Chapter 5

Rafiq smiled at me and turned towards the door. Then he stopped and said “there is only one way you can prove to me how serious you are, when I come back in ten minutes, I want to see you in your birthday suit”.

He left without waiting for my answer closing the door after him. This was the moment of truth I was dreading because me getting naked in front of Rafiq made me tremble and shame came over me.

It struck me now that this is not as easy as it sounds in reality. I reluctantly removed my bra and panty keeping it with my saree and tried to cover my modesty with my hands.

One hand across my boobs barely covering my nipples and other over my crotch. These ten minutes seemed to pass in slow motion making me even more nervous.

Then the door opened and Rafiq entered with some catalogs and a measuring tape. He smiled looking at me adding even more to my discomfort.

He made me standup holding my shoulders and calmly said “wow Anita you passed the second test also”. I was feeling ashamed because of my nakedness so stood quietly looking away from him.

He said “its ok, I only wanted to measure your chest size before I suggest some options for you. Now, can you please remove your hands and raise them above your head”?

I did not have any choice now so I raised both my hands and let him measure my chest. He took his measurements and wrote them down. Then he turned towards the door saying “now put on your clothes except the sari and call me”.

He left closing the door leaving me bewildered and unable to comprehend as to why he did not do anything to me, now that I was stark naked in front of him.

I quickly wore my clothes except my saree as per his instructions. Then I called him and he came inside. I realized that he was standing right outside all this while.

Rafiq asked “now can I take the rest of my measurements”? He took the measurements then said “Anita why is your petticoat tied so high”? Well I always have tied it like this only since I wore my first saree and saw nothing wrong in that.

I replied “this is how I have always worn it since I learned to wear a sari”. He said “sorry to say but you are wearing it wrong. This is the first thing which needs to change”.

Without waiting for my answer, he tugged on the strings and loosened it. He lowered it to where he wanted while I looked on keenly. Now half of my panties were showing, again he nodded his head sideways.

He said “this is why I hate these granny panties Anita. But for the sake of showing you what I mean I am going to lower them. Are you okay with that”?

Now after he had seen me in my birthday suit there was no reason for me to disagree with him. So I nodded my consent. He let go of my petticoat and held the sides of my panties and pulled them down to my thighs exposing my vagina for the second time today.

Then he raised it slowly till it sufficiently covered just my bush. This was way lower than what I was used to. The he raised my petticoat and fastened it an inch above the panties.

My full midriff was exposed now. He said “for a woman your age, I have to admit that you have a very flat and enticing sexy belly and you should be proud of it”.

This was the first compliment he had given me and it really felt very nice. He continued “majority of women struggle to have a flat belly like this and you already have it. This is one of the most sensual thing about a woman and is a big turn for most men”.

He was freely feeling my entire midriff sending pleasure waves thru my body arousing me greatly. He continued with his measurements and after he was done, he said “now wear your saree and meet me at the counter”.

He turned towards the door but stopped. He said “make sure you wear it without raising the petticoat” and left. I was very impressed with his gentlemanly behavior today.

I decided to follow his instructions without using my brains for once. After draping my saree, I turned to the full length mirror to see how I looked now.

I could not believe my eyes, yes my full belly was exposed but more than that I was feeling very differently nice about it. Rafiq was surely right. Then I looked below and my saree was barely an inch above the ground.