Door to Door Bra salesman : Ajit

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Scene 1 : Sangeeta

Ajit stood at the door. He was a bra salesman, selling bras and tailoring blouses. He felt hot in the sun. He rang the bell. He was a man in his late twenties, tall and lean. His eyes looked eager for a sale, or maybe more. He liked pretty things and big challenges. He disliked waiting.

The door opened. A woman stood there. It was Sangeeta. She was thirty-five, married, and very beautiful. She wore a dress that showed a lot of her chest. Her breasts were big, a 36E size, and they looked heavy and soft under the thin cloth. Her cleavage was deep and inviting. She looked bold and confident, but inside, she felt a little excited and nervous. Sometimes, when she was excited, her breasts would leak milk, very little, just a sweet wetness on her nipples. She knew this was happening now, a tiny warmth.

Sangeeta: "What you want?"

Ajit: (He looked quickly at her chest, then met her eyes. He smiled, a confident, slightly hungry smile.) "Good morning, ma'am. My name is Ajit. I am a bra seller. I have new design bras and also I make blouse for sarees."

Sangeeta: (She moved closer to the door, her eyes looking him up and down. She felt his eyes on her breasts and liked it.) "Bra seller? You also stitch clothes?"

Ajit: (He held his bag tighter, feeling the heat rise in his own body.) "Yes, ma'am. Best quality and perfect fit. You try one time, you will like it. We have comfort and style."

Sangeeta: (She looked at his face, her smile getting wider. She saw the interest in his eyes.) "You come inside? Or you stand there in the sun?"

Ajit: (His heart beat faster with hope and excitement.) "Sure, ma'am. Thank you very much."
(He walked inside. The room was cool and big. Sangeeta led him to a sofa.)

Sangeeta: "So, Ajit... what you want to show me?"

Ajit: (He opened his bag. He quickly took out a red lace bra.) "Ma'am, I have this. It is push-up, gives good shape and good lift. Very popular for ladies with... big bust."

Sangeeta: (She sat close to him and leaned forward to see the bra. Her big breasts pushed the fabric of her dress, making the cleavage deeper. The wetness on her nipples was now a little more.) "Hmm. It looks nice. How much
money?"

Ajit: (He fought to keep his eyes on the bra, but the sight of her chest was too strong. He felt heat in his trousers.) "This is expensive ma'am. Two thousand two hundred rupees(Rs 2200). But for you, special discount."

Sangeeta: (She picked up the bra, feeling the soft lace. She looked at him with challenge.) "Oh? Why special for me?"

Ajit: (He looked straight into her eyes, his voice low and a little suggestive.) "Because, ma'am, a woman with your
figure must have best bra. And it would be a pleasure to see this on you."
(Sangeeta's cheeks turned red, a brief moment of shame, but her eyes showed amusement and interest.)

Sangeeta: "You are very bold, Ajit. Okay. What size you take for me?"

Ajit: (He quickly pointed to her chest.) "Ma'am, if you allow, I must take measurement. Only perfect way to know right fit."

Sangeeta: (She looked at him for a long time. Her eyes were dark and inviting. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile.) "Okay. I have a room in my bedroom to try clothes. Follow me."

(She stood up and walked away. Her body moved softly. Ajit watched her, his breath tight. He picked up his bag and followed her, his mind racing with the possibilities of touch and closeness.)

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Scene 2


(Sangeeta led Ajit into her bedroom. It was big and cool. A small door led to the fitting room. Ajit stood near her, holding the red lace bra. Sangeeta felt her breasts ache slightly, a heavy, warm feeling that she knew meant the milk was coming because of her excitement. She tried to act calm.)

Sangeeta: (She pointed to the fitting room.) "Go inside. Let's try new bra."

Ajit: (He looked at Sangeeta, his eyes intense.) "Ma'am, before you try new bra, I must check your current size. Over your dress."

Sangeeta: (She raised her eyebrow. She was surprised but felt a thrill.) "Over my dress? How?"

Ajit: (He took a small step closer. His voice was low, a little nervous, but firm.) "Ma'am, I will adjust little bit. I must touch your chest."

Sangeeta: (She stood still, watching him. She felt the pressure in her breasts increase. She felt hot.) "What you must touch?"

Ajit: (He took one more small step. He was very close now. He looked at her cleavage then met her eyes.) "Ma'am, I must adjust the shape. For perfect size."

Sangeeta: (She held his gaze. She took a slow, deep breath. She felt daring.) "Okay. You do it."

(Ajit's hand moved slowly. It was warm and hard. He put his palm directly over her right breast, on the thin green dress. His fingers spread, his thumb near her cleavage. He put light pressure, just enough to feel the fullness and weight of her 36E breast. He moved his hand a little, pretending to shape the cloth. Sangeeta felt a shock of warmth go through her body. A gush of milk, warm and sweet, came out, soaking the fabric under his hand, making a dark, wet spot on the green dress. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and strong pleasure.)

Sangeeta: (Her voice was a sharp whisper, surprised and thrilled.) "I did not say you can do this."
(Ajit froze, his hand still holding her breast. He looked at the wet spot and then at her face. His eyes were dark with desire and apology. He waited.)

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Scene 3

(Ajit's hand stayed on Sangeeta's soft, full breast. Sangeeta did not move away, even with her protest. She could feel his warmth through the wet, thin cloth. She felt a deep shiver of pleasure and shame. Ajit saw her breathing fast.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and sincere, but his eyes were hot.) "Ma'am, I am so sorry. My intention was not wrong. It is hard to tell the size of your shape. I made a mistake."

(Sangeeta looked at his face. She saw excitement but also a kind of honest worry. Her breasts ached, and the wet spot on her dress was getting bigger. She felt her heart beating fast.)

Sangeeta: (Her voice was soft and a little weak.) "Then... take your hand away. If it was a mistake."
(Ajit looked at his hand on her breast. He felt the weight and the softness. He took a slow, deep breath. He began to pull his hand back, very slowly. His palm rubbed across her round curve, his thumb just brushing the hard nipple under the wet fabric, making Sangeeta gasp slightly. When his hand was gone, she felt cold where he had been hot.)

Ajit: (His voice became professional again, but his eyes were intense.) "Okay, ma'am. I will use tape now. I will also show you some blouse drawings."

(He took a soft tape from his bag. He showed her drawings of saree blouses with deep necks and low backs. Sangeeta tried to look calm. She walked closer to see the drawings. The movement made her breasts press together, and a fresh drop of milk ran down her cleavage, shining on her skin.)

Sangeeta: (She tried to clear her throat, pointing to one drawing.) "This drawing is good. But the neck must be more deep. And I want hooks in front, not on side."

Ajit: (He leaned very close to her, his arm touching hers. His breath was warm near her ear.) "Front hooks? That is interesting. Easy access... for you, of course. How deep should the neck be?"

Sangeeta: (She straightened up, her eyes meeting his. Her face was hot. She felt daring again, looking at his desire.) "So deep that my cleavage looks good. When I wear the saree, the blouse must show everything."

(Ajit's eyes widened. He gave her a slow, knowing smile. He understood the game. The tension between them was now strong and open.)

Ajit: "I understand, ma'am. Perfect. Shall I take measurements now?"

Sangeeta: (She held his gaze, not looking away. She felt a thrill of power.) "Yes. You do it."

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Scene 4

(Sangeeta stood straight, her eyes fixed on Ajit. The tension between them was thick like a hot summer air. She could feel her breasts ache and the milk pressing to come out. Ajit slowly took out a long, soft measuring tape from his bag. His hand was shaking a little.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and a little hoarse.) "Ma'am, for best fit, I must measure all around your bust. And then across."

Sangeeta: (She raised her chin, her eyes challenging him. She liked his nervousness but also his boldness.) "Across? What do you mean across?"

Ajit: (He took a step closer. He was very near now, almost touching her. He looked at her deep cleavage.) "Ma'am, for blouse style with deep neck, I must measure from one side of your chest to other side. To know how much skin we can show."

Sangeeta: (She felt a shiver run down her back. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen. She felt dizzy with the excitement and the danger.) "Okay. You do it. But be careful."

(Ajit's hand moved slowly, trembling. First, he put the tape around her back, under her arms. He made sure to brush his fingers over her bare skin on her back. Sangeeta gasped softly. Then, the tape came to her front, directly over her breasts. It felt tight, pressing her full 36E breasts together. Ajit's fingers brushed her skin on the side of her breast. He looked at the number on the tape. He was very close to her. He could smell her perfume and the faint, sweet smell of her milk.)

Ajit: (His voice was a whisper, very near her ear.) "Thirty-six. Just like I thought. You have a very full figure, ma'am."
(Sangeeta's cheeks burned. The milk was now actively leaking, making two dark wet spots on her dress, one bigger than before, spreading from her nipple. She felt a deep ache between her legs. She felt power and also shame.)

Sangeeta: (Her voice was husky, almost a moan.) "Now what? You said across."

(Ajit nodded. His hand moved again. He put the tape on her left breast, near her armpit. He began to pull it slowly across her chest, over her dress, over her cleavage, and then over her right breast to the other side. His fingers dragged on her skin. The tape pressed down on her wet nipple, making her gasp loudly. He looked at her face, his eyes dark with lust and triumph.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and controlled, but his breathing was fast.) "Fifteen inches. This means a very wide and deep neck will suit you very well, ma'am. It will show everything."

(Sangeeta could not speak. She was breathing hard. The milk was running down her chest. She felt weak in her knees. Ajit was still very close to her, the tape still across her chest. He looked at her wet breasts through the thin dress, a hungry look in his eyes.)

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Scene 5

(Ajit's hand was still holding the measuring tape across Sangeeta's wet, heavy breasts. Sangeeta's breathing was fast, and her eyes were dark with desire. The wet spots on her dress were clear now. She knew the game was not about bras anymore.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and strained, he could not hide his desire.) "Ma'am, for the blouse fitting, I must be honest. It is hard to measure shape with this thick dress. The blouse must fit perfectly on your body."

Sangeeta: (She understood. She felt shame but also a stronger pleasure.) "What do you mean?"

Ajit: (He took a small step back, but his eyes held hers. His gaze was hot.) "I mean, ma'am, for a few minutes, you must take off this dress. Only the dress. The bra can stay. It will be a better measurement."

Sangeeta: (She felt a wave of heat pass over her. Her breasts felt heavy, aching for more touch. The milk was coming out faster now, making the wet spots darker. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, showing determination.) "Take off the dress? In front of you?"

Ajit: (His voice was a low, husky whisper.) "Only if you trust me, ma'am. It is only for perfect shape. I will only measure."

Sangeeta: (She looked at his face. She saw his desperate desire and her own mirror.) "Okay. I will do it."

(Sangeeta reached for the zip at the back of her light green dress. Her hands were shaking. Ajit watched her, his breathing shallow. She slowly pulled down the zip. The sound was loud in the quiet room. She gently slid the dress down her shoulders. The thin fabric moved over her full, wet breasts and then down her sides. She wore a simple white cotton bra underneath. It was old and thin. The bra was wet too, with the milk that was leaking. The dress dropped to her waist, making a green ring around her hips. She was bare from the waist up, wearing only the white, wet bra that struggled to hold her 36E breasts. Her nipples were hard and dark against the white cotton. The scent of milk was strong now.)

Ajit: (He let out a slow, deep breath. His eyes were fixed on her wet bra and the fullness of her breasts. His voice was full of awe.) "Ma'am... magnificent. Now... I can see the true shape."

(Sangeeta felt the cool air on her bare skin. She felt exposed and powerful. Her cheeks burned. The pleasure of his stare was stronger than the shame. Her nipples ached with a sudden, sharp pressure.)