The Spark to Ignite (Sexperiences of Ammu)

Let me introduce myself. My name is Ammu, of course, my name is changed. I am 22 years old now. I graduated from an engineering college located in Chennai, famous for its red building. To describe my family. I am from a family located in Erode.

I have a brother who is younger to me. I am short around 160 cms but I have curves in the right areas now. My stats now are 34-30-32. I have a near hourglass shape that is highlighted because of my short height.

This story begins before I even had those stats and it started a couple of years ago. My experiences would come across in parts and you can contact me through [email protected] for feedback.

My department usually organizes an inter-college program every year and the hosts who conduct usually dress up in saree (the girls) and boys wear formals. Like every girl, I was excited to wear a saree for three days. So when I went home before a month I was excited to go shopping for saree.

My parents were very caring and open. I really did not know anything about sex and its urges I am a virgin. So I used to be wearing just a top and slip and no bra while I am at home. That day I was excited to go for saree shopping and when my mom told to change I did not change the tops.

I just removed the bottoms and put on a panty and a jean. I don’t wear panties at home unless it’s my periods. I went by bus with my mom and we reached the shop. My mom picked three sarees for me –  a yellow color one, a blue color one and a transparent black colored one.

After that, we picked the petticoats for the sarees and we had to go for stitching the blouse. That is where the problem started. I usually wear the sports bra type ones without the strap and that day I wasn’t wearing one. My size at that time was a 70-75cm bra (less than 29 inches).

My mom told me that for sarees a normal bra is the perfect setting and so we went to buy three bras and they had straps. After picking three my mom billed them and asked me to wear one as I will have to go for stitching my blouse. We purchased the saree and we went to the tailor.

Meanwhile, my mom told me that I can get my blouse stitched for two sarees here. The black one I can get it stitched in Chennai, as I will get good designs there. My mom took me to her regular tailor. His name was Kumar and he runs the shop with his wife and a few workers.

When we went there my mom asked about his wife and workers as he was alone in the shop. He said they have gone to visit a person in the hospital who gave birth to a baby. He had to stay to stitch a blouse for a function urgently. He asked my mom about the purpose of the visit.

She said to stitch blouse. So he asked for the cloth and said he has the measurements and to collect it in 3 days. My mom told him that the blouse was for me. We need it in 2 days as I have to go back to college. So he asked if there is any sample blouse for measurement.

My mom told him it’s my first blouse and so we don’t have any sample blouse. He asked us to wait for 5 minutes and said he’ll take the measurements after he finishes this blouse. We were waiting for 10 minutes. I was getting restless as I have never worn a bra with straps and I was finding it uneasy.

He finished his work a little later and told my mom that he has to close the shop to go to the hospital. If it is open people might still come and keep him occupied. He said he’ll close the half shutter and be back. My mom hesitated to say it won’t be nice if I am inside when you close the half shutter people might think of crazy things.

So I better stay outside the half-closed shutter. The tailor said that’s a good idea. He asked my mom for the design for my blouse and my mom picked two with his suggestions after seeing the saree. My mom went out and he closed the half shutter, he came to take the measurements.

He measured my arm width and asked if I don’t eat well at home. I said I don’t eat well as I am in a hostel in Chennai. He then asked me if I am wearing a slip. I said yes, he said the measurements will go wrong as I wont have a slip when I wear the blouse. I have never been so close with a man other than my father and brother.

They have never seen me in any state of undress. Even if they did I never felt uneasy, but before the tailor, I hesitated. My tailor sensed my hesitation and told my mom about it. He also complained that he had to leave. My mom told me to listen to him as he is a good tailor, so when I asked him where I can remove.

He said the trial room is not accessible now and I have to do it there. I hesitated but my mom said it’s okay Ammu. So I started removing my tops in front of the tailor. Then I took off my slip slowly. I stood in a cream-colored strap bra before the tailor.

About the tailor, he was a lean man and had grey hair and he was almost 50 years old. So when I stood in front of him, he let his hand into his pant pocket and was looking for something. I thought it was for his pencil, only now do I realize he did that for some other reason.

So he came near me to take the measurements. I was getting goosebumps when he was near me. I was feeling different. He slowly started taking the measurements. When he placed his fingers near my nipples it was getting erect. I have felt like this only while bathing and now I was scared.

But he was very professional, he brushed my breasts and almost got my nipple out as I was moving with discomfort. He asked what my problem was I said nothing and he went behind me. He asked if it’s my first time in a strapped bra, I hesitatingly said yes.

He said I have not put it on properly and there is a bend in the strap and that is why I am feeling uncomfortable. Saying so he undid my strap from behind and in reflex, I held my bra covering my breast. He said don’t worry I am just putting the strap straight and then he pulled the straps to latch it.

My small breasts were tightly held. I said, “Aahhhhhhh.” I tried controlling but I couldn’t and so it was feeble. I was in shock and he said the measurements are done. I can get it in two days. So I put on the slip and tops. I didn’t want the bra, but I didn’t want to be naked in front of the tailor too as I was already losing my senses.

So I put my slip and tops and joined my mom. we started towards the bus stand to go home. As the market was crowded many people were pushing each other. I was getting squeezed and my breasts were squeezed because of my short stature. I was not aware of this at first and I didn’t mind it.

But after the tailor, I was getting erect without my intention and somehow we reached the bus stand. My mom and I got on a bus and she sat near the window, while I was in the aisle. When my mom got the ticket from the conductor he brushed my breast as the driver applied the brakes.

I closed my eyes and held the rod. I felt like peeing and I was scared as I could not control. When we reached home at first I went to the bathroom to check, I hadn’t urinated but there was something sticky between my legs and it made my hairs to stick. I cleaned it thoroughly and came out and removed my bra.

My nipple was very erect and so I decided to not wear the slip. So I came out wearing only the top. Since my nipples were protruding from my perky breasts. My younger brother was staring at it. I felt uncomfortable and so I changed again and this time I wore a slip.

The tailor was the spark that ignited the curiosity in me and changed me totally with every experience. Further experiences will be shared more based on your feedback. For feedback contact: [email protected]

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