"You must come in new pair of Uniform Uma," that was the order given to me by my senior officer. Yup, I am a cop. Landed in this profession not out of passion but out of circumstance. My name is Uma Devi, and 35 summers have passed since I have born. My husband was a cop too, my dad got me married to him keeping in mind about his steady income and his rank in the department, not even asking for my consent. He got me married to this man when I was still studying. He was just a complete stranger to me when he was in bed with me in our first night, probably thats how I could have got accustomed to f@cking complete strangers. He was involved in the encounter of Bullet Ravi, and later his men killed my husband and his constables. I had no job, and no money to survive, and I had not option but to join the Police Department, and take over his job, but not as an inspector, but as a Lady Constable.
I stand 5 foot 5 inches tall against gravity, with not that of an athletic body. But a neatly toned body, with 90 cm panties to hug to my neatly shaved privates, and a 36E Bra to secure my boobs. Coming back to the story, It was Republic day the next day, we had the last session of rehearsals, and I had my pant torn when I tried to stretch my leg, leaving me completely embarrassed. My senior officer ordered me to stitch a new uniform for Republic day, "Madam, only my pant is torn madam, can I only get new pants?" I asked her. "NO,.. you must get your new uniform stitched including your shirt. Since it is Republic Day" she ordered. "Yes Madam..!" I said and immediately came back home.
It was 7 in the evening, as soon as I went home, I quickly peeled off my sweaty clothes which were sticking on to me like another skin, and kicked it away and immediately went to take bath. I felt so relived taking bath in the hot water. I came out with a towel wrapped around me and looked at the watch it was 8 pm. Curing myself for taking too much time to take bath, I quickly opened my cupboard wardrobe, and picked my red color panties and entered inside it, securing my private area tight. I took out my white bra and clasped it secure, and threw my wet towel away. I took out my first available yellow tops with slits on either side of my hip and black leggings and wore it.
There is only tailor I know who can stitch my uniform fast. I quickly took the khaki dress material and put it in one bag and bunched up the uniform I wore earlier in the day in another bag and ran out searching for an Auto. None of the speeding autos stopped, I had to forcibly go in front of the auto, stretch my hands to stop the auto. "Hey Lady, are you crazy, you could have been knocked down by my auto," he said. Showing my ID card, "Shut up, I am a cop. Take me immediately to Viveknagar. Now," I shouted. "But madam, there are two gas cylinder in the passenger seat madam, how can you sit?" he said in a polite tone knowing that I am a cop. "Move the cylinders aside, and make space for me to sit" I ordered. "I will try madam," he said and moved the two gas cylinders and made a small space for me to sit. I had two bags in my hand, a red one and a black one. The red one is with the dress material, and the black one with my old dress for measurement. I kept the black bag behind the passenger seat and and kept one bag on my lap. The auto took off, and I got down there to find the tailor shop closed. I was helpless, I stood there with my hands on my hip. I have no one who can stitch uniform for me in such a quick time other than the "Classic Tailors." When I turned back to look at the auto, that pervert was directly looking at my butt area where my chudi tops and leggings were caught between my ass crack. Quickly pulling my attire out of my ass crack, I gave him a disgusted look, he turned away. "120 Rs Madam" he said. "What?" I asked. "The auto fair" he replied. Wait wait wait.. drop me from the place where you picked me up," I said and he agreed.
While the auto was moving, I took out my phone, and called my best friend Neethi, she is my lucky charm.
Me: Neethi.
Neethi: Are you driving?
Me: Yeah, I am in Auto Neethi.
Neethi:Where are you going at this time.
Me: I need to stitch my uniform Neethi. I went to my regular Tailor, his shop was closed and Today we have the Republic Day parade, I dono what I am going to do. My superior office is definitely going to kill me for sure.
Neethi: "A friend in need is a friend indeed". She said and laughed.
Me: Not one more of your philosophies at this time girl. I need a Tailor now, and not a "Friend" okay?
Neethil: (Laughing) Relax.. you remember my little brother Prem.
Me: Of course I know, he is my sweet heart. I used to carry him all the time. I miss that little guy, it has been 10 years since I saw him.
Neethi: He is not that little guy anymore, He is 25 and has grown taller than me. He is back from Singapore last week.
Me: Really? What a pleasant surprise.
Neethi: Guess what, he has got gifts for you from Singapore.
Me: Oh my god..! He has not forgotten me.
Neethi: Yes dear.
Neethi: Where are you right now ?
Me: I am leaving Viveknagar now, and heading back to my house. I guess I am going to stitch my old torn uniform and wear it for tomorrow, thats the least I can do to avoid getting yelled at.
Neethi: You are not going to wear your torn pants okay.
Me: What do you mean?
Neethi: Now listen to me carefully. Prem has set up his own business along with his friend at Indiranagar, they call themselves "Singapore Tailors." Go there and get you uniform stitched, and your problem solved.
Me: Oh my god .. Neethi you are my Angel, (I said and started kissing my phone a zillion times, I stopped when the auto driver looked at me licking his lips).
Me: Auto, go to Indiranagar, I said, and he turned the auto towards there.
Me: I cant believe our Prem has grown to start up his own business.
Neethi: Alright, I will text you the exact address, after your work is done do let me know. I have to clean some utensils now.
Me: Thank you so much Neethi. Love you da..
Neethi: Love you too dear.
Me: Bye.
I got the exact address as an SMS from Neethi, and I got down from the paying the Auto driver. There I stood with a cover in my hand, right in front of the "Singapore Tailor" the shop was in the third floor of the building. I took the lift to reach to the shop, the lift opened and I entered inside the "Singapore Tailors" Shop. There was no one in the shop except an old woman who was arranging the clothes. "Who is this? customer?" she asked. "Where is Prem, I am his sister," I said. "Prem sir has gone down to send off someone, he will be back soon, please have a seat." the old lady offered a plastic chair to sit. While I was sitting, I was looking around to find lot of designer clothing, and decided to have a look until Prem comes. I asked her to show few of the designer clothing. There was one clothing which caught my eyes, it was on the top shelf, I asked the old lady to show it to me. "I have a severe back pain dear, I can't climb, the office boy has left home already, its only me here," she said. I was cursing myself for asking her to do that. Saying "But don't worry Dear, I won't disappoint you," she tried to get on the table. "No no no.. please I will take it myself," I said and quickly kept one leg on the plastic chair another leg on the table and then stood firm on the table. "Thank you so much dear," the old lady said. "Its okay Madam," I said smiling. "You are so sweet.." she said. She seemed a bit too sweet to me. To divert her flattery, I pulled out a skirt from there, and kept it near my hip and asked "how does it look," She smiled and said "For your beautiful body, every other outfit here would suit you dear. You must start wearing Sareees regularly to..." before she could complete her sentence, a hand grabbed my left ass cheek and completely squeezed it and a finger nudged my pussy, leaving me completely unstable and jump from the table. To avoid falling on the flood, I wrapped my legs around the person who pinched my ass cheek, and hugged him tight. He too hugged me tight, placed me on the table and started kissing all over my face "I miss you so much Akka," he screamed. I understood it was Prem, I was caught in a very uncomfortable place, there I was on the table, with my legs spread wide, and this guy Prem top of me kissing all over my face, and his dick kissing my pussy over my thin panties and leggings, like a natural position. Not to mention, my boobs was totally squashed in against his chest.
I was not in the position to create a scene, or push him away, and I don't want to spoil his brotherly love for me (?). His dick was hitting my clit and with every moment, was rubbing my clit turning me on. Holding his face in my hand "You liar, you never missed me." I said. Since his lips was close to mine, he gave a peck on my lips and said "I missed you so much akka." Saying "I too missed you so much darling," I hugged him tight, and started kissing him passionately, and he was moving his dick all over my clit leaving me wet down there with my juices. "Shall I prepare some juice sir?" the old lady interrupted, and he broke the kiss, and got up from me. "Yeah Lakshmi ma, get me an apple Juice, and for you Akka?" he turned towards me and asked. I was trying to get up, his dry humping had pulled my legging lower exposing my panties elastic and my entire navel area. I woke up to sit covering my exposed area. I must start acting casual and normal, I was saying to myself. "For you Akka ?" he asked, without knowing what to react "What?" I asked. "I am taking Apple Juice, and what about you ?" he asked. "Get me the same Madam," I told and got down from the table.
To Be Continued....