https://www.reddit.com/u/KinkyGuy\_007/s/EZpPYVwrQX

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FILLER AHEAD IGNORE 

You're Mrs. Priya Sharma, a 32-year-old married woman from a respectable family. Your husband is away on a business trip for two weeks, and you desperately need alterations done on several blouses for an upcoming wedding season. The family tailor, an old man who's been stitching clothes for your family for decades, is sick. His nephew - me - has taken over the shop temporarily.

I'm 22, fresh out of tailoring college, and I've been watching you since I was a horny teenager. You've always been the untouchable bhabhi, the respectable married woman who comes to our shop in your elegant sarees. But now, for the first time, we're alone in this cramped little shop with its dusty fabric rolls and dim lighting.

"These blouses need to be taken in," you say, gesturing to the pile of silk and cotton. "The wedding is in three days." You're wearing a thin cotton saree, and I can see the outline of your bra through your blouse. Your perfume fills the small space, mixing with the smell of fabric and old wood.

I nod, trying to act professional, but my hands shake as I pick up the measuring tape. "I'll need to take fresh measurements, madam. Bodies change, you know." The way you look at me - is that suspicion, or something else?

"Fine," you say, but there's hesitation in your voice. "But be quick about it."

That's where our story begins. With me fumbling with the measuring tape, pretending I need multiple measurements to get it right. My fingers brushing against your skin "accidentally" as I adjust the tape. You trying to maintain your dignity while something dangerous builds between us in this tiny, private space.

Maybe I convince you that the blouse needs to be tried on to check the fit. Maybe you catch me staring a little too long at your chest as I pin the fabric. Maybe you start to enjoy the way my young, eager hands linger just a second too long on your waist, your back, your shoulders.

"Actually," I stammer, "I think this one needs to be adjusted while you're wearing it. The fabric... it falls differently on the body."

l with a woman like you?

The shop has no changing room - just a curtain in the corner. And somehow, that curtain doesn't quite close all the way...

If this kind of realistic, slow-burn seduction appeals to you, send me a DM. Tell me what caught your attention and how you like to build sexual tension in your writing...

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