Seamstress Touch

A few years ago I went to purchase a new suit.  After selecting the suit and a pair of dress pants I went to pay out.  I paid for the items and was asked if I wanted to have them hemmed and tailored.  I agreed and was sent to the back of the store to the seamstress. She was in her late forties, shoulder length brown hair, pretty face, and curvy.  She had large breasts and was wearing a dress, knee length, with a scooped neck that exposed a great deal of cleavage.  She was quite attractive and spoke in a quiet, slightly sultry voice.  She greeted me and took my purchases and I followed her to the dressing area.  On the way, I admired a lovely, bouncey, round rear end that was swaying back and forth with each of her steps.  I was entranced, to say the least. She had me put the coat jacket on and she went about adjusting the sleeves, marking them and then went behing me pulling at he jacket and marking it to get just the right fit.  She put pins in where she wanted, came back around, touching, pulling, smoothing until it met her satisfaction.  I admired her figure in the mirrors as she worked.  She then stood beside me, looking at me in the mirror, her  arm reaching around me to adjust this and that and asked me if it felt right.  Wow, did it ever.  I could smell just a hint of perfume along with a scent that must just be her.  I told her it was perfect.  She took the jacket off me and handed me my suit pants with a smile and directed me to the changing booth. I slid my jeans off and put the suit pants on and noticed my cock had awoken and had come to life a little bit.  I stepped out of the booth and went to stand on a small platform.  The lady said, "I'm Jean, by the way."  I said "Glad to meet you, Jean, my name is Chuck".  With that, she knelt before me and began to fold up the hem of my pant leg.  She ran her hand up my leg a couple of times, smoothing the pant leg and then folding the hem, she put pins in the leg.  She then proceeded to my other leg and did the same.  Now, each time her hand slid up my leg, my cock twitched and began to grow.  After she had pinned each leg, she reached had me turn around.  She ran her hands over my butt, smoothing the material, I suppose.  She felt her way to the bottom of my butt and pulled on the fabric and made a couple of marks with a chalk pencil.  She had me turn around again.  She then reached between my legs and bunched up the crotch of my pants and ran her hand up and down my inner thigh.  While holding the material just under my balls, she looked up at me and asked how tight I wanted them.  Here she was, lightly touching my balls, my cock at semi-erect state, smiling up at me with her face just a foot or so from my cock.  I had her let some material out, then pull it back tighter until it was to my liking.  She then put a pin or two in the crotch and told me I could take them off but to be careful of the pins.  I noticed her face had flushed a little and I know mine was too. I walked carefully to the booth, slid the curtain closed and carefully removed the pants.  I handed them through the curtain and she took them from me.  I was now really horney and my cock was almost at full mast.  I decided to remove my boxers before putting on the second pair of pants.  As I put on the pants, I pushed my cock down, hoping it would stay pointing down.  I stepped out and onto the platform again and watched as Jean knelt down in front of me again.  She adjusted the hem of each pant leg, pulling, tugging and running her hand up and down my leg.  This time, when her hand slid up my left leg, her fingers encountered the head of my cock.  Her fingers brushed it, jerked away, ran down and then back up my leg.  I was looking down at her, watching her hands move.  As her hand moved back up the second time, her eyes stayed  looking at the hem of my pants but her hand moved up, touching the head of my cock, slowly higher until her fingers reached the base and the head was touching her wrist.  She slowly slid her hand down without ever looking up at me. She had me turn around and the same routine was done as before.  Then, she had me turn around again.  This time, she looked up at me and her face was fully flushed.  She reached between my legs and bunched up the fabric.  As she did, the clear outline of my cock was there for her to see.  And she looked.  A long time.  She finally pinned what needed to be and said I could change. I went to the booth, my cock was raging, hard and aching.  I carefully removed the pants and my cock sprang straight up and there was already a bead of precum glistening at the tip.  I slid the curtain back, wider than before, testing her, wanting her to see my cock.  She stepped over and took the pants, but her eyes were looking at my crotch.  I didn't let go of the pants and her eyes came up to meet mine.  I said, "Do you want to help me out?"  She just nodded her head and said, "Just to touch, that's all, Ok?"  I agreed and she stepped in the booth with me.  I pulled her to me hard and kissed her.  She hungrily kissed me back, out tongues doing a fast dance.  Her hand found my cock quickly and she began to stroke me.  I kissed her neck and touched her big, soft breasts.  I pulled her dress open and pulled her bra down to expose her.  I grabbed on breast in each hand, squeezing hem and then leaning down, sucked on each nipple.  She was stroking me hard and fast and I told her to slow down.   With one hand squeezing her right breast, kissing her deep, my other hand reached down and pulled her dress up.  I felt the heat of her pussy, cupping it in my hand and feeling the wetness saturating her  panties.  I pulled them to the side and slid my fingers in her wetness.  Her clit was large and standing out from its hood.  I grazed my finger over it and she moaned.  I slipped my finger down into the cleft of her lips and into the deepness of her pussy.  She was so hot and slick.  I let my fingers trail upwards, circling her clit but now quite touching it. She shivered and shook each time my fingers came close to her clit.  Her grip on my cock became tighter and she began to stroke me harder.  Her breathing became heavy and I began to kiss her neck and pinch her nipple.  I could smell her so strong in the little booth.  I slipped my finger out of her pussy and brought it to my lips.  Her eyes opened when my hand left her pussy and she watched me lick her juices off my fingers.  I slipped them back to her pussy and I could feel her tremble as my fingers touched, ever so slightly the firmness of her clit.  Around and around, then barely brushing it, then up and down her slickness, sliding inside her, then back up.  Suddenly, her whole body went rigid.  Her head was back, her eyes closed, her breathing stopped.  Her hand left my cock and grabbed my hand at her pussy.  She held my hand tight against her pussy, grinding on it.  Then she moaned loudly, her breath expelled, Ugh, Oh, Ugh, God, Yes, OOooohhhhhh. She went limp against me and I held her tight as she slowly unwound.  I kissed her neck and her face finally turned to me and she kissed me hard and deep.  Her hand once again found my cock but her other hand still held me against her pussy. We were pressed together, her breathing raged as she stroked me.   She released my hand and drew her hand down over her pussy.  She got it wet from her juices and began to wet my cock with it.  Back and forth she went from her pussy to my cock until my cock was wet and slick.  She ran my cock back and forth through her wet hand as she kissed me.  I felt my cock surge and tighten.  I pulled away from her mouth and told her I was about to cum.  She looked me in the eye a moment and then dropped to her knees.  I couldn't believe it.  I watched as her mouth opened and my cock slowly entered her mouth.  Oh, the heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue, the wet slickness of her mouth.  I grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth.  Her hand grabbed the base of my cock and held on as i pumped in and out of her mouth.  As I felt myself begin to cum, I stopped and whispered, "Now".   She looked up at me but her mouth never left my cock.  As my cum began to shoot out, she took it all, swallowing twice.  I said some things, I don't know what all as I came.  When I was through cumming, I took her head in my hands and continued to slowly pump my cock in and out of her mouth for a few seconds, prolonging the wonderful sensations of her mouth. I pulled her up and kissed her long and deep.  I could taste her pussy and my cum on her lips.  We held each other for a few minutes.  She said, "That was so erotic for me, I loved it."  "But I'm married, so this won't happen again."  I said I understood but told her how lovely and sexy she was and that it would be strictly between us. She adjusted her clothes and left me to run to the bathroom.  I took my time getting dressed.  The booth smelled the musky smell of sex and my hands held the wonderful scent of her pussy.  I waited until she returned and handed her my business card.  "Please dont throw it away.  Sometime, somewhere, if you need me, even just to talk, call me", I said.  She did not answer, but she did slide it in her bra while giving me a smile.  I touched her cheek lightly and left her, her face still flushed from orgasm and the taste of my cum in her mouth. One of these days I will hear from her..............................I'm sure.