Upstairs?

Surprised by the proclamation, I blurt out, “what do you mean upstairs?”

Once again politely giggling, the grey dragonkin continues to surprise me, “Dear, I own all three floors of this building.” She says, her eyebrow raised. Tauntingly, she adds, “Did you expect me to make my clothing in the back alley?”

Illogically taken off guard, I sputter as she picked up the small measurements book and gave me a mischievous look. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I didn’t expect her to own the building. Maybe she actually was some important noble? I knew most dragonkin were usually well off, but to be talented like this… Said talent was already making her way to the front door.

Hurrying along to not be left behind, I mutter a thanks as she pulls open the door for me, exposing me to the bright skies, as well as the people underneath them. Taking a few steps out from the doorway, my eyes drift back down from the sky, triggering my own panic. I turn back around, holding up my hands to hide my face from a near pedestrian, barely avoiding the usual staring. Ari, having followed behind me, was locking up the shop, her slight hunch putting my face once again close to her behind, only heightening my blush.

Not one to miss a thing apparently, she decided to take it that I was feeling shy now, commenting, “Someone’s head is running a bit wild…” Suddenly wiggling her hips at me, a teasing lilt revisits her voice, “…hm, oh no, it seems that I can’t quite turn the lock.” She says, the lock clicking with a buttery smooth turn barely a few moments later.

Noticing the closest passerby had vanished, I took one of my hands and swatted her, the softness of the dress muting any of the **** I had put behind it. “Stop being such a flirt and let’s get upstairs already!” I forcefully whispered, indignation flaring over my desire to stay unnoticed to the street.

Despite being back out in public, I met Ari’s fake pout with a smile, running a hand over my horn to not look so obviously shy. Ari, having picked up the hint too get moving, hurried out of the doorway, passing me to lead the way, her hips swaying in a confident strut, while her tail swished the dress. It was obvious where she was headed, an alley with just enough room for two sets of shoulders, sitting barely a few meters further down the street from where I had come.

With my hand blocking the rest of the street, but just enough to see Ari’s dress, we quickly turned into the side alley, the buildings blocking out any direct sunlight. Looking up, there was a staircase a quarter of the way down the alley, with some people hanging around at the other end. From the looks of it, a pair of them were having a good time, the sight doing nothing to keep my own regions unstirred, especially after the past half hour of events, the triggering of recent memories put a flutter in my belly.

By the time I had managed to wrestle my thoughts, we were already on the steps, Ari looking back as she ascended. “You’re awfully quiet back there for someone who was taunting me so much earlier.” She said, her voice dripping with the anticipation my nether regions felt. We had reached the second story door before I could form a sentence without stuttering, the words not quite coming until Ari had the key against the lock’s face.

I took a deeper breath to steady myself, responding, “I’ve got this massive thing in front of me, and it’s very distracting! What do you want me to say? That I like it when pretty ladies like yourself let me into their bedroom?” Ari directly paid attention to me at that, looking back over one shoulder while stooping for the door. It’s like she was just asking for me to reach up and poke her ass.

Doing exactly that by reaching up to poke at the dragoness’s posterior, I continue, “…Because I definitely like that, and I think you know…” I say, letting my fingers linger to trace invisible lines on the round softness. Ari, not really focusing on the key in her hands, went to fumbling with the lock, biting her bottom lip and smirking. Getting her back for the front door, I speak up again before she can, a mockingly formal tone taking my usual way of speaking, “Would you be having more trouble with the locks darling? I could help with that…”

One hand on her ass, I sneak the other down slightly lower, forcing the dress to tightly conform to her now further pushed out ass, rubbing the space between her thighs, the softness of it all making me imagine just how wet Ari must be with all this foreplay. Finally, the key slipped into the lock and the door opened, the room of a workshop sprawling out into vision as the door swung wider.

Ari, lifting her ass off my hands and swishing the dress into them with her tail, strutted inside. I took note of the couch peeking out from the opposite corner of the room, an octagonal set of dividers mostly blocking off sight of it from the door. Apart from that, the space was a traditional workshop, a table to one side with a piece awaiting Ari’s attention, the opposite wall covered in shelves, full of fabrics, patterns, leathers and supplies.

“And here I was thinking this was a bedroom…” I say, still standing in the doorway while Ari plops onto the couch, her tits satisfyingly jiggling while she puts her legs up. Not quite paying attention to me, she rolls slightly, throwing her tail up while reaching over the far side of the couch. Looking directly at her, it seemed very intentional that she was currently putting her full ass on display for me, the purple lacy panties she wore barely visible under those thick grey cheeks, the dress tented open by that mischievous tail.

I hadn’t noticed the colour earlier, too focused on everything else, and before long she turned back over to hide the sight. Looking again at the front of her slim body, I noticed that she had found a pen next to the couch, opening the book back up to what must have been my measurements. Ari, noticing me standing still on the other side of the room, broke me out of the hypnotic effect she had put me under, “This may not be a bedroom but are you going to enter in dear? You’re invited you know… Wanted even…” she said, that smirk forming again, this time with a hint of sultry promise in her eyes.

Quickly, I closed and bolted the door, crossing the room as Ari hopped off the couch to guide me into the octagonal dividers. With her hand on my back, I noticed that the wooden panels were inset with mirrors inside, a small step placed at the centre like a podium. Looking into one of the mirrors to catch Ari’s eye, I confusedly ask what she was planning.

“What exactly is this all for?"

Having anticipated my question, the dragoness responded by kneeling behind me, her hands curled around the buckles of my tunic, loosening them as she spoke, “Well dear, I need to take measurements, and that requires me to be able to see this cute little body of yours. I can’t exactly measure up your shirts without you, can I?” Her voice drifting over me as her head found a place above my shoulder. Tentatively, I looked to her directly, feeling her breath hot on my neck and her eyes narrowing on my mirrored form.

The sultry dragoness was so close I could kiss her, our mouths both opening in invitation while her hands finished loosening my tunic’s buckles. Hastily, I took that invite, leaning back to kiss her as her hands slipped under my tunic, travelling up to my chest proper. Her lips melted against mine, that tongue surging out to eagerly wrestle with my own while she took in a good grasp of my bound tits. I lifted the tunic for her while we kissed, letting her explore both of my erotic areas with equal ease. The kiss, while incredibly satisfying, didn’t last much longer, Ari kneeling to rest her softly clad ass on her ankles as she swapped to raising my tunic above my head, forcing me to angle my head forward again.

Staring back into the mirrors, I watched Ari place my chest piece to the side, her boobs finding the space to ripple deliciously in the movement, reminding me that mine were still wrapped up. Ari turned her attention back to me, smiling like she knew what I was just get a nice look at. I flexed my arms, unsure what to do with them, looking into Ari’s mirrored eyes.

“We’re not going to stop undressing you there are we? I need to know what you’re carrying and measure it properly after all…” She said, leaning forward again. I thought about how I should unravel the bandages, not wanting to look so barbaric under Ari’s grace. Instead, Ari’s hands found mine and took over, untucking the piece tying it off and unravelling it strip by strip. Slowly, the pressure eased on my chest and they loosened, my hard nipples tenting then catching on the lessening fabric.

With my arms above my head, I watched in the mirror as Ari took her time to unravel the white binding, her eyes following as she unwound around and around and around. The rest of the bandages fell, collapsing to the floor while my chest fully dropped from their hold. Tossing the collected length to the side, Ari didn’t waste time in clearing the rest off, using the motion to flick my little nubs before grinding them into her palms. The pleasure shot into my core, making me instinctively bite my lower lip and clench my thighs together. I raised my hands up to hers, tracing the back of her arms with fleeting fingers while she teased out more pleasure.

While the feelings were nice, I really wanted more, one of my hands dropping to put some pressure on my sensitive clit. Ari however, had decided on another idea. I verbalised a whine while her hands disappeared for a moment, her voice backing off and then coming back as she spoke up.

“My, my, I almost forgot that we’re up here at least partially for work reasons. Before you go any further, you should lift your arms again for me. You’ll get a reward if you do…” she teased, tapering into a whisper while reminding me too that she still needed to measure me. I hesitantly stopped what I had just started, leaving my dripping pussy neglected to follow her order for whatever her reward was. Sex can and hopefully will come later, and it seemed Ari agreed, having come back with a marked string in her hands.

Immediately getting to work, the now commanding tailor started to measure my hips and waist, my breathing shallow with even these fleeting touches. When she was finished, the string left her hands, being replaced by that book and pen, unfortunately paying no mind to me yet. This order continued once she had noted everything down, the string finding it’s way to another part of my body as I was considering if I should ignore her and go for something more bold. This time however, she leaned in, surprising me with a kiss on my neck while whispering in my ear, her tits falling in to press on my back, “Aren’t you being a good little runt for me, you get one mark so far.”

An admittedly adorable pitch escaped my lips while I attempted to talk back, stuttering from the attention, “I-I… Thank you…?” I petered off, more embarrassment fueling even more desire to just turn around and go for a kiss. Ari had already kept working though, her touch reminding me why I was here as much as exciting me more.

As her earlier client implied, Ari was a very quick tailor, measuring me out and commanding me like her personal doll, each time starting the next order by leaning in to provide a reward. She hummed in delight or teased a nipple occasionally, only once reaching down to ghost a touch over my pussy. After that though, there was only one measurement left, and she properly nestled her tits behind my head, pulling me back into them while speaking, “my dear Itu, you’ve been so good that you’ve earned yourself a full set of marks…” Smiled Ari, our eyes meeting in the mirror, and then directly as I tilted up to catch her real smirk. Hoping this was the last tease, I couldn’t help but verbalise my feelings.

“Please. I need you so fucking badly.” I whispered, my hands reaching up for my tits and their sensitive nipples. Ari hummed a low chime in response, forcing me to stop, her pulling hands taking hold of mine while she backed off. Presenting those full tits front and centre, she let me turn around, our hands coming to rest clutching one another. With each of us taking a heavy breath, the gaudy scent of need wafted into our noses. There was no way either of us could hold back any further, right?

Ari proved me wrong though, somehow getting up and turning around, leaving behind my hands and everything else. Even through her dress I could start to see the same juices that were wetting my panties as she strutted to the couch, her arms tracing her curves.