Alyona got out of the car and, adjusting the glasses on her head so that they could hold their hair better, went to the establishment under the sign "Tailor". When she entered, the gentle tinkling of the bells announced the arrival of the client, a young man, about twenty-five, left the inner room of the atelier and asked how he could help.

A rather strong constitution, just above Alena, with a hairy chest, he immediately liked her. If she had run into him at a disco or in some club, she would probably flirt with him. But unfortunately this guy was not at all like the 65 year old old man with the gray beard she was looking for.

- Where is Uncle Misha? - asked Alena.

- He went to his daughter to the south and will return only in a month, - the answer was heard.

“Oh, yes, exactly, he warned me,” Alena tapped herself on the forehead.

- I'm his nephew. My name is Gena, I'm instead of Uncle Misha. Maybe I can help with something?

For the tailor, he is very even nothing, thought Alena, and Gena, between times, did not hesitate to look at Alena. Young, sleek, with good manners, the wife of a successful businessman, just a tasty morsel. No wonder her hubby was proud of his girl. True husband she had not seen for about a month and her sexual abstinence made itself felt, directly affecting her style of clothing. She began to dress more openly, the benefit was what to show. She liked the male looks she caught on herself.

At 27, she looked just great, not one extra gram with a good for her breast size and ass. At least three times a week, shaping classes, massage parlor, swimming pool did incredible things with Alena. Alyona was dressed in a light summer suit, consisting of a shirt without sleeves and trousers, which ended just below the knees. The thin material of the suit shone a little in bright light, and you could see the outlines of alyonny bra and panties. Alyona unzipped a pair of top buttons on a shirt exactly as propriety allowed. On her feet, Alena had simple shoes with an open heel and a closed toe. Heels as usual were just the most comfortable height.

“I need a dress by the end of the next week,” Gene stopped looking at Alain and switched to her words.

- No problem. I think next week everything will be ready at this time. Let's take a measure.

- But Uncle Misha has my sizes.

- Yes. I know, but I tried to understand his records and did not understand anything, - smiled the young tailor. - Therefore, I take measurements from all clients so that there are no misunderstandings.

“Oh, I see,” said Alena and stepped into the inner room.

Alena was already waiting, when the tailor came up with a meter in her hands. He put her hand on his shoulder and, barely touching her skin, slowly began to lead the meter from her palm to her shoulder. These, barely noticeable touches, immediately caused pleasant sensations on Alyona’s hand and the skin was covered with bloom, which causes a feeling of “skin ants”.

Alyona waited until the tailor took the measure of her hand and then said: “I wouldn’t want sleeves” - Gene easily, as a sign of understanding, shook his head and continued his measurements. Standing behind Alena, he wrapped her thin neck with a cold elastic band. His cold fingers barely touched the skin on her back where the neck begins. Without lingering for a long time, Gene, loosening his meter, walked around Alena, as if holding her on a leash and stood right in front of her.

- What cut-out dresses would you like? - He asked.

- In the form of the Latin letter "V", - answered Alena and was surprised to find that the voice did not betray her inner excitement caused by the touches of this guy.

He loosened his tape a little more and lowered it between her breasts, accidentally hitting her nipples with his fingers, which by this time had already strengthened and were harder than stone.A strong stream of either excitement, or just a nervous shiver rushed somewhere down, and Alena felt her panties getting wet from her juices. Rather instinctively, than deliberately she slightly spread her legs in order to somehow hold on and not fall.

- Does this cutout depth suit you? - Gena held his ribbon between her breasts, touching the edges of her arms and pressing a little on her breasts, which rose and fell heavily with each of her breaths.

“Deeper,” Alena said unexpectedly for herself, trying with all her might, not to give her excitement with a voice. The tailor put his finger in the loop of the ribbon, lowered it down a couple of centimeters, deliberately pressing on Alena’s chest. He even had the nerve to put one finger inside her shirt and now his finger was in the hollow between Alena’s breasts.

- Deeper, - Alena heard her voice with surprise.

- Are you sure? - With doubt in his voice asked the tailor. Alena opened her eyes and saw the tailor’s attentive and mocking eyes in front of her. She was shocked by the fact that she did not even notice how she closed them.

- Yes, you are right, so enough. Just please make sure that the edges are not too open, - Alain tried to regain control of the situation.

- Of course. Let's check how tightly your dress will sit on your chest - with these words, Gena pulled the ribbon from side to center of the chest, pressing with his thumbs on both ends of the tape.

- So ok? He asked, looking at her worried face.

“Closer,” said Alena, barely audibly.

The tailor cut the tape by a centimeter, thereby increasing the pressure on his chest and looked questioningly at Alain.

“Yes, that's how normal,” Alain whispered in a hoarse voice. Between her legs she was no longer just wet, there was a real flood. She had never experienced such excitement, she had never reached such a boiling point from just a few touches.

- Do you want the same neckline in the back? - Now he was standing behind Alena, holding the meter on his neck and lowering him down the back.

- Yes, but a little deeper.

The tailor's hand immediately began to move down and became a few centimeters from the belt.

“It’s just right here,” said Alena, although the tailor himself decided where to stop. Then the tailor's measuring tape tightly wrapped around Alena's waist.

- So not too tight? He asked her softly in his ear. He stood literally behind Alena, and she felt the warmth of his body. Such "close communication" weakened Alena's knees so that she probably would not have been able to keep her feet if it were not for the ribbon around her waist.

- A little bit worse please, - trying not to betray excitement, said Alena. His hands walked across her flat stomach, as if smoothing a ribbon.

- That's better?

- Yes.

The tailor left Alena for a moment to make the necessary entries in his journal. Alena gratefully breathed.

“Well, now let's take care of your feet,” Alena heard and was horrified at the thought that he would guess right now how wet she was in her panties. It seemed to her that the smell came from her, and he sensed him.

Genady knelt before Alyona, put one hand on her waist, and the other slowly began to lead down the leg. The thin fabric, it seemed, did not protect at all, but on the contrary strengthened the feelings of Alena. He stopped at the ankle and looked at her.

“Literally one centimeter lower,” Alena was glad that her voice sounded almost indifferent, even though the devil knew what was happening in her head.

His hand gently followed the curve of Alyonina’s waist, and she felt his cold fingers on her skin. In some places, her panties were peeking slightly out from under her low-set trousers, and it seemed to Alena that he had put a finger between her panties and hers. She stood like a stone ...