TAILOR by Rita
I thought you might like to hear about the tailor where I sometimes take my skirts to be shortened. I have a hard time finding a selection of skirts in clothing stores as short as I like to wear them so in the past I have been taking the hems up myself when I found one I really liked except for the length.
My husband buys suits and always has them altered at a tailor shop. He has been going there for a long time and knows the tailor pretty well. The tailor, who owns the small shop, runs it by himself. He usually only alters men's suits as he sells a small line of them in his shop and has more work than he wants just doing them.
I have been with my husband a couple of times when he picked up his finished suits and spoken with the tailor a couple of times. He seemed like a really nice man, and always seemed to admire my legs as we spoke. One day I suggested to my husband that he ask the tailor if he would be willing to do the alterations on my skirts. My husband told me that he had never seen him do anything except suits, but was willing to ask, as he knew I hated hemming them myself.
In a few days my husband stopped by the store and put the question to the tailor. The tailor said he was surprised that we wanted him to do the alterations, since it was many years since he had done anything except a suit, but he would be willing to give it a try. He said it would be better for us to come after closing so it wouldn't be so busy.
The thought of it was starting to give me ideas, so I decided to go shopping so I would have a new skirt to be altered. I found a nice one that fit snug to my waist and got wider as it went down. It was about 5 or 6 inches above my knees and would have been short enough for a lot of women....but not me. To go with it I bought a red tank top that had a very loose fit around the neck and arms to make it easy to see my tits.
The next week my husband called him and said I needed one altered and asked when we could get it done. The tailor said to come by that evening after closing. He said to just knock on the door and he would let us in. I wore my sheerest pair of pantihose with no panties under a tight pair of jeans, my new top that showed my tits and very high heels to the shop.
When we got there, the tailor let us in and I showed him the skirt I needed altered. We all agreed I would have to try it on to determine the proper length. I changed into it in a small dressing room he had. When I came out he remarked how nice I looked in it. My husband was having a good time watching his reactions. The tailor had a small platform in front of a mirror that he used when he was taking up the cuffs on men's trousers and my husband suggested that I should get up on it so the tailor wouldn't have to bend so far. The tailor agreed that would be a good idea. The tailor is pretty short and when I stood on the platform in my heels his face was just a little above the hem of my skirt. He had a really good view of my long legs from where he stood.
He asked me to show him how short I wanted it. I said I wasn't sure and suggested that he slowly raise it as I watched myself in the mirror ahead. He smiled and said that would probably work. He moved around behind me and carefully grabbed each side. He pulled it up a couple of inches and asked me if that was okay. I said to pull it up a little shorter. He pulled it up a little more and asked again. I knew from this angle he could now see the bottom of my ass cheeks through my pantihose. He said how nice the skirt looked at this length and asked if that is where I wanted it hemmed. Just then my husband suggested that we should see how it looked just a little shorter. The tailor looked surprised, but I agreed maybe we should. He pulled it up slowly and kept going until my pussy peeked out from under the skirt. He could see it in the mirror and I saw him looking at it. My bare ass was still right in front of his face. I said I would hold the skirt at this length if he wanted to look at the skirt from the front to see what he thought. I held it up as he walked around in front of me to look. I could see his hard-on as he looked at my pussy through my pantihose. I asked him what he thought of it now and he said it was beautiful. After he got a good look at my pussy I lowered the skirt down to where I really wanted it and said he should hem it there. This was right below my ass cheeks and pussy.
As he was putting the pins in he couldn't help "accidently" brushing my ass with his fingers. When it came time to pin the front, I noticed that the backs of his fingers bumped a little more than necessary and lingered a little longer just to make sure he was getting a good feel of my pussy.
When I got down from the platform, I made sure that I had to bendover a few times to let him look down my top and see my tits. He seemed to like them but really seemed more interested in looking at my pussy. When I went to take the skirt off to leave it with him, I left the dressing room curtain open a little as I took it off. I saw him looking so I took my time changing. I slipped my top off and pretended I was looking for something in it that was scratching me. This left me in just my pantihose and high heels. After I figured he had enough of a look I finished dressing and came out. Both he and my husband were all smiles. The tailor said he would call when it was done, and then added that I would need to try it on again at that time to make sure it was right. We all smiled at this and said we wouldn't have it any other way.
RITA
I thought you might like to hear about the tailor where I sometimes take my skirts to be shortened. I have a hard time finding a selection of skirts in clothing stores as short as I like to wear them so in the past I have been taking the hems up myself when I found one I really liked except for the length.
My husband buys suits and always has them altered at a tailor shop. He has been going there for a long time and knows the tailor pretty well. The tailor, who owns the small shop, runs it by himself. He usually only alters men's suits as he sells a small line of them in his shop and has more work than he wants just doing them.
I have been with my husband a couple of times when he picked up his finished suits and spoken with the tailor a couple of times. He seemed like a really nice man, and always seemed to admire my legs as we spoke. One day I suggested to my husband that he ask the tailor if he would be willing to do the alterations on my skirts. My husband told me that he had never seen him do anything except suits, but was willing to ask, as he knew I hated hemming them myself.
In a few days my husband stopped by the store and put the question to the tailor. The tailor said he was surprised that we wanted him to do the alterations, since it was many years since he had done anything except a suit, but he would be willing to give it a try. He said it would be better for us to come after closing so it wouldn't be so busy.
The thought of it was starting to give me ideas, so I decided to go shopping so I would have a new skirt to be altered. I found a nice one that fit snug to my waist and got wider as it went down. It was about 5 or 6 inches above my knees and would have been short enough for a lot of women....but not me. To go with it I bought a red tank top that had a very loose fit around the neck and arms to make it easy to see my tits.
The next week my husband called him and said I needed one altered and asked when we could get it done. The tailor said to come by that evening after closing. He said to just knock on the door and he would let us in. I wore my sheerest pair of pantihose with no panties under a tight pair of jeans, my new top that showed my tits and very high heels to the shop.
When we got there, the tailor let us in and I showed him the skirt I needed altered. We all agreed I would have to try it on to determine the proper length. I changed into it in a small dressing room he had. When I came out he remarked how nice I looked in it. My husband was having a good time watching his reactions. The tailor had a small platform in front of a mirror that he used when he was taking up the cuffs on men's trousers and my husband suggested that I should get up on it so the tailor wouldn't have to bend so far. The tailor agreed that would be a good idea. The tailor is pretty short and when I stood on the platform in my heels his face was just a little above the hem of my skirt. He had a really good view of my long legs from where he stood.
He asked me to show him how short I wanted it. I said I wasn't sure and suggested that he slowly raise it as I watched myself in the mirror ahead. He smiled and said that would probably work. He moved around behind me and carefully grabbed each side. He pulled it up a couple of inches and asked me if that was okay. I said to pull it up a little shorter. He pulled it up a little more and asked again. I knew from this angle he could now see the bottom of my ass cheeks through my pantihose. He said how nice the skirt looked at this length and asked if that is where I wanted it hemmed. Just then my husband suggested that we should see how it looked just a little shorter. The tailor looked surprised, but I agreed maybe we should. He pulled it up slowly and kept going until my pussy peeked out from under the skirt. He could see it in the mirror and I saw him looking at it. My bare ass was still right in front of his face. I said I would hold the skirt at this length if he wanted to look at the skirt from the front to see what he thought. I held it up as he walked around in front of me to look. I could see his hard-on as he looked at my pussy through my pantihose. I asked him what he thought of it now and he said it was beautiful. After he got a good look at my pussy I lowered the skirt down to where I really wanted it and said he should hem it there. This was right below my ass cheeks and pussy.
As he was putting the pins in he couldn't help "accidently" brushing my ass with his fingers. When it came time to pin the front, I noticed that the backs of his fingers bumped a little more than necessary and lingered a little longer just to make sure he was getting a good feel of my pussy.
When I got down from the platform, I made sure that I had to bendover a few times to let him look down my top and see my tits. He seemed to like them but really seemed more interested in looking at my pussy. When I went to take the skirt off to leave it with him, I left the dressing room curtain open a little as I took it off. I saw him looking so I took my time changing. I slipped my top off and pretended I was looking for something in it that was scratching me. This left me in just my pantihose and high heels. After I figured he had enough of a look I finished dressing and came out. Both he and my husband were all smiles. The tailor said he would call when it was done, and then added that I would need to try it on again at that time to make sure it was right. We all smiled at this and said we wouldn't have it any other way.
RITA
