13-03-2026, 12:09 AM
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Morning, after a brief call with his fiancé, Amit had slumped into the bed following a long night of client meetings, gatherings, and corporate entertainment. So, by the time he woke up with a stomach growling hunger, it was well past noon.
The very first thought that entered his mind made his cock stir.
Amit: Did they decide on the blouse design yet ?
Rubbing his eyes, Amit searched for his phone,… and when he found it, it brought a smile on his face. The group had a picture posted in it by Manoj… A fuzzy looking pink figure blurry in its current state, but from the outline of the curvy womanism and the ivory white tone he was pretty sure it was his girl, Ruby.
Blood rushed into his limbs, and other parts as Amit clicked on download and the image filled the screen.
Amit: …
Amit’s mouth opened with a small popping sound, but no words came out.
Scarcely wrapped pink color saree or the creamy body it was wrapped around,… Amit could not decide which was contrasting what but the smile on her face, the weight on her chest, and the slight bend on her hips - they all diverted his entire blood rush to one point. Her smile was soft, almost shy, but her eyes held a spark that made Amit’s throat dry.
Amit: God, she looks like a sin wrapped in silk.
He zoomed in on what stole his glance again and again.
Completely bare,… with saree tucked-in so low, the gentle swell of her tiny belly looked so inviting that his cock hardened fully now and strained against his shorts. He closed his eyes and imagined her standing there, posing for him.
But it wasn’t for him she was posing, was she ?
A small unfamiliar twinge pricked his chest. The boys were seeing all these in person while he got to see them only through the lens… But quickly, his mind dismissed the thought.
Amit: She is mine… But damn if she doesn’t look like a goddess, teasing the world.
Amit: Hey lucky bastards…
Amit: Getting to see all that in person, huh ? ; )
Laughing, he sent the message and fell back on the bed. He wanted to call and talk to Ruby, but first, he responded to Manoj thanking him in his own way.
Amit: That pink saree is barely covering anything.
Raj: That’s exactly what I said, bro. It was barely hiding anything.
Raj: I even told her to take it off completely.
Amit: What… ?
Only a second ago, he had fallen back into his bed but the moment he read the latest message from Raj, Amit launched back to his feet.
Raj: But, she said no : (
Amit: Hahaha. Hope she doesn’t kill you boys, for real. Be careful.
Amit: She is not as sportive as me, you know.
Manoj: Bro, If you think that pink is not covering anything, you should see this bro !
And the next instant, another pic arrived.
No saree, nothing. Wearing only a pastel blouse and a matching petticoat, Ruby stood posing sideways with her stomach flat as a pancake and her behind - a soft smooth curvy arc. Amit’s eyes though, were getting dragged again and again back to her hanging wonders. Firm and proud, Ruby’s two breasts stood majestic in her chest, the fabric taut over their full weight.
![[Image: 1.webp]](https://i.ibb.co/1GkjsN35/1.webp)
Amit couldn’t be sure if it was buttoned up or even, he definitely could not tell from the side. He longed to see how deep it ran in the front.
Without any conscious thought, his left hand reached down and caught his bulge over the shorts.
Manoj: Shit, wrong pic bro. Wait.
Amit: Wrong pic ? This is not the one he intended ?
Amit: And Raj said, “she said no” !… His cock twitched at the thought.
Amit: Where is her saree ?
Manoj: Oh, that !… Umm, it was hindering with the measurements.
Manoj: So, the tailor requested to lose it just for a bit.
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Manoj: Here bro. This is the pic I hoped to send.
Manoj: You are really the lucky man, bro. Not us.
Another picture arrived and Amit downloaded it with eyes hazy and lost in imagination. Not just imagining his girl, but also the boys… his four boys surrounding his girl wrapped in that !
He leaned back against the wall.
His hand, now, left the bulge in his shorts and rose to run through his hair,… and the same feeling of twinge returned, but along with a raw arousal that churned in his belly. He looked at her pictures, again.
Amit: She looks smoking hot…
Amit: But the boys, they saw her try them on. They saw her like that in person.
A tiny bit of insecurity gnawed at him, but it only made him harder. He imagined her blushing under their stares, flushing at their comments - the thought made him hard as a rock.
He opened their private chat.
Amit: Babe… You look so unreal in all those pictures. Can’t stop staring.
Amit: I only wish I were there with you.
Amit: Missing you so much.
He hit send, cock throbbing,… mind already spinning fantasies about peeling one of those blouses off her himself.
Back in India, Ruby’s phone buzzed in her purse but she did not open the message then. She would see them soon, and smile in a way Amit had never quite earned before.
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***Back in India***
One hand resting on the cool marble counter, the other absently traced slow invisible circles on the soft skin above the waistband of her panty. Ruby had been standing there for the past 30 minutes,… eyes half-lidded, unfocused and lost somewhere far beyond her own reflection staring back at her.
Ruby: “Sorry madam”… How many times had he said ? That old fellow.
Ruby: “Just one more dress, Bhabhi”… How many times had the boys asked !
Her chest heaved up and down, pushing her big breasts and pointy nipples outward as Ruby’s breath came out hard and slow,… like a tiger prowling at its prey.
It was night, almost 8 PM when Ruby reached the house. She had hurried upstairs, cos the smell of her own sex was just too strong. Ruby was positively sure that the boys too would have smelled it for her panty was soaking wet by then and had reached almost to the point of dripping drops down her thighs.
Ruby: I still can’t believe you let them coax you into all those. She told herself in a rugged voice.
Ruby: Yesterday, you danced half-naked for two !
Ruby: And then had an orgasm listening to Uncle stroke himself beside you…
Ruby: And today,… today you let those four boys…
Ruby: You basically did everything that they asked. Not even a single protest! Why ???
Ruby: Those little devils !!!
Speak of the devil and it shall appear.
Cos, just when she was thinking about them, her phone rang from her bed. Standing in the bathroom, Ruby somehow knew who was calling and so, leaving the wet soaked panty rest on top of her other cloths, Ruby wrapped a satin purple sleeping coat over a fresh panty and ran outside.
Ruby: Video call ??
Ruby: In this state !! No way.
With half boobs already spilling out of the flimsy overcoat, Ruby did not want to risk anything that might cause her to regret later. She immediately cut the call and opened WhatsApp.
But first, her eyes fell on Amit’s private messages.
“Amit: Babe… You look so unreal in all those pictures. Can’t stop staring.“
“Amit: I only wish I were there with you.”
“Amit: Missing you so much.”
Ruby was already horny, a heat brewed in her lower belly but seeing those messages from Amit,… it stirred butterflies inside her.
Had Amit been there, she would have let him do anything to her,… especially after seeing how sweet he was in those messages. For once, there was no boasting, no poking the boys, or making her a show piece. There was just him and her,… him missing her, longing for her,… and perhaps a tiny jealousness for not enjoying her show like the boys had.
Something made Ruby think all those just from his three messages. Feeling happy, she called him immediately but there was no answer. She wanted to try once more but before that she received a video call, once again from her boys.
Ruby: Uh hm. No way, dears.
She disconnected them once again and opened the Bhabhi’s boys group.
Sumit: Bhabhi, why aren’t you picking ?
Ruby: Let us chat dears. Better this way.
Raj: Whyyyyy ? : (
Manoj: Yeah, we were hoping to see some teal once again.
Raj: Teal ? or was it green ?
Manoj: Whatever it was, loved the way it was peaking at us, from below ;)
Ruby: That… wasn’t teal. That was sky blue. :P
Ruby put her tongue out and cursed mildly for being too playful, too inviting. Not that she could help,… cos like said before, she was feeling too damn horny. But still, she tried to change the subject.
Ruby: You guys not sleeping ?
Sumit: Sleep ? Bhabhi, we are still not over the show.
Manoj: Wish the show had gone all night.
Ruby: Yeah yeah, you guys would love that, wouldn’t you ? And there was no show !!!… she texted, blushing and burning.
Raj: It wasn’t just us Bhabhi. You think the old man would be sleeping tonight ?
At his words, a fresh gush of warmth spread in-between her legs and Ruby thought back to what happened,… or precisely how it all started.
After they all were convinced with the pink Saree, Ruby was made to stand as still as she could, head down and arms hanging loose at her sides… Her skin had prickled with such awareness, the awareness of the boys' eyes on her like physical touches, of Auntie's encouraging smile, and of the cool air kissing her well exposed midriff.
Though the pallu of that pink saree was namesake, it was still something. Hiding whatever little portion it could, it served as a barrier between her skin and the old man’s fingers as he measured her arms and her shoulders.
He touched her here and there, but at that time Ruby thought them to be innocent and professional.
But, after that though…
Ruby: Where all that old fellow…! She thought.
Ruby: So unfair Ruby! You are blaming everything on him. What about you ?
Ruby: You could have protested, right ? You barely said anything.
Ruby: Hey, I could hardly say anything with Auntie there.
Ruby: And the boys were totally in,… they were…
Raj: Bhabhi ? No reply ? Seems you too have gone back there.
Manoj: She is probably imagining the old man’s hands.
Ruby: What ? No. You guys are such…
Ruby: I should have remained in that pink saree only.
Ruby: And was it really necessary ? To change into another blouse, and I had to lose the Saree completely ?
Ruby: You are asking now ? You couldn’t ask then, when the boys asked you to change again and again and again ?
Ruby: And how they all four said in unison - “No saree”
Thinking those words herself “No saree” sent a jolt down to her pit, and Ruby knees buckled. Phone in hand, she sat on the bed and thought back.
Blushing and nervous, Ruby had smoothed the crease on the dress once last time and had stepped out of the changing room wearing the light coloured blouse and the matching petticoat - the first of the long list of blouses they made her try that day.
Thumbs hooked on to her hips, she had come out with a shy nervous smile on her face.
Raj: Absolutely necessary Bhabhi, Uncle ji needed a better view to work his magic.
Ruby: Really? What’s wrong with the view you were getting ?
Ruby: I thought it was pretty daring already.
Manoj: It was, Bhabhi. A great view indeed, but not really the best.
Ruby: Not the best ? That pallu was barely hiding anything.
Ruby: And the blouse,… it was already deep necked.
Raj: Yes yes Bhabhi, but with the pallu, it was like looking at the moons through the clouds.
Ruby: Moons ??… Her lips twisted into a smile.
Rahul: I wouldn’t call that pink really deep necked, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Here he comes and the audacity of this guy. This was all because of him.
Ruby: Yeah, like you didn’t enjoy all that happened.
Ruby hated her inner voice for being right most of the time. Pretty much all the time to be true. If it was not going to take her side atleast once in a while, then why was it called “her inner voice”, she wondered.
Ruby: Welcome, good sir… She texted, smiling, yet playfully furious.
Rahul: Thank you, Bhabhi. That pink blouse, it wasn’t really screaming hotness. It was low necked, yes…
Rahul: But, it wasn’t showing any cleavage at all !
Ruby: Moons through clouds ! No cleavage ??
Ruby: These days, they are not even feeling any shyness flirting with me.
Ruby: Oh really ! You are talking about their shyness ? Really ?
Ruby: After you stood in front of them wearing a blouse so open than a bra !!!
Her inner voice was right once again, and Ruby now felt mildly furious at it for proving her wrong at every single turn. It’s question was honest though. It was not really fair for her to talk about their shyness after all that she did.
Manoj: Exactly Bhabhi!. It showed no cleavage at all.
Rahul: The assets were kinda… far apart. We needed something to bring them closer, you know.
Raj: Yep, pressed together. That way, they have been more… captivating, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Captivating? You boys are talking like you are designing some movie poster.
Sumit: Bhabhi, to do his job right, the tailor needed to see the full picture.
Rahul: The canvas, as it were, must be fully exposed to the artist, right Bhabhi ?
Ruby: Exposed? That sounds a little scandalous, dear.
But in the end, that was exactly what had happened. Not just a little exposed, but exposed in multitudes of levels… And that old man had played a big part to it.
Ruby recalled… The thin pink pallu was dbangd loosely across her chest, barely covering her one breast while the other was already fully exposed,… but still, the old man had stood there,… eyes flickering nervously to it, then away, and then into her eyes. When Ruby enquired, he had fidgeted saying how difficult it would be to measure her bust with the pallu on.
“Uncle ji, you want me to loose the pallu ? Entirely ?”… She had asked looking at him, shocked.
Ruby had looked questionably at him, and then at Rahul,… hoping for him to step in, to do something. And he too did, but not in the way Ruby had expected. She still remembered how her lips had curved into a nervous smile looking at the way Rahul stepped in, mouth grinning subtly.
She had no idea what happened next, but in no time, she was already back in the changing room, changing into that creamy dress. Even now, it made her wonder why she did everything the boys wanted her to do.
Manoj: That pastel blouse was something, Bhabhi.
Raj: Not too exposed but still showing just the right amount of everything.
Ruby: You boys are so bad. Poor pallu was just doing its job. She sent, smiling, teasing.
Manoj: Common Bhabhi. Even Amit bro agreed to it. It was barely doing its job.
Ruby: Yes, That ! I thought to kill you for that, you monkey.
Ruby quickly came out of the Bhabhi’s boys group and jumped to the other group chat, the one Amit was part of, and scrolled up.
When Ruby had come outside wearing the pastel blouse and the matching petticoat posing sideways with her flat stomach,… Manoj had clicked a picture - quoting “Capturing the moments” and then accidentally sent it to Amit.
Despite knowing about Amit and being rebellious with him, Ruby had been wrecked when she learned what Manoj had done, wondering how Amit would react. But what happened next was not how she least expected it to go.
Now, she wanted to see it with her own eyes now and so, she opened that chat.
Manoj: Shit, wrong pic bro. Wait.
Amit: Where is her saree ?
Manoj: Oh, that !… Umm, it was hindering with the measurements.
Manoj: So, the tailor requested to lose it just for a bit.
Amit: …
Amit: She is really standing there in just a blouse and petticoat ?
Amit: No saree at all ?
She read his last three messages and felt her pulse quicken,… but knowing what happened next, Ruby now understood why Manoj had looked at her like that - with pleasantly surprised eyes.
A shaky exhale and a small smile after, she continued reading.
Amit: God… I can’t stop looking at the photo.
Amit: Will you please have her turn for me? I want to see.
Amit: I need to see her front. I need to see my beautiful girl.
That feeling of Amit alone in his room, thousands of miles away, being desperate for more of her… thinking about it sent a shrill thrill inside her, and Ruby felt a strong urge to hug and give him a deep juicy kiss.
Ruby: May be even a little more than that… She felt enthusiastic.
Manoj: You loved it when I clicked the pictures, Bhabhi.
Raj: I know I loved it :P
Raj: The way you gave the next pose for us ! Wahh…
Ruby: Oi, that was for Amit. My fiancé.
A slow loving smile flashed on her lips, again, as she recalled back.
When Amit had asked to show her picture from the front, Ruby had dropped her hands down uncovering her crossed arms, feeling cherished in a way Amit’s usual bravado never quite managed to.
Tying her hands behind, she posed a sweet smile towards the boys, towards the camera lens, and let Manoj click another pic of her. For Amit,… and for the boys too.
Ruby: May be. May be a little for them all too.
Smiling face; a hint of teal bra peeking from the sides, the pale blouse was tightly wound around her large bosom pushing her breasts together,… and even with the blouse running so deep, it felt like an illusion playing tricks. It showed so little cleavage, but at the same time with the opening so deep, it looked like everything should have spilled out, but it did not. The sparkling black eyes, the tricky little cleavage, and most of all the round little inviting navel… In that frozen moment, Ruby was nothing but a breathtaking temptation.
![[Image: 1.webp]](https://i.ibb.co/kgJR10Lm/1.webp)
Sumit: Uncle ji’s mouth hung open when he saw you, Bhabhi.
Ruby: I guess he was nervous. He kept apologising.
Raj: Nervous ? Bhabhi, I think his hands brushed you more times than the tape did : P
Ruby: You guys noticed that ????
Ruby bit her lips, as several more events from that day flashed in front of her eyes. She could still feel the old man’s trembling fingers - how they had hesitated at first, but soon began pressing just a fraction longer than necessary especially while measuring her bust.
Ruby: But still you stood there like such a good girl. No protests.
Rahul: Noticed ? You have no idea what that did to us, Bhabhi. Watching you stand there, his fingers on you !
Manoj: Every time he touched you, we were dying a little.
Manoj: Especially when he had to measure under your big bulky…
Ruby’s fingers tightened around her phone, her nipples hardened under the robe,… and she so wanted to jam her other hand down inside her panty.
She could vividly feel the memory on her skin - the cool tape sliding beneath the swell of her breasts, and the old man’s pinky nudging against their weight. She had not flinched, not openly atleast. All she did was breathe deeper, let the blouse pull even tighter and let him feel the weight of what he was “measuring.”
Falling back into the bed, Ruby relived the scene.
First off, Uncle ji had wrapped his tape fully around her, trying to get the exact size of her breast from the mid back to her mid front, the tape leading on and over the centre most point of Ruby’s two breasts. The line ran right through the centre of her apex points where the contact lingered as he adjusted quite a bit,… the tape pressing tight and his fingers brushing light into the soft flesh over her blouse.
Technically, he was not touching anywhere on her skin directly, but wherever his fingers fell over the blouse, Ruby felt a heat spread outward from his point of touch.
Ruby: Uss…. She felt her nipples ache.
Ruby: Hey, you thought he was doing his job.
Ruby: In real, he was, I still think so.
Ruby: And where had the boys gone ? They couldn’t say anything ?
Back in the tailor shop when the old man was wrapping his tape around one of her full round breast, doing god knows what, Ruby’s stomach had fluttered so much in a mix of embarrassment and a forbidden warmth that she could hardly ignore. Even then, she had glanced towards Rahul hoping for him to do something, anything, only for him to meet her eyes in return with a soft, encouraging smile, and nodding at what was happening like it was some most normal thing in the world.
Just as Rahul, the rest of the lusty eyes too watched her.
The boys had gone absolutely quiet.
Ruby’s eyes had begun to scan the room around her, but there was not much room left. The boys were not very far but all around her, watching every movement intently. Their eyes had watched the old man’s fingers and the tape travel on Ruby, pressing here a bit, and tightening there a bit,… their eyes following where ever they went, and to much more.
She remembered Sumit watching her navel like he was about to bite it whole. It was just as same as he had watched her the previous day,… where she had consciously put on a show for him, and Rahul.
Ruby: Boys… They were there. Standing and watching.
Ruby: Their eyes were devouring me…
Ruby: My belly,… my navel… and my
Ruby: Your perfectly encased bosoms ?
Ruby: Did you feel their eyes drill holes in your bosom ?
Her demon voice purred in her ear with such intensity that Ruby slipped her phone down and both her hands went up to cup her breasts. She let out a strong gasp.
A quite submerged part of her wondered where Uncle was, and prayed where ever he was, he should not hear her moans and gasps.
Ruby: God yes, I felt. They were watching every inch.
Ruby: They looked like they had forgotten how to breathe.
Ruby: And you liked that, didn’t you?
No answer was required as Ruby reached and pulled both her nipples up. Thighs rubbing feverishly, she pulled and prodded her nipples,.. eyes closed and lost in the past.
Ruby: And what was the old man doing ?
Ruby: He was… he was measuring for my blouse depth.
Ruby: How deep you wanted it ?
Ruby still could not believe what she had said out aload. So openly she had asked the little old man who was standing mere inches from her chest to design her blouse to show more of her breasts, to show bigger cleavage. The words had hung in the air, thick and intimate, and right then and there her nipples had started stiffening under the silk.
Ruby: Tell me… what happened then ?
Ruby: “Is this same okay, madam ?” He asked me.
The old man had held the tape at the start of the deepest point of her then pastel blouse, marking the plunge. His thumb finger and the cool metal were pressed hard against her warm skin just at the very top of Ruby’s pink swells.
Ruby had lifted her chest involuntarily toward his touch.
Ruby: And then Rahul chimed in.
Ruby: “A little more to the down, Uncle ji.” He said, watching down my opening.
The old man then adjusted, letting the tape drop lower and slip another half an inch into her blouse. The metal end steadied just a few centimetres inside caressing gently into her yielding flesh.
Ruby remembered parting her lips, and a soft, helpless sigh slipped out from the heat that had pooled in her belly. Everyone around her had heard it clearly - it was very well evident from the look on their face.
Ruby: What were the other boys doing ?
Ruby: They were all focussed on my cleavage too.
Ruby: Then what happened.
Ruby: “A little more… please.” Raj asked to old man.
Ruby: He asked for even more ? And you didn’t even deny ?
Ruby: …
The demon or her soul Ruby did not know which was questioning her anymore cos that too seemed to be a little shocked. Well, a blouse for her and it was her body,… but the control was never with her. Ruby had realised it at the shop.
Ruby: I take it that’s when…
Ruby: Huh ?
Ruby: His finger, is that when the old man’s finger slipped inside your blouse ?
Ruby jerked and her back arched as she remembered Uncle ji complying to Raj’s request and that time, along with the tape the old man’s thumb too slipped in and entered her blouse.
Pinching one nipple hard as she could, Ruby’s right hand freed up and slapped her own tits. The flapping sound filled the room and Ruby quivered violently.
Ruby: Yes, he was pressing against my breast flesh.
Ruby: And the boys ???… the voice asked eagerly.
Despite her situation, Ruby remembered still. The boys had frozen, their breaths shallow and eyes glazed. Rahul’s hand was gripping his thigh hard enough to leave a mark and Sumit,… his lips were parted, almost hanging open. Raj and Manoj had leaned forward, pupils blown wide. The air around them had been so thick with the scent of arousal that no one could deny.
And Uncle ji, his hands no longer trembled. His finger was fully nestled against warm, fleshy bumps in between Ruby’s two breasts, brushing the inner sides of her titties. Ruby had let out a soft, needy moan that she couldn’t swallow, which the entire shop heard.
***Ring Ring***
Back on her bed, Ruby was thrashing around and felt she was so close to having an orgasm when her phone rang again. It was another call from the boys.
Ruby froze for a second by the alarming sound, then sat up and picked her phone. She cut the call in panic and looked at the chat screen.
Manoj: Especially when he had to measure under your big bulky…
Rahul: Oh man. He even let his finger slip in between her globes.
Raj: What would I have given to trade places with him.
Sumit: Fuck. What all he did.
On and on, they had chatted cursing the old man, but since no reply came from Ruby, they had rung her again.
Ruby: Hey, sorry dears. Was in washroom.
Ruby: And what all you guys are talking ? Shameless fellows. She scolded playfully.
Ruby: You’re all terrible… So terrible!
Ruby: Ruby…
Her inner voice once again called her out but this time in a very sarcastic tone.
Ruby: You just let an old man feel you… but calling them terrible ? It laughed.
True again. Ruby wondered what made her to let a old man do that. He had been very good at the start, but towards the end, she was not sure if he had been particularly professional as he had been before.
Rahul: Oh, we are terrible, madam Bhabhi ji ? He asked teasing.
Ruby: Of course. You all were trying to get me into trouble.
Ruby: Had I not loosened the saree completely…
Manoj: Bhabhi, but we wanted you to come out wearing the other saree right.
Raj: Oh yeah. That,… how couldn’t we make her come out wearing that ?
Manoj: Imagine if you had come out wearing that saree Bhabhi.
Sumit: Yeah, the one we gave before the creamy one.
Ruby: Oh, no. No way I was going to wear that and come out.
Sumit: Why Bhabhi ? What was wrong with that ?
Ruby: What was wrong ? That was basically just a bra wrapped around my…
She cut her message short but her muscle memory betrayed and she hit send. Biting her tongue Ruby nervously looked at the screen.
Manoj: Around your ? Please tell us, tell us.
Ruby: Ai,… around my body, I meant.
Raj: You should have come out wearing that, Bhabhi.
Raj: But honestly, we never thought you would call us inside.
Ruby: I called you inside ???
Actually, she did. But only to one of them.
Unlike the pink saree and it’s blouse, this one had been slightly different. The blouse was neither wide spread, nor covered everything. Like she said, it was basically a bra covering her perky breasts,… and she was not ready to come out wearing just that.
And so, but not sure what made her do it, she had called for Rahul from inside to inform him, but when the door opened…
All four boys had entered one by one and surrounded her in a semi circle. Their eyes were fixated all over her - a pair watching her face, her shy, shocked, gaped open lips,… a pair devouring her curvy bent waist,… but Manoj and Raj, they could not stop staring into her abyss, mouth hung wide.
What happened, happened.
Now, she did not want to hurt them saying “she only wanted Rahul to come”,… and so, she responded in general.
Ruby: Better you than Auntie, or the old man.
Ruby: I wanted to say that I cannot come out wearing just that.
Raj: Thank the gods, we got to see it atleast.
Sumit: Yes, that dress was nothing less than gorgeous, Bhabhi.
Ruby: It that so! Then why were you guys hell bent on getting the saree off me.. She texted with a little smirk on her lips.
Rahul: Bhabhi, the saree was basically decorative at that point.
Ruby’s mouth split open in genuine shock. Nevertheless, they were not wrong.
With that saree almost as transparent as the first pink one, she had known that they could see everything through the flimsy green pallu but the blouse,… it was hardly designed for the job it was supposed to do.
Being more of a bra than a blouse, the little cloth did a tremendously good job of pushing both of Ruby’s breasts together forming a deep arc of a cleavage over her well exposed milky valley. True to its nature, the bra like blouse exposed more than three fourths of Ruby’s upper body, presenting a great expanse of view to its spectators from the slender neck all the way till the split of her boobs,… and then, there was that transparent green pallu,… well, it was just there. No one cared for it.
![[Image: 1.webp]](https://i.ibb.co/NnWQJSJY/1.webp)
Manoj had clicked a picture of it well off from top angle capturing her magnetic eyes, her luscious lips and her spilling breasts. That was picture he had shared last with Amit,… the same one that made Amit imagine his girl being surrounded by the boys, watching everything.
Ruby: Decorative ? Stop it, please. You guys are embarrassing me.
Manoj: Embarrassing? No, Bhabhi. He is telling you the truth.
Manoj: That saree was barely holding on.
Raj: Bhabhi, that pallu was fighting a losing battle. It slipped lower every time you breathed.
Rahul: And in that bra, I mean blouse, we could already see a whole lot of your mangoes.
Rahul: So, that saree was basically redundant, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Oh my god !!! You little perverts.
It was not really a shocking truth to know, but never the same, Ruby reacted. Cos, all day the boys had been ogling at one or other part of her body and Ruby was very well aware of it.
In fact, she was loving it. Bringing them to the tailor shop, she expected something of this sort was bound to happen, but a lot more happened than she would have allowed for, but still, she did not regret one bit. She just loved teasing and playing reluctant with them, and so she continued.
Rahul: Perverts ? No, my dear Bhabhi.
Rahul: We are appreciating. There’s a difference.
Raj: Beauty, where ever it is,… should be recognised, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Oh, really. I did not see you guys appreciate or recognise much when I was fully dressed.
Raj: That… that…
Ruby: So you prefer me,… uncovered ?
It was not really a question and everybody knew it, including Ruby. She looked at the screen giggling and smiling, imagining how their faces must be right now. A small part of her wished she had picked the video call.
Ruby: So, it had nothing to do with hindering with measurements.
Ruby: You just wanted fewer clothes on me ?
Raj: What ? no no. Don’t twist our words Bhabhi. The old man was the one who requested to remove the pallu.
Ruby: But you guys were the ones who didn’t let me wear the saree at all.
Raj: That… that…
Manoj: Ofcourse. The blouse was for Sugraat. So, it had to be seen and designed with no interference.
Raj: Yes, that, exactly. We wanted to know what to expect when the day comes, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Hahaha. You guys are talking as if you all are going to be there.
The moment those texts flew from her text box, Ruby’s cheeks exploded into crimson. The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck all the way to the top of her breasts.
Ruby: I mean, no I meant, I didn’t mean it like that.
Ruby: They are going to think… Oh god, they are already thinking !!
The chat went perfectly silent for one whole minute and then, the boys slowly appeared again.
Sumit: Bhabhi said what I think she said?
Manoj: Going to be there? Like… for Sugraat?
Rahul: Careful what you wish for, dear Bhabhi.
Raj: We volunteer, Bhabhi. We do.
Dropping the mobile down, Ruby covered her entire face with both her hands and a mortified squeak escaped through the fingers. She was done. Feeling so embarrassed, she had no clue what to say now.
Giggling and squeaking, she wondered what was to come next, what to say next, but just then, she heard a sharp giggle from downstairs. In fact, it was more than one, and they were women. Two at the least.
Ruby: Uncle ? But…
Ruby: The voice! Did he bring girls to the house ?
… Curious, eyes wide, she edged slowly toward her bedroom door.
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***Hours ago, when Ruby entered through the main door***
A silent figure sat still as a statue when the bubbly girl blasted open the front door, and ran upstairs in such a hurry that luckily she did not catch the naked self of an old man sitting in the darkness.
Uncle: Thank god !!!
He prayed as his eyes followed Ruby’s jiggling ass climb up the stairs.
… Continued.
19. The Tailor, Old man and her Boys - Part 2
Morning, after a brief call with his fiancé, Amit had slumped into the bed following a long night of client meetings, gatherings, and corporate entertainment. So, by the time he woke up with a stomach growling hunger, it was well past noon.
The very first thought that entered his mind made his cock stir.
Amit: Did they decide on the blouse design yet ?
Rubbing his eyes, Amit searched for his phone,… and when he found it, it brought a smile on his face. The group had a picture posted in it by Manoj… A fuzzy looking pink figure blurry in its current state, but from the outline of the curvy womanism and the ivory white tone he was pretty sure it was his girl, Ruby.
Blood rushed into his limbs, and other parts as Amit clicked on download and the image filled the screen.
Amit: …
Amit’s mouth opened with a small popping sound, but no words came out.
Scarcely wrapped pink color saree or the creamy body it was wrapped around,… Amit could not decide which was contrasting what but the smile on her face, the weight on her chest, and the slight bend on her hips - they all diverted his entire blood rush to one point. Her smile was soft, almost shy, but her eyes held a spark that made Amit’s throat dry.
Amit: God, she looks like a sin wrapped in silk.
He zoomed in on what stole his glance again and again.
Completely bare,… with saree tucked-in so low, the gentle swell of her tiny belly looked so inviting that his cock hardened fully now and strained against his shorts. He closed his eyes and imagined her standing there, posing for him.
But it wasn’t for him she was posing, was she ?
A small unfamiliar twinge pricked his chest. The boys were seeing all these in person while he got to see them only through the lens… But quickly, his mind dismissed the thought.
Amit: She is mine… But damn if she doesn’t look like a goddess, teasing the world.
Amit: Hey lucky bastards…
Amit: Getting to see all that in person, huh ? ; )
Laughing, he sent the message and fell back on the bed. He wanted to call and talk to Ruby, but first, he responded to Manoj thanking him in his own way.
Amit: That pink saree is barely covering anything.
Raj: That’s exactly what I said, bro. It was barely hiding anything.
Raj: I even told her to take it off completely.
Amit: What… ?
Only a second ago, he had fallen back into his bed but the moment he read the latest message from Raj, Amit launched back to his feet.
Raj: But, she said no : (
Amit: Hahaha. Hope she doesn’t kill you boys, for real. Be careful.
Amit: She is not as sportive as me, you know.
Manoj: Bro, If you think that pink is not covering anything, you should see this bro !
And the next instant, another pic arrived.
No saree, nothing. Wearing only a pastel blouse and a matching petticoat, Ruby stood posing sideways with her stomach flat as a pancake and her behind - a soft smooth curvy arc. Amit’s eyes though, were getting dragged again and again back to her hanging wonders. Firm and proud, Ruby’s two breasts stood majestic in her chest, the fabric taut over their full weight.
Amit couldn’t be sure if it was buttoned up or even, he definitely could not tell from the side. He longed to see how deep it ran in the front.
Without any conscious thought, his left hand reached down and caught his bulge over the shorts.
Manoj: Shit, wrong pic bro. Wait.
Amit: Wrong pic ? This is not the one he intended ?
Amit: And Raj said, “she said no” !… His cock twitched at the thought.
Amit: Where is her saree ?
Manoj: Oh, that !… Umm, it was hindering with the measurements.
Manoj: So, the tailor requested to lose it just for a bit.
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Manoj: Here bro. This is the pic I hoped to send.
Manoj: You are really the lucky man, bro. Not us.
Another picture arrived and Amit downloaded it with eyes hazy and lost in imagination. Not just imagining his girl, but also the boys… his four boys surrounding his girl wrapped in that !
He leaned back against the wall.
His hand, now, left the bulge in his shorts and rose to run through his hair,… and the same feeling of twinge returned, but along with a raw arousal that churned in his belly. He looked at her pictures, again.
Amit: She looks smoking hot…
Amit: But the boys, they saw her try them on. They saw her like that in person.
A tiny bit of insecurity gnawed at him, but it only made him harder. He imagined her blushing under their stares, flushing at their comments - the thought made him hard as a rock.
He opened their private chat.
Amit: Babe… You look so unreal in all those pictures. Can’t stop staring.
Amit: I only wish I were there with you.
Amit: Missing you so much.
He hit send, cock throbbing,… mind already spinning fantasies about peeling one of those blouses off her himself.
Back in India, Ruby’s phone buzzed in her purse but she did not open the message then. She would see them soon, and smile in a way Amit had never quite earned before.
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***Back in India***
One hand resting on the cool marble counter, the other absently traced slow invisible circles on the soft skin above the waistband of her panty. Ruby had been standing there for the past 30 minutes,… eyes half-lidded, unfocused and lost somewhere far beyond her own reflection staring back at her.
Ruby: “Sorry madam”… How many times had he said ? That old fellow.
Ruby: “Just one more dress, Bhabhi”… How many times had the boys asked !
Her chest heaved up and down, pushing her big breasts and pointy nipples outward as Ruby’s breath came out hard and slow,… like a tiger prowling at its prey.
It was night, almost 8 PM when Ruby reached the house. She had hurried upstairs, cos the smell of her own sex was just too strong. Ruby was positively sure that the boys too would have smelled it for her panty was soaking wet by then and had reached almost to the point of dripping drops down her thighs.
Ruby: I still can’t believe you let them coax you into all those. She told herself in a rugged voice.
Ruby: Yesterday, you danced half-naked for two !
Ruby: And then had an orgasm listening to Uncle stroke himself beside you…
Ruby: And today,… today you let those four boys…
Ruby: You basically did everything that they asked. Not even a single protest! Why ???
Ruby: Those little devils !!!
Speak of the devil and it shall appear.
Cos, just when she was thinking about them, her phone rang from her bed. Standing in the bathroom, Ruby somehow knew who was calling and so, leaving the wet soaked panty rest on top of her other cloths, Ruby wrapped a satin purple sleeping coat over a fresh panty and ran outside.
Ruby: Video call ??
Ruby: In this state !! No way.
With half boobs already spilling out of the flimsy overcoat, Ruby did not want to risk anything that might cause her to regret later. She immediately cut the call and opened WhatsApp.
But first, her eyes fell on Amit’s private messages.
“Amit: Babe… You look so unreal in all those pictures. Can’t stop staring.“
“Amit: I only wish I were there with you.”
“Amit: Missing you so much.”
Ruby was already horny, a heat brewed in her lower belly but seeing those messages from Amit,… it stirred butterflies inside her.
Had Amit been there, she would have let him do anything to her,… especially after seeing how sweet he was in those messages. For once, there was no boasting, no poking the boys, or making her a show piece. There was just him and her,… him missing her, longing for her,… and perhaps a tiny jealousness for not enjoying her show like the boys had.
Something made Ruby think all those just from his three messages. Feeling happy, she called him immediately but there was no answer. She wanted to try once more but before that she received a video call, once again from her boys.
Ruby: Uh hm. No way, dears.
She disconnected them once again and opened the Bhabhi’s boys group.
Sumit: Bhabhi, why aren’t you picking ?
Ruby: Let us chat dears. Better this way.
Raj: Whyyyyy ? : (
Manoj: Yeah, we were hoping to see some teal once again.
Raj: Teal ? or was it green ?
Manoj: Whatever it was, loved the way it was peaking at us, from below ;)
Ruby: That… wasn’t teal. That was sky blue. :P
Ruby put her tongue out and cursed mildly for being too playful, too inviting. Not that she could help,… cos like said before, she was feeling too damn horny. But still, she tried to change the subject.
Ruby: You guys not sleeping ?
Sumit: Sleep ? Bhabhi, we are still not over the show.
Manoj: Wish the show had gone all night.
Ruby: Yeah yeah, you guys would love that, wouldn’t you ? And there was no show !!!… she texted, blushing and burning.
Raj: It wasn’t just us Bhabhi. You think the old man would be sleeping tonight ?
At his words, a fresh gush of warmth spread in-between her legs and Ruby thought back to what happened,… or precisely how it all started.
After they all were convinced with the pink Saree, Ruby was made to stand as still as she could, head down and arms hanging loose at her sides… Her skin had prickled with such awareness, the awareness of the boys' eyes on her like physical touches, of Auntie's encouraging smile, and of the cool air kissing her well exposed midriff.
Though the pallu of that pink saree was namesake, it was still something. Hiding whatever little portion it could, it served as a barrier between her skin and the old man’s fingers as he measured her arms and her shoulders.
He touched her here and there, but at that time Ruby thought them to be innocent and professional.
But, after that though…
Ruby: Where all that old fellow…! She thought.
Ruby: So unfair Ruby! You are blaming everything on him. What about you ?
Ruby: You could have protested, right ? You barely said anything.
Ruby: Hey, I could hardly say anything with Auntie there.
Ruby: And the boys were totally in,… they were…
Raj: Bhabhi ? No reply ? Seems you too have gone back there.
Manoj: She is probably imagining the old man’s hands.
Ruby: What ? No. You guys are such…
Ruby: I should have remained in that pink saree only.
Ruby: And was it really necessary ? To change into another blouse, and I had to lose the Saree completely ?
Ruby: You are asking now ? You couldn’t ask then, when the boys asked you to change again and again and again ?
Ruby: And how they all four said in unison - “No saree”
Thinking those words herself “No saree” sent a jolt down to her pit, and Ruby knees buckled. Phone in hand, she sat on the bed and thought back.
Blushing and nervous, Ruby had smoothed the crease on the dress once last time and had stepped out of the changing room wearing the light coloured blouse and the matching petticoat - the first of the long list of blouses they made her try that day.
Thumbs hooked on to her hips, she had come out with a shy nervous smile on her face.
Raj: Absolutely necessary Bhabhi, Uncle ji needed a better view to work his magic.
Ruby: Really? What’s wrong with the view you were getting ?
Ruby: I thought it was pretty daring already.
Manoj: It was, Bhabhi. A great view indeed, but not really the best.
Ruby: Not the best ? That pallu was barely hiding anything.
Ruby: And the blouse,… it was already deep necked.
Raj: Yes yes Bhabhi, but with the pallu, it was like looking at the moons through the clouds.
Ruby: Moons ??… Her lips twisted into a smile.
Rahul: I wouldn’t call that pink really deep necked, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Here he comes and the audacity of this guy. This was all because of him.
Ruby: Yeah, like you didn’t enjoy all that happened.
Ruby hated her inner voice for being right most of the time. Pretty much all the time to be true. If it was not going to take her side atleast once in a while, then why was it called “her inner voice”, she wondered.
Ruby: Welcome, good sir… She texted, smiling, yet playfully furious.
Rahul: Thank you, Bhabhi. That pink blouse, it wasn’t really screaming hotness. It was low necked, yes…
Rahul: But, it wasn’t showing any cleavage at all !
Ruby: Moons through clouds ! No cleavage ??
Ruby: These days, they are not even feeling any shyness flirting with me.
Ruby: Oh really ! You are talking about their shyness ? Really ?
Ruby: After you stood in front of them wearing a blouse so open than a bra !!!
Her inner voice was right once again, and Ruby now felt mildly furious at it for proving her wrong at every single turn. It’s question was honest though. It was not really fair for her to talk about their shyness after all that she did.
Manoj: Exactly Bhabhi!. It showed no cleavage at all.
Rahul: The assets were kinda… far apart. We needed something to bring them closer, you know.
Raj: Yep, pressed together. That way, they have been more… captivating, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Captivating? You boys are talking like you are designing some movie poster.
Sumit: Bhabhi, to do his job right, the tailor needed to see the full picture.
Rahul: The canvas, as it were, must be fully exposed to the artist, right Bhabhi ?
Ruby: Exposed? That sounds a little scandalous, dear.
But in the end, that was exactly what had happened. Not just a little exposed, but exposed in multitudes of levels… And that old man had played a big part to it.
Ruby recalled… The thin pink pallu was dbangd loosely across her chest, barely covering her one breast while the other was already fully exposed,… but still, the old man had stood there,… eyes flickering nervously to it, then away, and then into her eyes. When Ruby enquired, he had fidgeted saying how difficult it would be to measure her bust with the pallu on.
“Uncle ji, you want me to loose the pallu ? Entirely ?”… She had asked looking at him, shocked.
Ruby had looked questionably at him, and then at Rahul,… hoping for him to step in, to do something. And he too did, but not in the way Ruby had expected. She still remembered how her lips had curved into a nervous smile looking at the way Rahul stepped in, mouth grinning subtly.
She had no idea what happened next, but in no time, she was already back in the changing room, changing into that creamy dress. Even now, it made her wonder why she did everything the boys wanted her to do.
Manoj: That pastel blouse was something, Bhabhi.
Raj: Not too exposed but still showing just the right amount of everything.
Ruby: You boys are so bad. Poor pallu was just doing its job. She sent, smiling, teasing.
Manoj: Common Bhabhi. Even Amit bro agreed to it. It was barely doing its job.
Ruby: Yes, That ! I thought to kill you for that, you monkey.
Ruby quickly came out of the Bhabhi’s boys group and jumped to the other group chat, the one Amit was part of, and scrolled up.
When Ruby had come outside wearing the pastel blouse and the matching petticoat posing sideways with her flat stomach,… Manoj had clicked a picture - quoting “Capturing the moments” and then accidentally sent it to Amit.
Despite knowing about Amit and being rebellious with him, Ruby had been wrecked when she learned what Manoj had done, wondering how Amit would react. But what happened next was not how she least expected it to go.
Now, she wanted to see it with her own eyes now and so, she opened that chat.
Manoj: Shit, wrong pic bro. Wait.
Amit: Where is her saree ?
Manoj: Oh, that !… Umm, it was hindering with the measurements.
Manoj: So, the tailor requested to lose it just for a bit.
Amit: …
Amit: She is really standing there in just a blouse and petticoat ?
Amit: No saree at all ?
She read his last three messages and felt her pulse quicken,… but knowing what happened next, Ruby now understood why Manoj had looked at her like that - with pleasantly surprised eyes.
A shaky exhale and a small smile after, she continued reading.
Amit: God… I can’t stop looking at the photo.
Amit: Will you please have her turn for me? I want to see.
Amit: I need to see her front. I need to see my beautiful girl.
That feeling of Amit alone in his room, thousands of miles away, being desperate for more of her… thinking about it sent a shrill thrill inside her, and Ruby felt a strong urge to hug and give him a deep juicy kiss.
Ruby: May be even a little more than that… She felt enthusiastic.
Manoj: You loved it when I clicked the pictures, Bhabhi.
Raj: I know I loved it :P
Raj: The way you gave the next pose for us ! Wahh…
Ruby: Oi, that was for Amit. My fiancé.
A slow loving smile flashed on her lips, again, as she recalled back.
When Amit had asked to show her picture from the front, Ruby had dropped her hands down uncovering her crossed arms, feeling cherished in a way Amit’s usual bravado never quite managed to.
Tying her hands behind, she posed a sweet smile towards the boys, towards the camera lens, and let Manoj click another pic of her. For Amit,… and for the boys too.
Ruby: May be. May be a little for them all too.
Smiling face; a hint of teal bra peeking from the sides, the pale blouse was tightly wound around her large bosom pushing her breasts together,… and even with the blouse running so deep, it felt like an illusion playing tricks. It showed so little cleavage, but at the same time with the opening so deep, it looked like everything should have spilled out, but it did not. The sparkling black eyes, the tricky little cleavage, and most of all the round little inviting navel… In that frozen moment, Ruby was nothing but a breathtaking temptation.
Sumit: Uncle ji’s mouth hung open when he saw you, Bhabhi.
Ruby: I guess he was nervous. He kept apologising.
Raj: Nervous ? Bhabhi, I think his hands brushed you more times than the tape did : P
Ruby: You guys noticed that ????
Ruby bit her lips, as several more events from that day flashed in front of her eyes. She could still feel the old man’s trembling fingers - how they had hesitated at first, but soon began pressing just a fraction longer than necessary especially while measuring her bust.
Ruby: But still you stood there like such a good girl. No protests.
Rahul: Noticed ? You have no idea what that did to us, Bhabhi. Watching you stand there, his fingers on you !
Manoj: Every time he touched you, we were dying a little.
Manoj: Especially when he had to measure under your big bulky…
Ruby’s fingers tightened around her phone, her nipples hardened under the robe,… and she so wanted to jam her other hand down inside her panty.
She could vividly feel the memory on her skin - the cool tape sliding beneath the swell of her breasts, and the old man’s pinky nudging against their weight. She had not flinched, not openly atleast. All she did was breathe deeper, let the blouse pull even tighter and let him feel the weight of what he was “measuring.”
Falling back into the bed, Ruby relived the scene.
First off, Uncle ji had wrapped his tape fully around her, trying to get the exact size of her breast from the mid back to her mid front, the tape leading on and over the centre most point of Ruby’s two breasts. The line ran right through the centre of her apex points where the contact lingered as he adjusted quite a bit,… the tape pressing tight and his fingers brushing light into the soft flesh over her blouse.
Technically, he was not touching anywhere on her skin directly, but wherever his fingers fell over the blouse, Ruby felt a heat spread outward from his point of touch.
Ruby: Uss…. She felt her nipples ache.
Ruby: Hey, you thought he was doing his job.
Ruby: In real, he was, I still think so.
Ruby: And where had the boys gone ? They couldn’t say anything ?
Back in the tailor shop when the old man was wrapping his tape around one of her full round breast, doing god knows what, Ruby’s stomach had fluttered so much in a mix of embarrassment and a forbidden warmth that she could hardly ignore. Even then, she had glanced towards Rahul hoping for him to do something, anything, only for him to meet her eyes in return with a soft, encouraging smile, and nodding at what was happening like it was some most normal thing in the world.
Just as Rahul, the rest of the lusty eyes too watched her.
The boys had gone absolutely quiet.
Ruby’s eyes had begun to scan the room around her, but there was not much room left. The boys were not very far but all around her, watching every movement intently. Their eyes had watched the old man’s fingers and the tape travel on Ruby, pressing here a bit, and tightening there a bit,… their eyes following where ever they went, and to much more.
She remembered Sumit watching her navel like he was about to bite it whole. It was just as same as he had watched her the previous day,… where she had consciously put on a show for him, and Rahul.
Ruby: Boys… They were there. Standing and watching.
Ruby: Their eyes were devouring me…
Ruby: My belly,… my navel… and my
Ruby: Your perfectly encased bosoms ?
Ruby: Did you feel their eyes drill holes in your bosom ?
Her demon voice purred in her ear with such intensity that Ruby slipped her phone down and both her hands went up to cup her breasts. She let out a strong gasp.
A quite submerged part of her wondered where Uncle was, and prayed where ever he was, he should not hear her moans and gasps.
Ruby: God yes, I felt. They were watching every inch.
Ruby: They looked like they had forgotten how to breathe.
Ruby: And you liked that, didn’t you?
No answer was required as Ruby reached and pulled both her nipples up. Thighs rubbing feverishly, she pulled and prodded her nipples,.. eyes closed and lost in the past.
Ruby: And what was the old man doing ?
Ruby: He was… he was measuring for my blouse depth.
Ruby: How deep you wanted it ?
Ruby still could not believe what she had said out aload. So openly she had asked the little old man who was standing mere inches from her chest to design her blouse to show more of her breasts, to show bigger cleavage. The words had hung in the air, thick and intimate, and right then and there her nipples had started stiffening under the silk.
Ruby: Tell me… what happened then ?
Ruby: “Is this same okay, madam ?” He asked me.
The old man had held the tape at the start of the deepest point of her then pastel blouse, marking the plunge. His thumb finger and the cool metal were pressed hard against her warm skin just at the very top of Ruby’s pink swells.
Ruby had lifted her chest involuntarily toward his touch.
Ruby: And then Rahul chimed in.
Ruby: “A little more to the down, Uncle ji.” He said, watching down my opening.
The old man then adjusted, letting the tape drop lower and slip another half an inch into her blouse. The metal end steadied just a few centimetres inside caressing gently into her yielding flesh.
Ruby remembered parting her lips, and a soft, helpless sigh slipped out from the heat that had pooled in her belly. Everyone around her had heard it clearly - it was very well evident from the look on their face.
Ruby: What were the other boys doing ?
Ruby: They were all focussed on my cleavage too.
Ruby: Then what happened.
Ruby: “A little more… please.” Raj asked to old man.
Ruby: He asked for even more ? And you didn’t even deny ?
Ruby: …
The demon or her soul Ruby did not know which was questioning her anymore cos that too seemed to be a little shocked. Well, a blouse for her and it was her body,… but the control was never with her. Ruby had realised it at the shop.
Ruby: I take it that’s when…
Ruby: Huh ?
Ruby: His finger, is that when the old man’s finger slipped inside your blouse ?
Ruby jerked and her back arched as she remembered Uncle ji complying to Raj’s request and that time, along with the tape the old man’s thumb too slipped in and entered her blouse.
Pinching one nipple hard as she could, Ruby’s right hand freed up and slapped her own tits. The flapping sound filled the room and Ruby quivered violently.
Ruby: Yes, he was pressing against my breast flesh.
Ruby: And the boys ???… the voice asked eagerly.
Despite her situation, Ruby remembered still. The boys had frozen, their breaths shallow and eyes glazed. Rahul’s hand was gripping his thigh hard enough to leave a mark and Sumit,… his lips were parted, almost hanging open. Raj and Manoj had leaned forward, pupils blown wide. The air around them had been so thick with the scent of arousal that no one could deny.
And Uncle ji, his hands no longer trembled. His finger was fully nestled against warm, fleshy bumps in between Ruby’s two breasts, brushing the inner sides of her titties. Ruby had let out a soft, needy moan that she couldn’t swallow, which the entire shop heard.
***Ring Ring***
Back on her bed, Ruby was thrashing around and felt she was so close to having an orgasm when her phone rang again. It was another call from the boys.
Ruby froze for a second by the alarming sound, then sat up and picked her phone. She cut the call in panic and looked at the chat screen.
Manoj: Especially when he had to measure under your big bulky…
Rahul: Oh man. He even let his finger slip in between her globes.
Raj: What would I have given to trade places with him.
Sumit: Fuck. What all he did.
On and on, they had chatted cursing the old man, but since no reply came from Ruby, they had rung her again.
Ruby: Hey, sorry dears. Was in washroom.
Ruby: And what all you guys are talking ? Shameless fellows. She scolded playfully.
Ruby: You’re all terrible… So terrible!
Ruby: Ruby…
Her inner voice once again called her out but this time in a very sarcastic tone.
Ruby: You just let an old man feel you… but calling them terrible ? It laughed.
True again. Ruby wondered what made her to let a old man do that. He had been very good at the start, but towards the end, she was not sure if he had been particularly professional as he had been before.
Rahul: Oh, we are terrible, madam Bhabhi ji ? He asked teasing.
Ruby: Of course. You all were trying to get me into trouble.
Ruby: Had I not loosened the saree completely…
Manoj: Bhabhi, but we wanted you to come out wearing the other saree right.
Raj: Oh yeah. That,… how couldn’t we make her come out wearing that ?
Manoj: Imagine if you had come out wearing that saree Bhabhi.
Sumit: Yeah, the one we gave before the creamy one.
Ruby: Oh, no. No way I was going to wear that and come out.
Sumit: Why Bhabhi ? What was wrong with that ?
Ruby: What was wrong ? That was basically just a bra wrapped around my…
She cut her message short but her muscle memory betrayed and she hit send. Biting her tongue Ruby nervously looked at the screen.
Manoj: Around your ? Please tell us, tell us.
Ruby: Ai,… around my body, I meant.
Raj: You should have come out wearing that, Bhabhi.
Raj: But honestly, we never thought you would call us inside.
Ruby: I called you inside ???
Actually, she did. But only to one of them.
Unlike the pink saree and it’s blouse, this one had been slightly different. The blouse was neither wide spread, nor covered everything. Like she said, it was basically a bra covering her perky breasts,… and she was not ready to come out wearing just that.
And so, but not sure what made her do it, she had called for Rahul from inside to inform him, but when the door opened…
All four boys had entered one by one and surrounded her in a semi circle. Their eyes were fixated all over her - a pair watching her face, her shy, shocked, gaped open lips,… a pair devouring her curvy bent waist,… but Manoj and Raj, they could not stop staring into her abyss, mouth hung wide.
What happened, happened.
Now, she did not want to hurt them saying “she only wanted Rahul to come”,… and so, she responded in general.
Ruby: Better you than Auntie, or the old man.
Ruby: I wanted to say that I cannot come out wearing just that.
Raj: Thank the gods, we got to see it atleast.
Sumit: Yes, that dress was nothing less than gorgeous, Bhabhi.
Ruby: It that so! Then why were you guys hell bent on getting the saree off me.. She texted with a little smirk on her lips.
Rahul: Bhabhi, the saree was basically decorative at that point.
Ruby’s mouth split open in genuine shock. Nevertheless, they were not wrong.
With that saree almost as transparent as the first pink one, she had known that they could see everything through the flimsy green pallu but the blouse,… it was hardly designed for the job it was supposed to do.
Being more of a bra than a blouse, the little cloth did a tremendously good job of pushing both of Ruby’s breasts together forming a deep arc of a cleavage over her well exposed milky valley. True to its nature, the bra like blouse exposed more than three fourths of Ruby’s upper body, presenting a great expanse of view to its spectators from the slender neck all the way till the split of her boobs,… and then, there was that transparent green pallu,… well, it was just there. No one cared for it.
Manoj had clicked a picture of it well off from top angle capturing her magnetic eyes, her luscious lips and her spilling breasts. That was picture he had shared last with Amit,… the same one that made Amit imagine his girl being surrounded by the boys, watching everything.
Ruby: Decorative ? Stop it, please. You guys are embarrassing me.
Manoj: Embarrassing? No, Bhabhi. He is telling you the truth.
Manoj: That saree was barely holding on.
Raj: Bhabhi, that pallu was fighting a losing battle. It slipped lower every time you breathed.
Rahul: And in that bra, I mean blouse, we could already see a whole lot of your mangoes.
Rahul: So, that saree was basically redundant, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Oh my god !!! You little perverts.
It was not really a shocking truth to know, but never the same, Ruby reacted. Cos, all day the boys had been ogling at one or other part of her body and Ruby was very well aware of it.
In fact, she was loving it. Bringing them to the tailor shop, she expected something of this sort was bound to happen, but a lot more happened than she would have allowed for, but still, she did not regret one bit. She just loved teasing and playing reluctant with them, and so she continued.
Rahul: Perverts ? No, my dear Bhabhi.
Rahul: We are appreciating. There’s a difference.
Raj: Beauty, where ever it is,… should be recognised, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Oh, really. I did not see you guys appreciate or recognise much when I was fully dressed.
Raj: That… that…
Ruby: So you prefer me,… uncovered ?
It was not really a question and everybody knew it, including Ruby. She looked at the screen giggling and smiling, imagining how their faces must be right now. A small part of her wished she had picked the video call.
Ruby: So, it had nothing to do with hindering with measurements.
Ruby: You just wanted fewer clothes on me ?
Raj: What ? no no. Don’t twist our words Bhabhi. The old man was the one who requested to remove the pallu.
Ruby: But you guys were the ones who didn’t let me wear the saree at all.
Raj: That… that…
Manoj: Ofcourse. The blouse was for Sugraat. So, it had to be seen and designed with no interference.
Raj: Yes, that, exactly. We wanted to know what to expect when the day comes, Bhabhi.
Ruby: Hahaha. You guys are talking as if you all are going to be there.
The moment those texts flew from her text box, Ruby’s cheeks exploded into crimson. The blush spread from her cheeks down her neck all the way to the top of her breasts.
Ruby: I mean, no I meant, I didn’t mean it like that.
Ruby: They are going to think… Oh god, they are already thinking !!
The chat went perfectly silent for one whole minute and then, the boys slowly appeared again.
Sumit: Bhabhi said what I think she said?
Manoj: Going to be there? Like… for Sugraat?
Rahul: Careful what you wish for, dear Bhabhi.
Raj: We volunteer, Bhabhi. We do.
Dropping the mobile down, Ruby covered her entire face with both her hands and a mortified squeak escaped through the fingers. She was done. Feeling so embarrassed, she had no clue what to say now.
Giggling and squeaking, she wondered what was to come next, what to say next, but just then, she heard a sharp giggle from downstairs. In fact, it was more than one, and they were women. Two at the least.
Ruby: Uncle ? But…
Ruby: The voice! Did he bring girls to the house ?
… Curious, eyes wide, she edged slowly toward her bedroom door.
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***Hours ago, when Ruby entered through the main door***
A silent figure sat still as a statue when the bubbly girl blasted open the front door, and ran upstairs in such a hurry that luckily she did not catch the naked self of an old man sitting in the darkness.
Uncle: Thank god !!!
He prayed as his eyes followed Ruby’s jiggling ass climb up the stairs.
… Continued.
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