Read in this Hindi sexy story When I asked my friend to stitch my sexy blouse, she told me about a tailor shop. What happened to me there?
My name is Sudikesh Makwana. I have been married for five years. I have a four year old son. My complexion is fair and my body is strong even after marriage for so many years. Melon seed like breasts, molded shape and pointed nose bridge.
We live in a rented house. The landlord’s family also lives in the house. We lived upstairs in the house. Those people live down there.
Many men in my neighborhood keep staring at me with lustful eyes. Every man who meets me definitely looks at my breasts with lustful eyes.
My husband works in a company. His company often organizes parties. But I don’t like going to parties. His seniors had bad intentions towards me and often said wrong things while drunk.
Similarly, once one of his seniors drunkenly asked him – Mr. Mistry… how long has it been since you got promoted?
My husband said, long time no see Sir.
So the senior said- Do you want promotion?
She said- Yes, I want this sir.
The senior said, let’s do one thing, it’s already eleven o’clock. I’m going upstairs to the hotel room. Take your wife to my room in half an hour and bring her back at eight in the morning. There will be a promotion letter on your desk at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.
He didn’t say anything, but after that incident he didn’t force me to go to any party.
Then one day suddenly my husband said – Bina, there is a party in ten days, maybe I get promoted. You will have to walk, there will be some difficulty also. I want you to look sexier.
I agreed to his request because my husband seemed happy that day. But I still don’t understand what the meaning of my husband throwing a party for his promotion. Did he want me to sleep with someone else? But my husband was so sensitive about my honor that I started getting irritated by my own thoughts.
After making all the preparations, I chose a saree and showed it to her and she said – The saree is good but the blouse should be more modern.
He said, but I never wore a modern shirt or anything like that.
So I took a friend’s advice. My friend told me the name of a tailor shop and invited me to go there. He also said that today he is very famous among women.
I didn’t understand what he said and I didn’t pay attention.
The next day, my husband went to office and my son went to my grandmother’s house. Then I took my saree and blouse to the tailor shop.
When I reached Taylor’s shop it was ten o’clock in the morning. There is a signboard outside “Raj Tailors”
I went to the shop. The shop is big and the air conditioner blows cool air.
Two little boys were standing in front of the counter. I told him- I want to meet Raj Saheb.
When I was approached for a job, I said that I had to stitch a modern shirt.
He asked me who gave you the address of this store?
I told my friend’s name.
In the next moment his rude attitude suddenly became very polite. She made me sit on the sofa and brought a glass of water and cold drink.
He said- Uncle works inside. I will call them and bring them.
I sat down and started drinking my cold drink and he ran inside.
About five minutes later a handsome young man came to the counter, placed his luggage and called me over.
He asked me why I came, and I told him. He asked me for a shirt and gave me an album. There are many designs of shirts in the album and the workmanship is unique.
As I turned the pages, my eyes stopped at a deep collared shirt with a string at the back. I like this design.
He also saw it and said – Madam, your breasts are very firm, it suits them.
I found his comment a little strange, but then I realized that this is a common language among tailors.
He said- Madam, let’s measure the size first.
As he spoke, he came over to me with an inch of tape.
I suddenly said- Isn’t there any girl to take my measurements?
He smiled and said- Yes.. there were two.. but today they were closed. Anyway, nowadays it has become very common for boys too to take the correct measurement of women.
I was ashamed of my problems. Well…he started taking measurements. In between, he would hold my breasts and lift them up to get the correct measurement.
Due to this behavior of his, I started feeling something inside, but I did not pay much attention to it. I myself don’t want to show that I have any emotions.
After taking her measurements, I stood a little away from her.
She said- I already have a shirt of this design. You try one of these and let me know. By the way, what’s your size?
I said shyly – thirty-two.
She said- Okay.. I have already taken the measurements but it would be better if you ask what size bra you are wearing, this will help in knowing the shirt size. Sit down, I’ll be there in a minute.
His language was so clear that I felt embarrassed. But thinking that this was his professional nature, I remained silent.
He went into the room… and within two or three minutes, he came back wearing the same shirt.
He handed me the shirt, pointed to a door and said, “Ma’am, try that room.”
As I moved towards the room, she stopped me and said, “Mam, please try to wear the shirt without a bra… otherwise you will not be able to guess the size and fit.” Yes, I just washed the floor in my room.
I didn’t understand what it meant that I had just washed the floor of my room.
I nodded and walked into the courtroom. When I took off my saree, I saw that there was no hanger there.
I stuck my head out and yelled at a guy. I told him there was no hangar there.
He said that the carpenter had taken out the hangers this morning to make it.
I muttered, “It is strange, even the floor is wet.”
The boy thought for a moment and said – Madam, do one thing… give me your clothes, I will keep them in the cupboard in front. Whenever you want it, just call me and I’ll bring it back.
She said all this so innocently that I asked her to wait for two minutes.
As soon as I took off my blouse and bra, I also gave her the saree without thinking. The saree may get wet due to falling, so I gave the saree to her.
He also went away without saying anything.
Now I wore the shirt, but then I realized a problem how to tie the string on my back.
After thinking for a while I looked outside. No boy was outside, but Raj was standing.
He came to me and asked – Any questions?
When I told him, he opened the door and went inside.
I was wearing only my petticoat and a half open shirt with only a string.
He looked at me and said, bring him here and I will tie him.
I hesitated, but still stood with my back to him. She started tying the ropes one by one and after tying three ropes she found that the shirt was a little tight.
He also understood and started untying the rope and said, “Madam, I think it is a little short. I want to get a bigger rope than this.”
Before I could say anything, he took the shirt off my arms and walked out.
When the shirt came off I was naked from above. She also took off her top so quickly that I didn’t even get a chance to hide my breasts. I wanted to say something, but by then he had gone out.
I quickly covered my chest with my arms.
After some time he came back with a new shirt in his hand. He called me from outside the door, grabbed my shirt and walked out.
I wore my shirt and called him. He came inside and started tying my shirt.
So far I have no doubts about his professionalism. He interrupted the conversation and asked me to raise my hands.
I raised my arms and he looked at the fit and said: It’s the right size… It fits great. I sewed it in this shape.
I nodded and said- take the clothes back.
He nodded and went out. After two minutes he came back and said – Madam, there is a problem, one of my servants Dinesh has kept your clothes in the cupboard. He has gone home for dinner. He accidentally snatched the key of the cupboard.
Hearing this, I became a little worried – when will he come?
He said helplessly – Sometimes he comes in half an hour, sometimes he comes in an hour.
I said- Should I keep sitting like this till then?
He said- It is a compulsion, you do one thing, go to the inner room, no one comes inside.
I think if someone comes there will be unnecessary trouble. It is better to sit inside.
Thinking this, I followed her to the back room.
There is a table and a sofa inside. I am sitting on the sofa. He probably works there. All the stuff was scattered here and there.
I sat in front of him in just shirt and petticoat. After sitting like this for some time, he looked at me.
When I also met her, she said – Madam, is there any special reason for making this kind of shirt?
At this point I didn’t care about him at all. I also started enjoying talking to him.
When I told her everything, she said – You won’t look sexy in just a shirt.
I didn’t understand what he said. I started looking at him. I will write in the next part what the master tailor told me.
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