TAILOR 2
The tailor called a few days later to tell me that my skirt was done. I said I wouldn't be able to pick it up that week but would have to come in the next week sometime. He said any day would be fine, and I should plan on coming after hours again. My husband called him the next week and said we would be over to pick it up that evening around 7:30. The tailor said great, he would be expecting us. My husband had spoken to him after our last visit and the tailor kept telling him what a beautiful wife he had and that he would alter anything for me anytime we wanted. He also told him what great legs I had and how much he liked looking at them. He didn't mention anything else he had seen. Maybe he didn't want to seem too aggressive. My husband told him that he was glad he had enjoyed my legs and sometimes he liked it when other men admired my legs and things. He then asked the tailor how far up my legs he had seen, and the tailor admitted sheepishly that he had gotten a clear view of my pussy and ass thru my pantihose. My husband told him it was okay to look at whatever he could see but not to touch unless it was by accident as he was fitting something on me.
Before we went that evening, my husband laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear. They included 4' heels, nude color crotchless pantihose, a very sheer white pair of bikini panties, and a very short blue dress that buttoned all the way up the front. I left the top two buttons undone so a little braless cleavage was visible. When I sat in the car on the way the dress was so short it was about impossible to pull it down enough so my panties wouldn't show. My husband kept telling me how great I looked and I should give the tailor a good look. When we arrived he opened my door for me which he always does when I wear a short dress so he can watch me swing my legs wide as I get out of the car.
We knocked on the tailor's door and he opened it almost immediately. He saw me and his eyes got big as he looked at my dress. He said it's too bad that one didn't need taking up. Too my surprise, my husband told him after I try on the other one he had altered he wanted him to see if he could maybe take the one I had on in a little on the top as it fit just a little loose. The tailor said he would be happy to. The tailor handed me the skirt he had taken up so I could inspect it and try it on. I had brought a short crop top that fit real loose on the bottom to try on with it. I went to the dressing room and closed the curtain almost all the way. I left it open just enough to give them a little glimpse but not really show them much . . . yet. When I came out they both smiled and said how perfect it fit. I walked around in front of them and asked them if they really thought it did.
My husband suggested I take a few steps up the open staircase that led to the tailors apartment upstairs so they could get a different angle of view...and smiled. I went up about 6 steps...this put my knees about eye level with them. They could easily see completely under my skirt and see the bottom of my tits under my crop top from their angle. They could also see the little wet spot that was forming in my panties. My husband then told me to check my shoe as he thought it looked loose. I knew what he wanted, so on the stairs I turned my back towards them and put one foot a couple of steps higher, then bent over to check. As I did the short skirt rode up and uncovered my panty covered ass and my crop top hung open and they could look up and see my nipples as my tits hung down. He then said the skirt looked good from every angle and I should put the other dress back on. I went back to the dressing room and left the curtain a little bit wider this time. I took my time as I stood in the opening in just my crotchless pantihose, panties, and heels.
I then put the other dress back on as before. I again went to the box and got up on it. This dress was really short and just climbing on showed off my panties. Once on, I asked them what they thought needed to be done to this dress to make it better. My husband quickly answered that he didn't like the pantilines my panties were making and told me to take them off. I said okay and started to get down...but my husband stopped me and said to do it there. I didn't expect that at all and actually got a little embarrassed. I could see the tailor was getting a little excited by all of this, so I turned away from them and slipped my panties down as they watched from behind. I could feel the coolness on my wet pussy and see the sticky juice in the crotch of my panties. Then my husband asked the tailor if the top could be taken in to make it fit a little tighter. The tailor approached, but standing on the top of the stool was too high and I had to come down one step. He said the only way he could tell if it could be altered is to be able to see how far it was hemmed over on the buttons. My tits were at eye level with him now and close.
He was looking at the top of the hem close to my neck, when my husband said he didn't think it was the same all the way down and to let the tailor look at the rest. I asked him what he meant, and he told me to let the tailor unbutton the dress the rest of the way. I turned red again and the tailor said that wouldn't be necessary, but I told him if that's what my husband wanted it would be okay. The tailor slowly unbuttoned one button at a time starting from the top. His fingers pushed against me with each button. As more buttons came undone, more and more of my body was exposed to him, but not until the last button did my dress fall wide open. There I was, standing in front of this man who I hardly knew with my hard nipples pointing at him and my wet pussy wanting to be touched. I asked if the hem was alterable and he slowly inspected it's length. In the process his hands and arms brushed against my bare tits and pussy. My husband then told me to take my dress off completely so the tailor could see it. I was so hot I let it go immediately.
At that point, my husband suggested that I go ahead and touch myself while they watched. My fingers went for my pussy immediately. As they did my husband took out his cock and the tailor followed his lead. His cock was huge for an otherwise small man. I fingered and played with myself as they watched and jerked off. I was so hot I told them I wanted them to cum on me so they stood close as they stroked. First the tailor shot his load. It hit just above my navel and dripped down my stomach. I grabbed some and rubbed my tits with it as he finished. My husband was right behind with a huge spurt that went way up and hit my face. That was enough for me. I had a tremendous climax and started falling from the stool. They both got some pretty good feels in as they steadied me.
Hope you liked this, Rita
The tailor called a few days later to tell me that my skirt was done. I said I wouldn't be able to pick it up that week but would have to come in the next week sometime. He said any day would be fine, and I should plan on coming after hours again. My husband called him the next week and said we would be over to pick it up that evening around 7:30. The tailor said great, he would be expecting us. My husband had spoken to him after our last visit and the tailor kept telling him what a beautiful wife he had and that he would alter anything for me anytime we wanted. He also told him what great legs I had and how much he liked looking at them. He didn't mention anything else he had seen. Maybe he didn't want to seem too aggressive. My husband told him that he was glad he had enjoyed my legs and sometimes he liked it when other men admired my legs and things. He then asked the tailor how far up my legs he had seen, and the tailor admitted sheepishly that he had gotten a clear view of my pussy and ass thru my pantihose. My husband told him it was okay to look at whatever he could see but not to touch unless it was by accident as he was fitting something on me.
Before we went that evening, my husband laid out the clothes he wanted me to wear. They included 4' heels, nude color crotchless pantihose, a very sheer white pair of bikini panties, and a very short blue dress that buttoned all the way up the front. I left the top two buttons undone so a little braless cleavage was visible. When I sat in the car on the way the dress was so short it was about impossible to pull it down enough so my panties wouldn't show. My husband kept telling me how great I looked and I should give the tailor a good look. When we arrived he opened my door for me which he always does when I wear a short dress so he can watch me swing my legs wide as I get out of the car.
We knocked on the tailor's door and he opened it almost immediately. He saw me and his eyes got big as he looked at my dress. He said it's too bad that one didn't need taking up. Too my surprise, my husband told him after I try on the other one he had altered he wanted him to see if he could maybe take the one I had on in a little on the top as it fit just a little loose. The tailor said he would be happy to. The tailor handed me the skirt he had taken up so I could inspect it and try it on. I had brought a short crop top that fit real loose on the bottom to try on with it. I went to the dressing room and closed the curtain almost all the way. I left it open just enough to give them a little glimpse but not really show them much . . . yet. When I came out they both smiled and said how perfect it fit. I walked around in front of them and asked them if they really thought it did.
My husband suggested I take a few steps up the open staircase that led to the tailors apartment upstairs so they could get a different angle of view...and smiled. I went up about 6 steps...this put my knees about eye level with them. They could easily see completely under my skirt and see the bottom of my tits under my crop top from their angle. They could also see the little wet spot that was forming in my panties. My husband then told me to check my shoe as he thought it looked loose. I knew what he wanted, so on the stairs I turned my back towards them and put one foot a couple of steps higher, then bent over to check. As I did the short skirt rode up and uncovered my panty covered ass and my crop top hung open and they could look up and see my nipples as my tits hung down. He then said the skirt looked good from every angle and I should put the other dress back on. I went back to the dressing room and left the curtain a little bit wider this time. I took my time as I stood in the opening in just my crotchless pantihose, panties, and heels.
I then put the other dress back on as before. I again went to the box and got up on it. This dress was really short and just climbing on showed off my panties. Once on, I asked them what they thought needed to be done to this dress to make it better. My husband quickly answered that he didn't like the pantilines my panties were making and told me to take them off. I said okay and started to get down...but my husband stopped me and said to do it there. I didn't expect that at all and actually got a little embarrassed. I could see the tailor was getting a little excited by all of this, so I turned away from them and slipped my panties down as they watched from behind. I could feel the coolness on my wet pussy and see the sticky juice in the crotch of my panties. Then my husband asked the tailor if the top could be taken in to make it fit a little tighter. The tailor approached, but standing on the top of the stool was too high and I had to come down one step. He said the only way he could tell if it could be altered is to be able to see how far it was hemmed over on the buttons. My tits were at eye level with him now and close.
He was looking at the top of the hem close to my neck, when my husband said he didn't think it was the same all the way down and to let the tailor look at the rest. I asked him what he meant, and he told me to let the tailor unbutton the dress the rest of the way. I turned red again and the tailor said that wouldn't be necessary, but I told him if that's what my husband wanted it would be okay. The tailor slowly unbuttoned one button at a time starting from the top. His fingers pushed against me with each button. As more buttons came undone, more and more of my body was exposed to him, but not until the last button did my dress fall wide open. There I was, standing in front of this man who I hardly knew with my hard nipples pointing at him and my wet pussy wanting to be touched. I asked if the hem was alterable and he slowly inspected it's length. In the process his hands and arms brushed against my bare tits and pussy. My husband then told me to take my dress off completely so the tailor could see it. I was so hot I let it go immediately.
At that point, my husband suggested that I go ahead and touch myself while they watched. My fingers went for my pussy immediately. As they did my husband took out his cock and the tailor followed his lead. His cock was huge for an otherwise small man. I fingered and played with myself as they watched and jerked off. I was so hot I told them I wanted them to cum on me so they stood close as they stroked. First the tailor shot his load. It hit just above my navel and dripped down my stomach. I grabbed some and rubbed my tits with it as he finished. My husband was right behind with a huge spurt that went way up and hit my face. That was enough for me. I had a tremendous climax and started falling from the stool. They both got some pretty good feels in as they steadied me.
Hope you liked this, Rita
