12-02-2019, 10:43 AM
Honestly that was too much for me and I was unable to resist myself any more and gripped Master-ji’s shoulders very firmly digging my nails into them. I knew that was a blunder to do. I was inviting trouble, as I was directly indicating him that am getting excited by his moves. In all honestly, I could hardly control my sexual appeal. I also knew very well that as long as I was suppressing my emotions and movements to him, things were within limits, but once I had expressed my frailty, I was in effect opening the unknown floodgate.
I suddenly remembered that this very warning was also given to me by one of my friends once. Her name is Sunita, whom I met after my marriage in our locality. She was married for five years and had two kids when I met her. Our friendship probably triggered more due to our naming similarity, Sunita and Anita. She actually guided me to the local tailor from whom I now sew my blouse, etc. We mixed well and had quite a bit of private sharing among us, such as our sexual life, our husband’s sexual hunger, etc. etc. as is very common between young married women. One day I went to her place in the afternoon and since her kids were off to college, we were having longer chats and somehow the topic converged to our sexual feelings not originating from our husbands. I did mention to her about my crowded bus experiences where male hands groped my ass globes or boobs, and on some occasions crossing the decency limits, which I had to accept, as I did not want to create a scene in crowd and, truthfully, for some harmless enjoyment. She then divulged her experience with her previous tailor.
Like me, she also got pretty excited by the tailor’s touches while taking her blouse measurements and one day when the tailor was checking her fitting during a trial period, she got very excited by his touches. She even told me that the other night she got a good fuck from her husband and was completely satisfied, but still strangely was triggered by the tailor’s constant rubbing and pressing on her breasts during the trial. Thankfully she got back her senses in time and the episode ended in squeezing and massaging only. But she did mention to me that it was extremely difficult to get out such situations and if I can put that in Sunita’s words:
“…Anita, you won’t believe, it’s so very difficult to get out from such situations. The tailor by that time was fully aware that his touches had made me weak and I was a pray. I was also so carried away by the momentary excitement that I forgot that I am a mother of two and shamelessly allowed him to grope me amply over my blouse. As he did not get a timely hindrance from me, he just went on and on and you know, how shameful it was, he even inserted his hand into my backside within my petticoat! I had to stop and only I know how I controlled myself and prevented him. I had to cook up a story and almost begged a release from his clutches. Otherwise the way things were going, he surely would land up fucking me on the floor of the trial room. Just imagine! A small careless enjoyment would make me feel guilty for whole life. Anita, if ever in your life you tend to slip by the influence of any male other than Rajesh, mind you, DO NOT express your emotions to him. Once you do that you will only invite troubled waters…”
Master-ji: Deepak, make it 31.2 tight. Madam, are you feeling too tight?
I as if got back to reality hearing Master-ji’s voice, but frankly it was not only the voice that awaked me, but also I could now feel almost a grab on my right boob!
Me: It… It’s okay.
Though I was not at all ‘okay’ in the true sense, as the tape was pressing hard on my boobs now.
Master-ji now made the tape somewhat more short, increasing pressure on the nipple of my right breast.
Master-ji: Is this fine Madam? Or too tight?
Me: Uh! Ta… Tight.
My voice was a hoarse whisper. As the pressure of his fingers was increasing on my firm tits, my pussy was getting flooded with the juices. I controlled myself somehow and stood still clutching on to Master-ji’s shoulder.
Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam, I will settle with the last number. Deepak 31.2 with negative 2-3 threads.
Deepak: Okay.
Master-ji: I will do one last check and then finalize it.
Deepak nodded. Master-ji seemed to have been adequately pumped up touching a full-grown woman’s breasts unhindered. He also must have been encouraged by my silent affirmation to his moves when I dug my nails deeper into his shoulder and also seeing my flushed face, which clearly portrayed my sexually aroused state.
Though apparently he was taking my measurement and telling the numbers to Deepak, I could clearly sense his partial grip on my right mammary over my blouse and brassiere. I was almost shivering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab my boob flesh. I inquisitively glanced down to see what he was doing.
I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of old man tailor and his want to get sexually excited at this age even! Practically I was his daughter’s age, but still he was feeling my jawani like my lover! Master-ji was no doubt holing the meeting point of the tape with both hands over my right breast, but he had kept his right hand so craftily under the guard of his left palm and in that disguise he was deriving all sorts of enjoyment from me. Seeing my compromised condition, the old man indulged into all sorts of sexual pranks, including pressing my boob flesh with his fingers from the front, poking the nipple with his thumb, gliding his fingers over my blouse assessing the smoothness and firmness of my mammary, and trying to push it up by cupping it from below.
Through the corner of my eyes, I turned to Deepak, and thank god, as he was unable to see the right side of my body directly and was unaware what his tailor-guru was doing with me. For the first time I also made a direct move – I faintly thrust my boobs on Master-ji’s hands. I was very sure he could realize that because when my eyes met his, he winked at me. Master-ji’s lewd actions were sexually tormenting me enormously and rising to simply unbearable heights. I was dying for some very tight hugs and squeezes right away. Also very naturally my vaginal discharge was amounting more and oozing out spontaneously now out of my honeypot. My breathing was heavier than ever before, my lips parted, my legs getting weaker – everything imprinting my vulnerable state. Unconsciously I had started swaying my hips also, as my excitement was speeding up, but once I realized it, I felt so ashamed and was conscious instantly.
Master-ji: So Madam, I am finalizing your choli with this much tightness.
Saying that, he looked at my flushed face. I was simply not in a position to reply anything as this old tailor had brought me to a boiling point very quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses. I could feel my panty-front almost completely soaked and felt afraid that pretty soon there would be a wet spot on my petticoat. I was quite aware that I was yet to be measured for the Maha-yagya skirt and surely Master-ji would not take the measurements over my sari, but over my petticoat!
Master-ji: Now the last one, the shoulder-to-apex measurement and then you are done.
I was in fact unable to take any more of Master-ji’s touches. Physically as well as mentally I had gone too weak and was virtually trembling with excitement. One more touch by master-ji, I didn’t know what I would do; I desperately needed a tight squeeze at my boobs and some close hugs. But suddenly things changed rapidly and I will be a liar if I do not admit that I simply loved the altered scenario.
Master-ji: Deepak, bring the notebook here once.
Deepak came near me and handed him the notebook. As Master-ji was glancing at the notes Deepak has taken, and at that moment Deepak commented something that prompted swift transformation of the whole affair.
Deepak: Madam, you seem to tremble. Are you okay?
Before I could react and reply Master-ji took control of things.
Master-ji: Right, right. Madam, I also felt that you were somewhat shivering. Let me see.
He started checking my forehead.
Deepak: Madam, you are sweating a lot also.
I was fairly confused at their consecutive statements.
Master-ji: Your forehead is so cold! What’s happening Madam? Shall I hold you?
Though he asked the question, but without waiting for my consent, he held me by my elbow.
Me: It’s alr… Ouch!
I suddenly remembered that this very warning was also given to me by one of my friends once. Her name is Sunita, whom I met after my marriage in our locality. She was married for five years and had two kids when I met her. Our friendship probably triggered more due to our naming similarity, Sunita and Anita. She actually guided me to the local tailor from whom I now sew my blouse, etc. We mixed well and had quite a bit of private sharing among us, such as our sexual life, our husband’s sexual hunger, etc. etc. as is very common between young married women. One day I went to her place in the afternoon and since her kids were off to college, we were having longer chats and somehow the topic converged to our sexual feelings not originating from our husbands. I did mention to her about my crowded bus experiences where male hands groped my ass globes or boobs, and on some occasions crossing the decency limits, which I had to accept, as I did not want to create a scene in crowd and, truthfully, for some harmless enjoyment. She then divulged her experience with her previous tailor.
Like me, she also got pretty excited by the tailor’s touches while taking her blouse measurements and one day when the tailor was checking her fitting during a trial period, she got very excited by his touches. She even told me that the other night she got a good fuck from her husband and was completely satisfied, but still strangely was triggered by the tailor’s constant rubbing and pressing on her breasts during the trial. Thankfully she got back her senses in time and the episode ended in squeezing and massaging only. But she did mention to me that it was extremely difficult to get out such situations and if I can put that in Sunita’s words:
“…Anita, you won’t believe, it’s so very difficult to get out from such situations. The tailor by that time was fully aware that his touches had made me weak and I was a pray. I was also so carried away by the momentary excitement that I forgot that I am a mother of two and shamelessly allowed him to grope me amply over my blouse. As he did not get a timely hindrance from me, he just went on and on and you know, how shameful it was, he even inserted his hand into my backside within my petticoat! I had to stop and only I know how I controlled myself and prevented him. I had to cook up a story and almost begged a release from his clutches. Otherwise the way things were going, he surely would land up fucking me on the floor of the trial room. Just imagine! A small careless enjoyment would make me feel guilty for whole life. Anita, if ever in your life you tend to slip by the influence of any male other than Rajesh, mind you, DO NOT express your emotions to him. Once you do that you will only invite troubled waters…”
Master-ji: Deepak, make it 31.2 tight. Madam, are you feeling too tight?
I as if got back to reality hearing Master-ji’s voice, but frankly it was not only the voice that awaked me, but also I could now feel almost a grab on my right boob!
Me: It… It’s okay.
Though I was not at all ‘okay’ in the true sense, as the tape was pressing hard on my boobs now.
Master-ji now made the tape somewhat more short, increasing pressure on the nipple of my right breast.
Master-ji: Is this fine Madam? Or too tight?
Me: Uh! Ta… Tight.
My voice was a hoarse whisper. As the pressure of his fingers was increasing on my firm tits, my pussy was getting flooded with the juices. I controlled myself somehow and stood still clutching on to Master-ji’s shoulder.
Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam, I will settle with the last number. Deepak 31.2 with negative 2-3 threads.
Deepak: Okay.
Master-ji: I will do one last check and then finalize it.
Deepak nodded. Master-ji seemed to have been adequately pumped up touching a full-grown woman’s breasts unhindered. He also must have been encouraged by my silent affirmation to his moves when I dug my nails deeper into his shoulder and also seeing my flushed face, which clearly portrayed my sexually aroused state.
Though apparently he was taking my measurement and telling the numbers to Deepak, I could clearly sense his partial grip on my right mammary over my blouse and brassiere. I was almost shivering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab my boob flesh. I inquisitively glanced down to see what he was doing.
I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of old man tailor and his want to get sexually excited at this age even! Practically I was his daughter’s age, but still he was feeling my jawani like my lover! Master-ji was no doubt holing the meeting point of the tape with both hands over my right breast, but he had kept his right hand so craftily under the guard of his left palm and in that disguise he was deriving all sorts of enjoyment from me. Seeing my compromised condition, the old man indulged into all sorts of sexual pranks, including pressing my boob flesh with his fingers from the front, poking the nipple with his thumb, gliding his fingers over my blouse assessing the smoothness and firmness of my mammary, and trying to push it up by cupping it from below.
Through the corner of my eyes, I turned to Deepak, and thank god, as he was unable to see the right side of my body directly and was unaware what his tailor-guru was doing with me. For the first time I also made a direct move – I faintly thrust my boobs on Master-ji’s hands. I was very sure he could realize that because when my eyes met his, he winked at me. Master-ji’s lewd actions were sexually tormenting me enormously and rising to simply unbearable heights. I was dying for some very tight hugs and squeezes right away. Also very naturally my vaginal discharge was amounting more and oozing out spontaneously now out of my honeypot. My breathing was heavier than ever before, my lips parted, my legs getting weaker – everything imprinting my vulnerable state. Unconsciously I had started swaying my hips also, as my excitement was speeding up, but once I realized it, I felt so ashamed and was conscious instantly.
Master-ji: So Madam, I am finalizing your choli with this much tightness.
Saying that, he looked at my flushed face. I was simply not in a position to reply anything as this old tailor had brought me to a boiling point very quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses. I could feel my panty-front almost completely soaked and felt afraid that pretty soon there would be a wet spot on my petticoat. I was quite aware that I was yet to be measured for the Maha-yagya skirt and surely Master-ji would not take the measurements over my sari, but over my petticoat!
Master-ji: Now the last one, the shoulder-to-apex measurement and then you are done.
I was in fact unable to take any more of Master-ji’s touches. Physically as well as mentally I had gone too weak and was virtually trembling with excitement. One more touch by master-ji, I didn’t know what I would do; I desperately needed a tight squeeze at my boobs and some close hugs. But suddenly things changed rapidly and I will be a liar if I do not admit that I simply loved the altered scenario.
Master-ji: Deepak, bring the notebook here once.
Deepak came near me and handed him the notebook. As Master-ji was glancing at the notes Deepak has taken, and at that moment Deepak commented something that prompted swift transformation of the whole affair.
Deepak: Madam, you seem to tremble. Are you okay?
Before I could react and reply Master-ji took control of things.
Master-ji: Right, right. Madam, I also felt that you were somewhat shivering. Let me see.
He started checking my forehead.
Deepak: Madam, you are sweating a lot also.
I was fairly confused at their consecutive statements.
Master-ji: Your forehead is so cold! What’s happening Madam? Shall I hold you?
Though he asked the question, but without waiting for my consent, he held me by my elbow.
Me: It’s alr… Ouch!
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