13-02-2019, 01:38 PM
Mama-ji: How?
The old man was making things increasingly worse for me as he probed more and more into every aspect!
Pyaremohan: As I said, this hot pant is very secure and it sits tightly on the ass and unlike a panty does not ride up or move to one side. Moreover, the back coverage is full and obviously much more than a panty, which is a common demand of most of my customers.
I was time and again getting shocked the way this shopkeeper was explaining female secrets!
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y! Now I got it!
Pyaremohan: Madam, what’s your opinion? Afterall you the best person to judge! He he…
Me: Err… well… Looks good but…
Pyaremohan: Madam, I bet, you will also FEEL good when you wear it.
Me: O… okay, but I think…
Pyaremohan: Madam, don’t think, just grab it! It’s a brilliant alternative to your panty, I guarantee.
Mama-ji intervened again!
Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, since you are saying this is an alternative to a panty, I think Bahurani needs to try it once before giving you the nod. Am I right Bahurani?
Before I could put forward my statement, the shopkeeper was ready with a reply!
Pyaremohan: But Sahab, we do not allow trials in lingerie and undergarments. Had it been a local made product, a trial (he shrugged) was okay. But… but once I buy these imported stocks from my merchant, I have no provision to return a single piece. So if by any chance during the trial an item gets spoiled or crushed… it’s a straight liability for me.
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y… But what if an item is defective or…
Pyaremohan: That never happened till date! Actually these items pass the quality check during manufacturing. So…
Mama-ji: I see.
At last it seemed I traced a way out from this humiliating experience and I readily tried to grab it.
Me: But how can I buy… in fact any of these items before a trial. I had never worn such things before!
Pyaremohan: But Madam, no shop will allow a trial on these items. Are you not getting my point?
Me: Yes am getting it. But you need to look from my angle also!
Mama-ji: I think Bahurani is correct. Since these are imported items, obviously she had never worn such things before and if she buys one and finds it uncomfortable, what to do?
Pyaremohan: But our policy is not that Sahab. You check well before you buy any item, especially from this section, but goods once sold cannot be returned.
Mama-ji: Come on Pyaremohan Sahab!
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Sahab! Bahurani does not even stay here, she stays far off, so at least on that point you should consider this case.
I honestly never expected Mama-ji and Uncle to plead so much to the shopkeeper for the trial and such was my misfortune that the shopkeeper agreed in the end after some more persuasive efforts from both the “buddhas”!
Pyaremohan: Okay Madam, I walk outside my shop policy… but only four YOU… and (shrugged) will allow you to take trials on my imported stocks… but again… just for YOU and please be absolutely careful not to crush them.
“Who told you to be so kind on me?”, I said in my mind, but was at least cheered up thinking that the verbal embarrassment had come to an end for me.
Me: (smiling cutely) So nice of you!
I tried to be myself and absolutely normal.
Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me your size… then I will give you these 3 and 5 piece nighties from that lot.
Me: Si … I mean… size… what?
I fumbled miserably and as if asked for more embarrassment.
Pyaremohan: Madam, your bra size… then only I will be able to give items from the proper lot.
Mama-ji and Uncle were both looking at me and I felt like penetrating inside the floor, rather than tell my breast size in front of them!
Me: Thirty… err… (I wetted my lips with my tongue)
Pyaremohan: 30! You must be kidding Madam. They look so big! (This time directly winking at my round tits)
I had to ingest this very offensive gesture from the shopkeeper. I controlled myself somehow!
Me: Not 30, allow me to complete! 34.
Pyaremohan: O-k-a-y… (He again looked very directly at my full breasts and I had to shift my gaze off him) I will get the 34 size for you Madam. Just give me some time.
Very strangely I saw Mama-ji and Uncle were getting impatient! I did not know why they behaved like that! Were they getting bored? But only a little while ago I noted Mama-ji was pretty keen to know the secrets of ladies inner wears! I failed to understand why they were getting so restless suddenly!
Pyaremohan: Here Madam. I have everything for you. Here is the first one that I showed you… that embroidery one, and this is the Babydoll and here are the 3-piece and the 5-piece nighty sets. Okay Madam?
Saying that he handed me all the sets and showed me the trial room that was just adjacent to that small room.
Pyaremohan: We have two trail rooms Madam. One outside in the hallway and this one. Though this appears comparatively small, but it has mirrors on three sides for a better look Madam. I hope you won’t find any problem using this.
Me: Okay thanks.
I quickly picked up the dresses and opened the door to enter the trial room.
Oh! What a relief! I said to myself as I closed the door behind me.
I kept my eyes closed for a while and sighed deeply. Then as I opened my eyes and looked around I noted that the trial room was no better than a just covered passage - a very rectangular looking stretched out piece of area closed on all sides. Full wall mirrors were there on both walls and at the back of the door. I was surprised to note that the farthest wall, which did not have the mirror, was painted jet black and honestly I could not remember any wooden wall painted with that color in any shop!
The lighting was also pretty bit odd as the bulb over my head only illuminated properly an area near the door and the farthest corner remained somewhat ill illuminated. What I was unaware was as soon as I entered the trial room, the shopkeeper along with Mama-ji and Uncle hurried to the backside of this room and positioned themselves behind that “black” wall. I never thought in my wildest dreams that there were netted holes made on that wall to peep through! The black surface of the wall, the thick net, and the improper illumination at the farthest corner made it almost impossible for me to trace out.
My innocence and ignorance were entirely capitalized by the three opportunist elderly males and they quietly enjoyed the strip show of a married 30-year-old female!
Being alone in that trial room I openly started scratching my choot over my sari - not knowing at all that I was being watched! I even squeezed my breasts once with my hands to feel at ease. I pressed my sari-covered ass tightly on the wall and closed my eyes to release the heat out of me!
Feeling somewhat better, I started to undress. I unpinned my pallu and started opening my sari. Then I started unbuttoning my blouse and taking it out of my sleeves, I took my hands to my waist to untie my petticoat. I dropped my petticoat to the floor and stepped out of it. It felt so better. I was only clad in my bra and panty. The whole of my body was emitting heat and I took some deep breaths to feel normal.
The old man was making things increasingly worse for me as he probed more and more into every aspect!
Pyaremohan: As I said, this hot pant is very secure and it sits tightly on the ass and unlike a panty does not ride up or move to one side. Moreover, the back coverage is full and obviously much more than a panty, which is a common demand of most of my customers.
I was time and again getting shocked the way this shopkeeper was explaining female secrets!
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y! Now I got it!
Pyaremohan: Madam, what’s your opinion? Afterall you the best person to judge! He he…
Me: Err… well… Looks good but…
Pyaremohan: Madam, I bet, you will also FEEL good when you wear it.
Me: O… okay, but I think…
Pyaremohan: Madam, don’t think, just grab it! It’s a brilliant alternative to your panty, I guarantee.
Mama-ji intervened again!
Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, since you are saying this is an alternative to a panty, I think Bahurani needs to try it once before giving you the nod. Am I right Bahurani?
Before I could put forward my statement, the shopkeeper was ready with a reply!
Pyaremohan: But Sahab, we do not allow trials in lingerie and undergarments. Had it been a local made product, a trial (he shrugged) was okay. But… but once I buy these imported stocks from my merchant, I have no provision to return a single piece. So if by any chance during the trial an item gets spoiled or crushed… it’s a straight liability for me.
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y… But what if an item is defective or…
Pyaremohan: That never happened till date! Actually these items pass the quality check during manufacturing. So…
Mama-ji: I see.
At last it seemed I traced a way out from this humiliating experience and I readily tried to grab it.
Me: But how can I buy… in fact any of these items before a trial. I had never worn such things before!
Pyaremohan: But Madam, no shop will allow a trial on these items. Are you not getting my point?
Me: Yes am getting it. But you need to look from my angle also!
Mama-ji: I think Bahurani is correct. Since these are imported items, obviously she had never worn such things before and if she buys one and finds it uncomfortable, what to do?
Pyaremohan: But our policy is not that Sahab. You check well before you buy any item, especially from this section, but goods once sold cannot be returned.
Mama-ji: Come on Pyaremohan Sahab!
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Sahab! Bahurani does not even stay here, she stays far off, so at least on that point you should consider this case.
I honestly never expected Mama-ji and Uncle to plead so much to the shopkeeper for the trial and such was my misfortune that the shopkeeper agreed in the end after some more persuasive efforts from both the “buddhas”!
Pyaremohan: Okay Madam, I walk outside my shop policy… but only four YOU… and (shrugged) will allow you to take trials on my imported stocks… but again… just for YOU and please be absolutely careful not to crush them.
“Who told you to be so kind on me?”, I said in my mind, but was at least cheered up thinking that the verbal embarrassment had come to an end for me.
Me: (smiling cutely) So nice of you!
I tried to be myself and absolutely normal.
Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me your size… then I will give you these 3 and 5 piece nighties from that lot.
Me: Si … I mean… size… what?
I fumbled miserably and as if asked for more embarrassment.
Pyaremohan: Madam, your bra size… then only I will be able to give items from the proper lot.
Mama-ji and Uncle were both looking at me and I felt like penetrating inside the floor, rather than tell my breast size in front of them!
Me: Thirty… err… (I wetted my lips with my tongue)
Pyaremohan: 30! You must be kidding Madam. They look so big! (This time directly winking at my round tits)
I had to ingest this very offensive gesture from the shopkeeper. I controlled myself somehow!
Me: Not 30, allow me to complete! 34.
Pyaremohan: O-k-a-y… (He again looked very directly at my full breasts and I had to shift my gaze off him) I will get the 34 size for you Madam. Just give me some time.
Very strangely I saw Mama-ji and Uncle were getting impatient! I did not know why they behaved like that! Were they getting bored? But only a little while ago I noted Mama-ji was pretty keen to know the secrets of ladies inner wears! I failed to understand why they were getting so restless suddenly!
Pyaremohan: Here Madam. I have everything for you. Here is the first one that I showed you… that embroidery one, and this is the Babydoll and here are the 3-piece and the 5-piece nighty sets. Okay Madam?
Saying that he handed me all the sets and showed me the trial room that was just adjacent to that small room.
Pyaremohan: We have two trail rooms Madam. One outside in the hallway and this one. Though this appears comparatively small, but it has mirrors on three sides for a better look Madam. I hope you won’t find any problem using this.
Me: Okay thanks.
I quickly picked up the dresses and opened the door to enter the trial room.
Oh! What a relief! I said to myself as I closed the door behind me.
I kept my eyes closed for a while and sighed deeply. Then as I opened my eyes and looked around I noted that the trial room was no better than a just covered passage - a very rectangular looking stretched out piece of area closed on all sides. Full wall mirrors were there on both walls and at the back of the door. I was surprised to note that the farthest wall, which did not have the mirror, was painted jet black and honestly I could not remember any wooden wall painted with that color in any shop!
The lighting was also pretty bit odd as the bulb over my head only illuminated properly an area near the door and the farthest corner remained somewhat ill illuminated. What I was unaware was as soon as I entered the trial room, the shopkeeper along with Mama-ji and Uncle hurried to the backside of this room and positioned themselves behind that “black” wall. I never thought in my wildest dreams that there were netted holes made on that wall to peep through! The black surface of the wall, the thick net, and the improper illumination at the farthest corner made it almost impossible for me to trace out.
My innocence and ignorance were entirely capitalized by the three opportunist elderly males and they quietly enjoyed the strip show of a married 30-year-old female!
Being alone in that trial room I openly started scratching my choot over my sari - not knowing at all that I was being watched! I even squeezed my breasts once with my hands to feel at ease. I pressed my sari-covered ass tightly on the wall and closed my eyes to release the heat out of me!
Feeling somewhat better, I started to undress. I unpinned my pallu and started opening my sari. Then I started unbuttoning my blouse and taking it out of my sleeves, I took my hands to my waist to untie my petticoat. I dropped my petticoat to the floor and stepped out of it. It felt so better. I was only clad in my bra and panty. The whole of my body was emitting heat and I took some deep breaths to feel normal.
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