My tailor

My tailor's name is Jean-Claude and he is almost as old as his name. Ok, he's not that old, maybe around 55, short and slim so he looks older than D, who is 60. He has been my tailor for around five years. He has a small shop in a one-room apartment, which he has split with two curtains, one which separates the place where he works, the other the small fitting room, the rest is a couch, a tiny kitchen which he only uses to make coffee or tea to his clients and a tiny bathroom.

Now, don't get me wrong. I do like good quality clothing which fits well but I'm buying my clothes in normal shops. Pret a porter. But I like tight, fitting, classic outfits and it's difficult to find them. I am very tall, with a big chest, shoulders and hips. So I buy most of my clothes in Germany. But German ladies my size seem to be a bit wider at the waist (I have a very small hip-waist ratio) so I always need some adjustment. The shops which I visit also offer a fitting service but honestly it stinks. There is a lady who marks something, you come after one week and your blouse makes unpleasant folds at the waist, or your skirt under the butt. The service ends there.

The disadvantage with JC is that I have to visit him 4-5 times before a garment is finished. The advantage is that when I finally get it, it looks perfect on me, not a single wrinkle, all tight without being uncomfortable. And he charges me 20 for a blouse, 30 for a skirt, 40 for a jacket, prices which have not changed in 5 years. Honestly, with these prices and the time he spends on me I don't know how he makes a living. He has always refused tips with a bow and a nice compliment like that being my tailor is an honor for him - or the likes.

I therefore agree to model for his website, which shows some elegant clothes of his creation (again, for me he mainly only fits them) and some underwear. Speaking of the underwear, I let him do some of my bras, but that's not systematic. This is one of the fields where I think more is better than good. I may get out of his shop with the best fitted bra ever, but number one I won't wear it during the whole summer, and number two the size of my boobs does vary, first a bit during the month (they become fuller during oestrus) and especially during the year - I have a tendency to lose weight in summer and put it back in in winter. Right now I'm a C plus, I'll likely be a D minus in March so having the perfect bra is not the real issue here.

What he does best is very light, strapless transparent and half-cup bras, the ones which we call "with small balcony", which end under the nipple and you can wear them under an evening dress and you will look braless. They offer just a bit of support, not enough to make your boobs look unnatural but enough to make them very perky, keeps them a bit more together and leaves them just enough freedom to move a bit to look natural without letting them go wild when you make a small jump or a quick turn. These ones are already hard to find and almost impossible to make them look good, neither be too lax nor cut into your breasts, without careful fitting

Of course, I do know that he likes to give my breasts the best outlook, to measure them, weigh them, move them inside the shell he is building for them... Yes, he clearly likes to touch them and make them look great. And yes, he makes me comfortable with the process by always offering compliments. "Your breasts, Madam, are a work of art, we have to give them the best, most luxurious case" (ecrin in French).

I was a bit shy in the beginning, would change behind the curtain and all. Then I let him do a few bras for me and my top half had no more secret for him. The skirts he fits for me are so tight he suggests that I shouldn't wear any undies - not even the borderless ones. And as it happens I don't wear any in summer so I stopped wearing them specially for him. It was too complicated - I needed to go back home and put some panties on before visiting him.
Then I stopped being too scrupulous with the curtain, especially when in a hurry, then I didn't really bother to close it at all. Then I told him that to your doctor and tailor you shouldn't hide anything, and stopped making a fuss about my nakedness. So today I pretty much undress entirely all the time. I only take my top off if we're working on a blouse or a bra, but I take off everything for a dress and even for a skirt or for pants (pulling the top up so he can work on the skirt band is a bore). Business suits too - I try them out both with and without bra and (borderless) panties.

I even told him that he would be welcome to join me/us at a German spa but he said he wouldn't dare. To a certain extent, I think that being naked on that very low stool he asks me to step on is more intimate than social nudity. Social nudity is usual very attractive to guys. Some straight guys may find it disgusting because of all the dingling bits, big bellies and hairy stuff other guys display. Some may feel a bit complexed by their body, skin, or size. Yet some others may hesitate to join social nudity for fear of unwanted erections. My bet is that JC prefers to have me nude all for himself in the intimacy of his small work room, turning around me while I stand on my tiny pedestal and free to touch me, and he would feel disappointed, maybe even jealous if he had to "share me" in a social nudity context. To each his own.

And his secret to make me so comfortable? Compliments. He never fails to say a nice thing about my body, when seeing it, when touching it, when fitting a dress on it. He makes me feel beautiful, he makes me feel proud of my body. He makes me feel comfortable being naked in front of him while he is fully dressed. I had a similar experience with the elderly gent who held the sex shop under the apartment I and D rented when we first got together. I think I told that story.

Does he get aroused during our fitting sessions? I believe he does. Not in the sense you think. He wears large pants, I never saw any particular bulge there, but I often feel his breath on my body and his breath is getting heavy when I'm naked. You guys get a very heavy breathe when aroused, don't you. Much more than we do. Do I get aroused? Well, yes, a bit, sometimes. It's more his words, his compliments, the admiration in his eyes rather than the touch of his hands.

You know me, I speak freely about sex, well especially with my girlfriends, but I never suggested or offered him anything sexual, I 'ever even saw him naked. Should I? Maybe one day but right now I think we are a good fit (no pun intended) and we like our work together, I like its results, he likes the process, I feel pampered, he feels like Pygmalion or a Greek sculptor (his words), we're good, aren't we.

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