Update 10
Haria: Okay Bhabi-ji... before I show you modern blouse cuts... I just want to show you some simple methods which you can apply to beat the heat!
Me: Wo kya?
Haria: Dekhiye ye kuch tasvire hai... ye aap asani se kar bhi sakti hai aur isse aap garmi se bach bhi sakti hai... and too wearing these conservative style blouses…
I looked down on the scrapbook while he turned a few pages and stopped on one.
Haria: Ye dekhiye... pallu ke niche shadi-shuda aurat log ghar mei kaise blouse pehenti hai...
He pointed his finger on the exposed cleavage of the woman in picture with a glitter in his eyes probably indicating me to remain like that when I was at home.
What a daring thought! To roam in the room with my three blouse buttons open!
Haria: Dekhiye Bhabi-ji... sirf niche ki do hooks lagi hai... iss garmi se bachne ka ek asaan tareeka!
Chacha-ji: Par mere bhai....ye dekh-ke to baki logo ke pasina chhoott jayega!
Haria: He he he he... Malik... aap bade rasik ho! Mai bola naa... garmi ke waje se pallu ke niche ek aurat aise reh sakti hai... upar se sari rehga naa!
Chacha-ji: O I see!
Both males were looking intently at this very sexy picture on the scrapbook.
Haria: If Bhabi-ji keeps her two blouse hooks open under her pallu... how would you know Malik? (turning the page of his scrapbook) .. Just see... here is the example!
Chacha-ji: Wah! Kya baat hai Haria! Ye idea to badhiya hai!
(turning towards me) Just look at this pic Beti... very intelligent woman... knows how to beat the heat! He he he...
Haria: Aur Bhabi-ji... I am not lying also... as you can see... this woman is standing in her kitchen! She is just like another housewife like you!
As I inspected the picture with a racing heartbeat, I could not deny to what Haria was saying. The nipple pokie of that woman looked so awfully sexy through her blouse.
Me: Par... err... mera matlab... I am unable to understand ke...aise...err... aise adhi blouse kholke koi kaise reh sakta hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti, tumne Haria ka baat dhyan se nehi suna... ye aurat dekho ghar mei hai... apni kichen mei... to safe environment hai na!
He paused a little, looked at my dense breasts, moving up and down, and then continued.
Chacha-ji: So when you are in a secured setting especially in your house where no outsider is looking at you... Beti... I think you can easily take these tips and remain sweat free...
Haria (seemed more enthusiastic): Ha ha... ye dekhiye na Bhabi-ji... aur bhi to hai...
Me: O My God! What a sexy way to wear a blouse!
I exclaimed to myself seeing the very bold photos! Both the women had only one hook buttoned in their blouses! I wondered what was the purpose of wearing the blouse at all! They could as well remain topless in their houses!
Chacha-ji: Are ye dekho... inn aurat ke to nipple bhi nikal ayi hai blouse ke cover se! Kitni laparwah hai!
Haria: Are Malik... nipple agar blouse se nikal bhi jaye to koi khatra nehi hai naa... sari ka cover to rahega na!
Chacha-ji: Abe tu kis kism ka tailor hai re?
Haria looked puzzled and so was me!
Haria: Err... kiyu Malik?
Chacha-ji: Abe tilguje ke chillke! Har shadei-shuda aurat agar garmi mei aise rehni lagi... to chutiye... tere paas kaun ayega blouse alter karwane ke liye!
Chacha-ji laughed out loud and I also simply could not refrain myself from smiling though I was feeling extremely tight to see such provocative and sexy pictures especially in front of the males. Haria was also smiling realizing he was caught on the wrong foot.
Haria: Err... Bhabi-ji... Aap kya alter nehi karwayengi humse? Are bapre! Mai kya kuch galti kar diya aapko yes ab tasvire dikhake!
Chacha-ji now laughed out more loudly seeing Haria’s reaction as if he would lose his tailoring job! I was also smiling. How could I smile? There had to be some limit to my shamelessness! The tailor was suggesting me to remain in the house with my blouse hooks open to avoid the summer heat and I was smiling! He tried to convince me by showing some bold pictures too and I was smiling!
Chacha-ji: Are nehi re! Teri Bhabi-ji itni bhi besharam nahi ke inn ladkiyo ki tarah ghar mei rahengi! Are ye to sarasar randigiri hai... khaas kar ye last 2 pictures... Hai naa Beti?
I definitely got some impetus for not wearing my blouse like that as was suggested by Haria to avoid heat and protested at once. I was completely ignorant of the foul language Chacha-ji was using which was indeed offensive to speak in front of any adult woman.
Me: Bilkul! Aise koi aurat reh sakti hai? Garmi ho ya jo bhi ho...
Chacha-ji: Sunn... Haria... sunn! Ye hai apni Beti... namra aur sushil ... are tere ladies tailor shop mei aisi aurat aati hongi... randi sali sab... aise to koi aurat sirf apni pati ke samne reh sakti hai... bedroom mei ya bistar pe.... yes or no Beti?
Me (turning more shameless by the minute): Ye... yes Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Did you hear that? Its not that your Bhabi-ji cannot wear a blouse like that woman in the picture... with almost all hooks open... iss mei kaun si badi baat hai, ha? But your Bhabi-ji is not so cheap that she will move about in the house with her nipples out of her blouse like those pictures you are showing... is she a randi of what??? No, no way! Your Bhabi-ji is a well-mannered conservative housewife! She will never wear a blouse like that in public... right Beti?
I was completely bowled over by the way Chacha-ji was speaking and all I could utter was a “Ji”! Was she praising me or disgracing me? I was not able to comprehend!
Chacha-ji: Sunn... Haria sunn! Kitne acche bichar... dekh! But don’t think that your Bhabi-ji is timid and shabby and cannot wear bold things! Right Beti?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Your Bhabi-ji will wear blouse like that (indicating to the picture again) and if needed you will see... she will keep all her hooks open.... but where? Only in her bedroom or on bed... samjha chirkut?
Haria: Ji.... ji Malik! Mai samajh gaya! (quickly turning towards me) Mujhe maaf kar dena Bhabi-ji... mere kehna matlab kabhi bhi ye nehi tha ke aapko aise adhi blouse kholke ghoomna hai ghar mei... mujhe laga ke ye ek... err... ek tarika ho sakta hai...
Chacha-ji: ....to beat the heat! Yehi bolna chah-ta hai na?
Haria: Ji Malik... mera aur koi matlab nehi tha!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... usse maaf kar dena... aur Haria... filhal to teri Bhabi-ji ka blouse alter karne ke liye jo maap wagera lena hai... le le.... baad mei nayi dress ke design wagera ke ideas dena... (turning towards me) Okay Beti?
I was too foolish a woman to understand his tricks and readily agreed thinking that I could refrain myself from seeing those sexy and provocative photos with two males.
Haria: Jaise aap kahe Mailk...
He closed his scrapbook and kept it aside and took the tape in one hand and his pencil and notebook in the other.
Haria: Malik... generally measurements lene ke time do admi hone se subidha hoti hai... aap agar Bhabi-ji ka maap note karke mujhe thoda help karenge to...
Chacha-ji was more than happy to do that. He took the pencil and the notebook from the servant’s hand.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... darwaja bandh kar de?
Me: Kiyu?
Haira: Err... mera matlab.. maap lena hai to.... err... mera matlab... aap ko pallu zara niche karma padhega... to iss liye mai socha ke darwaza bandh kar loon taki aap comfortable rahengi...
Chacha-ji as usual poked his nose in between me and the tailor!
Chacha-ji: Abe hulcut! Ye kya ladies tailor shop hai ke parda dena padhega ya fir darwaza bandh karma padhega? Ghar mei to aisehi teri Bhabi-ji comfortable hai... aur phir Ram ko college se aane mei bhi der hai...to...
Haria: Thik, thik... Ram ke siwa to aur koi aane wala bhi nehi hai yaha!
I knew that in order to alter my blouse I had to give my measurements and I had done that previously in front of male ladies tailor... that was not a problem... it was their job and they did it quite professionally without embarrassing me. But this time the scene was slightly different as it was Haria, the servant, who was the tailor here and moreover another male in the form of Chacha-ji was also in attendance. Though he had seen me in my blouse many a times while I was breastfeeding Harpal, I was getting a shade apprehensive now.
Haria had now come to this side of the table (to where myself and Chacha-ji were standing). He indicated Chacha-ji to sit on the chair while he would take my measurement.
Haria (scratching his crotch very directly with one hand while holding the tape in the other): Bhabi-ji... zara yaha aake khade ho jaiye... yaha light bhi thik hai aur space bhi zyada hai...
He indicated me to stand at a place just in front of Chacha-ji’s chair. Though Chacha-ji was an elderly person, but to stand right on his face with my big-sized breasts left me in a tight condition as I walked to Haria’s selected spot. I could clearly note that both Chacha-ji and Haria were inspecting my sari-covered figure as my sari hugged quite tightly on my voluptuous contours and subtly revealed the tempting curves of my 30-year-old developed body through my blouse, petticoat, and undergarment.
Haria was now standing just a foot away from me and he was looking at my boobs directly. He was probably thinking how he could alter my blouse suitably so that I could get relief from sweating in these summer months. Chacha-ji was also sitting right in front of me (just a foot away) and since both males were pretty ‘close’ literally, I was naturally a bit uneasy.
Were they able to see my cleavage under my pallu? They were close enough to observe that! Although my blouse was not low neck, it did reveal a hint of my milky cleavage over it since my sari in all probability was not so thick to hide it! I looked down and blushed immediately as I noted that when I was exhaling... the tops of my fair and firm boobs would become more visible through my pallu! Haira all this time must have been stealing glances of my sexy cleavage show!
Haria: Bhabi-ji... maap lene se pehle mai ekbar dekh loon ke abhi jo blouse aap peheni huyi hain... uska fitting kaisa hai...
His voice was very normal and calm which assured me that he was just doing his job and I should also cooperate smartly removing my shyness.
Me: Ha... wo thik rahega! Dekh lo!
I shuffled and shrugged a bit to overcome my nervousness and my heavy-fleshed bosom jiggled and vibrated under my sari which naturally did not evade the eyes of this low class man. Haria quickly came nearer to me and started checking the sleeves first. He took my left arm and extended it in the pretext of checking my blouse sleeve.
This was the first time I was touched by this man, the servant of the house! He held my arm very lightly in an uplifted manner and his eyes obviously did not elude the smoothness of my ‘malai’ arms! I could feel his rough fingers on my naked arm-skin and I could not deny the fact that momentarily I shivered in subtle stimulation getting his touches!
Haria was in no hurry and he was slowly rubbing his fingers on my left arm while touching the fabric of my blouse. I noted from the corner of my eyes that Chacha-ji was noting his servant’s acts with his one hand holding the pencil and paper while his other hand pushing into his crotch!
Haria continued to rub his finger on my smooth skin and over the fabric of my blouse in the pretext of checking the fitting. I was visibly a bit uneasy and had started to inhale and exhale heavily thereby making my big-sized boobs look even more sexier for my tailor to feast his eyes upon! I could sense that Haria was clearly enjoying the touch of my malai arm as his crotch looked more tighter in his short half-pant!
Haria: Bhabi-ji... sleeve to asani se aur thoda tight kiya ja sakta hai... thodi loose hai... par backside bhi dekhna padhega...
Me: O.... okay. Dekh lo back lose hai ke thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha ha... thik se sab kuch dekh le Haria... taki alter karne ke baad koi shikayat na rahe!
Haria: Ji...ji Malik!
As he said he moved round my back and now one male was in front of me while the other was at my back!
Haria (babbling): Wow! Kya maal hai!
Me: Kya?
Haria: Kuch nehi Bhabi-ji... aap zara sidha khada rahiye!
Me: Okay.
I thrust my boobs forward and stood absolutely straight as advised by my tailor. Just then I noted my impression in the mirror in the far wall and I could clearly see Haria also.
Me: Haaa....
I almost exclaimed with my mouth wide open as I continued to look at Haria through the mirror. The low class man was clearly not inspecting my blouse back and was appreciating my round pumpkin ass as I stood in front of him with my legs spread a little! I made a slight coughing so that he was alert and was back to his job. He immediately started stretching the back of my blouse to see how loose or tight it was there. I could note through the mirror that Haria was quite impressed looking at my spotless, chikna peeth from such close proximity!
I could not stop giggling seeing the blunt keyed up face of my tailor! In the process he was also rubbing my bare back especially the area where my blouse ended. I even noted through the mirror that the low-class rascal even stroked his lund once inside his pants while doing his checking process!
Just then I sensed that Haria pulled the back of my blouse from my peeth towards himself as much as possible to check the gap thus created. I thought it must have been a process to check the fitting, but immediately I noted in the mirror that my tailor was peeping inside my blouse-back and was sneaking a glance at my bra strap and bra hook on my sweaty peeth!
Haria (again babbling): Kya gori aur chikni peeth hai sali ki! Kaash main isko choom sakta!
Me: Kuch bole tum Haria?
Haria: Nehi nehi Bhabi-ji... mai zara calculations kar raha tha... aap ko kuch nehi bola.
Me: Oh... okay.
I involuntarily moved and shifted a bit in order to remain still and relaxed to and I noted in the mirror that Haria was intently watching my ass move! From such an angle and closeness my tailor must be able to monitor the round globes of my ass moving inside my sari! My face turned red instantly.
Haria: Peeche se bhi thoda loose hai Bhabi-ji!
Chacha-ji (after being silent for a while): Mujhe kya abhi kuch likhna hai?
Haria: Nehi... nehi Malik... I will tell you when and what to note.
Chacha-ji just nodded but his eyes were all over my sari-clad figure and I was pretty sure that he must have been also noting his servant’s naughty moves towards me!
Haria (walking in front of me now): Ab Bhabi-ji... pallu thora neeche karna padhega... blouse ko theek tarah se dekhna hai...
I knew that it was no the cards but still was hesitant out of natural womanly shyness. Chacha-ji easily caught me!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss mei sharmane ka koi baat nehi... Haria to ghar ka hi adami hai... aur phir wo tumhari tailor bhi hai... (he paused a bit) ..tailor aur doctor ke samne sharmana kaisa!
I giggled still being hesitant to lower my pallu.
Chacha-ji: Are uss din to wo sala doctor mera pant utar diya! Paier me kuch dard tha... to usse mera stance aur gait dekhna tha... to wo to sala mujhe nanga karke walk karwaya! Ye to phir bhi achha hai!
What did Chacha-ji mean? Haria as a tailor would make me naked for taking measurement! What rubbish!
I just nodded and clenching my lips hesitatingly. I was nervous, but did not want to delay because then Chacha-ji would surely add some more spice in his talks!
I slowly lowered my pallu off my shoulder. Chacha-ji and Haria were looking at my action as if they were just awarded some lottery prize! I looked down and slowly pushed it down until my whole bosom was exposed before them and dropped my pallu on the floor.
My heavy milk-filled tits looked like two bombs under my blouse!
Obviously I was looking very tempting and the fact remained that standing in front of two males in that sexy fashion made my extremely edgy and elated too! As I looked down I could easily note that an inch of my creamy cleavage was visible in an extremely lucrative manner over the top of my blouse and as I raised my eyes I noted in the mirror that my boobs were looking awfully eye-catching especially as I was wearing a bra inside. My cheeks were turning crimson as I could read that my sexy show was making male blood pressure rise like anything!
Haria: Sukriya Bhabi-ji... dekh leta hoon...
Saying that he quickly was onto his task and like a professional ladies tailor, he got his face closer to my boobs for inspecting my blouse fitting. Haria was so near to my boobies now that I could feel that his warm breath as if bounced off my tits! I felt extremely tight now and I could sense that my nipples were growing and getting harder inside my bra.
Haria: Ye dekhiye Bhabi-ji... ye to aage se bhi loose hai!
He said while pulling my blouse a little in the front in my U-shaped neck area to see how loose it was from the front. I could now continuously feel the tailor’s warm breaths on the naked upper part of my boobs. There was no way I could avoid that I was easily getting addicted to it and was unable to control my emotions! Haria again pulled my blouse at my U-neck and this time he made sure that his fingers touched abundantly the top half of my breasts which remained exposed over my blouse!
Me: Aaahh....
I let out a soft moan, very subtly, but Haria caught it!
Haria: Kya hua Bhabi-ji?
Me (with a red face): Ku... kuch nehi!
Haria: O! Tab thik hai... mai socha aap ko shayad lag gaya hai... actually Bhabi-ji mera nakhoon hameisha bada rehta hai... to mujhe laga aap ko kahi kharoch lag gaya...
Me: Nehi nehi... aisi koi baat nehi...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti.... Haria ki concern ko samjho!
I looked questionably at Chacha-ji as I could not grasp what he tried to hint!
Chacha-ji: Agar kharoch lag gaya aur Vinay koi question kare tumse..
Me: Vinay? Wo kaha se aaya?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tumhare mamme pe kharoch ayega to raat ko Vinay to question kar hi sakta hai na... meri biwi ke blouse ke andar kharaoch kaise aya! Maine to kuch nehi kiya! Iss liye Haria chintit ho gaya tha! Ha ha ha....
He laughed out loud and Haria also joined the party. I could not also stop myself from smiling shyly realizing Haria’s concern though at the back of my mind I was depressive as I had no ‘physical’ contact with my husband during that period!
Haria: He he he... koi aur jagah hota Bhabi-ji to baat alag tha...
I giggled very shamelessly assuring my tailor that it was not the case, but could not reveal to him that I was already excited through his touches only!
Chacha-ji: Chalo... bahut go gaya hasi-mazak... Haria... apne kam se matlab rakkho.
Haria: Ji Malik.
Haria again started checking the U-neck of my blouse and time and again was touching my top boob flesh. I was evidently getting quite stimulated by this ‘checkup’. He again stretched my blouse neck and this time he pulled it so much that surely he could see the position of my white bra strap inside my blouse traveling from my shoulder onto my breasts.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... iss blouse ko kafi alter kiya ja sakta hai... kitne kapde waste kiya hai... aur fir fitting bhi thik nehi hai!
Though he said the above to me, Chacha-ji intervened.
Chacha-ji: Are iss liye to teri Bhabi-ji apne aap ko tujhe swaopa hai...
Me: What?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... mera matlab hai... iss liye to hum usse bulaye hain... so that he can alter your blouse properly and if there are any fitting issues, he will also fix that naa!
Me: Ji...
Haria (taking the measurement tape): Theek hai Bhabi-ji...abhi aap apne haath upar karo!
Me: Matlab?
Haria demonstrated how he wanted me to lift my arms so that he could start taking measurements. Feeling rather tight I obeyed it and as soon as I did that I realized that my big firm mammaries as if sprung out from my blouse and as if was spilling out revealing more of my creamy cleavage and actual boob flesh!
Haria (babbling again): Oh! Kaash ye mamme ko main masal sakta!
Me: Kya? Kya bakbak karta rehta hai tu mann hi mann mein?
Haria (as he put the tape around my back): Cal...calcu... calculations Bhab-ji! Calculations!
While doing this act, he got his face very near to my tits and I felt extremely shy and did not know where to look! My heavy breathing only made things worse as I noted my tailor was keenly watching that sexy movement and the more I breathed heavily and sweated more, my whole bra outline was getting progressively exposed through the thin fabric of my blouse.
Haria babbled some numbers to Chacha-ji which he noted down and then got the tape in front again. He embraced the tape on my breast circumference and his hands were now exactly in front my boobs – his two hands and my two tits - I doubted that I would not be able to even protect myself if he simply gripped and squeezed my breasts – my position was so compromised at that time!
The tape was encircling my boobs under my lifted hands any my sweaty round armpit patches were well exposed to both males.
Thank God! None of the males commented on my sweaty armpits today, though they seem to lick it with their eyes as and when they were getting a chance!
As my tailor tightened and loosened the tape over my blouse covered tits so as to stretch properly, his fingers touched my firm boob flesh copiously; though it was only brushing my pulse had risen significantly and blood was starting to rush through my vessels! I could easily sense that my nipples were trying to stand tall under my tight bra.
Haria adjusted his hands again and this time his hands were positioned exactly in front of my nipples! Was he able to figure out my nipple impressions through my blouse and bra?
Haria: (Tightening the measuring tape a little): Itna tight thik hai Bhabi-ji?
I decided rather than concentrating on my semi-elated state I should concentrate on my blouse fitting, otherwise I would land up in a loose misfit blouse.
Me: Umm... ye to loo... loo... loose hai... aur thoda tight karo!
Haria was enthusiastic at my reply and tightened the tape more and now his fingers started touching and gently pressing my boobs! I was not able to control my flow now any more and sensed the known itch in my choot inside my panty and hence just tried to focus on the fitting.
Haria: Ye thik hai?
Haria had started feeling the round contours of my firm boob flesh now and it felt soft and cushiony to his fingers!
Me: Nehi... tho... thora aur tight karo!
I was focussing on my fitting and I knew that most of the time I would be wearing my blouse without a brassiere and hence I needed a much tighter fit such that my heavy milk-filled mammaries did not sway much inside my blouse in my bra-less state.
Haria tightened the tape further on my boobs and stepped closer to me in order to execute it properly. He was practically just about 3-4 inches away from me and I could sniff his manly odor! I could sense that our breaths were colliding with each other and as his fingers tightly pressed against my firm boob flesh my composure was briskly evaporating! I shuffled a bit to remain within limits and Haria was so wicked that he simply pushed forward his crotch and I eventually landed up feeling his erect dick onto my warm thighs! I looked down momentarily and was shocked to note that his dick had probably grown to full size and was now poking out of his tight half-pant in an extremely indecent fashion!
He tightened the tape further and virtually pressed my breasts from the front with his knuckles!
Haria: Ab thik hai? Bhabi-ji?
He looked into my eyes. I had to lower my eyelids in shame and shiver the way his knuckles continued to press my tight boob flesh. He also had a smile on his face as if everything was so normal! As he continuously pressed his fingers on my firm spongy breast flesh in the pretext of tightening the measuring tape, I sensed that he was also trying to push his thumb onto my blouse-covered boob surface trying to trace my nipples!
The naughty rascal!
What to do? Things indeed were slipping from my hands. A simple blouse altering session was turning out to be too hot for me to handle!
I was clueless and just then as my eyes turned towards Chacha-ji I was just speechless! The elderly man was openly stroking and massaging his lund over his lungi seeing Haria’s naughty moves!
Both males had started behaving indecently and giving explicit signals to me! And myself being a married woman devoid of physical contact with my husband for a good 2-3 months and especially engaged recently in the task of enticing and teasing my grownup son sensually, I was an easy prey.
Though I knew I should not play with fire but due to my semi-elated state and heated condition I could not simply stop enjoying this! Moreover, with Chacha-ji present it was not possible for Haria to misbehave with me. He had to be within his limits.
Me: Ye to... aaah… mera matlab... zyada tight ho gaya!
I almost whispered, but Haria did not release the pressure and was looking at my eyes. He was immensely close to me and had now angled his leg so that his knee started to poke on my smooth rotund thighs.
Me: Aahhh...please… itna nahin Haira...dard ho raha hai…
He moved his hands a little up and down altering the tape making sure he was pushing aplenty against my tit flesh causing them to bounce and rebound inside my blouse cover!
Haira: Sorry Bhabi-ji… ab thik hai?
Saying that he moved his fingers side to side to rub and feel my taut breasts. I was indeed enjoying the feel and my ‘fasting’ figure expected more!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… mere khayal se… aap khud hi ekbar dikha dijiye aap ko exactly kitna tight ya loose chahiye?
I smiled at him recognizing what he meant. Since my arms were held up to give complete free access to the tailor to my boobs, I lowered my hands and caught his hands and shamelessly started adjusting them to get the right tightness! As I touched his fingers I started feeling more elated as I could feel Haria was trying to clench my fingers just like a lover does to his partner! Seeing the opportunity, he was also pressing his fingers more deliberately onto my firm boobs eying my deep cleavage, which was now even more visible over the top of my blouse.
Me: Ye… ye thik rahega!
I finally adjusted the tape to my satisfaction and the naughty rascal appreciated and agreed to that by tracing and jabbing at my nipples over my blouse and bra! He also read the tape measurement and narrated Chacha-ji some numbers which I was obviously not interested in.
Haria: Aur Bhabi-ji… hooks rehne de ke buttons laga de? Jaise aapko dikhaya picture mei…
I instantly remember the picture of the woman wearing a wet yellow blouse without a bra and the whole beauty of her breasts being exposed including her dark brown areola and erect nipples. I naturally felt more tight, but nodded to him for the change.
Haria again related some numbers to Chacha-ji about gaping of the buttons which Chacha-ji notd down in the notebook.
Haria: Aur Bhabi-ji… back ko chota kar deta hoon… isse aapki peeth bhi khuli rahengi aur garmi bhi kam lagegi …
Me: O… okay… jaise tum thik samjho!
Haria went towards my back and started measuring me there.
Haria: Deep cut back kar deta hoon Bhabi-ji… deep U...
Saying that he started measuring the height of my blouse back, which existed, and then related that he would reduce it to half the present height. As Chacha-ji noted down the altered measurement I could feel his rough fingers rubbing and brushing against my exposed peeth. He even traced and felt my bra strap over my blouse as well as occasionally pushed his fingers below my blouse at the excuse of measuring my back! He must have had a super-erection while doing this and once he even pushed his prick onto my round sari-covered ass!
I let out soft moans very shamelessly now as he did all this groping in the name of taking measurement! I had to shuffle time and again to remain somewhat comfortable and the naughty rascal must have been also noting my round sexy ass globes moving inside my sari. Haria had taken the measurements of my back and was again facing me.
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aage se bhi neck bada kar deta hoon… dekhiye ga… isse aap kitni comfortable feel karengi!
Me: O…okay.
Me: Wo kya?
Haria: Dekhiye ye kuch tasvire hai... ye aap asani se kar bhi sakti hai aur isse aap garmi se bach bhi sakti hai... and too wearing these conservative style blouses…
I looked down on the scrapbook while he turned a few pages and stopped on one.
Haria: Ye dekhiye... pallu ke niche shadi-shuda aurat log ghar mei kaise blouse pehenti hai...
He pointed his finger on the exposed cleavage of the woman in picture with a glitter in his eyes probably indicating me to remain like that when I was at home.
What a daring thought! To roam in the room with my three blouse buttons open!
Haria: Dekhiye Bhabi-ji... sirf niche ki do hooks lagi hai... iss garmi se bachne ka ek asaan tareeka!
Chacha-ji: Par mere bhai....ye dekh-ke to baki logo ke pasina chhoott jayega!
Haria: He he he he... Malik... aap bade rasik ho! Mai bola naa... garmi ke waje se pallu ke niche ek aurat aise reh sakti hai... upar se sari rehga naa!
Chacha-ji: O I see!
Both males were looking intently at this very sexy picture on the scrapbook.
Haria: If Bhabi-ji keeps her two blouse hooks open under her pallu... how would you know Malik? (turning the page of his scrapbook) .. Just see... here is the example!
Chacha-ji: Wah! Kya baat hai Haria! Ye idea to badhiya hai!
(turning towards me) Just look at this pic Beti... very intelligent woman... knows how to beat the heat! He he he...
Haria: Aur Bhabi-ji... I am not lying also... as you can see... this woman is standing in her kitchen! She is just like another housewife like you!
As I inspected the picture with a racing heartbeat, I could not deny to what Haria was saying. The nipple pokie of that woman looked so awfully sexy through her blouse.
Me: Par... err... mera matlab... I am unable to understand ke...aise...err... aise adhi blouse kholke koi kaise reh sakta hai!
Chacha-ji: Beti, tumne Haria ka baat dhyan se nehi suna... ye aurat dekho ghar mei hai... apni kichen mei... to safe environment hai na!
He paused a little, looked at my dense breasts, moving up and down, and then continued.
Chacha-ji: So when you are in a secured setting especially in your house where no outsider is looking at you... Beti... I think you can easily take these tips and remain sweat free...
Haria (seemed more enthusiastic): Ha ha... ye dekhiye na Bhabi-ji... aur bhi to hai...
Me: O My God! What a sexy way to wear a blouse!
I exclaimed to myself seeing the very bold photos! Both the women had only one hook buttoned in their blouses! I wondered what was the purpose of wearing the blouse at all! They could as well remain topless in their houses!
Chacha-ji: Are ye dekho... inn aurat ke to nipple bhi nikal ayi hai blouse ke cover se! Kitni laparwah hai!
Haria: Are Malik... nipple agar blouse se nikal bhi jaye to koi khatra nehi hai naa... sari ka cover to rahega na!
Chacha-ji: Abe tu kis kism ka tailor hai re?
Haria looked puzzled and so was me!
Haria: Err... kiyu Malik?
Chacha-ji: Abe tilguje ke chillke! Har shadei-shuda aurat agar garmi mei aise rehni lagi... to chutiye... tere paas kaun ayega blouse alter karwane ke liye!
Chacha-ji laughed out loud and I also simply could not refrain myself from smiling though I was feeling extremely tight to see such provocative and sexy pictures especially in front of the males. Haria was also smiling realizing he was caught on the wrong foot.
Haria: Err... Bhabi-ji... Aap kya alter nehi karwayengi humse? Are bapre! Mai kya kuch galti kar diya aapko yes ab tasvire dikhake!
Chacha-ji now laughed out more loudly seeing Haria’s reaction as if he would lose his tailoring job! I was also smiling. How could I smile? There had to be some limit to my shamelessness! The tailor was suggesting me to remain in the house with my blouse hooks open to avoid the summer heat and I was smiling! He tried to convince me by showing some bold pictures too and I was smiling!
Chacha-ji: Are nehi re! Teri Bhabi-ji itni bhi besharam nahi ke inn ladkiyo ki tarah ghar mei rahengi! Are ye to sarasar randigiri hai... khaas kar ye last 2 pictures... Hai naa Beti?
I definitely got some impetus for not wearing my blouse like that as was suggested by Haria to avoid heat and protested at once. I was completely ignorant of the foul language Chacha-ji was using which was indeed offensive to speak in front of any adult woman.
Me: Bilkul! Aise koi aurat reh sakti hai? Garmi ho ya jo bhi ho...
Chacha-ji: Sunn... Haria... sunn! Ye hai apni Beti... namra aur sushil ... are tere ladies tailor shop mei aisi aurat aati hongi... randi sali sab... aise to koi aurat sirf apni pati ke samne reh sakti hai... bedroom mei ya bistar pe.... yes or no Beti?
Me (turning more shameless by the minute): Ye... yes Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Did you hear that? Its not that your Bhabi-ji cannot wear a blouse like that woman in the picture... with almost all hooks open... iss mei kaun si badi baat hai, ha? But your Bhabi-ji is not so cheap that she will move about in the house with her nipples out of her blouse like those pictures you are showing... is she a randi of what??? No, no way! Your Bhabi-ji is a well-mannered conservative housewife! She will never wear a blouse like that in public... right Beti?
I was completely bowled over by the way Chacha-ji was speaking and all I could utter was a “Ji”! Was she praising me or disgracing me? I was not able to comprehend!
Chacha-ji: Sunn... Haria sunn! Kitne acche bichar... dekh! But don’t think that your Bhabi-ji is timid and shabby and cannot wear bold things! Right Beti?
Me: Ji.
Chacha-ji: Your Bhabi-ji will wear blouse like that (indicating to the picture again) and if needed you will see... she will keep all her hooks open.... but where? Only in her bedroom or on bed... samjha chirkut?
Haria: Ji.... ji Malik! Mai samajh gaya! (quickly turning towards me) Mujhe maaf kar dena Bhabi-ji... mere kehna matlab kabhi bhi ye nehi tha ke aapko aise adhi blouse kholke ghoomna hai ghar mei... mujhe laga ke ye ek... err... ek tarika ho sakta hai...
Chacha-ji: ....to beat the heat! Yehi bolna chah-ta hai na?
Haria: Ji Malik... mera aur koi matlab nehi tha!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti... usse maaf kar dena... aur Haria... filhal to teri Bhabi-ji ka blouse alter karne ke liye jo maap wagera lena hai... le le.... baad mei nayi dress ke design wagera ke ideas dena... (turning towards me) Okay Beti?
I was too foolish a woman to understand his tricks and readily agreed thinking that I could refrain myself from seeing those sexy and provocative photos with two males.
Haria: Jaise aap kahe Mailk...
He closed his scrapbook and kept it aside and took the tape in one hand and his pencil and notebook in the other.
Haria: Malik... generally measurements lene ke time do admi hone se subidha hoti hai... aap agar Bhabi-ji ka maap note karke mujhe thoda help karenge to...
Chacha-ji was more than happy to do that. He took the pencil and the notebook from the servant’s hand.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... darwaja bandh kar de?
Me: Kiyu?
Haira: Err... mera matlab.. maap lena hai to.... err... mera matlab... aap ko pallu zara niche karma padhega... to iss liye mai socha ke darwaza bandh kar loon taki aap comfortable rahengi...
Chacha-ji as usual poked his nose in between me and the tailor!
Chacha-ji: Abe hulcut! Ye kya ladies tailor shop hai ke parda dena padhega ya fir darwaza bandh karma padhega? Ghar mei to aisehi teri Bhabi-ji comfortable hai... aur phir Ram ko college se aane mei bhi der hai...to...
Haria: Thik, thik... Ram ke siwa to aur koi aane wala bhi nehi hai yaha!
I knew that in order to alter my blouse I had to give my measurements and I had done that previously in front of male ladies tailor... that was not a problem... it was their job and they did it quite professionally without embarrassing me. But this time the scene was slightly different as it was Haria, the servant, who was the tailor here and moreover another male in the form of Chacha-ji was also in attendance. Though he had seen me in my blouse many a times while I was breastfeeding Harpal, I was getting a shade apprehensive now.
Haria had now come to this side of the table (to where myself and Chacha-ji were standing). He indicated Chacha-ji to sit on the chair while he would take my measurement.
Haria (scratching his crotch very directly with one hand while holding the tape in the other): Bhabi-ji... zara yaha aake khade ho jaiye... yaha light bhi thik hai aur space bhi zyada hai...
He indicated me to stand at a place just in front of Chacha-ji’s chair. Though Chacha-ji was an elderly person, but to stand right on his face with my big-sized breasts left me in a tight condition as I walked to Haria’s selected spot. I could clearly note that both Chacha-ji and Haria were inspecting my sari-covered figure as my sari hugged quite tightly on my voluptuous contours and subtly revealed the tempting curves of my 30-year-old developed body through my blouse, petticoat, and undergarment.
Haria was now standing just a foot away from me and he was looking at my boobs directly. He was probably thinking how he could alter my blouse suitably so that I could get relief from sweating in these summer months. Chacha-ji was also sitting right in front of me (just a foot away) and since both males were pretty ‘close’ literally, I was naturally a bit uneasy.
Were they able to see my cleavage under my pallu? They were close enough to observe that! Although my blouse was not low neck, it did reveal a hint of my milky cleavage over it since my sari in all probability was not so thick to hide it! I looked down and blushed immediately as I noted that when I was exhaling... the tops of my fair and firm boobs would become more visible through my pallu! Haira all this time must have been stealing glances of my sexy cleavage show!
Haria: Bhabi-ji... maap lene se pehle mai ekbar dekh loon ke abhi jo blouse aap peheni huyi hain... uska fitting kaisa hai...
His voice was very normal and calm which assured me that he was just doing his job and I should also cooperate smartly removing my shyness.
Me: Ha... wo thik rahega! Dekh lo!
I shuffled and shrugged a bit to overcome my nervousness and my heavy-fleshed bosom jiggled and vibrated under my sari which naturally did not evade the eyes of this low class man. Haria quickly came nearer to me and started checking the sleeves first. He took my left arm and extended it in the pretext of checking my blouse sleeve.
This was the first time I was touched by this man, the servant of the house! He held my arm very lightly in an uplifted manner and his eyes obviously did not elude the smoothness of my ‘malai’ arms! I could feel his rough fingers on my naked arm-skin and I could not deny the fact that momentarily I shivered in subtle stimulation getting his touches!
Haria was in no hurry and he was slowly rubbing his fingers on my left arm while touching the fabric of my blouse. I noted from the corner of my eyes that Chacha-ji was noting his servant’s acts with his one hand holding the pencil and paper while his other hand pushing into his crotch!
Haria continued to rub his finger on my smooth skin and over the fabric of my blouse in the pretext of checking the fitting. I was visibly a bit uneasy and had started to inhale and exhale heavily thereby making my big-sized boobs look even more sexier for my tailor to feast his eyes upon! I could sense that Haria was clearly enjoying the touch of my malai arm as his crotch looked more tighter in his short half-pant!
Haria: Bhabi-ji... sleeve to asani se aur thoda tight kiya ja sakta hai... thodi loose hai... par backside bhi dekhna padhega...
Me: O.... okay. Dekh lo back lose hai ke thik hai...
Chacha-ji: Ha ha... thik se sab kuch dekh le Haria... taki alter karne ke baad koi shikayat na rahe!
Haria: Ji...ji Malik!
As he said he moved round my back and now one male was in front of me while the other was at my back!
Haria (babbling): Wow! Kya maal hai!
Me: Kya?
Haria: Kuch nehi Bhabi-ji... aap zara sidha khada rahiye!
Me: Okay.
I thrust my boobs forward and stood absolutely straight as advised by my tailor. Just then I noted my impression in the mirror in the far wall and I could clearly see Haria also.
Me: Haaa....
I almost exclaimed with my mouth wide open as I continued to look at Haria through the mirror. The low class man was clearly not inspecting my blouse back and was appreciating my round pumpkin ass as I stood in front of him with my legs spread a little! I made a slight coughing so that he was alert and was back to his job. He immediately started stretching the back of my blouse to see how loose or tight it was there. I could note through the mirror that Haria was quite impressed looking at my spotless, chikna peeth from such close proximity!
I could not stop giggling seeing the blunt keyed up face of my tailor! In the process he was also rubbing my bare back especially the area where my blouse ended. I even noted through the mirror that the low-class rascal even stroked his lund once inside his pants while doing his checking process!
Just then I sensed that Haria pulled the back of my blouse from my peeth towards himself as much as possible to check the gap thus created. I thought it must have been a process to check the fitting, but immediately I noted in the mirror that my tailor was peeping inside my blouse-back and was sneaking a glance at my bra strap and bra hook on my sweaty peeth!
Haria (again babbling): Kya gori aur chikni peeth hai sali ki! Kaash main isko choom sakta!
Me: Kuch bole tum Haria?
Haria: Nehi nehi Bhabi-ji... mai zara calculations kar raha tha... aap ko kuch nehi bola.
Me: Oh... okay.
I involuntarily moved and shifted a bit in order to remain still and relaxed to and I noted in the mirror that Haria was intently watching my ass move! From such an angle and closeness my tailor must be able to monitor the round globes of my ass moving inside my sari! My face turned red instantly.
Haria: Peeche se bhi thoda loose hai Bhabi-ji!
Chacha-ji (after being silent for a while): Mujhe kya abhi kuch likhna hai?
Haria: Nehi... nehi Malik... I will tell you when and what to note.
Chacha-ji just nodded but his eyes were all over my sari-clad figure and I was pretty sure that he must have been also noting his servant’s naughty moves towards me!
Haria (walking in front of me now): Ab Bhabi-ji... pallu thora neeche karna padhega... blouse ko theek tarah se dekhna hai...
I knew that it was no the cards but still was hesitant out of natural womanly shyness. Chacha-ji easily caught me!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... iss mei sharmane ka koi baat nehi... Haria to ghar ka hi adami hai... aur phir wo tumhari tailor bhi hai... (he paused a bit) ..tailor aur doctor ke samne sharmana kaisa!
I giggled still being hesitant to lower my pallu.
Chacha-ji: Are uss din to wo sala doctor mera pant utar diya! Paier me kuch dard tha... to usse mera stance aur gait dekhna tha... to wo to sala mujhe nanga karke walk karwaya! Ye to phir bhi achha hai!
What did Chacha-ji mean? Haria as a tailor would make me naked for taking measurement! What rubbish!
I just nodded and clenching my lips hesitatingly. I was nervous, but did not want to delay because then Chacha-ji would surely add some more spice in his talks!
I slowly lowered my pallu off my shoulder. Chacha-ji and Haria were looking at my action as if they were just awarded some lottery prize! I looked down and slowly pushed it down until my whole bosom was exposed before them and dropped my pallu on the floor.
My heavy milk-filled tits looked like two bombs under my blouse!
Obviously I was looking very tempting and the fact remained that standing in front of two males in that sexy fashion made my extremely edgy and elated too! As I looked down I could easily note that an inch of my creamy cleavage was visible in an extremely lucrative manner over the top of my blouse and as I raised my eyes I noted in the mirror that my boobs were looking awfully eye-catching especially as I was wearing a bra inside. My cheeks were turning crimson as I could read that my sexy show was making male blood pressure rise like anything!
Haria: Sukriya Bhabi-ji... dekh leta hoon...
Saying that he quickly was onto his task and like a professional ladies tailor, he got his face closer to my boobs for inspecting my blouse fitting. Haria was so near to my boobies now that I could feel that his warm breath as if bounced off my tits! I felt extremely tight now and I could sense that my nipples were growing and getting harder inside my bra.
Haria: Ye dekhiye Bhabi-ji... ye to aage se bhi loose hai!
He said while pulling my blouse a little in the front in my U-shaped neck area to see how loose it was from the front. I could now continuously feel the tailor’s warm breaths on the naked upper part of my boobs. There was no way I could avoid that I was easily getting addicted to it and was unable to control my emotions! Haria again pulled my blouse at my U-neck and this time he made sure that his fingers touched abundantly the top half of my breasts which remained exposed over my blouse!
Me: Aaahh....
I let out a soft moan, very subtly, but Haria caught it!
Haria: Kya hua Bhabi-ji?
Me (with a red face): Ku... kuch nehi!
Haria: O! Tab thik hai... mai socha aap ko shayad lag gaya hai... actually Bhabi-ji mera nakhoon hameisha bada rehta hai... to mujhe laga aap ko kahi kharoch lag gaya...
Me: Nehi nehi... aisi koi baat nehi...
Chacha-ji: Are Beti.... Haria ki concern ko samjho!
I looked questionably at Chacha-ji as I could not grasp what he tried to hint!
Chacha-ji: Agar kharoch lag gaya aur Vinay koi question kare tumse..
Me: Vinay? Wo kaha se aaya?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... tumhare mamme pe kharoch ayega to raat ko Vinay to question kar hi sakta hai na... meri biwi ke blouse ke andar kharaoch kaise aya! Maine to kuch nehi kiya! Iss liye Haria chintit ho gaya tha! Ha ha ha....
He laughed out loud and Haria also joined the party. I could not also stop myself from smiling shyly realizing Haria’s concern though at the back of my mind I was depressive as I had no ‘physical’ contact with my husband during that period!
Haria: He he he... koi aur jagah hota Bhabi-ji to baat alag tha...
I giggled very shamelessly assuring my tailor that it was not the case, but could not reveal to him that I was already excited through his touches only!
Chacha-ji: Chalo... bahut go gaya hasi-mazak... Haria... apne kam se matlab rakkho.
Haria: Ji Malik.
Haria again started checking the U-neck of my blouse and time and again was touching my top boob flesh. I was evidently getting quite stimulated by this ‘checkup’. He again stretched my blouse neck and this time he pulled it so much that surely he could see the position of my white bra strap inside my blouse traveling from my shoulder onto my breasts.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... iss blouse ko kafi alter kiya ja sakta hai... kitne kapde waste kiya hai... aur fir fitting bhi thik nehi hai!
Though he said the above to me, Chacha-ji intervened.
Chacha-ji: Are iss liye to teri Bhabi-ji apne aap ko tujhe swaopa hai...
Me: What?
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... mera matlab hai... iss liye to hum usse bulaye hain... so that he can alter your blouse properly and if there are any fitting issues, he will also fix that naa!
Me: Ji...
Haria (taking the measurement tape): Theek hai Bhabi-ji...abhi aap apne haath upar karo!
Me: Matlab?
Haria demonstrated how he wanted me to lift my arms so that he could start taking measurements. Feeling rather tight I obeyed it and as soon as I did that I realized that my big firm mammaries as if sprung out from my blouse and as if was spilling out revealing more of my creamy cleavage and actual boob flesh!
Haria (babbling again): Oh! Kaash ye mamme ko main masal sakta!
Me: Kya? Kya bakbak karta rehta hai tu mann hi mann mein?
Haria (as he put the tape around my back): Cal...calcu... calculations Bhab-ji! Calculations!
While doing this act, he got his face very near to my tits and I felt extremely shy and did not know where to look! My heavy breathing only made things worse as I noted my tailor was keenly watching that sexy movement and the more I breathed heavily and sweated more, my whole bra outline was getting progressively exposed through the thin fabric of my blouse.
Haria babbled some numbers to Chacha-ji which he noted down and then got the tape in front again. He embraced the tape on my breast circumference and his hands were now exactly in front my boobs – his two hands and my two tits - I doubted that I would not be able to even protect myself if he simply gripped and squeezed my breasts – my position was so compromised at that time!
The tape was encircling my boobs under my lifted hands any my sweaty round armpit patches were well exposed to both males.
Thank God! None of the males commented on my sweaty armpits today, though they seem to lick it with their eyes as and when they were getting a chance!
As my tailor tightened and loosened the tape over my blouse covered tits so as to stretch properly, his fingers touched my firm boob flesh copiously; though it was only brushing my pulse had risen significantly and blood was starting to rush through my vessels! I could easily sense that my nipples were trying to stand tall under my tight bra.
Haria adjusted his hands again and this time his hands were positioned exactly in front of my nipples! Was he able to figure out my nipple impressions through my blouse and bra?
Haria: (Tightening the measuring tape a little): Itna tight thik hai Bhabi-ji?
I decided rather than concentrating on my semi-elated state I should concentrate on my blouse fitting, otherwise I would land up in a loose misfit blouse.
Me: Umm... ye to loo... loo... loose hai... aur thoda tight karo!
Haria was enthusiastic at my reply and tightened the tape more and now his fingers started touching and gently pressing my boobs! I was not able to control my flow now any more and sensed the known itch in my choot inside my panty and hence just tried to focus on the fitting.
Haria: Ye thik hai?
Haria had started feeling the round contours of my firm boob flesh now and it felt soft and cushiony to his fingers!
Me: Nehi... tho... thora aur tight karo!
I was focussing on my fitting and I knew that most of the time I would be wearing my blouse without a brassiere and hence I needed a much tighter fit such that my heavy milk-filled mammaries did not sway much inside my blouse in my bra-less state.
Haria tightened the tape further on my boobs and stepped closer to me in order to execute it properly. He was practically just about 3-4 inches away from me and I could sniff his manly odor! I could sense that our breaths were colliding with each other and as his fingers tightly pressed against my firm boob flesh my composure was briskly evaporating! I shuffled a bit to remain within limits and Haria was so wicked that he simply pushed forward his crotch and I eventually landed up feeling his erect dick onto my warm thighs! I looked down momentarily and was shocked to note that his dick had probably grown to full size and was now poking out of his tight half-pant in an extremely indecent fashion!
He tightened the tape further and virtually pressed my breasts from the front with his knuckles!
Haria: Ab thik hai? Bhabi-ji?
He looked into my eyes. I had to lower my eyelids in shame and shiver the way his knuckles continued to press my tight boob flesh. He also had a smile on his face as if everything was so normal! As he continuously pressed his fingers on my firm spongy breast flesh in the pretext of tightening the measuring tape, I sensed that he was also trying to push his thumb onto my blouse-covered boob surface trying to trace my nipples!
The naughty rascal!
What to do? Things indeed were slipping from my hands. A simple blouse altering session was turning out to be too hot for me to handle!
I was clueless and just then as my eyes turned towards Chacha-ji I was just speechless! The elderly man was openly stroking and massaging his lund over his lungi seeing Haria’s naughty moves!
Both males had started behaving indecently and giving explicit signals to me! And myself being a married woman devoid of physical contact with my husband for a good 2-3 months and especially engaged recently in the task of enticing and teasing my grownup son sensually, I was an easy prey.
Though I knew I should not play with fire but due to my semi-elated state and heated condition I could not simply stop enjoying this! Moreover, with Chacha-ji present it was not possible for Haria to misbehave with me. He had to be within his limits.
Me: Ye to... aaah… mera matlab... zyada tight ho gaya!
I almost whispered, but Haria did not release the pressure and was looking at my eyes. He was immensely close to me and had now angled his leg so that his knee started to poke on my smooth rotund thighs.
Me: Aahhh...please… itna nahin Haira...dard ho raha hai…
He moved his hands a little up and down altering the tape making sure he was pushing aplenty against my tit flesh causing them to bounce and rebound inside my blouse cover!
Haira: Sorry Bhabi-ji… ab thik hai?
Saying that he moved his fingers side to side to rub and feel my taut breasts. I was indeed enjoying the feel and my ‘fasting’ figure expected more!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… mere khayal se… aap khud hi ekbar dikha dijiye aap ko exactly kitna tight ya loose chahiye?
I smiled at him recognizing what he meant. Since my arms were held up to give complete free access to the tailor to my boobs, I lowered my hands and caught his hands and shamelessly started adjusting them to get the right tightness! As I touched his fingers I started feeling more elated as I could feel Haria was trying to clench my fingers just like a lover does to his partner! Seeing the opportunity, he was also pressing his fingers more deliberately onto my firm boobs eying my deep cleavage, which was now even more visible over the top of my blouse.
Me: Ye… ye thik rahega!
I finally adjusted the tape to my satisfaction and the naughty rascal appreciated and agreed to that by tracing and jabbing at my nipples over my blouse and bra! He also read the tape measurement and narrated Chacha-ji some numbers which I was obviously not interested in.
Haria: Aur Bhabi-ji… hooks rehne de ke buttons laga de? Jaise aapko dikhaya picture mei…
I instantly remember the picture of the woman wearing a wet yellow blouse without a bra and the whole beauty of her breasts being exposed including her dark brown areola and erect nipples. I naturally felt more tight, but nodded to him for the change.
Haria again related some numbers to Chacha-ji about gaping of the buttons which Chacha-ji notd down in the notebook.
Haria: Aur Bhabi-ji… back ko chota kar deta hoon… isse aapki peeth bhi khuli rahengi aur garmi bhi kam lagegi …
Me: O… okay… jaise tum thik samjho!
Haria went towards my back and started measuring me there.
Haria: Deep cut back kar deta hoon Bhabi-ji… deep U...
Saying that he started measuring the height of my blouse back, which existed, and then related that he would reduce it to half the present height. As Chacha-ji noted down the altered measurement I could feel his rough fingers rubbing and brushing against my exposed peeth. He even traced and felt my bra strap over my blouse as well as occasionally pushed his fingers below my blouse at the excuse of measuring my back! He must have had a super-erection while doing this and once he even pushed his prick onto my round sari-covered ass!
I let out soft moans very shamelessly now as he did all this groping in the name of taking measurement! I had to shuffle time and again to remain somewhat comfortable and the naughty rascal must have been also noting my round sexy ass globes moving inside my sari. Haria had taken the measurements of my back and was again facing me.
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aage se bhi neck bada kar deta hoon… dekhiye ga… isse aap kitni comfortable feel karengi!
Me: O…okay.
