Door to Door Bra salesman : Ajit

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Scene 5

(Ajit's hand was still holding the measuring tape across Sangeeta's wet, heavy breasts. Sangeeta's breathing was fast, and her eyes were dark with desire. The wet spots on her dress were clear now. She knew the game was not about bras anymore.)

Ajit: (His voice was low and strained, he could not hide his desire.) "Ma'am, for the blouse fitting, I must be honest. It is hard to measure shape with this thick dress. The blouse must fit perfectly on your body."

Sangeeta: (She understood. She felt shame but also a stronger pleasure.) "What do you mean?"

Ajit: (He took a small step back, but his eyes held hers. His gaze was hot.) "I mean, ma'am, for a few minutes, you must take off this dress. Only the dress. The bra can stay. It will be a better measurement."

Sangeeta: (She felt a wave of heat pass over her. Her breasts felt heavy, aching for more touch. The milk was coming out faster now, making the wet spots darker. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, showing determination.) "Take off the dress? In front of you?"

Ajit: (His voice was a low, husky whisper.) "Only if you trust me, ma'am. It is only for perfect shape. I will only measure."

Sangeeta: (She looked at his face. She saw his desperate desire and her own mirror.) "Okay. I will do it."

(Sangeeta reached for the zip at the back of her light green dress. Her hands were shaking. Ajit watched her, his breathing shallow. She slowly pulled down the zip. The sound was loud in the quiet room. She gently slid the dress down her shoulders. The thin fabric moved over her full, wet breasts and then down her sides. She wore a simple white cotton bra underneath. It was old and thin. The bra was wet too, with the milk that was leaking. The dress dropped to her waist, making a green ring around her hips. She was bare from the waist up, wearing only the white, wet bra that struggled to hold her 36E breasts. Her nipples were hard and dark against the white cotton. The scent of milk was strong now.)

Ajit: (He let out a slow, deep breath. His eyes were fixed on her wet bra and the fullness of her breasts. His voice was full of awe.) "Ma'am... magnificent. Now... I can see the true shape."

(Sangeeta felt the cool air on her bare skin. She felt exposed and powerful. Her cheeks burned. The pleasure of his stare was stronger than the shame. Her nipples ached with a sudden, sharp pressure.)