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Once my husband had an invitation to attend an important congregation of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look at my absolute best on that evening which was a week away. Now, I look tempting for a 28 yr old. I am 5 ft 7”, 36c 30 38 and fair. He wanted me to dress up for the occasion. So, I reached my friend Jyoti for suggestions. She mentioned about the Meetesh tailors. She said that the place was *popular* among women and strongly advised me to try it. She finished the statement with a ‘wink’ in her eyes which confounded me a bit, but I didn’t take it serious by then.
I decided to try this place. On a hot and sultry June afternoon I managed to find the tailor shop, after shopping my saree and the matching blouse piece. I was sweating by the time I reached the tailor shop, so the cool air from the air conditioning was a great relief when I entered. I was greeted by a 14 to 15 year old boy. “hello Kaajal madam …please sit down, uncle is busy inside – he’ll be back in a minute “. I smiled at him and sat in the comfortable leather chair and relaxed and was skimming through one of the many magazines for women, particularly the one’s concerning women fashion. I was thinking to myself, ‘very thoughtful of the owner of the…’– my thought-train was disturbed by a “good afternoon Kaajal madam.” I looked up to see a nicely dressed gentleman with a pleasant smile. I nodded and got up. He said “I am Meetesh. What can we do for you?” I told him “I need to stitch a blouse – in some modern style. I need to wear it for a special occasion”. He looked at me appraisingly from head to toe and remarked, “we can transform you from an angel that you are right now, to a goddess!”. I laughed at the comment. He said, ‘I haven’t seen you here before Kaajal madam…”. I said ‘my friend Jyoti directed me here’. He said… ‘Oh Mrs. Jyoti, she is one of our special customers. I am glad ‘. And ‘winked’ at me meaningfully.
Okay, what style do you want the blouse to be?’ I looked at him blankly. He nodded assuring and walked to his desk, brought back
A book with a variety of blouse models and told me to take my time.’ I will be around. Give me a shout when you have made your choice’ and walked away. I was flipping through the pages of the book, clearly overwhelmed by the number of varieties available. He sited my problem after a while, came back to me and said ‘may be I could help’. I really needed some help. So I nodded. He took the book from me, shuffled some pages and stopped at one and showed me a back open model tied with laces. ‘This is the best model around in town as of today if you are willing to wear this type, it’ll accentuate your beauty’. He suddenly stopped. ‘I suppose you are married Kaajal madam…, he trailed off his sentence coated with concern. Still mesmerized by the model, I was replying absently ‘it’s the idea of my brother Yogesh that I need to look my best on one of his special occasions’. That was enough encouragement for him and he said, ‘leave the worrying to us and as I said, we will transform you’. He took the bag with new blouse from me with all the right without asking me and started inspecting the blouse piece and started at my boobs for a few seconds and remarked – ‘this one would be wonderful on you Kaajal madam.. Please come in. We shall take the measurements’.
I stood up and noticed that he was taking a peek my navel through the pallu during that fraction of a second. Despite being shy and all that I normally wear my saree low-hip. So he must have had a good ‘preview’ and he was possibly dreaming about what was about to come. He got up quickly and led me to his ‘back-office’. There was some mild classical music playing in the background and the atmosphere was nice. As I was entering I told him about my total inexperience about stitching blouses outside and me doing it by myself till now. ‘Oh very good. Relax Kaajal madam. You are at the right place’ he said. He called his cousin, the little boy too for help and took the inch tape and came to me. I was surprised at first and asked him quite innocently;’ don’t you have women working in your place to take measurements??’ For which he laughed and said ‘ oh no, we have two, but unfortunately they are off at the moment’ and he continued with the same sugar coated voice, ‘but don’t worry Kaajal madam. This is absolutely normal these days. Men are taking measurements everywhere.’ I felt a bit stupid for asking that question and quickly nodded and tried a smile.
Okay, so shall we start?’ With that he came close to me and put the tape around my neck and secured it & took my neck measurement and mumbled some numbers which Rahul (his cousin) scribbled down in his pad. Then , he said ‘Kaajal madam , now we shall lower your pallu a bit..’ and without waiting for my permission , gently took my pallu from my shoulder and dropped it down !! – still looking straight to my face. I was partly shocked and almost paralyzed for a few seconds. My first thoughts were, damn, why didn’t I pin-up the pallu the way I usually do? I recovered, and was trying to reach for my pallu and was about to bend down. He stopped me with his hands very gently on my shoulder and said – ‘relax Kaajal madam … Please, how can we take measurements without lowering your pallu? ‘He was smiling at me with full confidence and I was defeated by his thorough professionalism. I was thinking, ‘after all, he is doing his job’ and agreed. (Perhaps this was a mistake). I noticed Rahul’s eyeballs were almost popping out looking at my boobs and exposed navel. I was thoroughly flushed and shifted a bit. Noticing my discomfort, Meetesh sent Rahul to bring some water… I relaxed a bit.
Meetesh stood in front of me, ‘ Kaajal madam please lift your hands over your head.’. I did so. He came close to me; put the tape around me to take the base measurement. He brought the tape in front, circled it close the base of my breasts and tightened it now securely. By then Rahul was back with the water jug and took his pad to take down the measurement. Meetesh uttered – ‘36′ and Rahul wrote it down. Rahul… Come I’ll show you this… While he was saying this his fingers were brushing against the underside of my breasts nonchalantly. I was beginning to get worried a bit and excited a little. Rahul came close and was intensely looking at my breasts for a while instead of the tape and its position. Meetesh went on, ‘that’s the way to measure the base, but Kaajal madam is wearing her blouse very loose for the back open model so we need to tighten the measurements a bit more..’ and with that he inserted one finger on each breast and lifted it up a bit gently and inserted the tape as deep as it can tightened it.. ‘See the difference? It is now 35.5?!’ Rahul seemed to be at his learning best and was nodding furiously. Rahul asked, “Uncle, how did you find that it’s too loose?” Meetesh said ´watch it now´, and with that he inserted his fingers under the material of the blouse. his cold fingers brushed my skin and made me shiver a bit. His fingers crept up to touch the base of my left boob to demonstrate how loose my blouse was!! I wished I hadn’t let him do that little demo.
In spite of shamefully exposing my breasts to 2 strangers I was getting turned on a bit. My brown nipples underneath the blouse were betraying me already. I can feel them getting erected with Meetesh’s fingers gently and subtly fondling the underside of my breast all in the pretext of shifting and re-positioning the tapes- very professionally indeed. Rahul asked, ‘ uncle, could I please take the next measurement then?’ Meetesh nodded to him without even looking at me. He removed the tape out and handed it to Rahul and said ‘ now go behind Kaajal madam and marking the centre of her back align the tape to the centre of her blouse in the front side (he professionally avoided using the word breasts or any of its equivalent!!) To measure the cup-size’. With a triumphant look of a kid that earned a candy bar, Rahul took the inch tape and inched closer to me. He circled it behind me while Meetesh stepped aside and watched him carefully. Rahul’s hands were still cold from holding the jug containing cold water. When his fingers rested on my back to place the tape I could feel the chillness reaching through my blouse to my spine. I shivered a bit. He meticulously brought the tape around me and rested it on the centre. He was happy with the progress he made so far and was shifting the tape slightly up & down right over my now erect nipples. I was watching him do that to me with hands lifted above. At one point he came close to my armpit to check the tape and smelt the mixed aroma of my sweat and perfume and sniffed a bit so openly making me feel uncomfortable. Now Meetesh told him to tighten the tape saying that the positioning is correct. He tightened it to the point of obscenely pressing my boobs and lingered his fingers over the tape right on my pointed right nipple studying it closely. I felt like dying out of shame right there, since, if not anything – because of all this, my nipples were getting stiffer by the minute and both the men can clearly see this from the close range through my translucent blouse. All I could do was shut my eyes tight which I did. I feebly said… ‘Could you finish it up soon?’ Meetesh answered with his now trademark coolness..’ relax Kaajal madam, we will do a pucca & perfect job for you..’ with that he took over from Rahul and proceeded to take the actual measurements saying , ‘when it comes to reading the tape – I trust my own eyes and nothing else!’ – another display of professionalism to make me feel *better*… (instead he was succeeding in making me *wetter* down there!).of course he hadn’t failed to caress both my nipples – first gently and then with some pressure on.
He took the tape off and told the measurement to Rahul. ’I have an idea Kaajal madam, Rahul bring that model piece back-less one from the store’. With that he sent Rahul. He said, ‘Kaajal madam, you have to try one of these models to verify the shape and size. After measuring your sizes, I just remembered that I have something of almost the same size.’ Rahul just came back with the blouse.’ Kaajal madam try this please… ‘He handed me a nice looking silky backless blouse with lots of strings. I felt that it was a fair thing to try that stuff to get a first hand feel about it before deciding to go for the model .’Kaajal madam here is our try room’, he showed me to a small room. There were just mirrors and nothing else on all sides. When he saw me looking at the mirrors, with a smile, he said ‘for y (our) viewing pleasure’. And turned to leave, and absently mentioned to me – ‘oh Kaajal madam, to get the correct picture please try it without your brassiere, and careful pls… The floor is wet still… Rahul just cleaned it ‘. With that Meetesh left.
When I locked the room first thing, I took my pallu off the shoulder, but realized that I couldn’t drop it on the floor, so I bunched it up and tucked it in my hip and continued to unhook my blouse. I managed to remove my blouse off completely and only then realized that there isn’t any place in that room to hang it. I was first surprised then annoyed. I opened the door to peek my head out. I couldn’t find anyone. I was wondering what to do. After a few seconds Rahul came by and looked amused to see my head popping out of the change room and came towards me. ‘Any problem Kaajal madam?’ he asked. I told him about the lack of hangers and he replied that the carpenter had taken the hanger out with him for some repair that morning and smiled at me. ‘I can take the blouse and hang it in the cup-board next door if u want’ he offered. I thought about it a bit. ‘Don’t worry Kaajal madam … It’s only next door’, he added with an outstretched hand. I sighed and handed him my blouse. He took and was standing still there. I looked at him questioningly. He said ‘your brassiere too …. Kaajal madam’. I thought for a bit now… I was very reluctant to give away my brassiere, at the same time there wasn’t a place I could keep it without spoiling it and making it wet & dirty. He told once again, ‘it is okay Kaajal madam and gave a big smile ‘. I told him to wait and closed the door and unsnapped the hook at the back and took it off, opened the door covering myself with the pallu and peeked my head out to see him standing right at the door close to me. ‘Here … I gave him the bra and noticed that he was looking beyond me at the mirror while taking it from me. He was getting an eyeful of the side view of my naked boob from the side through the reflection from one of the mirrors behind me and was smiling (thinking of his fortune perhaps). I had shut the door quickly.
I lowered my pallu, wrapped it one more time around and tucked it on my hip. I started trying this model blouse and just then noticed that I would definitely need a second pair of hands to secure all those knots at my back. I managed to wear both the shoulders of the blouse and was thinking about what to do to tie it from behind. About the same time, there was a knock on the door and Meetesh asked from outside if everything was fine. I said I am having a problem and opened the door to peek my head out. ‘I don’t know how to tie these….and let the sentence trail. He nodded understandingly and pushed the door wider saying ‘ here… Let me help you. This is typical problem with backless ones’ and came in. He told me to turn around and presumably looked engrossed in his work while trying to tie the knots on my bare back… His hands were all over my bare back in his attempt to tie zig sag knots. He was trying to pull the last 2 strings together and since it was too tight making me vince in pain a bit. ‘Am sorry Kaajal madam’. He said, ‘it is too tight. My mistake ‘ he was undoing the knots while speaking, ‘I shall bring the next size in a min.’, but for that I need the current size as they are almost the same ‘ and with that in one whisk he turned me around to face him and tugged the tight choli off my shoulder in one surprisingly quick motion and it came down to my braces in his powerful yank. He gently took the silk blouse off me leaving me standing in daze. He made no attempt to look at my naked breasts as I shrieked and covered them up, ad stood there dumb. He left the room before I said anything. I was confused by this and thought that he must be a true gentleman and these must have been a part of his day to day job. He came back in a few seconds with another blouse and knocked and entered. He smiled at me when he saw me standing with my hands covering my naked breasts and placed the choli and on my shoulder and went out. I was in an internal turmoil of emotions by now and my senses were shamefully in fire. I meekly called him after I wore it on my shoulders. I just noticed that this one was sleeveless. He came in with no formalities and with a busy smile and directly walked behind me and dutifully tied the knots. It fitted me perfectly and he told me to look at myself in the mirror on all sides. Not to mention, the knots were clinging to my flesh and there were small folds of flesh formed on either side of each knot. 4 of them in total in zig sag array. He stepped behind and admired his handy work. He told me to wear the pallu over me. Till then having forgotten all about it, a new rush of shame filled in me; I took the pallu and put it over the saree. He adjusted it a bit here and there. He said,’ you look very nice and sexy Kaajal madam, you may have to expose some more in the hip region to look more appealing. ‘One second pls’ and he started lowering my saree frills just below navel a bit more than what it was already , ‘the frills should begin by at least an inch below navel… And you have a nice deep one to show off proudly and make of fleet of gentlemen raise their eye-brows and women burn with envy… ‘(Like I said this guy knows to talk.
Now, he went back2 steps and looked at me for a while… “one thing is missing Kaajal madam, rather in excess” (he smiled)…. “you need to shave your armpits really smooth”. I was a bit confused and lifted my hand and showed him… “isn’t this good enough?” he came closer and with a broad smile on his face ran his palm along my shaven arm pit. This made me giggle a bit and more horny. He nodded negative saying that it could compete with a 2 days unshaven stub of a guy. That remark made me flush. I found myself saying… “but I just shaved it this morning… “and trailed the sentence. He said “I shall show you the real equipment.” and opened the door and was back in a flash “here … Look at this Kaajal madam. Ultra modern tri-top razor for women… And imported cream. As a matter of fact the whole set is imported and the ultra smoothness lasts for days. Want to try??” He looked at me too businesslike with the offer. I was amazes at the equipment kit and ashamed at the thought of shaving my armpit at the tailor’s. Sensing my unsteadiness Meetesh kicked in… “please turn Kaajal madam …” he urged, not giving me a chance to respond. Then quickly untied the knots. I asked “what are you doing?”… Confused. He looked puzzled … “preparing you Kaajal madam” and smiled… “but where is the bathroom… I shall do it there…” “oh no, this is an expensive set of equipment, so please leave it to the master to handle it” while saying that he had managed to untie the knots completely and was pulling the blouse off me while I stood daze stuck. He took the blouse from me while I covered myself with pallu withy a feeling I had felt never before looked at him. He walked out of the room with the blouse saying that he will bring some water. While he came back with the water, predictably the blouse was missing and this time he didn’t bother knocking. I was hand inspecting my armpit and was caught off guard. He smiled at me and came closer and took my right hand gently and lifted it over me. His face was so close to my armpits and pallu covered boobs. Pls hold it there… He started applying some water and expertly made the region wet. Slowly and smoothly applied the cream on my underarm area. It was a soft and different feeling. Many a times his hands brushed on to the sides of my naked boobs. He started shaving my right armpit and since it was just shaved in the morning it didn’t take long. But every now and then his palm completely rested on my bade boobs and the base of his palm was pressing against my now 100% pointed right nipple. He was done with my right armpit and wiped it dry and told me to feel it. I was feeling it with my left hand at the same time he was coming around me to the other side and accidentally brushed against my back and I could not only feel how nice and smooth armpit was but also could feel how rock hard his erection was behind his baggie hidden trousers. I was in a way relieved to think that he is after all human too and suppressed a little smile. He told me to lift the other hand and did the same to it taking his time and using the opportunities to brush against my pallu covered naked breast.
He was just about done with his shaving and was picking up his tools while he accidentally noticed my navel. He came close to it and bent down and was on his knees all of a sudden studying it close moving my pallu aside. I asked him “what is the matter? ” he said “I can see a brow of hair line going down from your navel . ” he started tracing it … ” see here ” I bent down to see what he meant and nodded. “we shall remove that as well to make this area soft and more appealing, please come with me”. I said… ” no please that won’t be needed…” he stared at me…” let’s make ivory skin of velvet texture Kaajal madam”, “your brother Yogesh will be very proud of you. Please don’t say no… Come with me “and with that he took my hand and took me out of the room of mirrors topless, my pallu was only partly covering my boobs and the typically wide eyed Rahul now had his eyes turned to globes almost as big as my melons staring at them, while I walked by him… I did my best to retain my modesty (if there is any left by now). He took me to an adjacent room where there was a cheap cot and told me to lie down. I was very reluctant and tried to back out as I didn’t like the setup. The door was open and Rahul could clearly see from his chair what would happen here. I told him with half tone before sitting on the cot “the door…” Meetesh said…”don’t worry Kaajal madam no one will come” and pressed my shoulder to make me lie down. The table was looking more like examination table to my imagination. When I turn my head to my side, I could see Meetesh’s hard on clear now close to my face. He made me lie down on my back and moved my pallu aside and bared my tummy completely. He was rubbing his palm in the exposed region below my navel to get the feel of the area.
“okay we shall start Kaajal madam. Oh this water is dirty already Rahul! Bring some water …” with that his one hand rested on my saree frills while the other pressed my tummy with some pressure to create a gap… And whiff… He pulled my saree frills as a bunch completely off my hip and out of the petticoat. I shrieked aloud with shock and excitement. “what are you doing!!!!!?? Why did you take my saree off me?? Why do you call Rahul?” in my confused state I didn’t know what to ask for… Since too much happened at the same time. The next instance I could see Rahul with the water jug by my side staring at my shapely boobs by the side of pallu which had considerably moved off its position because of the force with which the saree was pulled off.
“I was eaten alive with shame as 2 strangers were having a feast staring at my naked boobs in such a close proximity and I could do nothing much. I covered my boobs with the pallu quickly once again, at the same time Meetesh’s smooth hands glibly untied my petticoat knot. For a fleeting moment I missed it until his other hand that was pressing my navel before… Stated pushing my petticoat down my hip… I shut my eyes tight and shouted “stoop please”… It was too late and Meetesh had brought it down a bit too far and exposed my private for a brief moment. “sorry Kaajal madam I didn’t realize that you were not wearing anything inside” … And he drew the petticoat just enough to cover the region.
He started sprinkling water to the region below my navel and it was a bit cold… I shivered a bit and my eyes still shut tight with embarrassment. I could feel the presence of Rahul so close to my breasts while Meetesh was applying the cream now softly over the skin below my navel and the brush was reaching dangerously low close to my pussy. I was thoroughly shaken by the events so far and almost close to my climax with all that happened so far. My body was writhing with excitement as Meetesh started to shave that area between my petticoat and navel. I close my eyes with my hands tightly with shame and excitement. Meetesh’s hand was resting on my navel for balance while he shaved with the other. He didn’t miss the opportunity to insert his finger as deep as it could get in my deep navel and gently tickled it by shaking back and forth. He was soon finished with his work there and wiped it with a clean cloth and ran his hand along there and murmured” “feels nice” and started drawing a line from my belly downwards till he reached my petticoat. “Kaajal madam from your belly till here bush (he poked to make an emphasis and made me jerk) it is very clean… But I just noticed that you are sporting a bush below this point…”” we shall launch our lawn mower operation “… With that he gripped the loose petticoat around my waist and began pulling it down, together with my saree… “I had mustered all the resistance I had and said a meek …”no pls” (which even I didn’t hear properly) and heeding to his sudden force lifted my hip slightly to bid my petticoat farewell. He managed to pull my saree and petticoat completely off me in a matter of seconds. I felt my last stitch of clothing travel past my thigh reach the knees and off me.
“Rahul … Put Kaajal madam’s saree and petticoat together with the rest of her dresses”, I slightly opened my eyes to see Rahul grinning and taking my clothes away from the room and vanishing and Meetesh intently studying my pubic area. “Kaajal madam you have a very nice structure”. I had kept my thigh as close and as tight as possible and lying there very conscious that I am totally nude in a broad day light in front 2 strangers. My pussy was so dripping wet, I was ashamed to even think what would happen if it is touched now… Meetesh gently but with some force started spreading my thigh apart and made a “cluck” sound after looking my vagina. “Kaajal madam we are going to make it 10 times nicer… relax”. With that he was in business and I lied with my hands covering my already tightly closed eyes.
“Suddenly I heard another pair of footsteps… Coming close to my face (must be Rahul), Meetesh sprinkled the water and started lathering the hair in that area extra lavishly taking time… I was thoroughly excited and was getting turned on more by the minute. He started shaving off the hair above and the sides of the lip region and was carefully shaving the region below. Half way through he spread the lips wider with his fingers. “hmm nice pink flesh Kaajal madam”. With that he started stroking my clit just above the lips… First gently and then with force. He kneaded it with his fingers and pinched the clit. It was too much for me and I arched my hip on air and moaned aloud. I was at the verge of coming but felt that a pair of hands over my head reaching over me and grabbing my bare boobs. I gasped to find that the pair of small hands pinched my nipples. My nipples were pinched in tandem with the kneading of my clit by Meetesh and let myself out with a loud cry. With my hip held high up and my nipples and clit being treated good Meetesh’s other had using the opportunity to trace a line along my butt crevice while I
was cumming. This made me go crazy and what seemed to be an eternity I continued cumming for about a full minute and half or two I suppose. Meetesh’s hand was very vet with my juices flowing across and he came by my side and took my hands off my eyes. I was lying still collapsed. Please turn around Kaajal madam. I nodded and turned. Rahul was grinning wide and standing by my side. He was sporting a hard on as well which was now casually brushing my cheeks over his half trousers. Meetesh resumed his position and spread my thighs wide again and continued to later my butt hole. “I am going to clean this region also Kaajal madam and make it hair-less” and he started applying his razor with great care to take the hair off the region and at one point he called Rahul for help. I was wondering what would be that… And I soon found out. Rahul was opening my butt cheeks and spreading it wide while Meetesh applied the lotion there in the hole. It was so humiliating, yet exciting. I felt my body responding for another session. Meetesh was slowly inserting his already wet finger now in to my butt cheeks while I jerked and shrieked an “loops”. His finger found the spot and was slowly moving in and Rahul released my butt cheeks and came in front. He tried to insert his hands to reach for my boobs, but found it a bit difficult as I decided to throw a little challenge. He seemed to think a few seconds and dug his 10 fingers simultaneously on either side of my hip and started tickling me. At the same time Meetesh inserted his other hand into my lips deep and started moving his fingers from both hands in and out of my butt and pussy. The tickling and fingering at the same time was too much and I yielded to Rahul, he reached for my boobs and cupped them. He caressed the left one while pinching the right nipple gently, the whole set up was too much and Meetesh pulled me up so I rested on my knees and my butt was in the air. After a few minutes of persistent fingering of my butt and pussy and fondling of my big melons I was building to another orgasm and was reaching pretty close to it. A few moments before the height if it Meetesh abruptly removed his hands and taking the cue, So did Rahul.
I was confused and breathless. Meetesh smiled at me sitting on the table confused. He slowly started undressing. He nodded at Rahul and he left the room locking the door. I was in such a state at that point; I could do anything to end that mounting climax. It was too depressing. When Meetesh took off his trouser I could see a nice thick one behind his boxers. He pushed his boxer slowly off his hip and his stiff cock sprang out… I was mesmerized and was staring at it. He came closer to me and took my hand and let me hold it. I ran my fingers along the shaft and glided them down towards his balls. And cupped his balls and squeezed it gently. I ran my other hand to the tip of the shaft and started drawing circles very gently. Within seconds I could feel my hand wet with the pre-cum. He smiled and brought my head below. I bent down to kiss it while holding his stiff ass cheeks with my hands on wither side. He surprised me with a force and pushed my head towards his cock and made me take ‘his’ in my mouth. I ran my tongue along it. Still in the trance. I flicked my tongue in and around the tip of his shaft. It was thick and hard as rock. I was completely complying with my bodily needs; he was cupping my soft melons now and resting his hands on my nipples. He was fingering them gently and pressing my boobs while I was slowly sucking his cock in and out. After a few minutes of this he sensed his mounting feeling and stopped me. He removed his cock from my mouth, went to the corner of the room and came back slowly unwrapping a condom. It was strangely turning me on to see a fully grown man butt naked walking towards me with a stiff hard on. (I had never seen my brother Yogesh that way) I was waiting with a peculiar never-had-before anticipation.
He told me to bend down and rest on all fours on the floor. “let’s do something different Kaajal madam”… With that he knelt behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks and inserted my pussy from behind in doggie style. That was another surprise to me. The mounted me with such expertise that I felt like I was doing in that position for ages… He started humping me gently holding my butt and I was supporting myself with my hands on the ground. After a few strokes he started doing it with force and came closer to my body from behind and held my hanging breasts from either side and started squeezing. I started moaning aloud…. Very loud now as I hadn’t experienced this type of feeling excitement ever before. With each hump from him I could feel ‘it’ building inside me… Steadily.
I could hear myself shouting ‘aah’ aah aah aah aahaaah aah aaaah aah aaaah…. And him slapping my butt chaaaap…. Chaapppp… Now and then, This was so kinky yet an incredible turn on for me and I could feel the mounting orgasm by the minute. He squeezed my boobs with one hand and somehow managed to finger my butt hole at the same time while he was humping… After mounting and for what seemed forever I felt his body stiffen suddenly and he held me like a strong gorilla and humped with a high speed. I sensed him cumming and I was at the verge as well… While he stiffened and shot in me I let out a loud moan at the same time (this is entirely new to me) I was cumming at around the same time and I realized I was moaning and jerking for a long moment even after he was done before collapsing. I dropped on the floor dripping in sweat.
Meetesh let me lay in the position for a little while and lifted me gently with smile on his face, he took me to the shower annexed and let me take a hot steaming shower. I had a long relaxed steam bath and when I was done I wiped myself dry with a towel there and opened the door. Meetesh was dressed by then and waiting for me with my clothes. He took the towel from me and produced a camera “for my memories Kaajal madam…” I was in no mood to resist now and he quickly snapped one with even a little smile on my face. He let me dress up all the while watching me at the various stages of (un)dressing.
He told me “we shall see us next time Kaajal madam… Pls collect your blouse the day after tomorrow, let us do a trial … And I hope you would have a nice time at the party with your friends “… With the he waved me good bye… With a meaningful smile. I just left the place thinking about my friend Jyoti’s remark why this place could be ** popular ** among women!!