While walking towards home, after all those exhibitionist adventures, horny as fuck, all I had to think about was the crazy shit I did the whole day.
Showing my tank top-clad body to my classmates- more than enough cleavage, armpit and navel and hugging all 4 of them and making sure they were hard for me, then heading to the theatre where I removed my bra and gave a blowjob to my boyfriend while some boys watched me from behind and finally shooting all his wade on my boobs.
I looked down to my tank top. Some cum stains were still visible on my cleavage and top. I put my hand under my shirt and pinched my nipples over the tank top. They became hard within seconds.
Oh God! I quickly needed a relief. I walked quickly towards my home, expecting to have an earth-shattering orgasm in my room.
That's when I remembered something: I had to go to the tailor shop to give measurements for the blouse and skirt.
I should go to the house and take quick bath and come back and give the measurements. I thought. But I will have to walk around half kilometers back just for this.
Fuck! I was so tired to walk back. That's when the plan B came to my mind, which quickly gave me some excitement and added the horniness which, I thought was already at peak.
Can I go like this to the tailor shop?!
Braless and cum stained top??
Can I?
Should I??
I was not sure if I could show off where people know me, and how it would affect my personal life here.
I must spend around one more year here.
If they get to know my slutty side, they might complain to my parents or grandparents.
But since I had been acting as a slut the whole day and all those hormones working crazily in my body, I thought, that I should show at least one percent of what I do outside, in my village. I got excited to give some clues of my dark life, to my fellow villagers.
Thinking all those things, I unbuttoned 3-4 buttons of the shirt while walking, and gave some more tweaking to my nipples, which went harder than ever. I pulled down the top so that a little bit of the cleavage is in view.
I was still confused when I reached near the tailor shop. I slowed down. Should I? I looked towards the shop. It was half closed. I could see the tailor sitting inside the shop. He wouldn't notice even if I walked by. Should I come back later? I was so confused. What should I do??
"Hi" I said.
The tailor was reading some magazine. Looked like some pulp weekly.
He looked up and his eyes directly went to my cleavage.
"Hey" he closed the book and stood up.
"I was in a hurry in the morning. Couldn't give the measurements" I said. I notice that I was finding it difficult to talk. Was not sure if it was because of the brisk walking or because I was excited.
"Hey, it's ok. I was also a little busy then." He responded and took a couple of steps towards me. He was a dark short guy- around 5'3", who was in his forties. He was almost as same tall as me. And he had a big pot belly and was starting to get bald. He had a thick mustache also.
"Cool" I said, looking into his eyes.
He observed my body once again, 3 buttons of the shirt open and a slight view of cleavage through the top. He can't make out if I was wearing a bra or not, I guessed.
"Are you sure you can't take the measurements from the churidar I gave?" I asked.
"Actually, the stitching will be different for a blouse and a churidar. Also, if you want to change the neck or sleeve measurements, we'll have to take it again"
He explained.
"OK, sounds reasonable. let's take it then" I said.
He took the measuring tape and stood closer to me. His gaze was going towards my exposed cleavage most of the time.
First, he started with the waist. He took the tape and wrapped it around my waist, took the measurement and wrote it in a notebook.
Then he went down to take the length of the skirt. He sat on his knees in front of me.
"How much length you want?" He asked me, looking up- with my boobs in foreground.
His one hand was at my hips and the other hand was at my ankles.
I thought for a moment. How long a skirt can be, here?
It cannot go beyond the knees.
But, around the knees? I'll have to check that.
"Little higher" I said.
He raised the hand with tape, 2 inches higher.
"Little more" I said.
He looked up for a moment.
"You keep going. I'll tell you when to stop." I said casually.
He gave me a naughty smile hearing this.
He started raising his hand slowly.
It reached the knees.
When it reached at the bottom of the knees, he further slowed it down.
'Should I say stop?' I thought.
'May be a little more?'
It rose slowly till the kneecap.
I didn't say anything. He kept on rising his hand, while looking at me, with a shocked expression. I also looked into his eyes, deeply, confidently.
His hand crossed the knee cap.
NO. Not a single word from my mouth.
His hand kept on moving, through my thighs.
It reached two inches above the knee.
"OK, stop" I said.
"Are you sure?" He was surprised.
"OK, little down then" I giggled and said.
He stopped at around 4 inches below my knees.
He stood up.
"I see you are in a playful mood" he said.
"I'm always like this" I replied, giving him a wink.
"Don't judge me" I giggled again.
Now the top.
He started by taking the measurements of sleeves.
He put one edge of the tape on my shoulder over the shirt.
And asked me how much.
I showed him around 3 inches length.
Now he started measuring the armpit area.
He was not able to properly take measurement because the sleeves of the shirt were quite large and it was hanging at the armpit area.
"Should I remove the shirt?"
I was in a hurry. Lol.