Door to Door Bra salesman : Ajit

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(Sangeeta led Ajit into her bedroom. It was big and cool. A small door led to the fitting room. Ajit stood near her, holding the red lace bra. Sangeeta felt her breasts ache slightly, a heavy, warm feeling that she knew meant the milk was coming because of her excitement. She tried to act calm.)

Sangeeta: (She pointed to the fitting room.) "Go inside. Let's try new bra."

Ajit: (He looked at Sangeeta, his eyes intense.) "Ma'am, before you try new bra, I must check your current size. Over your dress."

Sangeeta: (She raised her eyebrow. She was surprised but felt a thrill.) "Over my dress? How?"

Ajit: (He took a small step closer. His voice was low, a little nervous, but firm.) "Ma'am, I will adjust little bit. I must touch your chest."

Sangeeta: (She stood still, watching him. She felt the pressure in her breasts increase. She felt hot.) "What you must touch?"

Ajit: (He took one more small step. He was very close now. He looked at her cleavage then met her eyes.) "Ma'am, I must adjust the shape. For perfect size."

Sangeeta: (She held his gaze. She took a slow, deep breath. She felt daring.) "Okay. You do it."

(Ajit's hand moved slowly. It was warm and hard. He put his palm directly over her right breast, on the thin green dress. His fingers spread, his thumb near her cleavage. He put light pressure, just enough to feel the fullness and weight of her 36E breast. He moved his hand a little, pretending to shape the cloth. Sangeeta felt a shock of warmth go through her body. A gush of milk, warm and sweet, came out, soaking the fabric under his hand, making a dark, wet spot on the green dress. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and strong pleasure.)

Sangeeta: (Her voice was a sharp whisper, surprised and thrilled.) "I did not say you can do this."
(Ajit froze, his hand still holding her breast. He looked at the wet spot and then at her face. His eyes were dark with desire and apology. He waited.)