Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys by aurelius1982

[krish]

Fifteen minutes later, we came to a small shop. I walked in with my two escorts. It seemed like a tailor's shop. 


"Salam alaikum Gafur chacha (uncle)." Sajid said to the very old tailor sitting in the corner working on a sewing machine.

"Walaikum salam Sajid, Rasul." he said, flashing a smile with only 3 remaining teeth. He wore glasses that were thicker than most glass bottle bottoms. I'd peg him at 75 at the very least. "What made you remember me today?"

"Wanted to get some clothes stitched, obviously" Sajid said sitting down next to the old man.

"Who is this? Wife number four?" he said, cackling. 

"Something like that." Said smiled and replied. 

"With each wife, you are getting more and more traditional, Sajid." Gafur cackled some more. "the first one in her younger days, wore such tight clothes. The second one wore low cut chudidars, butt was otherwise covered up. the third one wore only saris. And now this one is in a burqa?"

Sajid just smiled, and said,

"I want you to stitch a blouse for her." 

"Sure, sure, why not? Send Rasul to get Amina from next door to do her measurements." Gafur said.

"There's no need for that, chacha. You can do the measurements." Sajid said. 

"What a strange man you are, Sajid. You get a woman in a burqa and then tell me I will take her measurements?" Gafur said, confused.

"Just do it, chacha." he said. He beckoned me over. I walked up to the old man.

"Okay." the old man said and took the measuring tape from around his neck. He stood up, and I could smell the tobacco in his breath. 

He told me to raise my hands, and with the tape, first went for the under-bust measurement. But I could sense that he had held the tape too low. So I said, a little higher. The man's hands moved more than a little higher and toughed my boobs. Instantly, he froze and looked at me, and then at Sajid. From the look on his face, I could see that this experienced tailor had gauged ust from a single touch that I was wearing nothing between my breasts and the burqa. 

He stared at Sajid and me, and then took the under-bust measurement properly and wrote it down in urdu. Next he went for the over-bust measurement. His hands were shaking slightly as his fingers tightened the tape over my boobs. I could feel one of his fingers briefly rub against my left nipple. He took the measure and wrote it down.

"You won't get the cup size write over the burqa, chacha." Sajid said.

"No, no, it's fine." Gafur chacha meekly said.

"Nonsense. I want this blouse to be a perfect fit." Sajid said and then said to me, "Lift your burqa all the way up to your neck. Don't be shy. Gafur chacha is an old friend of mine."