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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 4)
Wasim stepped back, his eyes gleaming with an unspoken intent as he held up the custom bra and panties. “These are special,” he said, his tone smooth but edged with something Lina couldn’t quite place. “I insist you try them on now. It’s the only way to ensure they fit perfectly.”
Lina hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “Right here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Isn’t there somewhere more private?”
“Of course,” Wasim replied, gesturing toward a small fitting room tucked away in the corner of the shop. “This way. It’s cozy, but it’ll do.” He turned to Jamal, who had been silently observing from the sidelines. “Jamal, join us. Your expertise will be invaluable.”
Jamal nodded, his intense gaze never leaving Lina as he followed them into the cramped space. The room was so narrow that the three of them could barely move without brushing against one another. Lina felt the heat of their presence closing in around her, her pulse quickening as Wasim handed her the lingerie.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and encouraging. “Put them on.”
Lina hesitated, her hands trembling as she took the delicate fabrics. This feels wrong, she thought, but something about Wasim’s insistence and Jamal’s quiet intensity made it hard to refuse. Slowly, she began to undress, her movements stiff with self-consciousness. Wasim’s eyes followed every inch of exposed skin, his breath hitching as her curves came into view.
As she slid the bra on, Wasim stepped closer, his fingers deftly adjusting the straps. “Let me help,” he murmured, his hands lingering on her shoulders before trailing down to cup her breasts. His touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as he tested the fit of the fabric against her skin.
“Perfect,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly against her nipples. Lina gasped, a shiver running through her body as she tried to steady herself.
Behind her, Jamal moved closer, his presence like a shadow against her back. He reached for the panties, his hands brushing against her thighs as he helped guide them up her legs. The fabric was soft and snug, hugging her curves in a way that made her feel both exposed and strangely empowered. Jamal’s fingers lingered at her hips, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, “You look stunning.”
Lina’s cheeks burned, her heart pounding as she stood there, caught between the two men. Wasim’s hands returned to her body, this time sliding down to her waist as he guided her to turn around. “Let me see,” he said, his voice thick with admiration.
Lina complied, her breath shallow as she faced him. His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every detail with a hunger that made her knees weak.
Jamal stepped closer behind her once more, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “She’s flawless,” he said to Wasim, though his words were clearly meant for Lina. “Every curve. Every line.”
Wasim’s gaze darkened, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Indeed. But we need to ensure the fit is perfect.” He reached for another set of lingerie, this one even more revealing than the last. “Try this one.”
Lina’s eyes widened. “Another one? I thought...”
“Trust me,” Wasim interrupted smoothly. “This is how I measure the best wear for you.”
She swallowed hard, as she glanced between the two men, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “Wasim, please… could you ask Jamal to leave? I can’t breathe with him here, and his comments are making it worse.” Her cheeks flushed deeper as she avoided Jamal’s intense gaze.
Wasim raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Of course, Lina. Whatever makes you comfortable.” He turned to Jamal, his tone firm but polite. “Jamal, step out for a moment. I’ll handle this.”
Jamal hesitated, his eyes lingering on Lina for a moment longer before he nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind him. The space felt slightly less suffocating, but Wasim’s presence still loomed large. He picked up the second set of lingerie, his movements deliberate as he approached her.
“Now, let’s see how this one fits,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with intent. His hands began to roam her body with increasing intimacy, his fingers tracing the edge of the panties as he adjusted the fabric. The touch made Lina shiver, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through her. His hands moved to her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. She gasped, her body responding despite her attempts to stay composed.
Wasim leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “You’re exquisite.” His hands continued to explore her curves, slipping under the waistband of her panties to trace the curve of her ass. Lina’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. The room grew warmer, the air thick with tension as his touches became more insistent.
Lina’s reflection in the mirror caught her eye, the scene unfolding in front of her unbearably steamy. Her nipples were hard beneath the bra, her body betraying her as wetness pooled between her legs. She tried to steady herself, but it was too much.
Suddenly, her head began to spin, the overwhelming sensations and the closeness of Wasim’s body leaving her lightheaded. “Wasim,” she whispered weakly, “please… stop.” But before he could react, her vision blurred, and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Wasim stepped back, his eyes gleaming with an unspoken intent as he held up the custom bra and panties. “These are special,” he said, his tone smooth but edged with something Lina couldn’t quite place. “I insist you try them on now. It’s the only way to ensure they fit perfectly.”
Lina hesitated, her cheeks flushing. “Right here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Isn’t there somewhere more private?”
“Of course,” Wasim replied, gesturing toward a small fitting room tucked away in the corner of the shop. “This way. It’s cozy, but it’ll do.” He turned to Jamal, who had been silently observing from the sidelines. “Jamal, join us. Your expertise will be invaluable.”
Jamal nodded, his intense gaze never leaving Lina as he followed them into the cramped space. The room was so narrow that the three of them could barely move without brushing against one another. Lina felt the heat of their presence closing in around her, her pulse quickening as Wasim handed her the lingerie.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and encouraging. “Put them on.”
Lina hesitated, her hands trembling as she took the delicate fabrics. This feels wrong, she thought, but something about Wasim’s insistence and Jamal’s quiet intensity made it hard to refuse. Slowly, she began to undress, her movements stiff with self-consciousness. Wasim’s eyes followed every inch of exposed skin, his breath hitching as her curves came into view.
As she slid the bra on, Wasim stepped closer, his fingers deftly adjusting the straps. “Let me help,” he murmured, his hands lingering on her shoulders before trailing down to cup her breasts. His touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as he tested the fit of the fabric against her skin.
“Perfect,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly against her nipples. Lina gasped, a shiver running through her body as she tried to steady herself.
Behind her, Jamal moved closer, his presence like a shadow against her back. He reached for the panties, his hands brushing against her thighs as he helped guide them up her legs. The fabric was soft and snug, hugging her curves in a way that made her feel both exposed and strangely empowered. Jamal’s fingers lingered at her hips, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, “You look stunning.”
Lina’s cheeks burned, her heart pounding as she stood there, caught between the two men. Wasim’s hands returned to her body, this time sliding down to her waist as he guided her to turn around. “Let me see,” he said, his voice thick with admiration.
Lina complied, her breath shallow as she faced him. His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every detail with a hunger that made her knees weak.
Jamal stepped closer behind her once more, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. “She’s flawless,” he said to Wasim, though his words were clearly meant for Lina. “Every curve. Every line.”
Wasim’s gaze darkened, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Indeed. But we need to ensure the fit is perfect.” He reached for another set of lingerie, this one even more revealing than the last. “Try this one.”
Lina’s eyes widened. “Another one? I thought...”
“Trust me,” Wasim interrupted smoothly. “This is how I measure the best wear for you.”
She swallowed hard, as she glanced between the two men, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “Wasim, please… could you ask Jamal to leave? I can’t breathe with him here, and his comments are making it worse.” Her cheeks flushed deeper as she avoided Jamal’s intense gaze.
Wasim raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Of course, Lina. Whatever makes you comfortable.” He turned to Jamal, his tone firm but polite. “Jamal, step out for a moment. I’ll handle this.”
Jamal hesitated, his eyes lingering on Lina for a moment longer before he nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind him. The space felt slightly less suffocating, but Wasim’s presence still loomed large. He picked up the second set of lingerie, his movements deliberate as he approached her.
“Now, let’s see how this one fits,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with intent. His hands began to roam her body with increasing intimacy, his fingers tracing the edge of the panties as he adjusted the fabric. The touch made Lina shiver, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through her. His hands moved to her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. She gasped, her body responding despite her attempts to stay composed.
Wasim leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “You’re exquisite.” His hands continued to explore her curves, slipping under the waistband of her panties to trace the curve of her ass. Lina’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. The room grew warmer, the air thick with tension as his touches became more insistent.
Lina’s reflection in the mirror caught her eye, the scene unfolding in front of her unbearably steamy. Her nipples were hard beneath the bra, her body betraying her as wetness pooled between her legs. She tried to steady herself, but it was too much.
Suddenly, her head began to spin, the overwhelming sensations and the closeness of Wasim’s body leaving her lightheaded. “Wasim,” she whispered weakly, “please… stop.” But before he could react, her vision blurred, and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.
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