Door to Door Bra salesman : Ajit

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(Ajit's hand stayed on Sangeeta's soft, full breast. Sangeeta did not move away, even with her protest. She could feel his warmth through the wet, thin cloth. She felt a deep shiver of pleasure and shame. Ajit saw her breathing fast.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and sincere, but his eyes were hot.) "Ma'am, I am so sorry. My intention was not wrong. It is hard to tell the size of your shape. I made a mistake."

(Sangeeta looked at his face. She saw excitement but also a kind of honest worry. Her breasts ached, and the wet spot on her dress was getting bigger. She felt her heart beating fast.)

Sangeeta: (Her voice was soft and a little weak.) "Then... take your hand away. If it was a mistake."
(Ajit looked at his hand on her breast. He felt the weight and the softness. He took a slow, deep breath. He began to pull his hand back, very slowly. His palm rubbed across her round curve, his thumb just brushing the hard nipple under the wet fabric, making Sangeeta gasp slightly. When his hand was gone, she felt cold where he had been hot.)

Ajit: (His voice became professional again, but his eyes were intense.) "Okay, ma'am. I will use tape now. I will also show you some blouse drawings."

(He took a soft tape from his bag. He showed her drawings of saree blouses with deep necks and low backs. Sangeeta tried to look calm. She walked closer to see the drawings. The movement made her breasts press together, and a fresh drop of milk ran down her cleavage, shining on her skin.)

Sangeeta: (She tried to clear her throat, pointing to one drawing.) "This drawing is good. But the neck must be more deep. And I want hooks in front, not on side."

Ajit: (He leaned very close to her, his arm touching hers. His breath was warm near her ear.) "Front hooks? That is interesting. Easy access... for you, of course. How deep should the neck be?"

Sangeeta: (She straightened up, her eyes meeting his. Her face was hot. She felt daring again, looking at his desire.) "So deep that my cleavage looks good. When I wear the saree, the blouse must show everything."

(Ajit's eyes widened. He gave her a slow, knowing smile. He understood the game. The tension between them was now strong and open.)

Ajit: "I understand, ma'am. Perfect. Shall I take measurements now?"

Sangeeta: (She held his gaze, not looking away. She felt a thrill of power.) "Yes. You do it."