Hello all, this is Jai from Bangalore, and let me tell you about my steamy affair with aunt Kanchana. This all started during my honeymoon trip with her. You see, I have this thing for aunties, especially when they are rocking that sari and blouse look that just screams, “I am ready for you.” And let me tell you, Kanchana had it all!
Now, aunt Kanchana wasn’t your typical aunty. Sure, she had that motherly vibe going on with her protruding belly, those big, round melons of hers, and a wide, luscious ass that could make any man’s mouth water. But she had this shyness about her that made her even more attractive. Standing at 4’8″, with a golden, whitish complexion, she had curves in all the right places, and she knew how to flaunt them. Her deep navel was always on display, and those stretch marks? Oh, they were like a road map to heaven.
As we sat in the train, my cock was straining against my pants, begging to be set free. She noticed my predicament and gave me that knowing smile, the one that said she knew exactly what I was thinking. So, when she asked me if I liked her in a sari, I couldn’t help but reply that she was a goddess, a sex goddess sent from the heavens to satisfy my every need. She giggled at first, but then she grew serious and told me her story. A village girl with little education, married off young to a man who didn’t appreciate her, she had been through so much. Her words painted a picture of a woman yearning for love and affection.
We talked about her life, her struggles, and her desires. Her eyes searched mine, looking for understanding and acceptance. I assured her that she was the woman of my dreams, regardless of her past. Her cheeks flushed, and she whispered that she had never felt this way before, not even with her own husband. We were getting closer, and I knew that the moment was right to make my move.
As the train swayed, I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She gasped, but did not pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, her full, pouty lips parting for me. I slid my hand down to her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her sari. She moaned into my mouth as I traced my fingers up her leg, inching closer and closer to her wetness.
“Jai,” she breathed, her voice filled with need. “What are you doing?”
I whispered back, “Madam, your body is like a fruit, ripe and ready to be tasted. Let me explore it.”
Kanchana’s eyes grew wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, giving me full access to her body. I slid my hand up her thigh, feeling the soft fabric of her sari and the heat of her skin beneath it. She shivered as I reached the apex, her wetness already seeping through the fabric. I could see the outline of her plump pussy, begging to be touched.
“Jai,” she said, “you’re making me feel things I haven’t felt in years.”
Her words were like music to my ears. I slipped my hand under her sari, feeling the softness of her skin and the warmth of her desire. She was wet, so wet and ready for me. I kissed her neck, feeling her pulse race as I slid my fingers along her pussy lips, gently parting them.
“Oh, Jai,” she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I need you.”
I didn’t waste another second. I leaned over and kissed her deeply, feeling the heat of her passion. My hand slipped further up her thigh, reaching the warm, wet folds of her pussy. Her legs parted even wider, giving me full access. I began to rub her clit in slow circles, feeling her body respond to my touch. Her moans grew louder, and she buried her face in my neck, biting down gently.
“Madam,” I murmured, “you’re so wet for me.”
Her eyes searched mine, a mix of lust and vulnerability. “Jai,” she whispered, “please, make love to me.”
I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I slid my hand into her sari, feeling the soft mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were hard, like two little pebbles waiting to be kissed. I took one in my mouth, sucking and biting gently as she arched her back, her moans filling the cabin. My other hand found its way to her pussy, now soaking wet and ready for me. I slid a finger in, feeling her tightness grip me, and she gasped.
“Madam,” I said, my voice thick with lust, “you’re so tight.”
Kanchana’s breath hitched as I began to move my finger in and out of her, feeling her wetness coat my hand. She was like a tight, warm glove, and I couldn’t wait to get deeper. Her pussy was like a hidden treasure, and I was the pirate who had finally found the X on the map. She moaned and writhed, her body moving in sync with my touch. I added a second finger, stretching her a little more, and she let out a gasp.
“Jai,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, “you’re making me feel so good.”
I kissed her neck, nibbling my way down to her collarbone as my fingers worked their magic. I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her breathing shallow and erratic. My cock was rock-hard, straining against my pants, eager to be let out to play. I knew I had to give her the release she needed.
“Madam,” I said, “I want to feel all of you.”
Her eyes widened with desire and she nodded, silently urging me to continue. I stood up and led her to the train’s washroom. It was small, but it was enough for what we needed. I locked the door behind us and turned to face her. Her sari clung to her body, the fabric sticking to her curves in a way that made me want to rip it off.
“Madam,” I said, “are you sure about this?”
Kanchana nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She looked around the small washroom, taking in the cold, metallic surfaces and the faint smell of disinfectant. Despite the less-than-ideal setting, the desire in her eyes was unmistakable.
I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to gently tug at the knot of her sari. She took a deep breath and let it fall to the floor, revealing her voluptuous figure in all its glory. Her breasts, heavy with need, bounced slightly with the movement, the paleness of her areolae a stark contrast to the darker skin of her nipples, which were now standing at attention. Her stomach, a soft pillow of flesh, rolled slightly over the waistband of her petticoat, hinting at the treasures that lay beneath.
“Madam,” I said, my voice thick with desire, “you are more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
Kanchana blushed and looked away, but her body was telling me everything I needed to know. Her pussy was practically begging for me, and I was more than ready to give it what it wanted. I pulled down her petticoat, revealing her plump, shaved mound. Her pussy was like a pink, wet flower, just waiting to be plucked. I kissed her deeply, my hand sliding down to cup her ass, feeling the soft flesh in my palm. She moaned into my mouth as I slipped a finger inside her, her tightness clenching around me like a warm, wet fist.
“Jai,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “it’s been so long.”
Her words fueled my desire. I kissed her deeply, my tongue dancing with hers as my hands explored the contours of her body. I felt her melt into me, her curves pressing against my chest, her hardened nipples poking into my skin. The train’s rhythmic swaying was the only sound in the washroom, aside from our muffled moans and gasps.
“Madam,” I said, breaking the kiss, “are you ready for me?”
Her eyes met mine, filled with a hunger that had been starved for far too long. She nodded, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving. I reached down and unbuckled my belt, my pants falling to the floor, revealing my hard, throbbing cock. It had been waiting for this moment, eager to claim its rightful place inside her.
“Madam,” I said, “are you sure?”
Kanchana nodded, her eyes shimmering with lust. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it. I stepped closer, my erection pressing against her stomach. I picked her up, feeling her soft flesh in my arms, and placed her on the sink. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back. I pushed aside the fabric of her petticoat, exposing her wet pussy to the cold air of the washroom. She gasped as I aligned my cock with her entrance and pushed in, inch by delicious inch.
Her walls were tight, gripping my cock like a vice, and it took all of my willpower not to blow my load right then and there. But I held back, savoring the sensation of being inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me. “Madam,” I groaned, “you’re so tight.”
Kanchana’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as I began to move inside her. She was like a glove made just for me, her pussy fitting my cock like it was meant to be. We found a rhythm, our bodies moving in unison, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing off the washroom walls. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard as diamonds, begging to be sucked and bitten. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, feeling her back arch in response.
“Oh, Jai,” she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. “It’s been so long since anyone’s made me feel this way.”
Her words were like a balm to my soul. I knew I had her, that she was mine for the taking, and I wasn’t going to let this moment pass without making it unforgettable for both of us. I picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her with a force that had her breasts bouncing in time with our passion. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she tried to stifle her cries. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her body begging for release.
“Madam,” I panted, “I’m going to cum.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at me with a fiery need that matched my own. “Do it, Jai,” she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. “Cum inside me.”
With those words, I lost all control. I slammed into her, my hips moving like a piston, driving my cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was close. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the pressure growing with every stroke.
“Madam,” I grunted, “cum for me.”
Her eyes flew open, and she met my gaze with a look of pure ecstasy. We were both so close, our bodies trembling on the brink of release. With one final, powerful thrust, we reached our peak together, our orgasms crashing over us like a wave. I filled her up, my hot seed spurting deep inside her, as she tightened around me, her own climax gripping my cock. Our moans melded together, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to fill the small washroom.
As the train pulled into the station, our bodies still intertwined, we both realized that we had arrived at our destination. We quickly gathered ourselves, straightening our clothes and trying to regain some semblance of composure. The look in her eyes, however, told me that this was far from the end of our steamy adventure.
“Madam,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “we’re here.”
Kanchana looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and surprise. The reality of our situation began to sink in as the train’s final jolts subsided. We were in New Delhi, and we had just shared an incredible, unforgettable experience. She took a deep breath and nodded, her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red.
“Thank you, Jai,” she said, her voice hoarse from our passionate moaning. “That was… amazing.”
I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. “Madam,” I replied, “it was my pleasure.” We stepped out of the washroom, trying to compose ourselves. The passengers were all sleeping soundly, unaware of the illicit encounter that had just taken place in the cramped space.
Once we were safely in our hotel room, the tension between us was palpable. We both knew what we wanted, but neither of us was quite ready to admit it out loud. I walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains, letting the cool, Delhi air fill the room. The streetlights cast a soft glow over the bed, and I could see her reflection in the glass, her eyes still sparkling with desire.
Kanchana turned to face me, her sari a whisper of blue around her curves. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch my chest. “Jai,” she said, her voice a low purr, “I can’t stop thinking about what happened on the train.”
I stepped towards her, my own desire rising again. “Madam,” I murmured, “it’s only the beginning.”
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