Nitu the Married Woman @ Tailor Shop

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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.

logepri86 · Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:09 pm Post subject:

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!"

logepri86 · Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:18 pm Post subject:

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.

logepri86 · Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:40 pm Post subject:

He then moved behind her, saying, "How short do you want it to be?"
He caressed her firm ass, giving her several options for a short
dress. She sighed and moaned at his touch, choosing a length for her
minidress.

"Are you sure?", Raj asked, "that is one inch too short to cover
your ass fully. Are you planning to wear panties under it?"

"No." Right now she was planning to be a slut, in every manner.

"Then bend over and put your hands on your knees, let me check the
exposure." Hearing him talk like that made her heart jump, her pussy
flowing freely now. She obeyed him instantly, putting her hands on
her knees, looking behind her, her silky, soft hair falling down one
side of her face.

"Yes, you are exposed from here!", Nitu already knew that but his
words made her all the more conscious of her dress and pose.
Realizing how he was looking at her bare pussy filled with the juice
of desire, made her already soaked pussy tingle, itching for some
attention.

But Raj didn't even touch her pussy. Instead he said, "Stand back
up."

She obeyed.

"Now go to that wall, bend over with your hands on that shelf." Raj
instructed, but didn't explain why this time.

Nevertheless, Nitu complied with his order instantly and without
question. She walked to the wall with the low wooden shelf, stepping
carefully in her 5" high heels. Grabbing the 1 foot wide wooden
shelf with her well-manicured hands she bent over from the waist,
bringing her upper body parallel with the floor. Her legs were
shoulder length apart and in that short, silky skirt, just the tip
of her pussy slit could be seen glistening in the artificial light.

Raj walked over to her and enjoyed the sight of her gorgeous body
from behind. Then his and shot out and slapped her firm ass, not too
hard, but enough to make her gasp and whimper like a kitten, "Open
your legs wide, Nitu, spread them fully wide for me!"

"Yes, sir!" was Nitu's meek, submissive response. She lifted her
high-heeled feet and spread her legs more than 2 feet wide. Now as
her short, tiny skirt hiked up, her pussy came into full view, her
tight pussy slit fully wet, her pussy juices making a fresh puddle
between her legs on the floor.

Raj, slowly and deliberately, hiked up her skirt on her waist, fully
exposing her firm, well-rounded buttocks and her tiny, tight ass
hole. Her pussy was already fully exposed. Nitu, realizing her
exposed position and imagining Raj's eyes on her most private parts,
got more and more excited, her dripping pussy bearing evidence to
her aroused state of mind.

Raj could feel his dick get very hard in his pants as he caressed
her firm buttock, in a tight circle, his thumb actually passed
between her legs and brushed lightly on her bald, shaven pussy lip.
Nitu almost jumped at that gentle touch, but Raj continued the
circle and his thumb passing in her tight ass crack, touched her
pink, tight, hot ass hole.

Nitu moaned louder this time, "Aaaanh! Please?" She pleaded.

Raj calmly reached over and untied the neck strap of her tiny, sexy,
short top letting it fall open, exposing her hardened, sexy
tits. "Please? Please what? What are you asking for, Nitu?" He asked
nicely, fully in control of the situation.

"Please fuck me! Enter me! Fuck me hard!" Nitu surrendered, she
could not take any more. Her body was burning with desire.