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Chapter 21: Wasim & Jamal (Act 9)
Lina stood frozen in front of the mirror, the delicate lingerie clinging to her body like a second skin. Her reflection stared back at her, flushed and wide-eyed, as Wasim’s gaze lingered on her curves. She shifted uncomfortably, the silken fabric brushing against her skin in ways that sent tiny sparks of sensation through her body.
“Is… is the fitting over?” Lina asked, her voice wavering slightly. She clutched her arms across her chest, trying to shield herself from the intensity of his stare. “Can you step out so I can change back into my clothes?”
Wasim didn’t move immediately. Instead, he tilted his head, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “Of course,” he said smoothly, “but I should mention your panties will need to be washed and dried. It’ll take about ten minutes.”
Her cheeks burned at his words, and she glanced down at the floor, avoiding his eyes. The idea of him handling her undergarments was almost too much to bear.
Sensing her discomfort, Wasim stepped closer, his voice softening. “I know this is… unconventional,” he began, “but as a perfectionist, I always conduct a stress test on new lingerie. It’s important to ensure it can withstand rough treatment and stretch without tearing.”
Lina blinked, confused. “A stress test?” she echoed, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “Most women wear these pieces to seduce their husbands,” he explained, his eyes drifting over her body. “And during sex, the lingerie often stays on because it’s… enticing. Men tend to be a bit rough with it. I pride myself on crafting pieces that can last for years.”
Her face flushed deeper, and she stammered, “That’s… that’s not necessary. I don’t think we need to...”
Wasim interrupted gently, raising a hand to calm her. “There won’t be any real sex, Lina,” he assured her. “It’s just a test to see how the fabric holds up as in how much it stretches, whether the bra stays secure, things like that. You’ll just need to let me lead the steps.”
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Despite her unease, she found herself nodding slowly, unable to find the words to refuse.
“Good,” Wasim said, his smile widening. He moved behind her, his hands settling on her hips. “This will be quick. Just relax.”
Lina stiffened as he guided her to bend forward slightly, testing the stretch of the panties. The fabric pulled taut against her skin, and she could feel every inch of it clinging to her body. His hands moved to the sides of the bra, tugging gently to check its elasticity.
“Still comfortable?” he asked, his breath warm against her ear.
She nodded again, though her voice seemed to have disappeared.
Wasim grew bolder with each step, mimicking different sexual positions with methodical precision. He pressed himself against her from behind, his clothed body moving in sync with hers in a way that felt far too intimate. Lina’s breath quickened as his hands roamed her sides, sliding beneath the thin fabric of the bra to brush against the underside of her breasts.
“When will this test end?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling.
“Soon,” he murmured, his hands continuing their exploration. One drifted lower, grazing the waistband of her panties before dipping just slightly beneath it. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.
Wasim paused, his fingers brushing against the dampness that had formed between her thighs. He chuckled softly, the sound low and husky. “It seems the fabric is holding up well,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “But there’s one final test we need to do.”
Lina’s eyes widened as she caught sight of him in the mirror, his hands moving to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness. Her heart raced as he dropped his pants and underwear, revealing an erect cock that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and arousal.
“Wasim, what are you doing!!!” she started, but he cut her off gently.
“Just trust me,” he said, positioning himself behind her once more. His cock pressed against the thin barrier of her panties, the heat of it searing through the fabric.
Her breath hitched as he began to move, dry-humping her with a rhythm that left her trembling. His hands alternated between gripping her hips and cupping her breasts, the thin bra offering little protection from his touch. Lina couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, watching as the scene unfolded before her, her own reflection, flushed and vulnerable, and Wasim’s intense gaze locked on her.
Her resolve wavered with each thrust, her body betraying her as pleasure began to override her initial hesitation. She could feel herself growing wetter, the slickness spreading through her panties and making the friction between them even more unbearable.
“See?” Wasim whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “The fabric is holding up perfectly.”
Lina stood frozen in front of the mirror, the delicate lingerie clinging to her body like a second skin. Her reflection stared back at her, flushed and wide-eyed, as Wasim’s gaze lingered on her curves. She shifted uncomfortably, the silken fabric brushing against her skin in ways that sent tiny sparks of sensation through her body.
“Is… is the fitting over?” Lina asked, her voice wavering slightly. She clutched her arms across her chest, trying to shield herself from the intensity of his stare. “Can you step out so I can change back into my clothes?”
Wasim didn’t move immediately. Instead, he tilted his head, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “Of course,” he said smoothly, “but I should mention your panties will need to be washed and dried. It’ll take about ten minutes.”
Her cheeks burned at his words, and she glanced down at the floor, avoiding his eyes. The idea of him handling her undergarments was almost too much to bear.
Sensing her discomfort, Wasim stepped closer, his voice softening. “I know this is… unconventional,” he began, “but as a perfectionist, I always conduct a stress test on new lingerie. It’s important to ensure it can withstand rough treatment and stretch without tearing.”
Lina blinked, confused. “A stress test?” she echoed, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “Most women wear these pieces to seduce their husbands,” he explained, his eyes drifting over her body. “And during sex, the lingerie often stays on because it’s… enticing. Men tend to be a bit rough with it. I pride myself on crafting pieces that can last for years.”
Her face flushed deeper, and she stammered, “That’s… that’s not necessary. I don’t think we need to...”
Wasim interrupted gently, raising a hand to calm her. “There won’t be any real sex, Lina,” he assured her. “It’s just a test to see how the fabric holds up as in how much it stretches, whether the bra stays secure, things like that. You’ll just need to let me lead the steps.”
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Despite her unease, she found herself nodding slowly, unable to find the words to refuse.
“Good,” Wasim said, his smile widening. He moved behind her, his hands settling on her hips. “This will be quick. Just relax.”
Lina stiffened as he guided her to bend forward slightly, testing the stretch of the panties. The fabric pulled taut against her skin, and she could feel every inch of it clinging to her body. His hands moved to the sides of the bra, tugging gently to check its elasticity.
“Still comfortable?” he asked, his breath warm against her ear.
She nodded again, though her voice seemed to have disappeared.
Wasim grew bolder with each step, mimicking different sexual positions with methodical precision. He pressed himself against her from behind, his clothed body moving in sync with hers in a way that felt far too intimate. Lina’s breath quickened as his hands roamed her sides, sliding beneath the thin fabric of the bra to brush against the underside of her breasts.
“When will this test end?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling.
“Soon,” he murmured, his hands continuing their exploration. One drifted lower, grazing the waistband of her panties before dipping just slightly beneath it. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.
Wasim paused, his fingers brushing against the dampness that had formed between her thighs. He chuckled softly, the sound low and husky. “It seems the fabric is holding up well,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “But there’s one final test we need to do.”
Lina’s eyes widened as she caught sight of him in the mirror, his hands moving to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness. Her heart raced as he dropped his pants and underwear, revealing an erect cock that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and arousal.
“Wasim, what are you doing!!!” she started, but he cut her off gently.
“Just trust me,” he said, positioning himself behind her once more. His cock pressed against the thin barrier of her panties, the heat of it searing through the fabric.
Her breath hitched as he began to move, dry-humping her with a rhythm that left her trembling. His hands alternated between gripping her hips and cupping her breasts, the thin bra offering little protection from his touch. Lina couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, watching as the scene unfolded before her, her own reflection, flushed and vulnerable, and Wasim’s intense gaze locked on her.
Her resolve wavered with each thrust, her body betraying her as pleasure began to override her initial hesitation. She could feel herself growing wetter, the slickness spreading through her panties and making the friction between them even more unbearable.
“See?” Wasim whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “The fabric is holding up perfectly.”
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