19-12-2018, 09:49 AM
Part - 42
Cursing my luck, I flung the little diary in which I'd noted down all my friends' phone numbers, on to the corner table. That's when I noticed a little piece of folded paper fall out of the diary. Picking up the paper, I realized it was the number of the sales girl Sapna, who worked at the small boutique store run by my father's friend. I had almost forgotten about her, and in the kind of mood I was in today, it seemed to be a perfect day to catch up with her again. Just as I began to dial her number, I reaized that she had told me when she gave her number that she got back from work only after 7 pm. Placing the handset back in the cradle, I sat back in the couch, wondering what to do next.
After a moment's thought, I decided that I would just go to the store on the pretext of picking up some stuff for myself. Brightening at the thought, I got up and went up to my room to change. Within no time, I was zooming on my bike towards the center of the city, where my dad's friend store was located. It was nearing half past eleven in the morning when I reached the store. Parking my bike and locking my helmet in place, I walked into the store. The cool air conditioned environment inside was a welcome change to the oppressive heat outside, and just as I walked in, the store manager jumped out of his seat, the usual big smile of welcome on his face. "Welcome, sir ... welcome..." he greeted me effusively, pumping my hand vigorously.
As I returned his greetings, he asked "Today you have come alone only, sir..." a classical salesman's designed-to-please smile on his face. "Yes, today I have come alone..." meeting his eye, and returning his smile " ... to see if there's something I can get in your store for myself..." Before I could complete, he exclaimed "Oh, of course sir, of course ... we have many brands here which you will like ... I'm sure you will find something to your taste..." grabbing me by my hand and leading me inside. As he led me to the small reception area of his store, he called for a cold drink to be bought for me.
As I looked around, wondering where the sexy Sapna was, I said casually "Actually, I have never ever looked at the men's section in your store ... so it will help if you could get someone to help me select..." my voice even, as I sipped on the cold drink. "Of course, sir ... of course..." he replied enthusiastically. After a brief pause, he added "Shall I ask the same girl who helped you last time, sir ... Sapna..." his tone a little odd, and a hint of a smile on his face. I scrutinized his expression for a brief moment, trying to make out if he had figured out my interest in his employee. Seeing no semblance of ridicule in his eyes, I replied coolly "Yes, that would be fine..." finishing my cold drink, and holding out the empty glass, which he took from my hand with alacrity.
Just as he called out for Sapna, the other young male sales attendant, who was standing attentively there, said to him softly "Sir, Sapna is with that lady customer who came in some time back..." The boy seemed to be of about my age, and seemed to be working here during his summer break to earn some pocket money. Turning to him with annoyance, the store manager said "Arree ... you go and tell Sapna to come here immediately ... and you go attend to that lady ... as such itself she comes here only to waste our time ... never buys anything..." the last sentence said with a smile towards me.
"Yes, sir..." the salesboy mumbled, as he hastened up the stairs, probably happy that he could attend to a lady customer, as against the men whom he usually had to attend to. As the salesboy went up, the store manager turned to me, and said in his inimitable designed-to-please style "In fact, only yesterday I was telling Sapna that it has been many days since Jignesh bhai paid a visit to our store..." smiling broadly at me. I muttered something in response, as I began to walk around the display area on the ground floor, which was mostly for leather accessories, designer watches, and imported perfumes. As I was engrossed in checking out some of the watches on display, I heard a soft feminine voice behind me.
Turning around, I saw the young salesgirl Sapna standing there, her hands clasped together in front of her, and a pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes were lit up with pleasure, as she greeted me with a "Hello, sir..." Smiling back at her in return, I replied "Hello, Sapna..." as I put the watch that I had been inspecting, back in the display case. As always, she was dressed in the ubiquitous salesgirl's uniform of a black women's trouser, tastelfully cut, and a simple white collared and buttoned, full sleeved top. "Sapna ... today Jignesh sir is here to look at some things for himself, so you please attend to him well..." the store manager instructed her formally for my benefit, the omnipresent smile never leaving his face.
"Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." Sapna replied, her eyes on me, even as she couldn't help but smile with pleasure at me. "Please, sir ... Sapna will escort you now..." the store manager said, waving his hand in the direction of the first floor, where the men's section was. Nodding my thanks, I followed Sapna up the stairs to the first floor. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help notice how sexy her tight compact butt looked inside the well fitting formal women's trouser that she was wearing. At this distance, I could also make out the outline of her panties through the fabric of her trousers.
This boutique was housed in what used to be a large two storeyed independent bungalow owned by my father's friend. Some of the walls separating the rooms had been pulled down to convert into a store. While the ground floor housed the reception and billing area, and the accessories section I mentioned earlier, the first floor housed the garments section, the men's and women's sections being separate. Access to the first floor was by way of an ornate spiral staircase from the large hall in the ground floor, and it was on these stairs that I was following Sapna upwards.
As I followed Sapna up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how firm and sexy her 21-year old body was under her salesgirl's uniform. Just as we reached the large hall that housed the men's section on the first floor, Sapna turned towards me and said "It is very nice to see you, sir ... after so many days..." smiling pleasantly. "Same here, Sapna..." I replied, smiling back at her, even as I looked her in the eye. We were now in the men's section which was lined with large racks with rows of men's clothings lined up neatly by size.
The good thing about this store was that since it was a speciality boutique, and rather upmarket at that, very few people came here. The clientele were mostly regulars, and marketing was purely by word of mouth. Much to my relief, there was no other customer in the men's section at this time. As Sapna saw me assess the garments, she said in a hesitating voice "Um ... sir, to be frank with you ... we don't have much variety for men here ... because most customers here are ladies only..." an almost apologetic tone to her voice.
Deciding it was time to make my move, I moved close to her and said in a soft voice "Sapna ... to be frank with you too ... I did not come here to buy anything ... I came here to meet you..." winking at her as I said that. The color rushed to her cheeks as she heard this, and with an embarrassed smile, she replied "Oh, sir ... I thought you had forgotten about me..." her voice low, as she threw a furtive glance towards the door of the hall. She had begun to subconsciously fidget with the collar of her white long-sleeved top; even as I took my time taking a good look at her body under her clothes.
She was barely 21, probably just out of college, and had a slim medium-sized body. Judging by the firm swell of her breasts under the top, I estimated that she probably wore a 32-B size bra, which had padded cups. Her figure was sufficiently curvy, her torso narrowing to a slender waist, and then flaring out into relatively wider hips, adorned by a tight compact butt. Her thighs filled the legs of the trousers well, and she wore a pair of simple black sandals on her feet.
As I appraised her body, I saw her nervously push back a stray strand of hair from her face, the hair being tied behind her head in a simple pony. Moving closer to her purposefully, I placed my right hand on her waist, and said "No, Sapna ... I did not forget you..." squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, as I looked her in the eye, a hint of a smile on her face. Had I dared to touch any other salesgirl in a store like this, I'd have probably got a tight slap by now.
But I knew fully well that this girl would do no such thing. Irrespective of whether she liked me or not, given the fact that over my last three visits, I had paid her almost 3,000/- rupees by way of tips, I knew very well that she would not do anything to displease me. "Sir..." I heard her whisper softly, as her eyes flew nervously to the opening of the hall, afraid of either her boss or her colleague spotting us. "Sir..." she continued " ... I ... uhh ... get free at 7 pm ... after that I am free..." her voice tentative. "Hmm..." I muttered in response, contemplating on whether I should take up her offer.
"And by what time do you have to get back home... ?" I asked her, still keeping my left hand on her slender waist. "I don't have a house here, sir..." she replied, looking at me even as she continued to fidget, but making no attempt to pull away. "I live in a hostel, sir..." she added. "Hmm ... OK..." I replied, still unable to decide on whether I should plan to take her out. Squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, I said "Where would you like to go, Sapna... ?" smiling at her affably. "Ohh ... anywhere you like, sir ... anywhere..." she replied immediately, blushing a bit as she smiled back at me.
"Alright ... then let's go out for dinner..." I said, making up my mind " ... if you don't mind, that is..." once again smiling at her pleasantly. "Oh, of course ... sure, sir..." she blurted out, the surprise and pleasure evident on her face. She was a somewhat dark girl, and as I gazed at her, I felt a strong longing to possess her. She seemed to be thinking of something, so I asked "Why ... is there a problem... ?"
She hesitated before answering "No, sir ... of course not ... it's just that I'm ... I'm not properly dressed ... I mean ... I will be in my uniform, sir..." touching her collar self-consciously once again. Hearing this, I smiled and said "Don't bother about that ... after all, it's not your clothes that I care about ... it's about you..." squeezing the slender taut flesh of her waist once again. She blushed once again at my remark, and even though she continued fidgeting with her collar, I could see that she was visibly pleased.
Just as I finished, I heard voices from the other section, and said aloud "Umm ... can you show me some jeans..." making sure my voice was loud enough to be heard in the other section too. "Oh sure, sir..." Sapna replied quickly, as she bustled towards one of the racks where row upon rows of denims were stacked neatly. Glancing at the opening of the hall, I saw that the lady customer who was already in the store when I reached, was heading down, followed by the salesboy who followed her like an obedient college kid.
Walking towards the landing area, from where one could look at the hall on the ground floor, I saw that two more women had come into the store, and the store manager was engaged in attending to them pick some fashion accessories, even as the lady from the first floor busied herself with looking over stuff too. Even though I'd set up the date with Sapna, it'd have looked odd if I left without picking up anything. So, I too busied myself looking through the stacks of designer jeans that were on display.
Though I was quite good at helping others shop, I was quite poor when it came to selecting anything for my own self. Turning to Sapna, I said "Why don't you select a few pairs of jeans for me ... I'm not good at selecting clothes for myself..." smiling at her once again.
"Sure, sir ... sure..." she replied enthusiastically. "Umm ... your waist size is 30 ... right sir... ?" she asked. "I guess so ... but I'm not sure..." I replied " ... why don't you check... ?" keeping a straight face. She had sized me up perfectly and I knew that my waist size was 30, but I still wanted her to measure.
"Sure, sir..." she replied automatically, reaching into the pocket of her black formal tight-fitting trousers to pull out the ubiquitous measuring tape. Unwinding the tape, she looked at me and said "Umm ... sir ... could you... ?" indicating to me that she wanted me to lift my shirt up so that she could measure my waist. I was wearing a pair of old faded jeans with a checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked. Leaning forward, she proceeded to run the measuring tape around my waist, her eyes taking in the tautness of my belly, and the beginning of those elusive abdominal packs that I'd been working on developing.
As she bent forward, the neck of her white collared three-quarter sleeved top fell forward, giving me a view of her neckline and black bra she wore underneath to support her firm medium-sized breasts. Almost instantly, I felt my cock stiffen, and I was tempted to thrust my hand inside the neckline of her top to cup her breasts. "Yes, sir ... it's 30..." she said, as she let go of one end of the tape, and straightened. As she straightened, she caught me glancing at her cleavage, and once again blushed visibly; the color rushing to her dark face.
"And you must be 32... 32-B..." I said to her with a grin, winking at her. This time, she blushed even more violently, and her right hand automatically flew to the top most button of her white top, even as she looked at me with a mixture of surprise, shame, and pleasure. We were in between two large full-height racks of clothes, and even though there was no one else in the men's section, there was always the risk of someone coming. "Let me see if I'm right..." I continued, smiling at her suggestively, even as she inadvertently began to bite her lips. Without a word, I reached out for her with my left hand, and clutching her waist, pulled her closer to me.
"Sir..." I heard her whisper, accompanied by a sharp intake of air, even as she nervously glanced down the aisle to check if anyone else was there. As I held her inches away from me, my hand resting on her waist, I looked into her eyes intently and said "Do you mind, Sapna... ?" my voice low. "No ... no, sir..." she said in a barely audible whisper, even as I felt her body tense, and her breath quicken. Without another word, I reached up with my right hand, and gently placed my palm on the swell of her breast under that white collared uniform top of hers.
Cursing my luck, I flung the little diary in which I'd noted down all my friends' phone numbers, on to the corner table. That's when I noticed a little piece of folded paper fall out of the diary. Picking up the paper, I realized it was the number of the sales girl Sapna, who worked at the small boutique store run by my father's friend. I had almost forgotten about her, and in the kind of mood I was in today, it seemed to be a perfect day to catch up with her again. Just as I began to dial her number, I reaized that she had told me when she gave her number that she got back from work only after 7 pm. Placing the handset back in the cradle, I sat back in the couch, wondering what to do next.
After a moment's thought, I decided that I would just go to the store on the pretext of picking up some stuff for myself. Brightening at the thought, I got up and went up to my room to change. Within no time, I was zooming on my bike towards the center of the city, where my dad's friend store was located. It was nearing half past eleven in the morning when I reached the store. Parking my bike and locking my helmet in place, I walked into the store. The cool air conditioned environment inside was a welcome change to the oppressive heat outside, and just as I walked in, the store manager jumped out of his seat, the usual big smile of welcome on his face. "Welcome, sir ... welcome..." he greeted me effusively, pumping my hand vigorously.
As I returned his greetings, he asked "Today you have come alone only, sir..." a classical salesman's designed-to-please smile on his face. "Yes, today I have come alone..." meeting his eye, and returning his smile " ... to see if there's something I can get in your store for myself..." Before I could complete, he exclaimed "Oh, of course sir, of course ... we have many brands here which you will like ... I'm sure you will find something to your taste..." grabbing me by my hand and leading me inside. As he led me to the small reception area of his store, he called for a cold drink to be bought for me.
As I looked around, wondering where the sexy Sapna was, I said casually "Actually, I have never ever looked at the men's section in your store ... so it will help if you could get someone to help me select..." my voice even, as I sipped on the cold drink. "Of course, sir ... of course..." he replied enthusiastically. After a brief pause, he added "Shall I ask the same girl who helped you last time, sir ... Sapna..." his tone a little odd, and a hint of a smile on his face. I scrutinized his expression for a brief moment, trying to make out if he had figured out my interest in his employee. Seeing no semblance of ridicule in his eyes, I replied coolly "Yes, that would be fine..." finishing my cold drink, and holding out the empty glass, which he took from my hand with alacrity.
Just as he called out for Sapna, the other young male sales attendant, who was standing attentively there, said to him softly "Sir, Sapna is with that lady customer who came in some time back..." The boy seemed to be of about my age, and seemed to be working here during his summer break to earn some pocket money. Turning to him with annoyance, the store manager said "Arree ... you go and tell Sapna to come here immediately ... and you go attend to that lady ... as such itself she comes here only to waste our time ... never buys anything..." the last sentence said with a smile towards me.
"Yes, sir..." the salesboy mumbled, as he hastened up the stairs, probably happy that he could attend to a lady customer, as against the men whom he usually had to attend to. As the salesboy went up, the store manager turned to me, and said in his inimitable designed-to-please style "In fact, only yesterday I was telling Sapna that it has been many days since Jignesh bhai paid a visit to our store..." smiling broadly at me. I muttered something in response, as I began to walk around the display area on the ground floor, which was mostly for leather accessories, designer watches, and imported perfumes. As I was engrossed in checking out some of the watches on display, I heard a soft feminine voice behind me.
Turning around, I saw the young salesgirl Sapna standing there, her hands clasped together in front of her, and a pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes were lit up with pleasure, as she greeted me with a "Hello, sir..." Smiling back at her in return, I replied "Hello, Sapna..." as I put the watch that I had been inspecting, back in the display case. As always, she was dressed in the ubiquitous salesgirl's uniform of a black women's trouser, tastelfully cut, and a simple white collared and buttoned, full sleeved top. "Sapna ... today Jignesh sir is here to look at some things for himself, so you please attend to him well..." the store manager instructed her formally for my benefit, the omnipresent smile never leaving his face.
"Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." Sapna replied, her eyes on me, even as she couldn't help but smile with pleasure at me. "Please, sir ... Sapna will escort you now..." the store manager said, waving his hand in the direction of the first floor, where the men's section was. Nodding my thanks, I followed Sapna up the stairs to the first floor. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn't help notice how sexy her tight compact butt looked inside the well fitting formal women's trouser that she was wearing. At this distance, I could also make out the outline of her panties through the fabric of her trousers.
This boutique was housed in what used to be a large two storeyed independent bungalow owned by my father's friend. Some of the walls separating the rooms had been pulled down to convert into a store. While the ground floor housed the reception and billing area, and the accessories section I mentioned earlier, the first floor housed the garments section, the men's and women's sections being separate. Access to the first floor was by way of an ornate spiral staircase from the large hall in the ground floor, and it was on these stairs that I was following Sapna upwards.
As I followed Sapna up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice how firm and sexy her 21-year old body was under her salesgirl's uniform. Just as we reached the large hall that housed the men's section on the first floor, Sapna turned towards me and said "It is very nice to see you, sir ... after so many days..." smiling pleasantly. "Same here, Sapna..." I replied, smiling back at her, even as I looked her in the eye. We were now in the men's section which was lined with large racks with rows of men's clothings lined up neatly by size.
The good thing about this store was that since it was a speciality boutique, and rather upmarket at that, very few people came here. The clientele were mostly regulars, and marketing was purely by word of mouth. Much to my relief, there was no other customer in the men's section at this time. As Sapna saw me assess the garments, she said in a hesitating voice "Um ... sir, to be frank with you ... we don't have much variety for men here ... because most customers here are ladies only..." an almost apologetic tone to her voice.
Deciding it was time to make my move, I moved close to her and said in a soft voice "Sapna ... to be frank with you too ... I did not come here to buy anything ... I came here to meet you..." winking at her as I said that. The color rushed to her cheeks as she heard this, and with an embarrassed smile, she replied "Oh, sir ... I thought you had forgotten about me..." her voice low, as she threw a furtive glance towards the door of the hall. She had begun to subconsciously fidget with the collar of her white long-sleeved top; even as I took my time taking a good look at her body under her clothes.
She was barely 21, probably just out of college, and had a slim medium-sized body. Judging by the firm swell of her breasts under the top, I estimated that she probably wore a 32-B size bra, which had padded cups. Her figure was sufficiently curvy, her torso narrowing to a slender waist, and then flaring out into relatively wider hips, adorned by a tight compact butt. Her thighs filled the legs of the trousers well, and she wore a pair of simple black sandals on her feet.
As I appraised her body, I saw her nervously push back a stray strand of hair from her face, the hair being tied behind her head in a simple pony. Moving closer to her purposefully, I placed my right hand on her waist, and said "No, Sapna ... I did not forget you..." squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, as I looked her in the eye, a hint of a smile on her face. Had I dared to touch any other salesgirl in a store like this, I'd have probably got a tight slap by now.
But I knew fully well that this girl would do no such thing. Irrespective of whether she liked me or not, given the fact that over my last three visits, I had paid her almost 3,000/- rupees by way of tips, I knew very well that she would not do anything to displease me. "Sir..." I heard her whisper softly, as her eyes flew nervously to the opening of the hall, afraid of either her boss or her colleague spotting us. "Sir..." she continued " ... I ... uhh ... get free at 7 pm ... after that I am free..." her voice tentative. "Hmm..." I muttered in response, contemplating on whether I should take up her offer.
"And by what time do you have to get back home... ?" I asked her, still keeping my left hand on her slender waist. "I don't have a house here, sir..." she replied, looking at me even as she continued to fidget, but making no attempt to pull away. "I live in a hostel, sir..." she added. "Hmm ... OK..." I replied, still unable to decide on whether I should plan to take her out. Squeezing the flesh on her waist gently, I said "Where would you like to go, Sapna... ?" smiling at her affably. "Ohh ... anywhere you like, sir ... anywhere..." she replied immediately, blushing a bit as she smiled back at me.
"Alright ... then let's go out for dinner..." I said, making up my mind " ... if you don't mind, that is..." once again smiling at her pleasantly. "Oh, of course ... sure, sir..." she blurted out, the surprise and pleasure evident on her face. She was a somewhat dark girl, and as I gazed at her, I felt a strong longing to possess her. She seemed to be thinking of something, so I asked "Why ... is there a problem... ?"
She hesitated before answering "No, sir ... of course not ... it's just that I'm ... I'm not properly dressed ... I mean ... I will be in my uniform, sir..." touching her collar self-consciously once again. Hearing this, I smiled and said "Don't bother about that ... after all, it's not your clothes that I care about ... it's about you..." squeezing the slender taut flesh of her waist once again. She blushed once again at my remark, and even though she continued fidgeting with her collar, I could see that she was visibly pleased.
Just as I finished, I heard voices from the other section, and said aloud "Umm ... can you show me some jeans..." making sure my voice was loud enough to be heard in the other section too. "Oh sure, sir..." Sapna replied quickly, as she bustled towards one of the racks where row upon rows of denims were stacked neatly. Glancing at the opening of the hall, I saw that the lady customer who was already in the store when I reached, was heading down, followed by the salesboy who followed her like an obedient college kid.
Walking towards the landing area, from where one could look at the hall on the ground floor, I saw that two more women had come into the store, and the store manager was engaged in attending to them pick some fashion accessories, even as the lady from the first floor busied herself with looking over stuff too. Even though I'd set up the date with Sapna, it'd have looked odd if I left without picking up anything. So, I too busied myself looking through the stacks of designer jeans that were on display.
Though I was quite good at helping others shop, I was quite poor when it came to selecting anything for my own self. Turning to Sapna, I said "Why don't you select a few pairs of jeans for me ... I'm not good at selecting clothes for myself..." smiling at her once again.
"Sure, sir ... sure..." she replied enthusiastically. "Umm ... your waist size is 30 ... right sir... ?" she asked. "I guess so ... but I'm not sure..." I replied " ... why don't you check... ?" keeping a straight face. She had sized me up perfectly and I knew that my waist size was 30, but I still wanted her to measure.
"Sure, sir..." she replied automatically, reaching into the pocket of her black formal tight-fitting trousers to pull out the ubiquitous measuring tape. Unwinding the tape, she looked at me and said "Umm ... sir ... could you... ?" indicating to me that she wanted me to lift my shirt up so that she could measure my waist. I was wearing a pair of old faded jeans with a checked half-sleeved shirt left untucked. Leaning forward, she proceeded to run the measuring tape around my waist, her eyes taking in the tautness of my belly, and the beginning of those elusive abdominal packs that I'd been working on developing.
As she bent forward, the neck of her white collared three-quarter sleeved top fell forward, giving me a view of her neckline and black bra she wore underneath to support her firm medium-sized breasts. Almost instantly, I felt my cock stiffen, and I was tempted to thrust my hand inside the neckline of her top to cup her breasts. "Yes, sir ... it's 30..." she said, as she let go of one end of the tape, and straightened. As she straightened, she caught me glancing at her cleavage, and once again blushed visibly; the color rushing to her dark face.
"And you must be 32... 32-B..." I said to her with a grin, winking at her. This time, she blushed even more violently, and her right hand automatically flew to the top most button of her white top, even as she looked at me with a mixture of surprise, shame, and pleasure. We were in between two large full-height racks of clothes, and even though there was no one else in the men's section, there was always the risk of someone coming. "Let me see if I'm right..." I continued, smiling at her suggestively, even as she inadvertently began to bite her lips. Without a word, I reached out for her with my left hand, and clutching her waist, pulled her closer to me.
"Sir..." I heard her whisper, accompanied by a sharp intake of air, even as she nervously glanced down the aisle to check if anyone else was there. As I held her inches away from me, my hand resting on her waist, I looked into her eyes intently and said "Do you mind, Sapna... ?" my voice low. "No ... no, sir..." she said in a barely audible whisper, even as I felt her body tense, and her breath quicken. Without another word, I reached up with my right hand, and gently placed my palm on the swell of her breast under that white collared uniform top of hers.
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