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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 8)
Lina stepped into Wasim’s shop, the familiar bell above the door chiming softly. The scent of fabric and cologne filled the air, a mix that always seemed to linger in the space. She clutched her bag a little tighter, her nerves fluttering as she walked further in. Wasim was already there, his tall frame leaning casually against the counter. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed back, and his sharp eyes lit up when he saw her.
“Lina!” he said warmly, stepping forward and enveloping her in a gentle hug. His arms were firm, his chest warm against hers, and she felt the faintest brush of his breath against her ear as he murmured, “I was waiting for you.”
Jamal stood nearby, silent as ever, but his intense gaze followed her every move. Lina gave them both a polite smile, trying to mask the unease that bubbled just beneath the surface. “Thank you for having me,” she said, her voice steady but soft.
“Of course,” Wasim replied, his tone smooth, almost too smooth. “We’re here to make sure everything fits perfectly. You know that.”
He gestured toward the fitting area, where a row of dresses hung neatly behind a curtain. Lina nodded and made her way over, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She stepped behind the curtain, her hands trembling slightly as she began to undress. The dresses he had made for her were beautiful, each one tailored to her figure. She slipped into the first one, the fabric cool against her skin. It fit like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. She stepped out, twirling slightly for Wasim and Jamal to see.
“Perfect,” Wasim said, his eyes lingering on her form. “Just as I expected.”
Lina handed him the dress, and he passed her the next one. This process continued for a while, each dress fitting beautifully. She felt a small surge of confidence, her earlier anxiety beginning to fade. But then came the last dress, a custom-fit mini dress that was far more revealing than she had anticipated.
She held it up, staring at it for a moment. “This… this is shorter than I thought,” she said hesitantly.
Wasim stepped closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. “It’s designed to highlight your natural beauty,” he said smoothly. “Trust me, Lina. You’ll look stunning.”
She hesitated but nodded, stepping back behind the curtain. The dress was tight, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin as she struggled to pull it on. Just as she was about to call for help, Wasim’s voice came from the other side.
“Do you need assistance?” he asked, his tone innocent but with an edge that made her pulse quicken. “I… I think so,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
The curtain parted, and Wasim stepped inside. His gaze was intense, drinking in the sight of her as she stood there, vulnerable and exposed. His fingers lingered on her curves as he adjusted the straps, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He knelt down to adjust the hem, his hands skimming over her thighs as he worked.
“There,” he said, standing up and taking a step back to admire his work. “You look absolutely stunning, Lina. I think this dress was made for you. It fits you perfectly.” He guided her to the mirror, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “See for yourself.”
Lina looked at her reflection, her breath catching in her throat. The dress hugged every curve, the hem riding dangerously high on her thighs. She felt exposed but undeniably alluring. Wasim’s hands moved to her waist, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin just above her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his body so close to hers.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’re safe with me.”
But his touch betrayed his words. His fingers trailed lower, dipping beneath the hem of the dress and brushing against the soft curls between her legs. Lina gasped, her body arching into his touch despite herself. His fingers circled her clit gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
But Wasim didn’t stop. His grip tightened, holding her in place as he continued to tease her. She moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his touch. Her body betrayed her, arching into him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
From outside the curtain, Jamal’s voice called out, “Is everything okay in there?”
“Everything’s fine,” Wasim replied smoothly, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm.
Lina’s breath came in short gasps as she felt the heat building in her core. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushed, her body trembling with need. Wasim’s lips were at her ear again, his breath warm as he whispered, “Let go, Lina. You deserve this.”
And she did. Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, leaving her breathless and spent. She collapsed against him, her body still shaking with the aftershocks. Wasim held her close, his hands still exploring her body as if marking his claim.
“See?” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew this dress was perfect for you.”
Lina jolted awake, her body still trembling from the unexpected wave of pleasure that had overtaken her. Wasim’s voice broke through her haze, smooth and calculated.
“You’re quite easily stimulated, aren’t you. Is everything fine at home?” he remarked, a sly smile playing on his lips. His eyes swept over her, taking in every detail of her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath.
She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “Everything’s fine between me and my husband.”
Wasim’s gaze flicked downward, and Lina followed it to the wet patch that had formed on the fabric of the dress. Her stomach dropped. Oh no. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself, but it was too late. Wasim had already seen.
“Jamal,” Wasim called out, his tone calm and business-like. “Bring a towel and the custom lingerie I prepared.” Lina’s eyes widened in shock. “Custom lingerie? You want me to wear it… here? In front of you?”
Wasim nodded, unfazed by her discomfort. “Of course. Kartini and my other clients do the same. That’s why they keep coming back. I only take referrals, you know. It’s part of the service.”
Her heart pounded as she tried to process what he was saying. Before she could protest further, Wasim gently guided her to face the wall, her back now turned to him. His hands were warm against her bare skin as he began to unzip the dress, each movement deliberate and slow. Lina shivered, not just from the cool air but from the intensity of the situation.
“Please, hurry,” she whispered, her voice tinged with both mortification and a strange sense of vulnerability.
Wasim didn’t rush. He carefully slid the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Then, his fingers moved to the clasp of her bra. Lina froze, her breath catching as he undid it with practiced ease. The bra slipped away, leaving her completely exposed. She heard him hand it to Jamal, who was waiting outside the curtain.
“Wash these,” Wasim instructed. “And don’t forget the towel and the lingerie.”
Lina stood there, naked and trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She felt utterly exposed, every second stretching into an eternity. Wasim’s presence loomed behind her, his breaths steady and calm, which only heightened her awareness of her own vulnerability.
Finally, Jamal returned with the items. Wasim took the lacy bra first, holding it up for her to see. It was surprisingly delicate but had a sturdy design, clearly meant to support her fuller figure. “This will feel much better,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Especially now that your body is changing.”
Lina hesitated but allowed him to guide her arms into the straps. His fingers brushed against her skin as he adjusted the cups, his touch lingering on her breasts as he ensured a perfect fit. She couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped her lips as his thumbs grazed her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
“There,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “It’s perfect for you.”
Next, he reached for the towel, his movements unhurried. He knelt behind her and began wiping away the evidence of her earlier arousal. Lina clenched her fists, her face burning as she felt the towel press between her thighs. Wasim’s hand moved with purpose, delving deeper than necessary to ensure every trace was gone. She bit her lip to stifle the soft moans that threatened to escape.
“We wouldn’t want the new lingerie to get soiled too soon,” he said casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
Once he was done, he stood and handed her the lace panties. “Step into them,” he instructed, his tone firm but gentle.
Lina obeyed, though her hands shook as she held onto his shoulders for balance. Wasim slowly pulled the panties up her legs, his fingers grazing her inner thighs and hips as he worked. Each touch was deliberate, seductive, and designed to make her squirm. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled the fabric in place.
“There,” he said softly, turning her to face the mirror once more. He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he admired their reflection. “What do you think?”
Lina barely recognized herself. The lingerie hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her natural beauty while leaving little to the imagination. She felt a mix of embarrassment and an odd sense of empowerment as she met his gaze in the mirror.
“It’s… beautiful,” she admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wasim smiled, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. “You’re exquisite, Lina. I knew this would suit you.”
The moment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension. Lina had never been in a situation like this before, half-naked in a fitting room with a male tailor and yet, something about it felt oddly… intoxicating.
Lina stepped into Wasim’s shop, the familiar bell above the door chiming softly. The scent of fabric and cologne filled the air, a mix that always seemed to linger in the space. She clutched her bag a little tighter, her nerves fluttering as she walked further in. Wasim was already there, his tall frame leaning casually against the counter. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed back, and his sharp eyes lit up when he saw her.
“Lina!” he said warmly, stepping forward and enveloping her in a gentle hug. His arms were firm, his chest warm against hers, and she felt the faintest brush of his breath against her ear as he murmured, “I was waiting for you.”
Jamal stood nearby, silent as ever, but his intense gaze followed her every move. Lina gave them both a polite smile, trying to mask the unease that bubbled just beneath the surface. “Thank you for having me,” she said, her voice steady but soft.
“Of course,” Wasim replied, his tone smooth, almost too smooth. “We’re here to make sure everything fits perfectly. You know that.”
He gestured toward the fitting area, where a row of dresses hung neatly behind a curtain. Lina nodded and made her way over, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She stepped behind the curtain, her hands trembling slightly as she began to undress. The dresses he had made for her were beautiful, each one tailored to her figure. She slipped into the first one, the fabric cool against her skin. It fit like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. She stepped out, twirling slightly for Wasim and Jamal to see.
“Perfect,” Wasim said, his eyes lingering on her form. “Just as I expected.”
Lina handed him the dress, and he passed her the next one. This process continued for a while, each dress fitting beautifully. She felt a small surge of confidence, her earlier anxiety beginning to fade. But then came the last dress, a custom-fit mini dress that was far more revealing than she had anticipated.
She held it up, staring at it for a moment. “This… this is shorter than I thought,” she said hesitantly.
Wasim stepped closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. “It’s designed to highlight your natural beauty,” he said smoothly. “Trust me, Lina. You’ll look stunning.”
She hesitated but nodded, stepping back behind the curtain. The dress was tight, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin as she struggled to pull it on. Just as she was about to call for help, Wasim’s voice came from the other side.
“Do you need assistance?” he asked, his tone innocent but with an edge that made her pulse quicken. “I… I think so,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
The curtain parted, and Wasim stepped inside. His gaze was intense, drinking in the sight of her as she stood there, vulnerable and exposed. His fingers lingered on her curves as he adjusted the straps, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He knelt down to adjust the hem, his hands skimming over her thighs as he worked.
“There,” he said, standing up and taking a step back to admire his work. “You look absolutely stunning, Lina. I think this dress was made for you. It fits you perfectly.” He guided her to the mirror, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered, “See for yourself.”
Lina looked at her reflection, her breath catching in her throat. The dress hugged every curve, the hem riding dangerously high on her thighs. She felt exposed but undeniably alluring. Wasim’s hands moved to her waist, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin just above her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his body so close to hers.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’re safe with me.”
But his touch betrayed his words. His fingers trailed lower, dipping beneath the hem of the dress and brushing against the soft curls between her legs. Lina gasped, her body arching into his touch despite herself. His fingers circled her clit gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
But Wasim didn’t stop. His grip tightened, holding her in place as he continued to tease her. She moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his touch. Her body betrayed her, arching into him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
From outside the curtain, Jamal’s voice called out, “Is everything okay in there?”
“Everything’s fine,” Wasim replied smoothly, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm.
Lina’s breath came in short gasps as she felt the heat building in her core. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushed, her body trembling with need. Wasim’s lips were at her ear again, his breath warm as he whispered, “Let go, Lina. You deserve this.”
And she did. Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, leaving her breathless and spent. She collapsed against him, her body still shaking with the aftershocks. Wasim held her close, his hands still exploring her body as if marking his claim.
“See?” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I knew this dress was perfect for you.”
Lina jolted awake, her body still trembling from the unexpected wave of pleasure that had overtaken her. Wasim’s voice broke through her haze, smooth and calculated.
“You’re quite easily stimulated, aren’t you. Is everything fine at home?” he remarked, a sly smile playing on his lips. His eyes swept over her, taking in every detail of her flushed face and the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath.
She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I… I’m fine,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “Everything’s fine between me and my husband.”
Wasim’s gaze flicked downward, and Lina followed it to the wet patch that had formed on the fabric of the dress. Her stomach dropped. Oh no. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself, but it was too late. Wasim had already seen.
“Jamal,” Wasim called out, his tone calm and business-like. “Bring a towel and the custom lingerie I prepared.” Lina’s eyes widened in shock. “Custom lingerie? You want me to wear it… here? In front of you?”
Wasim nodded, unfazed by her discomfort. “Of course. Kartini and my other clients do the same. That’s why they keep coming back. I only take referrals, you know. It’s part of the service.”
Her heart pounded as she tried to process what he was saying. Before she could protest further, Wasim gently guided her to face the wall, her back now turned to him. His hands were warm against her bare skin as he began to unzip the dress, each movement deliberate and slow. Lina shivered, not just from the cool air but from the intensity of the situation.
“Please, hurry,” she whispered, her voice tinged with both mortification and a strange sense of vulnerability.
Wasim didn’t rush. He carefully slid the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Then, his fingers moved to the clasp of her bra. Lina froze, her breath catching as he undid it with practiced ease. The bra slipped away, leaving her completely exposed. She heard him hand it to Jamal, who was waiting outside the curtain.
“Wash these,” Wasim instructed. “And don’t forget the towel and the lingerie.”
Lina stood there, naked and trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She felt utterly exposed, every second stretching into an eternity. Wasim’s presence loomed behind her, his breaths steady and calm, which only heightened her awareness of her own vulnerability.
Finally, Jamal returned with the items. Wasim took the lacy bra first, holding it up for her to see. It was surprisingly delicate but had a sturdy design, clearly meant to support her fuller figure. “This will feel much better,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Especially now that your body is changing.”
Lina hesitated but allowed him to guide her arms into the straps. His fingers brushed against her skin as he adjusted the cups, his touch lingering on her breasts as he ensured a perfect fit. She couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped her lips as his thumbs grazed her nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
“There,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “It’s perfect for you.”
Next, he reached for the towel, his movements unhurried. He knelt behind her and began wiping away the evidence of her earlier arousal. Lina clenched her fists, her face burning as she felt the towel press between her thighs. Wasim’s hand moved with purpose, delving deeper than necessary to ensure every trace was gone. She bit her lip to stifle the soft moans that threatened to escape.
“We wouldn’t want the new lingerie to get soiled too soon,” he said casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
Once he was done, he stood and handed her the lace panties. “Step into them,” he instructed, his tone firm but gentle.
Lina obeyed, though her hands shook as she held onto his shoulders for balance. Wasim slowly pulled the panties up her legs, his fingers grazing her inner thighs and hips as he worked. Each touch was deliberate, seductive, and designed to make her squirm. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled the fabric in place.
“There,” he said softly, turning her to face the mirror once more. He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he admired their reflection. “What do you think?”
Lina barely recognized herself. The lingerie hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her natural beauty while leaving little to the imagination. She felt a mix of embarrassment and an odd sense of empowerment as she met his gaze in the mirror.
“It’s… beautiful,” she admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wasim smiled, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. “You’re exquisite, Lina. I knew this would suit you.”
The moment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension. Lina had never been in a situation like this before, half-naked in a fitting room with a male tailor and yet, something about it felt oddly… intoxicating.
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