the tailor manveer OS part 4 page 22

Manyata got out of the car and pushed her dark sunglasses on her head into her silky dark hair, as she walked to the tailor shop. As she entered some bells on the door signaled her entry. A young man of about 25 years of age came out from an inside room and asked, "Can I help you, Ma'am?"

He looked quite strong and muscular, with a well-proportioned body, his chest was partially visible through the 2 open buttons of his shirt. He was not bad looking, not at all. In fact, thought Manyata, he was good enough to flirt with if she had met him in a club. But he was not a 65 years old, long-bearded and near-sighted man which is what she was looking for.

"Where is master ji?" She asked.

"He has gone to his village, he'll be back next month." The guy replied.

"Oh yes, he told me, I forgot." She slapped her forehead in a gesture of despair.

"I am his nephew, my name is Uday. I am looking after the shop in his absence. Can I do anything for you?" For a tailor's nephew he spoke really well and decently, Manyata thought.

Uday also, in the meantime, was checking out Manyata with frank eyes.

Manyata was the young, gorgeous wife of a middle-aged, ultra-rich businessman, who spent more days in foreign countries than in India. She was what you'd call a trophy wife. And her husband did display his sexy, hot wife in his business circles just like a trophy.

The problem was for a gorgeous babe that she was she didn't get all the sex she wanted. Her husband when he wasn't doing a business deal a minute was not really interested in sex. And on the rare occasions when he was in the mood for sex, he was too much of a gentleman to do any rough, hard f**king that she craved. She could count the orgasms she had in a year on her fingers. And half of them were in hot water tub.

Though not used to stepping out for sex, her sex-starvation slowly started affecting her dressing style. She had begun to dress to show off her alluring figure, and she loved it when guys so obviously drooled over her. She was worth drooling over.

For 36, she was really fit and looked hardly 29 or 30. Her curves were all in the right places. There was not a single extra ounce of weight on her body, she took care of that with a twice-a-week gym routine. Her hair were dark and long, right now made into a stylish hairdo that kept them up, leaving her back bare as the Punjabi suit she was wearing had a pretty deep back cut.

Her color was really fair and her arms looked really nice and smooth in the deep sleeveless cut of the tight suit. Her slim, sexy figure was accentuated by the tight fit of the suit.

She was wearing a bra but it was the bare essentials type that didn't hide her nipples so well, her dupatta, white like her suit, was completely transparent, didn't hide her deep cleavage from the view, rather made it more interesting to look at it.

The kurti stopped after covering her thighs, and the salwar though not so tight being white, had some transparency in it. You could see her white, smooth, well-toned thighs when the loose salwar clung to her legs. Her panties, were the stylish, sexy, French cut cottons that covered the essentials and only that. The salwar ended at her ankles which were quite shapely, and then she had on, 4" high white, clear heels, so sexy.

"...I need it next week for a wedding." Uday stopped checking her out and looked at her face, she was telling him about a suit she wanted stitched. She had a cute face, high cheekbones, luscious lips with a hint of lipstick, and gray eyes.

"Sure, we can do it by next week. Let me take your measurements."

"But master ji has my measurements."

"Well, he misplaced his notebook somewhere before he left. I am having to take fresh measurements for all the clients".

"Oh, ok." She stepped towards the inner room where she always got measured.

She took off her dupatta and put it on a dresser along with her purse, before standing on the mat. She put her hands on her waist as Uday approached her with a tape measure. He was intensely aware of her salty-fresh perfume coming from her smooth clean-shaved armpits mixed with her body smell as he stepped really close to her and measured her arm.

He took her wrist and put her hand on his shoulder, standing an arm-length apart. Keeping one end of the tape secured at her wrist with his fingers his other hand moved slowly up her arm with the tape, his fingers brushing ever so lightly on her soft bare arm. She could feel goosebumps all over her body by the time his fingers touched her well-rounded shoulder.

She waited until he took the tape away from her arm before saying, "I want it to be a deep-sleeveless cut." Uday nodded understandingly and proceeded with the measuring process.

Standing behind Manyata, he wrapped the cold, plastic measuring tape around her shapely neck. In the process his fingers brushed on her bare back gently, as the suit she was wearing had a deep back cut. Then he moved to the front and enlarged the circle of tape, "What kind of neck cut do you want?"

"V" She said, and she was surprised her voice wasn't shaking. She was feeling really turned on by his close presence and the gentle touches of his hands.

He loosened the tape in an approximation of her current neckline and his her nipples felt the brush of his thumbs and fingers as he proceeded to make a detailed careful measurement. A thrill ran down her body, tingling right down to her femine area. Instinctively her legs opened wider as she felt a heat building in her femine area.

"This deep is ok?" as he held the tape between her tits, his knuckles were pressing lightly on her breasts, right in the nipular area. She felt her breathing get heavier.

"Deeper", she said, trying hard to keep her voice from sounding all husky and horny as it felt inside her.

He inserted his finger and the tape an inch inside her cleavage now, his knuckle touching her bare skin on her chest, right between her hot breasts. She could not believe she heard herself saying, "Deeper" again.

"Are you sure?" he asked doubtfully. At the tone of his voice she opened her eyes, and then realized with a shock she never knew when she had closed them.

"No, that's ok, but make sure, it's not loose from the sides." She tried to bring herself in control.

"Ok, let me know how tight you want it." He measured the tightness of her current suit, putting one end of the tape on her shoulder and bringing the other down on her breast, her thumb pressing the end of the tape on her nipple. "This tight enough?" He asked looking at her gorgeous, flushed face.

"Tighter." She murmured.

He made the tape a half-inch shorter, pressure on her nipple increasing.

"This is fine?"

"Yeah, this is good!" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. Her femine area was flooding with juices. She didn't know when she had been so excited before in her life. She was married even if her businessman husband didn't f**k her so good. Nobody had brought her to a boiling point, so quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses. She could feel her panties fully wet and she was afraid pretty soon there'd be a wet spot on her salwar.

Now he was behind her, touching her bare back, "You want this same cut?"

"Yes, but a little deeper." His hand moved a little lower with the tape, "This much?"

"Yes." Manyata could feel her body feel like burning from the inside. She was sure her leaking femine area was wetting the salwar now after soaking through the panties.

Then from the front, his arms went around her slim body as he wrapped the tape around her flat tummy, asking her "This tight?" He was standing so close to her she could feel the heat from his body. His close presence was having a heady effect on her.

"Little bit tighter.", she said, trying hard not to sound as breathless as she was.

His hands brushed and caressed her waist and her belly as they smoothed the tape around her body. "This better?"

"Oh yes!"

He was making notations in a notebook of all measurements. He made another one now.
"Ok, let's talk about your salwar now." Manyata's heart skipped a beat as she realized his hands were now going to be on her legs. She could already feel her femine area soaking wet in her panties, really dying to be f**ked. She didn't know if she could take any more of his teasing hands, especially on her legs! He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her gorgeous, sensuous body!

He was kneeling in front of her and with one end of the tape, pressed on her waist, his hand moved down, brushing the back of his fingers on her soft, smooth thigh, through the thin, almost transparent salwar she was wearing. He stopped with his hand on her shapely ankle and look up at her, "This length is ok for you?"

"Should be, how about another inch lower?" She was surprised how coolly she was talking given that her head was swimming, her heart throbbing so wildly in her chest, she felt everybody in the neighborhood could hear it.

His hand curved around the waistband of her low-tied salwar and she could feel his fingers on her soft bare skin, almost touching her panties' waistband, her heart skipped a beat. His fingers moved a sideways, so lightly caressing her bare skin as he asked "This is where you'll be tying it?"

"Y...yes!" This time she was sure he could hear her voice going all husky and needy. She could smell her own arousal and definitely he could too, she thought.

Keeping his fingers on her belly, he moved his lower hand on her ankle, "This length ok?"

"Yes..", She could hardly trust herself to say other words. Words she was thinking, like "f**k...use...ram me.."

But wait...he was talking to her again.

"Could you open your legs a bit, I need to measure the inseam?" He was requesting in a nice, gentle voice...but her mind was spinning "Inseam? That means he was going to go *gulp* between her legs now...oh GOD!"

precap:Uday calmly reached over and untied the neck strap of her tiny, sexy, short top letting it fall open, exposing her hardened, sexy tits. "Please? Please what? What are you asking for, Manyata?" He asked nicely, fully in control of the situation.