Update 11
Chacha-ji broke his silence after a long time; all this time he was watching me and Haria get close in the name of taking measurement!
Chacha-ji: Yes Haria… aise kar dena taki teri Bhabi-ji ko garmi se koi shikayat na rahe!
Haria: Ji Malik… kar denge… aap nischint rahiye!
Haria: Bolo Bhabi-ji… kitna deep chahiye?
Me: Tu… tum dekh lo... iss blouse se zya... zyada karo thoda…
Haria: Are Bhabi-ji, ye to bahut hi conservative cut hai… I will cut it to a modern U... that will take care of your sweat and... (now lowering his voice, just for me to hear) …you will also look very attractive Bhabi-ji...
Me (whispering): O... okay.
This was the first time Haria tried to get intimate with me through his chat also and hinted directly to me.
Haria (still in a low voice): Vinay Bhaiya will surely tip me for this...when he sees you Bhabi-ji in the altered blouse!
My condition was so pathetic that instead of presenting him with a good tight slap I giggled and blushed at this dirty comment of the low class man!
He then put one end of the tape on the base of my neck and started stretching the tape down towards my conical breasts. While doing this he was amply rubbing his fingers on my smooth naked chest in the U-neck area of my blouse. He had also bent towards me for this measurement such that his face was very near mine and frankly at a kissable distance!
I could observe his gaze roving on my exposed boob area and was going down my neck along the thin gold chain I was wearing. The gold chain had gone down inside my cleavage through my coin-box inside my blouse and it must have been creating an additional sex appeal to my long and slender neck! Haria could see my well formed bare collar bones. I could feel his fingers were traveling down my chest and getting nearer to my cleavage. I was feeling immensely ecstatic by this slow caressing by my tailor in the name of measurement and almost had my eyes closed in sheer thrill and excitement!
Haria was naturally getting bolder seeing my cooperation and got his hand further down and it was now just between my two milk tanks!
Haria: Itna deep Bhabi-ji?
Though he asked me the question but I was simply not in the mood to answer that as I was more keen to enjoy his bold touches on my tits. So I just nodded negatively so that he continued his measurement session, but what he said next made me virtually froze!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… dekhiye agar modern cut dena hai aapki blouse ko… to aur deep karna padhega… isse nehi hoga… par uske liye appko… mera matlab… ek do hooks kholne parenge… nehi to thik se measurement kiase loonga?
My half-closed eyes automatically opened in some shock!
Me: Kya? ...hooks kholne parenge…matlab?
Did he want me to open my blouse in front of him now for measurement purpose?
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aap naraaz mat hoiye… ye to aam baat hai... measurement lene ke samay ye kabhi kabhi karna padhta hai… nehi to aap ki fitting thik nehi hogi naa!
Mature women open their blouses in front of a male tailor and “ye to aam baat hai...”! Was it true? I wondered. Though I had the experience of going to ladies tailors, but I never encountered such awful request from my tailor!
Chacha-ji could not hold his silence any more and came up with his out of the box thinking and suggestion!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... Don’t feel shy! Haria to ghar ka hi hai... and you obviously would want a good fitting blouse.... isn’t it?
Me: Ji... that’s true Chacha-ji... par... I mean...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... Dekh Haria... teri Bhabi-ji ko sharam aa rahi hai blouse kholne mei... iska koi aur koi raasta hai?
Haria: Nehi Malik... modern cut U-neck ke liye to itna karna hi hoga... nehi to ye conservative style hi rehne dijiye!
Chacha-ji: nehi... nehi... teri Bhabi-ji ko adunik style ke hi blouse chahiye Ram ke liye...
Me: Chacha-ji! (I almost exclaimed and shouted)
Haria: Ab iss mei Ram kaha se aya Malik!
Chacha-ji: Are yaar! Mai bhi na... I meant that if we delay the measurement process unnecessarily we might collide with Ram’s timing!
Haria: O ho! To waise boliye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti! Let’s do one thing... you just turn away from Haria and open your blouse and he will take the measurement from your backside... I feel you will then feel less embarrassed as you will not face him and... and for that matter you will not face me too... He he he...
He looked amusingly at me.
Me: Nehi nehi... wo baat nehi hai... aap to mere... err... wo baat bilkulk nehi hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay.... to yehi karo Beti... after all you cannot blame Haria... as he is doing this for your purpose only Beti!
He underlined the word ‘your purpose’ and I knew what he meant and had to nod to it!
Haria: To Bhabi-ji... aap ghoom jao aur apane blouse ke ek hook khol do! Let me check.... and then I will let if you need to open more hooks or not!
I shyly turned away from him and as well as from Chacha-ji, which definitely gave me some respite. I could probably hear my heart beats as my heart was drumming due to my nervousness and elatedness as I took my hands to the topmost hook of my blouse to open it! Both males were now at my back – my pallu was lying on the floor and the whole of my midriff and waist were visible to them from my back as well as my heavy and round sari-covered bottom.
Haria: Khol diye Bhabi-ji?
Me: Ha...
Haria quickly dropped the measuring tape again from my neck again towards my uncovered breast valley. Since he was taller than me he surely was able to peep down my boobs from over my shoulders from my backside. He naturally could see more of my creamy cleavage and the top of my coconut-shaped mammaries in greater proportion. As he brought his hand on my cleavage I almost shivered and shuffled a bit and he was mischievous enough to press his erect dick onto my flaring ass flesh. I could not say anything also to him as it was me who agreed to take measurements like that. Naturally my breathing rate was escalating and my lips were getting dry quickly depicting my elated and anxious state.
Haria now moved down his fingers further in between my two breasts touching the warm top flesh of my boobs and moving his hand side-to-side to get a better feel of my firm tit flesh almost inside my blouse! Since the top hook of my blouse was now open he could easily see the denseness of my mammaries also being clasped in my bra!
Haria: Umm... please open one more hook Bhabi-ji... then I will take that measurement... surely your altered blouse will look very modern with a deep U neck and a deep U-back!
Ek aur hook! But that way half of my heavy boob flesh would be out of my blouse!
Chacha-ji: Ha Haria... bilkul modern style hona chahiye! Teri Bhabi-ji ko adhinik paridhan bahut pasand hai... par bewaja sharm ke mare pehen nehi pati hai...
Haria: Ji Malik! Ye bahut si shadi-shuda aurat ki problem hai...mai dekha hoon ladies tailor shop mei kaam karte huye bhi... but you know Malik once a married lady sheds her inhibition about wearing modern cuts and outfits... she can go many a mile!
Chacha-ji: Yes I am sure your Bhabi-ji will also shed her reservations soon as you said... and reject her conservative clothing and go for modern cuts. You just help her with stitching new things...
Haria: Zaroor Malik!
All along as he was chatting with Chacha-ji, he was standing very close to me and deliberately touching and pushing his erect lund onto my ass. I could not look down in shame, but surely there would have been a steep tent formed in front of his half-pant! Since Chacha-ji was behind him I presumed that the elderly man was not able to detect his naughty exploit. I had opened another hook and naturally a good amount of my heaving mammary flesh was now exposed. I could also note that my bra cups were also visible from the front now.
Haria: Khol diye Bhabi-ji?
Though he was tall enough to note that I was standing with my top two blouse hooks totally open, he still asked. Was that out of decency? I nodded shyly.
Haria: Sukriya Madam...
Saying that he again pushed his hand in between my boob valley and this time a good two inch milky cleavage was visible to him. He could feel my warm dense flesh with his fingers as he took the measurement. Indeed his body was now too close to mine and I could clearly feel his throbbing cock pushing against my taut ass flesh from inside his pants. Was he trying to indicate me something? He even clearly palpated my boob flesh with his fingers while noting the measurement! I had to accept this naughty and daring act from my tailor silently; honestly I was in no mood to protest too!
He narrated some numbers to Chacha-ji and concluded that this time my blouse U-neck cut will be ultramodern and I would feel fabulous wearing it. I was about to close my blouse hooks when he interrupted!
Haria: Wait Bhabi-ji... ek bar niche se bhi dekh leta hoon... mujhe to lagta hai... ye blouse niche se bhi slight loose hai! Don’t you feel it?
Me (extremely shyly): I don’t know...
Haria quickly came to my side and bent down slightly to my bosom level and simply pushed one finger of his left hand right inside my blouse from the bottom!
I almost shrieked and moaned out feeling a male finger inside my blouse, but somehow controlled myself! He could straight-away feel the bottom of my left boob over my bra! He poked his finger on the heavy round flesh of my left breast and simultaneously pushed his khada lund onto my ass flesh. Previously it was gently touching and pressing of his hard dick on my firm flesh-packed bottom, but this time he just stabbed it quite deliberately onto my ass cheek!
Me: Aaahhh!
I could not stop letting out a soft ‘controlled’ moan!
Haria again babbled some numbers to Chacha-ji about the base fitting of my blouse and while doing that he probably noticed that I had tied my sari well below my deep navel. My gora and chikna belly was totally exposed as my pallu was lying on the floor. As he was bending down at my boob level, he must have been able to notice the depth of my navel and the sexy curves of my bare waist also!
Haria now stood straight and took out his finger from under my blouse and brushed his hand intentionally against my stomach and navel while getting it back. The feeling of a man’s hand on my body so directly did not happen in some months and it made me almost mad and I had to close my eyes to control my emotions.
Seeing that Haria instantly increased pressure of his khada lund on my sari-covered ass globe as if to indicate that if I would allow more, he would give me more!
Haria (almost whispered in my ears): Bhabi-ji... mera khyal se aapki sides ka measurement bhi le lena chahiye...fir blouse ki fitting aur bhi achhi hogi!
Me: O...okay... le lo!
The way I instantly replied to him probably clearly depicted my hunger for more male touch on my body!
Haria: Sukriya Bhabi-ji... umm... ab aap apna haath zara sar ke upar kijiye... aur straight rakhiye...
As he said he did not wait for me and pulled my hands upwards. I could sense a confidence and boldness in Haria.
Haria: Straight rakhne se... measurement bilkul accurate ayega!
Me: O... okhay...
I could hardly pronounce as I raised my hands straight over my head; as I did that my blouse also went up and my heavy boobs looked more appealing and uplifted! Haria quickly went to my side and started stretching the tape from the middle of my back towards my left breast. I was still standing with two hooks open and shamelessly displaying my upper treasures. Haria was no longer (as per Chacha-ji’s; prescription) at my backside and he could jolly well enjoy unrestricted and unhindered view of my half-open mammaries from the side!
Haria was brushing his fingers on every millimeter of my jawan curves through which the measuring tape traveled towards my left breast. I was naturally sweating with all this very direct touching and caressing and my armpits looked awfully sexy with two round sweat patches advertised significantly with my hands being help up! I wondered if Haria was getting aroused by the aroma of my sweaty body!?!
Haria stopped stretching the tape as he reached approximately the center of my left boob. I realized he was targeting my nipple and with my elated condition he could easily trace my swollen nipple impression under my bra and blouse! He then pressed his fingers against my bulging left mammary so that the tape would not get loose. As he pressed deeper I just could not take it any more as he was pressing directly on top of my swollen left nipple! My lips opened in ecstasy and with closed eyes I gushed out a soft long moan! My hot breaths were hitting his face and Haria cleverly covered my situation.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... if you move... I am unable to assess the measurement properly... do not move please!
Me: Ohh...Ohkhayy...
I uttered very sexily in a husky whispering tone. Haria did not move his finger a millimeter so that I could feel a little relieved and continued to purposefully poke my left nipple naughtily. I was totally unaware that standing with my hands above my head had forced my blouse to travel up my body exposing more of my midriff and as a result my blouse had slipped up over my bra and had exposed the lower part of my white bra cup!
Haria (murmuring): Uff! Kya item ho tum Bhabi-ji! Kapde ke andar bomb ho bomb!
My sensual exposing must have made my tailor more horny. Haria now pressed his hand on my left boob again and got the tape to stretch tighter on my side. I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder and standing erect inside my bra getting a continuous male press! Haria must have sensed completely the way my left nipple grew to its full size inside my dress under his finger pressure! I blushed even in that condition thinking of that!
Now Haria moved the tape and started measuring my right side. He stretched the tape again from my back towards the center of my right boob and made sure to rub and brush his fingers against my soft curves all along the tape. I was naturally breathing hard now as a result of my nipple pressing by the tailor and Haria was also no longer at my side and had come to face me. I was not able to meet eyes with him in natural womanly shyness and had closed my eyes which in a way certified that he could probably touch me limitlessly!
Haria as if obeyed that and he started to measure my right side; I could sense that he had a purpose this time as his moves were bolder and the touches stronger! As he brought his hand from my back along the tape to the center of my right breast, he pressed his hand against my firm boob flesh in a strong and deliberate manner, as if with a purpose! And when his fingers reached the center of my right mammary, he literally was trying to cup my breast making his fingers like a funnel! He pressed (or should I say squeezed) my right boob adequately from the front and then was busy searching for my nipple, which obviously he did not have to search long due to my elated state. Haria was able to feel my swollen right nipple under my blouse as it was already ‘up’ and hard and he brushed his fingers against it while holding to the measuring tape.
Me: Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuccccccchhhhhh!
I could not stop myself from crying out very sexily as for the first time Haria went beyond his measurement limits! Till such time Haria was pressing and jabbing my nipple, but this time I could clearly sense Haria held my swollen right nipple in between his two fingers and tried to condense it!
Haria: Oh Sorry Bhabi-ji... maine shayad kuch zyada hi tight kar diya!
I opened my eyes, met his eyes, and looked down. He also knew what he did and I also knew what pleasure I got from his action. I was feeling so tight and heated up that I again closed my eyes allowing him to get naughty freely.
Chacha-ji: Kya re Haria... left cup-size bola... par right side ka kya hua? Chup kiyu hai? Kar kya raha hai tu apne Bhabi-ji ke mamme leke?
My breathing automatically increased listening to Chacha-ji’s words. Did he suspect anything? I thought Haria was doing his job quite professionally. Was Chacha-ji able to notice that I was liberally allowing Haria to caress my breast area?
Haria: Kya Malik?!? Aap bhi na kuch bhi bol dete hain! How can I take blouse measurement without touching Bhabi-ji’s breasts?
He paused, pressed and felt my ripe breast flesh with his thumb and other fingers and then replied.
Haria: Aur thoda time to lagta hai Malik blouse mei... itne sare cheez hai iss mei... sleeve, neck, back, cup size, side-stitch... upar se Bhabi-ji itna hil rahi hai... I am unable to take accurate measurements!
Chacha-ji: okay, okay... no excuses needed.
Haria was again stretching the tape in his hands in the pretext of pressing and feeling my ripe milk-filled fleshy boobs. The whole objective seemed to have changed so quickly! Previously Haria was touching my private areas in the pretext of measurement but with time he seemed to have built up confidence to touch me quite aggressively! As my eyes were closed I could read his actions from his finger movements. He was continuously pressing my tight boob flesh while holding the tape and once or twice he had the courage to cup my right boob!
I was naturally breathing very heavily and it seemed my bra would give way to my heaving boobs! I was feeling very strained inside especially with my nipples pushing on my bra cups inside my blouse. Moreover, Haria was time and again tapping on my erect nipples thereby making my condition more stimulated and horny.
Chacha-ji on the other hand was surely getting irritated seeing his servant play with the measuring tape (read ‘play with a housewife’s well developed boobs) right in front of his nose! At last Haria narrated my right cup size to Chacha-ji, but unfortunately by that time the elderly man was squarely frustrated!
Chacha-ji: Abe jaldi kar! Kitna time lagta hai ek-ek maap lete hua? Mai kya sara din pencil-paper leke baitha rahoonga!
Was Chacha-ji envious about the way Haria was touching me? Was the elderly man frustrated? I smiled within myself and certainly enjoyed this attention!
Haria: Nehi nehi Malik! Bas ho gaya!
Chacha-ji: Kya ho gaya? Ha? Mai to sirf dekh raha hoon ke tu sala teri Bhabi-ji ki mamme par apna haath ragad raha hai! Teri Bhabi-ji achhi hai... iss liye kuch nehi keh rahi hai... koi dusra aurat hoti to...
Haria: Malik... Bhabi-ji ho ya dusri aurat... time taken will not depend on that!
Chachai-ji: Then what does it depend upon?
Haria: It depends on the breast size of the woman whom I am measuring! Agar Bhabi-ji ke choochiyan choti hoti... to zyada time nehi lagta... par Malik... Bhabi-ji ki choochiyan to dekhiye! 34+... aur bilkul pak-e huya nariyel ke tarah badi hai... to iss leherdar (=wavy) khsetra ki maap lene mei to time lagega na Malik!
How could I still stand silently? I should have died in shame! The servant of the house was describing my breasts to my landlord and I was listening to that and standing in front of them with my half-open blouse! The situation compelled me to swallow this humiliation too!
Chacha-ji: Achha achha... to aisi baat hai!
Haria: Ji Malik... aur ab mai aap ko... cup-to-cup ka gap bata-ta hoon... matlab Bhabi-ji ke dono mamme ki shikhar ka gap... Oho! Ek minute Malik... rukiye! Ye sala tape bar bar wrinkle ho ja raha hai! Usko sidha kar loon!
Saying that he held the tape from both ends and stretched over my breasts from left to right! I had never encountered any ladies tailor take measurements like that and could easily detect that he was trying to fool Chacha-ji for the sake of touching my ripe fruits. I could feel that he had started to rub and brush his hand on the tape in order to smoothen the wrinkles of the tape and simultaneously was feeling my hillocks very copiously! I clenched my lips and fisted my palms to control my emotions as I felt Haria was subtly cupping my boobs with his hands while adjusting the tape. He was openly feeling my hardened nipples and even tried to twist my nipples over my bra and blouse!
He now stretched the measuring tape from the tip of my left breast to the tip of my right breast and measured the gap and related that to Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: To ab sara measurement complete hai na?
Haria: Ji Malik... complete ho gaya sara measurement... ab aap khali ek bar sara maap jo aap likhhe hai.... mujhe bayan kijiye... mai ek bar zara match kar loon!
I opened my eyes as I realized that the measurement process had ended but Haria indicated me through his eyes to keep my eyes closed. I did not realize at that moment what was Haria’s intention and what exactly did he mean by “match”. I was too innocent to realize that while Chacha-ji would be reading all the measurements from the scrapbook, he naturally would not be able to look at Haira and using that opportunity he would freely lay hands on my ripe treasures!
Haria: Zara dheere dheere boliyega Malik please... takso that I can match here...
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay!
I had closed my eyes and was thinking to go to toilet immediately after this was over and get rid of my bra to ease my breast tautness and also finger myself to drain out my heated physical condition. I was indeed quite handsomely elated by this low class man while taking my blouse measurement.
Chacha-ji started recounting the numbers as well as the label for each which he had written in the scrapbook. Haria was onto his task in a flash. He stood extremely close to me and pushed and poked his knee onto my thighs probably to indicate me to allow his moves! He kept his angled knee touching my warm smooth thighs over my sari and quickly extended his arms towards my back and started feeling my whole blouse-covered back with his hands. I was in a tremendously compromised position especially with my eyes closed as Haria’s hands were virtually embracing me and his leg was pushing my mid thighs!
I had started to breathe very heavily and in my stimulation was wetting my dry lips with my tongue, which in turn must have looked extremely sexy to the low class man especially in that situation. I immediately felt a push from his hands on my back which pushed me forward towards him and my heavy breasts gently touched and pressed against his flat chest. I naturally recoiled in natural shyness but I felt Haria’s strong embracing arms did not allow me to do that and forced me to keep my breasts in that gently squashing condition against his body. I could sense his warm breaths striking on my soft lips and cheeks making me extremely weak and fragile.
Chacha-ji continued to read each measurement meticulously and in a slow pace and Haria also was nodding to my landlord with “okay”, “bilkul”, and “Haa” so that it looked absolutely normal and routine while his naughty moves made me absolutely hot and desperate! Feeling and caressing my smooth blouse covered back adequately, Haria brought his hands to the front, but the way he did it made me moan and shriek! The wicked rogue dropped his hands from my back to my waist and as I was thinking that he would now brought his hands to my front to caress my boobs (for which, honestly, I was dying for), he just delayed things by dropping his hands further on the slope of my waist down to my hips onto my protruding firm bottom flesh and palmed my ass cheeks with both hands!
As I sighed deeply enjoying his cupping of my heavy ass flesh, Haria quickly brought his hands forward and straight-away cupped my breasts from beneath! He literally squeezed my two breasts with two hands and it was such a direct and rousing action that I had to open my eyes with my lips parted in sheer thrill! He whispered a soft “maafi” and continued light caressing and pressing of my boobs from the sides. As soon as I closed my eyes in utter satisfaction and pleasure, he immediately brought his right hand in front of my blouse where two top hooks were open and inserted his finger to the insides of my blouse and brassiere feeling my warm, dense and sweaty boob flesh. Since he knew the time was very limited he pushed his finger further inside my bra obviously trying to touch my nipple.
Me: Eeeeeiiiiiii....
I shrieked out again, though softly keeping in mind Chacha-ji’s presence, but Haria had gotten so horny touching my delicate private parts that he was trying to advance like a typhoon! He pushed and mashed his finger further into my closely-packed milk tanks pushing the edge of my bra cup! He already was able to reach the dark brown areola portion on my tits and wanted to protrude more! I naturally tried to move back knowing both his hands were on my blouse from the front and was able to succeed somewhat also but the low class man quickly adjusted his body in such an angle and closeness that I was left quivering in additional excitement!
All this time my hands were hanging by my side and Haria just went oblique to ensure that his crotch thrust against my right hand! I could clearly feel his stiff and erect land through his half-pant and I was not able to ignore the feel of that throbbing cock which was indeed thick and upright to turn on any matured woman! I naturally felt very weak and extremely horny as Haria rubbed and pressed his khada lund onto my right hand fingers. Though initially I pretended that I did not take notice of his thick hard dick, but moments later failed to just discount it and stretched my fingers to feel his manhood!
Never in my wildest dreams I would have thought that I would be touching the penis of the servant of the house… Haria… this low class irritating individual! But situation forced me into that and I realized that lund has no religion… a thick erect dick is always a married woman’s aspiration… no matter who possessed it!
As I breathed extremely heavily to break open my blouse hooks with Haria’s hand well inside my bra, I started feeling the length of my tailor’s chunky prick, which was indeed comparable with my husband’s. Since Haria was wearing no brief under his half-pant the touch and contact of his lund was very real! It was probably the first time I was touching a male dick so directly and intentionally apart from my husband’s. My head started tilting as I sighed and moaned in a very sexy and mellifluous manner. I could sense heavy breathing of Haria on my nose and cheeks as soon as my fingers started feeling the length of his dangling cock over his pants and not to mention about the squeezes he was giving to my dense heavy mammaries with his left hand while his right hand was still trying to make way through my tight bra to touch my naked nipple!
Thankfully I believed Chacha-ji did not look up as he was still reading the measurements slowly for my tailor and was not able to see our compromised posture.
Me: Ouch!
I could not stop letting out that long sexy sound off my lips as Haria finally was able to push his finger through my dense boob flesh to reach my nipple! I immediately opened my eyes and the poor fellow did not have the courage any more to face me and continue to hold on to my naked nipple; instantly he took out his finger from my bra cup. Chacha-ji also was naturally alerted.
Chacha-ji: Kya hua Beti?
I immediately detached my right hand off his crotch and placed it on my ass. Haria answered for me to cover up his daring act.
Haria: Kuch nehi Malik… mai shayad thoda zyada hi daba diya blouse ki tightness check karte huye!
Chacha-ji: Abe chutiye… tu kya janta nehi teri Bhabi-ji stan-paan karati hai… mamme zyada dabayega to uss se doodh nikal ayega naa! Aur abhi to apna Harpal bhi so raha hai… to fir kaun piyega? Tu?
I had to gulp down that humiliating remark too! Even in this enthralled condition, my face turned red in shame and disgrace! Did Chacha-ji not indicate about adult breastfeeding?
Chacha-ji: Yes Haria… aise kar dena taki teri Bhabi-ji ko garmi se koi shikayat na rahe!
Haria: Ji Malik… kar denge… aap nischint rahiye!
Haria: Bolo Bhabi-ji… kitna deep chahiye?
Me: Tu… tum dekh lo... iss blouse se zya... zyada karo thoda…
Haria: Are Bhabi-ji, ye to bahut hi conservative cut hai… I will cut it to a modern U... that will take care of your sweat and... (now lowering his voice, just for me to hear) …you will also look very attractive Bhabi-ji...
Me (whispering): O... okay.
This was the first time Haria tried to get intimate with me through his chat also and hinted directly to me.
Haria (still in a low voice): Vinay Bhaiya will surely tip me for this...when he sees you Bhabi-ji in the altered blouse!
My condition was so pathetic that instead of presenting him with a good tight slap I giggled and blushed at this dirty comment of the low class man!
He then put one end of the tape on the base of my neck and started stretching the tape down towards my conical breasts. While doing this he was amply rubbing his fingers on my smooth naked chest in the U-neck area of my blouse. He had also bent towards me for this measurement such that his face was very near mine and frankly at a kissable distance!
I could observe his gaze roving on my exposed boob area and was going down my neck along the thin gold chain I was wearing. The gold chain had gone down inside my cleavage through my coin-box inside my blouse and it must have been creating an additional sex appeal to my long and slender neck! Haria could see my well formed bare collar bones. I could feel his fingers were traveling down my chest and getting nearer to my cleavage. I was feeling immensely ecstatic by this slow caressing by my tailor in the name of measurement and almost had my eyes closed in sheer thrill and excitement!
Haria was naturally getting bolder seeing my cooperation and got his hand further down and it was now just between my two milk tanks!
Haria: Itna deep Bhabi-ji?
Though he asked me the question but I was simply not in the mood to answer that as I was more keen to enjoy his bold touches on my tits. So I just nodded negatively so that he continued his measurement session, but what he said next made me virtually froze!
Haria: Bhabi-ji… dekhiye agar modern cut dena hai aapki blouse ko… to aur deep karna padhega… isse nehi hoga… par uske liye appko… mera matlab… ek do hooks kholne parenge… nehi to thik se measurement kiase loonga?
My half-closed eyes automatically opened in some shock!
Me: Kya? ...hooks kholne parenge…matlab?
Did he want me to open my blouse in front of him now for measurement purpose?
Haria: Bhabi-ji… aap naraaz mat hoiye… ye to aam baat hai... measurement lene ke samay ye kabhi kabhi karna padhta hai… nehi to aap ki fitting thik nehi hogi naa!
Mature women open their blouses in front of a male tailor and “ye to aam baat hai...”! Was it true? I wondered. Though I had the experience of going to ladies tailors, but I never encountered such awful request from my tailor!
Chacha-ji could not hold his silence any more and came up with his out of the box thinking and suggestion!
Chacha-ji: Are Beti... Don’t feel shy! Haria to ghar ka hi hai... and you obviously would want a good fitting blouse.... isn’t it?
Me: Ji... that’s true Chacha-ji... par... I mean...
Chacha-ji: Hmm... Dekh Haria... teri Bhabi-ji ko sharam aa rahi hai blouse kholne mei... iska koi aur koi raasta hai?
Haria: Nehi Malik... modern cut U-neck ke liye to itna karna hi hoga... nehi to ye conservative style hi rehne dijiye!
Chacha-ji: nehi... nehi... teri Bhabi-ji ko adunik style ke hi blouse chahiye Ram ke liye...
Me: Chacha-ji! (I almost exclaimed and shouted)
Haria: Ab iss mei Ram kaha se aya Malik!
Chacha-ji: Are yaar! Mai bhi na... I meant that if we delay the measurement process unnecessarily we might collide with Ram’s timing!
Haria: O ho! To waise boliye naa!
Chacha-ji: Okay Beti! Let’s do one thing... you just turn away from Haria and open your blouse and he will take the measurement from your backside... I feel you will then feel less embarrassed as you will not face him and... and for that matter you will not face me too... He he he...
He looked amusingly at me.
Me: Nehi nehi... wo baat nehi hai... aap to mere... err... wo baat bilkulk nehi hai Chacha-ji!
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay.... to yehi karo Beti... after all you cannot blame Haria... as he is doing this for your purpose only Beti!
He underlined the word ‘your purpose’ and I knew what he meant and had to nod to it!
Haria: To Bhabi-ji... aap ghoom jao aur apane blouse ke ek hook khol do! Let me check.... and then I will let if you need to open more hooks or not!
I shyly turned away from him and as well as from Chacha-ji, which definitely gave me some respite. I could probably hear my heart beats as my heart was drumming due to my nervousness and elatedness as I took my hands to the topmost hook of my blouse to open it! Both males were now at my back – my pallu was lying on the floor and the whole of my midriff and waist were visible to them from my back as well as my heavy and round sari-covered bottom.
Haria: Khol diye Bhabi-ji?
Me: Ha...
Haria quickly dropped the measuring tape again from my neck again towards my uncovered breast valley. Since he was taller than me he surely was able to peep down my boobs from over my shoulders from my backside. He naturally could see more of my creamy cleavage and the top of my coconut-shaped mammaries in greater proportion. As he brought his hand on my cleavage I almost shivered and shuffled a bit and he was mischievous enough to press his erect dick onto my flaring ass flesh. I could not say anything also to him as it was me who agreed to take measurements like that. Naturally my breathing rate was escalating and my lips were getting dry quickly depicting my elated and anxious state.
Haria now moved down his fingers further in between my two breasts touching the warm top flesh of my boobs and moving his hand side-to-side to get a better feel of my firm tit flesh almost inside my blouse! Since the top hook of my blouse was now open he could easily see the denseness of my mammaries also being clasped in my bra!
Haria: Umm... please open one more hook Bhabi-ji... then I will take that measurement... surely your altered blouse will look very modern with a deep U neck and a deep U-back!
Ek aur hook! But that way half of my heavy boob flesh would be out of my blouse!
Chacha-ji: Ha Haria... bilkul modern style hona chahiye! Teri Bhabi-ji ko adhinik paridhan bahut pasand hai... par bewaja sharm ke mare pehen nehi pati hai...
Haria: Ji Malik! Ye bahut si shadi-shuda aurat ki problem hai...mai dekha hoon ladies tailor shop mei kaam karte huye bhi... but you know Malik once a married lady sheds her inhibition about wearing modern cuts and outfits... she can go many a mile!
Chacha-ji: Yes I am sure your Bhabi-ji will also shed her reservations soon as you said... and reject her conservative clothing and go for modern cuts. You just help her with stitching new things...
Haria: Zaroor Malik!
All along as he was chatting with Chacha-ji, he was standing very close to me and deliberately touching and pushing his erect lund onto my ass. I could not look down in shame, but surely there would have been a steep tent formed in front of his half-pant! Since Chacha-ji was behind him I presumed that the elderly man was not able to detect his naughty exploit. I had opened another hook and naturally a good amount of my heaving mammary flesh was now exposed. I could also note that my bra cups were also visible from the front now.
Haria: Khol diye Bhabi-ji?
Though he was tall enough to note that I was standing with my top two blouse hooks totally open, he still asked. Was that out of decency? I nodded shyly.
Haria: Sukriya Madam...
Saying that he again pushed his hand in between my boob valley and this time a good two inch milky cleavage was visible to him. He could feel my warm dense flesh with his fingers as he took the measurement. Indeed his body was now too close to mine and I could clearly feel his throbbing cock pushing against my taut ass flesh from inside his pants. Was he trying to indicate me something? He even clearly palpated my boob flesh with his fingers while noting the measurement! I had to accept this naughty and daring act from my tailor silently; honestly I was in no mood to protest too!
He narrated some numbers to Chacha-ji and concluded that this time my blouse U-neck cut will be ultramodern and I would feel fabulous wearing it. I was about to close my blouse hooks when he interrupted!
Haria: Wait Bhabi-ji... ek bar niche se bhi dekh leta hoon... mujhe to lagta hai... ye blouse niche se bhi slight loose hai! Don’t you feel it?
Me (extremely shyly): I don’t know...
Haria quickly came to my side and bent down slightly to my bosom level and simply pushed one finger of his left hand right inside my blouse from the bottom!
I almost shrieked and moaned out feeling a male finger inside my blouse, but somehow controlled myself! He could straight-away feel the bottom of my left boob over my bra! He poked his finger on the heavy round flesh of my left breast and simultaneously pushed his khada lund onto my ass flesh. Previously it was gently touching and pressing of his hard dick on my firm flesh-packed bottom, but this time he just stabbed it quite deliberately onto my ass cheek!
Me: Aaahhh!
I could not stop letting out a soft ‘controlled’ moan!
Haria again babbled some numbers to Chacha-ji about the base fitting of my blouse and while doing that he probably noticed that I had tied my sari well below my deep navel. My gora and chikna belly was totally exposed as my pallu was lying on the floor. As he was bending down at my boob level, he must have been able to notice the depth of my navel and the sexy curves of my bare waist also!
Haria now stood straight and took out his finger from under my blouse and brushed his hand intentionally against my stomach and navel while getting it back. The feeling of a man’s hand on my body so directly did not happen in some months and it made me almost mad and I had to close my eyes to control my emotions.
Seeing that Haria instantly increased pressure of his khada lund on my sari-covered ass globe as if to indicate that if I would allow more, he would give me more!
Haria (almost whispered in my ears): Bhabi-ji... mera khyal se aapki sides ka measurement bhi le lena chahiye...fir blouse ki fitting aur bhi achhi hogi!
Me: O...okay... le lo!
The way I instantly replied to him probably clearly depicted my hunger for more male touch on my body!
Haria: Sukriya Bhabi-ji... umm... ab aap apna haath zara sar ke upar kijiye... aur straight rakhiye...
As he said he did not wait for me and pulled my hands upwards. I could sense a confidence and boldness in Haria.
Haria: Straight rakhne se... measurement bilkul accurate ayega!
Me: O... okhay...
I could hardly pronounce as I raised my hands straight over my head; as I did that my blouse also went up and my heavy boobs looked more appealing and uplifted! Haria quickly went to my side and started stretching the tape from the middle of my back towards my left breast. I was still standing with two hooks open and shamelessly displaying my upper treasures. Haria was no longer (as per Chacha-ji’s; prescription) at my backside and he could jolly well enjoy unrestricted and unhindered view of my half-open mammaries from the side!
Haria was brushing his fingers on every millimeter of my jawan curves through which the measuring tape traveled towards my left breast. I was naturally sweating with all this very direct touching and caressing and my armpits looked awfully sexy with two round sweat patches advertised significantly with my hands being help up! I wondered if Haria was getting aroused by the aroma of my sweaty body!?!
Haria stopped stretching the tape as he reached approximately the center of my left boob. I realized he was targeting my nipple and with my elated condition he could easily trace my swollen nipple impression under my bra and blouse! He then pressed his fingers against my bulging left mammary so that the tape would not get loose. As he pressed deeper I just could not take it any more as he was pressing directly on top of my swollen left nipple! My lips opened in ecstasy and with closed eyes I gushed out a soft long moan! My hot breaths were hitting his face and Haria cleverly covered my situation.
Haria: Bhabi-ji... if you move... I am unable to assess the measurement properly... do not move please!
Me: Ohh...Ohkhayy...
I uttered very sexily in a husky whispering tone. Haria did not move his finger a millimeter so that I could feel a little relieved and continued to purposefully poke my left nipple naughtily. I was totally unaware that standing with my hands above my head had forced my blouse to travel up my body exposing more of my midriff and as a result my blouse had slipped up over my bra and had exposed the lower part of my white bra cup!
Haria (murmuring): Uff! Kya item ho tum Bhabi-ji! Kapde ke andar bomb ho bomb!
My sensual exposing must have made my tailor more horny. Haria now pressed his hand on my left boob again and got the tape to stretch tighter on my side. I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder and standing erect inside my bra getting a continuous male press! Haria must have sensed completely the way my left nipple grew to its full size inside my dress under his finger pressure! I blushed even in that condition thinking of that!
Now Haria moved the tape and started measuring my right side. He stretched the tape again from my back towards the center of my right boob and made sure to rub and brush his fingers against my soft curves all along the tape. I was naturally breathing hard now as a result of my nipple pressing by the tailor and Haria was also no longer at my side and had come to face me. I was not able to meet eyes with him in natural womanly shyness and had closed my eyes which in a way certified that he could probably touch me limitlessly!
Haria as if obeyed that and he started to measure my right side; I could sense that he had a purpose this time as his moves were bolder and the touches stronger! As he brought his hand from my back along the tape to the center of my right breast, he pressed his hand against my firm boob flesh in a strong and deliberate manner, as if with a purpose! And when his fingers reached the center of my right mammary, he literally was trying to cup my breast making his fingers like a funnel! He pressed (or should I say squeezed) my right boob adequately from the front and then was busy searching for my nipple, which obviously he did not have to search long due to my elated state. Haria was able to feel my swollen right nipple under my blouse as it was already ‘up’ and hard and he brushed his fingers against it while holding to the measuring tape.
Me: Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuccccccchhhhhh!
I could not stop myself from crying out very sexily as for the first time Haria went beyond his measurement limits! Till such time Haria was pressing and jabbing my nipple, but this time I could clearly sense Haria held my swollen right nipple in between his two fingers and tried to condense it!
Haria: Oh Sorry Bhabi-ji... maine shayad kuch zyada hi tight kar diya!
I opened my eyes, met his eyes, and looked down. He also knew what he did and I also knew what pleasure I got from his action. I was feeling so tight and heated up that I again closed my eyes allowing him to get naughty freely.
Chacha-ji: Kya re Haria... left cup-size bola... par right side ka kya hua? Chup kiyu hai? Kar kya raha hai tu apne Bhabi-ji ke mamme leke?
My breathing automatically increased listening to Chacha-ji’s words. Did he suspect anything? I thought Haria was doing his job quite professionally. Was Chacha-ji able to notice that I was liberally allowing Haria to caress my breast area?
Haria: Kya Malik?!? Aap bhi na kuch bhi bol dete hain! How can I take blouse measurement without touching Bhabi-ji’s breasts?
He paused, pressed and felt my ripe breast flesh with his thumb and other fingers and then replied.
Haria: Aur thoda time to lagta hai Malik blouse mei... itne sare cheez hai iss mei... sleeve, neck, back, cup size, side-stitch... upar se Bhabi-ji itna hil rahi hai... I am unable to take accurate measurements!
Chacha-ji: okay, okay... no excuses needed.
Haria was again stretching the tape in his hands in the pretext of pressing and feeling my ripe milk-filled fleshy boobs. The whole objective seemed to have changed so quickly! Previously Haria was touching my private areas in the pretext of measurement but with time he seemed to have built up confidence to touch me quite aggressively! As my eyes were closed I could read his actions from his finger movements. He was continuously pressing my tight boob flesh while holding the tape and once or twice he had the courage to cup my right boob!
I was naturally breathing very heavily and it seemed my bra would give way to my heaving boobs! I was feeling very strained inside especially with my nipples pushing on my bra cups inside my blouse. Moreover, Haria was time and again tapping on my erect nipples thereby making my condition more stimulated and horny.
Chacha-ji on the other hand was surely getting irritated seeing his servant play with the measuring tape (read ‘play with a housewife’s well developed boobs) right in front of his nose! At last Haria narrated my right cup size to Chacha-ji, but unfortunately by that time the elderly man was squarely frustrated!
Chacha-ji: Abe jaldi kar! Kitna time lagta hai ek-ek maap lete hua? Mai kya sara din pencil-paper leke baitha rahoonga!
Was Chacha-ji envious about the way Haria was touching me? Was the elderly man frustrated? I smiled within myself and certainly enjoyed this attention!
Haria: Nehi nehi Malik! Bas ho gaya!
Chacha-ji: Kya ho gaya? Ha? Mai to sirf dekh raha hoon ke tu sala teri Bhabi-ji ki mamme par apna haath ragad raha hai! Teri Bhabi-ji achhi hai... iss liye kuch nehi keh rahi hai... koi dusra aurat hoti to...
Haria: Malik... Bhabi-ji ho ya dusri aurat... time taken will not depend on that!
Chachai-ji: Then what does it depend upon?
Haria: It depends on the breast size of the woman whom I am measuring! Agar Bhabi-ji ke choochiyan choti hoti... to zyada time nehi lagta... par Malik... Bhabi-ji ki choochiyan to dekhiye! 34+... aur bilkul pak-e huya nariyel ke tarah badi hai... to iss leherdar (=wavy) khsetra ki maap lene mei to time lagega na Malik!
How could I still stand silently? I should have died in shame! The servant of the house was describing my breasts to my landlord and I was listening to that and standing in front of them with my half-open blouse! The situation compelled me to swallow this humiliation too!
Chacha-ji: Achha achha... to aisi baat hai!
Haria: Ji Malik... aur ab mai aap ko... cup-to-cup ka gap bata-ta hoon... matlab Bhabi-ji ke dono mamme ki shikhar ka gap... Oho! Ek minute Malik... rukiye! Ye sala tape bar bar wrinkle ho ja raha hai! Usko sidha kar loon!
Saying that he held the tape from both ends and stretched over my breasts from left to right! I had never encountered any ladies tailor take measurements like that and could easily detect that he was trying to fool Chacha-ji for the sake of touching my ripe fruits. I could feel that he had started to rub and brush his hand on the tape in order to smoothen the wrinkles of the tape and simultaneously was feeling my hillocks very copiously! I clenched my lips and fisted my palms to control my emotions as I felt Haria was subtly cupping my boobs with his hands while adjusting the tape. He was openly feeling my hardened nipples and even tried to twist my nipples over my bra and blouse!
He now stretched the measuring tape from the tip of my left breast to the tip of my right breast and measured the gap and related that to Chacha-ji.
Chacha-ji: To ab sara measurement complete hai na?
Haria: Ji Malik... complete ho gaya sara measurement... ab aap khali ek bar sara maap jo aap likhhe hai.... mujhe bayan kijiye... mai ek bar zara match kar loon!
I opened my eyes as I realized that the measurement process had ended but Haria indicated me through his eyes to keep my eyes closed. I did not realize at that moment what was Haria’s intention and what exactly did he mean by “match”. I was too innocent to realize that while Chacha-ji would be reading all the measurements from the scrapbook, he naturally would not be able to look at Haira and using that opportunity he would freely lay hands on my ripe treasures!
Haria: Zara dheere dheere boliyega Malik please... takso that I can match here...
Chacha-ji: Okay, okay!
I had closed my eyes and was thinking to go to toilet immediately after this was over and get rid of my bra to ease my breast tautness and also finger myself to drain out my heated physical condition. I was indeed quite handsomely elated by this low class man while taking my blouse measurement.
Chacha-ji started recounting the numbers as well as the label for each which he had written in the scrapbook. Haria was onto his task in a flash. He stood extremely close to me and pushed and poked his knee onto my thighs probably to indicate me to allow his moves! He kept his angled knee touching my warm smooth thighs over my sari and quickly extended his arms towards my back and started feeling my whole blouse-covered back with his hands. I was in a tremendously compromised position especially with my eyes closed as Haria’s hands were virtually embracing me and his leg was pushing my mid thighs!
I had started to breathe very heavily and in my stimulation was wetting my dry lips with my tongue, which in turn must have looked extremely sexy to the low class man especially in that situation. I immediately felt a push from his hands on my back which pushed me forward towards him and my heavy breasts gently touched and pressed against his flat chest. I naturally recoiled in natural shyness but I felt Haria’s strong embracing arms did not allow me to do that and forced me to keep my breasts in that gently squashing condition against his body. I could sense his warm breaths striking on my soft lips and cheeks making me extremely weak and fragile.
Chacha-ji continued to read each measurement meticulously and in a slow pace and Haria also was nodding to my landlord with “okay”, “bilkul”, and “Haa” so that it looked absolutely normal and routine while his naughty moves made me absolutely hot and desperate! Feeling and caressing my smooth blouse covered back adequately, Haria brought his hands to the front, but the way he did it made me moan and shriek! The wicked rogue dropped his hands from my back to my waist and as I was thinking that he would now brought his hands to my front to caress my boobs (for which, honestly, I was dying for), he just delayed things by dropping his hands further on the slope of my waist down to my hips onto my protruding firm bottom flesh and palmed my ass cheeks with both hands!
As I sighed deeply enjoying his cupping of my heavy ass flesh, Haria quickly brought his hands forward and straight-away cupped my breasts from beneath! He literally squeezed my two breasts with two hands and it was such a direct and rousing action that I had to open my eyes with my lips parted in sheer thrill! He whispered a soft “maafi” and continued light caressing and pressing of my boobs from the sides. As soon as I closed my eyes in utter satisfaction and pleasure, he immediately brought his right hand in front of my blouse where two top hooks were open and inserted his finger to the insides of my blouse and brassiere feeling my warm, dense and sweaty boob flesh. Since he knew the time was very limited he pushed his finger further inside my bra obviously trying to touch my nipple.
Me: Eeeeeiiiiiii....
I shrieked out again, though softly keeping in mind Chacha-ji’s presence, but Haria had gotten so horny touching my delicate private parts that he was trying to advance like a typhoon! He pushed and mashed his finger further into my closely-packed milk tanks pushing the edge of my bra cup! He already was able to reach the dark brown areola portion on my tits and wanted to protrude more! I naturally tried to move back knowing both his hands were on my blouse from the front and was able to succeed somewhat also but the low class man quickly adjusted his body in such an angle and closeness that I was left quivering in additional excitement!
All this time my hands were hanging by my side and Haria just went oblique to ensure that his crotch thrust against my right hand! I could clearly feel his stiff and erect land through his half-pant and I was not able to ignore the feel of that throbbing cock which was indeed thick and upright to turn on any matured woman! I naturally felt very weak and extremely horny as Haria rubbed and pressed his khada lund onto my right hand fingers. Though initially I pretended that I did not take notice of his thick hard dick, but moments later failed to just discount it and stretched my fingers to feel his manhood!
Never in my wildest dreams I would have thought that I would be touching the penis of the servant of the house… Haria… this low class irritating individual! But situation forced me into that and I realized that lund has no religion… a thick erect dick is always a married woman’s aspiration… no matter who possessed it!
As I breathed extremely heavily to break open my blouse hooks with Haria’s hand well inside my bra, I started feeling the length of my tailor’s chunky prick, which was indeed comparable with my husband’s. Since Haria was wearing no brief under his half-pant the touch and contact of his lund was very real! It was probably the first time I was touching a male dick so directly and intentionally apart from my husband’s. My head started tilting as I sighed and moaned in a very sexy and mellifluous manner. I could sense heavy breathing of Haria on my nose and cheeks as soon as my fingers started feeling the length of his dangling cock over his pants and not to mention about the squeezes he was giving to my dense heavy mammaries with his left hand while his right hand was still trying to make way through my tight bra to touch my naked nipple!
Thankfully I believed Chacha-ji did not look up as he was still reading the measurements slowly for my tailor and was not able to see our compromised posture.
Me: Ouch!
I could not stop letting out that long sexy sound off my lips as Haria finally was able to push his finger through my dense boob flesh to reach my nipple! I immediately opened my eyes and the poor fellow did not have the courage any more to face me and continue to hold on to my naked nipple; instantly he took out his finger from my bra cup. Chacha-ji also was naturally alerted.
Chacha-ji: Kya hua Beti?
I immediately detached my right hand off his crotch and placed it on my ass. Haria answered for me to cover up his daring act.
Haria: Kuch nehi Malik… mai shayad thoda zyada hi daba diya blouse ki tightness check karte huye!
Chacha-ji: Abe chutiye… tu kya janta nehi teri Bhabi-ji stan-paan karati hai… mamme zyada dabayega to uss se doodh nikal ayega naa! Aur abhi to apna Harpal bhi so raha hai… to fir kaun piyega? Tu?
I had to gulp down that humiliating remark too! Even in this enthralled condition, my face turned red in shame and disgrace! Did Chacha-ji not indicate about adult breastfeeding?
