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 
