I am Ashu, 28 years old now. And this is a real story of my lust for one of our neighborhood aunties, Kamana.
Back in 2014, I was 5 ft 10 inches with a great build. Kamana was 5 ft 5 inches, ivory white honey. 34-32-36 was her figure back then.
So, a family was living in the next building. Uncle was working for an NGO and aunty was a housewife. He had a 9 am – 7 pm job, a typical Indian job. Aunty was at home most of the time. Sometimes, she went to her native for a couple of days, that was all! She was a sweet and highly energetic lady.
For some reason, even after so many tries, they were not having a baby. Aunty was depressed most of the time. She used to cry in front of my mother telling me how hard she was trying to have a baby. I had heard her cry a couple of times. Her face looked so beautiful whenever she cried. Those grey eyes filled with pearls. Listening to her cries, I sometimes wanted to hug her and tell her, “Don’t worry, I am there for you.” But that would’ve meant a little different back then. So, most of the time, I avoided that scenario.
One Morning, when I was alone at home, someone knocked on the door. I was in the other room, watching TV. At first, I was not able to hear the sound of the door due to the sound of the rain and TV. The knocking happened again, this time louder.
I rushed to open the door. To my surprise, I saw my neighbor aunty Kamana. Her eyes were red, her body full of sweat and her lips glowing. Hairs were untied and her eyebrows but hazy. That day, I will not lie to you, I wanted to pull her towards me and bite her lips, holding her warm ivory waist. But I controlled myself.
Before I could ask anything, she rushed in. She kept the clothes she had brought with her and went back. While leaving, she was smiling a little. Maybe that was because of the secret my towel couldn’t hide.
My mother was a professional tailor. You won’t believe it, she can make a blouse in just 3 hours. And she never charges for anything. It was never a business for her. As a result, most ladies nearby came to give their clothes to mom for alteration.
Kamana also was one of the aunties who gave their clothes to mom. But Kamana was also one of those, who occasionally came to learn stitching. And I was introduced to her ivory waist in one of those sessions. Once while they both were busy stitching, I was rehearsing my dialogues in the other room. Suddenly, while sitting in one corner of the room, I noticed her waist. As they sat on the ground, her waist was a bit folded and was clearly visible taking me straight to the curves of her breasts inside her blouse. I was so mesmerized by those scenes. I just wanted to catch those milk bubbles and press them hard.
Once, I went to Kamana’s house to return some of her stitched clothes. By mistake, I entered without knocking on the door. There Kamana was, standing just in a bra, facing towards the wall, trying to tie the last hook. I went mad. It was my favorite white bra. I just wished I could have gone a little far and engaged my hands in her white bowls to explore those white sacks of milk.
One fine day, most of my wishes came true. Mom had gone shopping. I was at home. I was bathing. I was without my clothes enjoying the warm water. A sudden knock came on the door. I came out to see who it is. To my good luck, I was in the common toilet that day, which was near the main entrance. I didn’t bring the wet towel. Instead, I thought I would pick the fresh one from the hanger.
The entrance door that day by mistake stayed open (I sometimes forget to close it). After a knock, my neighbor aunty Kamana suddenly came in. And to my luck, I was standing naked, searching for the other towel! For a second, we both froze. She looked at me top to bottom and nailed her eye on my sloppy humpy bump. Then she gained some sense and moved her head to the other side. While doing so, she said, “Just wanted to meet bhabhi. Isn’t she home?”
I said, “No, she has gone shopping.”
To which she said, “For how long?”
I said, “She will come in the next one hour.”
I was saying all these while still searching for my towel. Finally, I got one. I immediately wore it.
Kamana said, “Can I wait? Will it be fine for you?”
I said, “Yes, sure.”
Now she turned her head this side. I went back to the bathroom to finish and come as soon as possible. While I was inside, I heard some sounds. The door was locked, only we two were there inside. Kamana was doing something.
I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw she was searching for something on the shelf in our bedroom. I was dumbstruck. I waited for a minute and came out in the same towel. My bathing was over, I was just taking some time to gain some courage.
I went to the bedroom and said, “What are you searching for here?”
She said, “Nothing. Just looking at the photos.”
I went near her and saw she was holding one of the bangles. I said, “This is not a photo that you are holding. Tell me what you were doing?”
She said “No, you are taking it wrong, Anshu. I was just seeing the quality of these bangles.”
I went and closed the door of our bedroom. Then I took the bangles from her hands. While doing this, my hands accidentally rubbed her breasts which made her nipples poke. She was blushing a bit. She left the bangles instantly. I kept the bangles.
“Have you gone mad? Were you stealing my mom’s bangles?”
She was sad and started convincing me. While talking to her, my eyes were on those sweet little squirrels poking out her breasts. They looked so good, round, and perky. After talking for a while, I couldn’t resist myself. I said, “It’s okay, leave it” and hugged her.
I ensured that my neighbor aunty’s nipples were well felt to my chest. I loved that. Suddenly, I picked her up, grabbed her back and placed her on the bed. She was a bit shocked. But she was not doing anything or asking me to stop, maybe she was guilty. But as a typical Indian woman, she started trying to save her marriage thread. I let her do that.
Then I started undressing her. First the saree, then the petticoat, and left her in underwear and bra. She was looking gorgeous. Then I removed her bra. She was trying to hide her boobs in shyness but she couldn’t. However, she didn’t ask me to stop. She wanted me to continue. And somewhere inside, I also knew she wanted that the moment she saw my dick.
I removed the panties at last. Kamana was lying on our bed all naked, except for her bangles, her mangalsutra and a black thread around her waist and had a smile. She looked amazing. I threw my phone on the shelf and started what I was waiting for.
Kissing her beautiful soft round body must be a dream of many boys in our lane. I was living it that day. Kamana was enjoying it. I love the foreplay and believe me, each girl who has done it with me before loves it too. It is always my mission to make the foreplay the best for both the people.
I kissed her neck all around with my hands on her back, caressing her to heaven. Her nipples by then were poking me. I kissed her lips and made them moist, biting her tongue and licking her mouth. She was enjoying it. I said to her, “Let me give you what the uncle couldn’t.”
She was nervous and said, “Bhabhi might come back from the shop.”
I said, “She won’t return anytime soon.”
I started biting her nipples and inserted one finger in her vagina. She almost sat on the bed as the finger went in. I pushed her back and continued. I was licking her nipples, simultaneously biting them and making her go crazy hard. Her maroon nipples were turning dark slowly. She was milking a little too. I loved her milk, it was tasteless but was amazing.
Then I started licking her navel, holding her waist as tight as possible. My fingers were wet with her fluids but who cares!!! It was her body, I let my fingers paint her body with her fluids. Her navel was smelling awesome. I guess she applied something to it.
I then came down to her clit. Her clitoris was calling me, moving up and down. I sucked it. I don’t do it usually but yes, that day, I wanted her to come. I ran my tongue around her clit and ensured each part was touched. She was getting shocked by this. I was living this for the first time.
I made my married neighbor aunty wet completely. Her fluids were finding their way out of her vagina. I started biting her vaginal lips. They were so soft. Her vagina reminded me of my favorite porn star Dani.
I poked my tongue inside her vagina and started biting more rigorously. She was enjoying it. Then I flipped her, exposing her round buttocks to me. By this time, she was in the seventh heaven, waiting to come.
I spread her legs and started fingering her. She started shivering. I knew this was the point I was waiting for. I stopped. I took my fingers out and let her calm down. Once she was back to normal, I again started doing the same.
This continued for 3-4 times. She was exhausted but couldn’t come. I was making her beg to let her come. She then said slowly, “Please let me come.”
I didn’t say anything. I then stopped that. I didn’t let her have an orgasm. I started caressing her back and poking her buttock holes with my fingers. They were untouched! I was the first one apart from her who had explored the tiny little glory hole. I brought some oil and applied it inside her ass hole. It was fuming hot. But, as a policy of my own, I don’t lick buttocks. Many girls have complained about it, but I hate it.
Kamana was also curious about what would happen to her buttocks. At first, she was not allowing me to have access but then the oil thing worked. She was enjoying that too. While I was busy fulfilling my fantasies, I forgot that my mom was about to come back home. And then the doorbell rang! Mom had come back from the market.