were pushed up against the walls. Three tables were situated between the clothes racks with fabric and measuring tape laying upon them.
As we entered the room, the man spun sharply on his heel to face me. He extended his hand and said “My name is Ajeet.” I smiled and placed my hand in his, expecting a shake. Instead, he raised it to his lips and kissed the top of it. His sudden, unexpected charm caught me off guard.
“Oh…Okay…I’m Reema…nice to meet you, Ajeet…” I blushed.
“Ajeet…why don’t you take her measurements nicely…till them I’m going to Cheedilal shop to have a pan…” Sajid said and putting his cheap mobile in the counter left.
“Ok…Sajid bhai…” Ajeet said.
“Please…” Ajeet motioned for me to step up, taking the dress from me.
He put the dress on a hanger, then hung it on a nearby clothes rack and turned to me. Without another word, he smoothed my clothes against my body, and grabbed my hips and waist firmly. With measuring tape in hand, he began stretching it across various places over my body. His touch was confident and firm. He seemed to take liberties in touching me over my clothes. He had what I felt to be expert hands; they were quick and sure. His fingers were long and I could tell he knew what he was doing. He was nimble and lithe.
“Can you fix it…” I said.
Ajeet paused briefly to regard me with a raised eyebrow and I expounded. “I mean…I need this for tonight…can you fix it in such a short notice…”
“Yes…yes….I can have this completed by Five in the evening…now please…take the dress and disrobe…come out with the dress on…” Ajeet said and motioned to one of two dressing rooms by the fitting area that had a curtain hung across the opening for privacy.
I tugged the red, velvet curtain closed. Although there was a gap where the curtain met the wall, I felt confident that Ajeet would respect my privacy. As the dress had a built-in bra, I took off my shorts and T-shirt, and removed my bra. Now in just my panties, I carefully stepped into the chocolate-brown dress and wiggled it up to my hips. Plenty of space there. I worked the dress up to my torso, but it caught as I tried pulling it around my chest. I stopped to un-zip the back, then tried again, cramming my boobs into the tight bust area. I tried as best I could to fit all of my breasts into the garment.
Turning, I looked in the floor length mirror; my bosom was bulging out of the top like some adult cartoon character, my broad curves flowed out above the built-in cups, with my nipples sticking out way past the hem. I pushed and crammed my creamy breasts down into the dress. After several attempts, I’d managed to tuck most of my nipples into the fabric, but the pink outer rims of my areolas were still visible. I’d begun to sweat from the effort. I didn’t want to rip the dress, so I’d to be satisfied with my breasts busting out of the top.
“Um, Mr. Ajeet?” I called from behind the curtain.
I heard him shuffle over. “Yes?” I could see his sandal-clad feet from under the curtain.
"I can’t go out there…the dress is too small….” I whined.
“Miss…that is precisely why you are here…is it not? You are here to have the dress let-out in the bust and taken-in at the waist…if it fit you properly…you wouldn’t need my services…” Ajeet said.
“Yes…you’re right…Okay, here I come…but don’t laugh…” I opened the curtain and stood in the dressing room with a pout on my face.
Ajeet suddenly found himself looking at the sexiest sight he had ever seen, especially-as a male tailor who worked with girls and women dresses- I was like a fantasy come to life. He had an extremely difficult time not grabbing and groping my breasts right then and there.
My cleavage occupied my entire chest. The curves projected outward like halves of a perfect sphere. They were wobbling from being constrained within the tight dress. Even the pink edges of my nipples were slightly peeking out. I’d pulled my hair up into a makeshift bun which brought more attention to my neck.
I watched as Ajeet moved his eyes all over my body, he appeared delighted with my figure. Like all the other men, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my breasts.
Ajeet looked at my waist, then back to my breasts and said “Yes…yes…alterations are very much needed…Please step onto the fitting platform…”
I stepped out of the dressing room, into the bright lights and up onto the platform. Ajeet stepped on it with me, his hands on my waist and the small of my back, pressing me toward the mirrors in front. Ajeet’s face appeared behind md, over my shoulder, looking at me through the mirror.
“I’ll have to touch you to get the fitting right…” he warned and before I could say anything, Ajeet’s hands were on the outside of each breast. He pressed them together, gently at first, then with growing firmness. My breasts squished against one another, deepening my cleavage. The dress slipped slightly, revealing more creamy flesh. He stared at me through the mirror “Hands up…over your head…” he instructed curtly.
I moved automatically in response, jerking nervously. I awkwardly raised my arms, then moved my hands to hold my hair up in a more natural pose. I watched Ajeet’s hands press on the outside of my breasts. Ajeet stood behind me, pushing my breasts together with growing force. I gasped in disbelief as his hands pressed up and then inward from the outside of the garment. He smashed them together from my sides creating a ridiculous display of tit flesh. Almost half of my areolas had tumbled out visibly.
Ajeet envisioned his ample cock sliding in between the creases he was creating with my tits. My breasts felt exquisite, soft, heavy, full. His cock was becoming erect. He made no effort to hide his growing stiffness, carelessly bumping against me with his bulge. I could feel the lump drag across my butt cheeks.
“Your breasts are heavy…require extra support for a dress like this….” Ajeet said and moved around to my front. He cupped a hand under each breast and began lifting them in his palms. He seemed to be trying to gauge their weight and firmness.
“They bulge out of this material…the sides here will need to be held from the shoulders…” he spoke clinically, as if sharing information I didn’t already know.
He bounced my breasts from the sides. Now, the extended bump of my left nipple popped out. The edge of one of my areolas was becoming visible with Ajeet’s shaking and handling. He grabbed the dress at the sides near my shoulder, turned the fabric over, and explained how he’ll need to re-structure the garment to fit me.
“I’ll need to fit you with the cups…this requires more touching…” He warned again. Apparently, everything he was doing required a great deal of touching. Ajeet resumed his position behind me and put his hands below my arms. He slid his fingers into the dress and moved his hands forward. He scooped his hands against my bare flesh and pulled each naked breast out from each cup. He began gripping and feeling each one, his strong fingers dragging across my nipples.
After a brief moment of squeezing, he abruptly pulled the entire chest section of the dress down. My tits bounced momentarily as he freed them, then rippled slightly as he adjusted the dress down.
“Oh…” I was surprised by the aggressive approach, my nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cooler air. I regarded my full, naked breasts, multiplied by the six mirrors, feeling quite exposed. This feeling was magnified by the bright lights.
While I was analyzing the different angles provided by each mirror, Ajeet set to his work. He brandished a small seam splitter and was cutting threads and stitching here and there. He used his hands to move and reposition each bare breast often. He would regularly return his hands fully onto my breasts, pausing to lift and feel them. I couldn’t stifle my gasp when he, very gently, pinched my nipples nonchalantly. He made an inquisitive sound, looking at my thick nipples between his index finger and thumb, then resumed fiddling with my seam.
My dark red nipples became embarrassingly hard and my areolas began to shrink from the stimulation. To my surprise, his touch was causing me to become slightly aroused. I still had my hands over my head, as instructed. My breasts were hanging in front of me looking soft and smooth. Ajeet behind me made them shake and wobble from his work. My hard nipples pointed straight ahead. He’d pull out a stitch, palm my broad breasts, then pinch my nipples. Each time he let go, my nipples ached for more.
Ajeet brusquely positioned my body to face him and used both hands to lift my left breast and reposition in its cup within the dress. He did the same for the right breast. Then, he used a piece of chalk to mark something on the shoulder. He took the breast out and scratched his chin. Without a word, he then left.
I stood there topless, waiting. I heard feet shuffling on a carpet and then a quiet ‘WHOOSH.’ The air in the room shifted slightly and I realized someone must have opened the front door to the shop, back in the waiting room. I heard the bell chime.
“Package, Ajeet!” a gravelly voice called out.
I nervously clapped my hands over my bare tits, listening, and covering myself as best I could.
I heard Ajeet’s soft voice and a laugh in response. Then the gravelly voice said “Same shit different day…See you tomorrow!”
Then there was a faint -thud-, presumably the door closing. I felt relieved and lifted my hands again, putting them on my head. Moments later, Ajeet returned, carrying a pencil and pad of paper. He looked at my bare breasts, then to my face.
“This dress is going to accentuate your breasts a great deal…it cannot be helped…it is just how it is cut…I can let it out… but even when I do…it will only cover a little more than half of your breasts…” Ajeet addressed me in his clinical tone and friendly accent.
His gaze dropped again. Ajeet smiled...at my tits.
It dawned on me that this fitting wasn’t as professional as it should be. But something held me in place, frozen.
Ajeet stood back looking right at my bare chest. Both breasts were out again, nipples hard as nails, the dress cups were hanging to the side. I didn’t object to being exposed to him.
“But I’ve a solution…I can do two things…I can attach a piece of fabric to the top like this…” Ajeet said and grabbed both breasts and situated them into my cups as their size would allow, then straightened the dress over them. My tits again bulged out indecently. Ajeet reached down to a table that had small swatches of fabric and selected a small, rectangular piece. He placed it handily over the broad tops of my tits, pressing and squeezing them. Finally, he tucked two corners of the triangle into my dress so the fabric would stay in place, covering most of my cleavage
He stood back and looked at it.
“...which, as you can see changes the look of the dress considerably….”
I regarded myself in the mirror. It didn’t look right. I sighed. “You’re right, Ajeet…it would be too different from the other dresses…”
“Or I can create a special bra of sorts…to hold your breasts down and slightly apart…” he suggested, moving before I could respond. He was behind me again and quickly peeled the triangle of fabric away. In the same manner as before, he scooped his entire hand around each of my breasts and flopped them free, yanking the dress down to my waist. My entire upper body was again exposed.
I stayed silent, gently holding my hair with both hands above my head. Ajeet was behind me and we both watched as his grip returned to my breasts. His nimble hands lifted my heavy, pale tits. He pulled them apart, then knocked them together, causing them to move dramatically. His thumbs pressed against my nipples. I noticed he was looking at the dress from top to bottom, but while he was doing this, his hands were holding my breasts together and his thumbs were rubbing each nipple, causing them to ache with arousal. I looked at the several reflections of my breasts in the mirror as he caressed each nipple with his long, brown thumb.
I did nothing to stop him. My skin felt flush and my body, hot. There was a moist heat growing between my thighs. I realized she was panting.
Ajeet lightly caressed my breasts in his hands bouncing them playfully, then squeezed before letting them fall back together. He was fondling me between his more serious adjustments. He was mixing business with his pleasure and losing track of the distinction himself in his eagerness. He reached back to the table and produced a small bolt of white, gauze-like fabric. He wrapped it around his hand and cut.
Before I even knew what he was doing he had the material wrapped around each breast individually, then around the middle of my back and over both breasts, creating a make-shift, strapless bra. He manipulated me expertly, increasing my arousal. He repositioned me as he wanted me before the mirror. He pulled my dress back up and over my breasts which caused the dress to hang differently on my body.
I regarded myself in the mirrors on the brightly lit platform. Although the dress still needed to be let out, I could see how this could actually work.
“Wow! You’re a genius!” I was sincerely impressed.
Ajeet smiled, turning me slightly, appraising his work. Satisfied, he moved behind me again and without warning, he pulled my dress down, this time to my ankles. I felt a cold breeze followed by a hot, searing flash in my pussy as he did this. Now I was standing in nothing but my panties and the strapless bra-thing he had just fashioned around my bosom.
He stood fully behind me, reached around and grabbed my breasts from behind, then moved them up and down and put them together creating cleavage. All this while looking at me, we made eye contact in the mirror.
“Yes…this will do nicely when I make the alterations for your dress…” his voice was right in my ear, closer than before. As he said this, I could feel a stiff bulge pressing first into one butt cheek, then the other, then between them in my ass cleavage. It was obviously his cock.
I watched his movement behind me in the mirror. I could feel that my underwear was riding up behind ne and revealing a lot of ass. My pussy throbbed. She couldn’t help it.
Ajeet released my fabric-covered tits and let his hands slide down my soft, smooth skin as he dipped down to my ankles. He fiddled with the dress at my ankles, taking the liberty to stare at my smooth butt cheeks, up close and personal. He leaned in, silently smelling me. The scent of my arousal was unmistakable.
He rose again, making sure to nestle his aching cock back between my ass cheeks, feeling the heat of my pussy through my panties and his pants. He fought the urge to smile and began unwrapping the fabric of the makeshift bra. My tits again bounced free.
Ajeet couldn’t help himself. He firmly gripped both breasts and abandoned all pretenses. Holding each breast, he thrust into me once, then again, then a third time, lewdly humping me in three strokes. I was dazed and wasn’t sure what to do. It felt like I was under a strange spell. I was held in his grasp and felt the rigid tip of his bulge poke directly against my panty-clad labia. My pussy responded to his thrusts with a gush of wetness that I hoped would not become visible through my panties.
Ajeet took a measuring tape and mumbled something about measuring my inseam. He crouched behind me and positioned my feet slightly wider apart. I let him part my legs, once again holding my hands over my head. I was exactly where Ajeet wanted me: a state of submission, willing to go along with nearly any command, and physical prodding. He knew without a doubt that he could have his way with me.
Ajeet’s broad thumb pressed the end of his measuring tape right up against the thin, wet gusset of my thong panties. He stretched the tape down the inside of my thigh and began pumping his thumb against my aching opening. He seemed to know right where to touch me.
I held fast, growing uncontrollably aroused. I felt his fingers move against my panties. All I could think about was him plunging into me. There was only the pathetically thin barrier of my panties between us.
Ajeet moved and his knuckles dragged directly over my throbbing clit. He felt the stiff nub distinctly through my wet panties.
“OH…” I cried out in pleasure.
I was so surprised by the sudden contact on my clit that my knees nearly collapsed. I was inexplicably wet from all his touching, and shocked that I responded to his knuckles by pushing myself down against them to rub myself against his hand. I grinded my hips, ever so briefly, to maintain the exquisite contact of his knobby knuckles on my clit. The action was involuntary. I wanted relief.
Just as quickly as he had touched me, he removed his hand from between my legs and stood back up.
Ajeet wanted to continue to explore me more with his hands and fingers, but thought it best to quit before he took things too far. He knew Sajid can return anytime, so he reluctantly decided to get back to being a tailor.
Ajeet made eye contact with me, noting me flushed, dazed expression. He put his hand on my shoulder and said directly “We are finished here…”
Ajeet continued to ogle my body in the mirror. “I will let out the fabric in the chest…reinforce the stitching in the shoulders…create a makeshift bra to support…re-form your breasts to fit the style of the dress…take in the waist and shorten the dress at the hem….”
At last, he moved away from me, leaning over a table and writing everything he said onto a business duplicate receipt. He tore off my copy and handed it to me.
He stared directly at my dangling breasts. “Please…you may put your clothes on now…the dress will be ready by 5 in the evening…you don’t have to pay for my service…” He said.
“Th- Thank you for helping me…” I replied, after wearing my clothes, I grabbed Sajid cheap mobile and went to the parking lot where I found Sajid talking to someone near my car.
Reema narration ends:
“Yash I’m feeling sleepy…I’ll continue my adventure tomorrow morning…” Reema said and went to sleep.
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