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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 3)
Wasim’s hands lingered on Lina’s waist, the measuring tape still pressed against her skin. She could feel his fingers tracing the faintest outline of her hips, the touch deliberate and slow. His chest was a solid warmth against her back, and his breath tickled the nape of her neck.
“You’re… almost done, right?” Lina asked, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep her composure. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, but the thin fabric of her bra did little to conceal the fullness of her breasts. She could feel their weight more acutely now, unsupported and heavy against her forearms.
“Almost,” Wasim replied, his voice smooth and unhurried. His fingers moved upward, grazing the curve of her waistline as he adjusted the tape. “But there’s something you should know.” He paused, his tone shifting to one of casual familiarity. “The pregnancy dresses come with free custom bras and panties. They’ll be much more comfortable for you, especially with how sensitive your body might be feeling.”
Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat. How does he know? She felt a flush creep up her neck, warming her cheeks. “I..I don’t think that’s necessary,” she stammered, tightening her arms around herself.
Wasim chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate in her ear. “Trust me, it’s worth it. You’ll feel much more comfortable wearing something tailored specifically for you.” His hands moved again, brushing against the edge of her bra strap as he continued measuring. “After forty years in this business, I know pregnant women’s bodies intimately. I can make something that will suit you perfectly.”
Lina’s heart pounded in her chest. She glanced toward Jamal, who was standing nearby, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach twist. He had been silent this whole time, but his presence was impossible to ignore. His eyes roamed over her figure, lingering on the swell of her hips and the curve of her belly before moving up to her chest. There was a hunger in his stare that made her feel both exposed and strangely vulnerable.
“It’s… free?” Lina finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She hated how small she sounded, but the idea of something tailored and comfortable was tempting especially with how her body was changing.
“Completely free,” Wasim assured her, his hands still moving slowly across her body. “Consider it part of the service.”
Lina hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “All right,” she said, her voice shaky. “If it’s free.”
Wasim smiled, his fingers brushing against the back of her bra clasp. “Good choice. Now, let’s take these measurements properly.”
Before Lina could protest, he deftly undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall away from her body. She gasped, instinctively crossing her arms tighter over her chest as her heavy breasts spilled forward, their weight pulling them slightly downward. The cool air of the room kissed her bare skin, and she shuddered, feeling more exposed than ever.
“Relax,” Wasim murmured, his hands gently guiding her arms away from her body. “I need to measure directly against your skin.”
Lina’s face burned as she lowered her arms, revealing her full breasts to the two men. They were round and full, their flesh pale and soft, with pink nipples that stood taut from the chill in the air. She could feel their gaze on her, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the shame that threatened to overwhelm her.
Wasim’s fingers traced the curve of her breast, the measuring tape following his movements as he took precise measurements. His touch was firm but gentle, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “You have a beautiful figure,” he commented, his voice low and appreciative. “Pregnancy suits you.”
Lina swallowed hard, her breathing shallow as she tried to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She glanced at Jamal again, noting the way his pants strained against the growing bulge at his crotch. Her stomach clenched with a mixture of shame and something else...something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Jamal stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. “She’s exquisite,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “We are very lucky to have such a client, Wasim.”
Wasim chuckled again, his hands moving down to measure Lina’s hips next. “Indeed, we are.” His fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties, and Lina tensed, her breath hitching as she realized what was coming next.
“Now for the final measurement,” Wasim said smoothly, his fingers hooking into the sides of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, exposing the swell of her hips and the soft curve of her belly. Lina’s face burned hotter as she stood there, completely exposed except for the sheer fabric that clung to her thighs.
Wasim’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her hips and thighs as he measured. His touch lingered longer than necessary, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs in a way that made her pulse race. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dripping with appreciation.
Jamal took another step closer, his gaze raking over her body with undisguised lust. “You’re breathtaking,” he said softly, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve never seen anyone like you.”
Lina felt a rush of heat flood her body, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, completely at their mercy. She wanted to cover herself, to run out of the room and never look back but something held her in place. Something she couldn’t quite name.
Wasim’s hands moved again, this time to her breasts once more. He cupped them gently, testing their weight and shape as he took the final measurements. “Perfect,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing against her nipples in a way that made Lina gasp softly. “Absolutely perfect.”
Wasim’s hands lingered on Lina’s waist, the measuring tape still pressed against her skin. She could feel his fingers tracing the faintest outline of her hips, the touch deliberate and slow. His chest was a solid warmth against her back, and his breath tickled the nape of her neck.
“You’re… almost done, right?” Lina asked, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep her composure. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, but the thin fabric of her bra did little to conceal the fullness of her breasts. She could feel their weight more acutely now, unsupported and heavy against her forearms.
“Almost,” Wasim replied, his voice smooth and unhurried. His fingers moved upward, grazing the curve of her waistline as he adjusted the tape. “But there’s something you should know.” He paused, his tone shifting to one of casual familiarity. “The pregnancy dresses come with free custom bras and panties. They’ll be much more comfortable for you, especially with how sensitive your body might be feeling.”
Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat. How does he know? She felt a flush creep up her neck, warming her cheeks. “I..I don’t think that’s necessary,” she stammered, tightening her arms around herself.
Wasim chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate in her ear. “Trust me, it’s worth it. You’ll feel much more comfortable wearing something tailored specifically for you.” His hands moved again, brushing against the edge of her bra strap as he continued measuring. “After forty years in this business, I know pregnant women’s bodies intimately. I can make something that will suit you perfectly.”
Lina’s heart pounded in her chest. She glanced toward Jamal, who was standing nearby, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach twist. He had been silent this whole time, but his presence was impossible to ignore. His eyes roamed over her figure, lingering on the swell of her hips and the curve of her belly before moving up to her chest. There was a hunger in his stare that made her feel both exposed and strangely vulnerable.
“It’s… free?” Lina finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She hated how small she sounded, but the idea of something tailored and comfortable was tempting especially with how her body was changing.
“Completely free,” Wasim assured her, his hands still moving slowly across her body. “Consider it part of the service.”
Lina hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “All right,” she said, her voice shaky. “If it’s free.”
Wasim smiled, his fingers brushing against the back of her bra clasp. “Good choice. Now, let’s take these measurements properly.”
Before Lina could protest, he deftly undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall away from her body. She gasped, instinctively crossing her arms tighter over her chest as her heavy breasts spilled forward, their weight pulling them slightly downward. The cool air of the room kissed her bare skin, and she shuddered, feeling more exposed than ever.
“Relax,” Wasim murmured, his hands gently guiding her arms away from her body. “I need to measure directly against your skin.”
Lina’s face burned as she lowered her arms, revealing her full breasts to the two men. They were round and full, their flesh pale and soft, with pink nipples that stood taut from the chill in the air. She could feel their gaze on her, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the shame that threatened to overwhelm her.
Wasim’s fingers traced the curve of her breast, the measuring tape following his movements as he took precise measurements. His touch was firm but gentle, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “You have a beautiful figure,” he commented, his voice low and appreciative. “Pregnancy suits you.”
Lina swallowed hard, her breathing shallow as she tried to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She glanced at Jamal again, noting the way his pants strained against the growing bulge at his crotch. Her stomach clenched with a mixture of shame and something else...something she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Jamal stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire. “She’s exquisite,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “We are very lucky to have such a client, Wasim.”
Wasim chuckled again, his hands moving down to measure Lina’s hips next. “Indeed, we are.” His fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties, and Lina tensed, her breath hitching as she realized what was coming next.
“Now for the final measurement,” Wasim said smoothly, his fingers hooking into the sides of her panties. He pulled them down slowly, exposing the swell of her hips and the soft curve of her belly. Lina’s face burned hotter as she stood there, completely exposed except for the sheer fabric that clung to her thighs.
Wasim’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her hips and thighs as he measured. His touch lingered longer than necessary, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs in a way that made her pulse race. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dripping with appreciation.
Jamal took another step closer, his gaze raking over her body with undisguised lust. “You’re breathtaking,” he said softly, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve never seen anyone like you.”
Lina felt a rush of heat flood her body, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, completely at their mercy. She wanted to cover herself, to run out of the room and never look back but something held her in place. Something she couldn’t quite name.
Wasim’s hands moved again, this time to her breasts once more. He cupped them gently, testing their weight and shape as he took the final measurements. “Perfect,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing against her nipples in a way that made Lina gasp softly. “Absolutely perfect.”
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