When Paoli aunty and I were discussing various topics, I spotted a large photo album. When I asked what it was, she said it was photographs from her cousin sister's wedding reception. She then opened the album and showed me all of the images within.Aunty was dressed in a saree and looked really attractive in it. A saree in an red color with lovely lipstick. She had a very attractive appearance. No one would mistake her for a mother of a 13-year-old. When we were alone the next day, I brought up her beauty in conversation.I told her she looked stunning in a saree. She flushed right away. She tried to shift the conversation to something else, but I kept coming back to the saree, and I even grumbled about why she wasn't wearing it. She remained silent and only looked at me. Giving me a smile every now and then. Finally, she said something. "All right, let's make a bargain. You pledge to attend our Bijoya celebration, and I promise to wear a saree on that day." I agreed without hesitation. I was genuinely curious as to what Paoli aunty thought of me.
Did she consider me a friend? In her mind, what was my status? Is he just a friend of her son's or something else entirely? But I was also frightened to ask her about it directly. What do you suppose she'd say if I asked her that question? What an unusual situation it would be if she had no affections for me. She was clearly behaving erratically towards me. But I was determined to be certain. Every day, I was giddy with anticipation at the prospect of seeing her in her underwear. Whenever I got that thinking, I would masturbate frequently. Was it passion or love that brought them together? Whatever it was, I was enthralled by it. I was given the opportunity one day. In the house, we were both alone. She intended to take a bath. I pretended to be reading the newspaper. I waited for approximately 7 minutes after she had gone into the bathroom and locked the door. Then I took action. If she found out what I was planning, it would be the end of me right there.
I peered inside the keyhole. It was completely covered in dirt. Nothing was visible to me. So I decided to clean it. For one more day, I chose to hold on to my dream. Before she took a bath the next day, I made sure the key hole was clean. I barely waited 3 minutes this time. I didn't have any patience at all. I peered through the keyhole and was astounded by what I saw. Only Paoli aunt's butt and a curve of her left breast were visible. My heart was thumping against the inside of my chest. That day, I was ecstatic. With the new images of her in my head, I began to masturbate. Her milky white figure is just breathtaking. Her hubby could be savoring her every day. I was worried that she might have suspected what I had done when she emerged from the water and approached me, but her smiling at me brought me relief. When she wears a maxi, I adore her. It has a very sensual look to it. Her lovely butt, high-profile boobs make her look seductive in anything she wears. But on that particular day, I could even see her nipples through the maxi. Her breasts were enormous. And I was so desperate to see them that my penis swelled. I had grabbed one of their images from their photo album while she was bathing.
Every night, I wanted to view the photo of my darling aunty in a saree. I was beginning to believe that she and I were becoming increasingly close. All that's left is to seize the first chance to have sex with her. In the back of my mind, there are a lot of crazy ideas. But when will that opportunity present itself, was the burning question on everyone's mind. Her husband purchased her a new phone a few days later. When I heard it, I was ecstatic. Now I can console myself with the fact that I can at least hear her voice on days when there is no tuition. Every day, she and I would talk to each other. We had become pretty close friends. We would talk in the afternoon on Saturdays, after her son and husband had gone to bed. Now I was her confidante. She would tell me whenever she was angry with her husband, her children, or the neighbors, and I would defend or oppose her. That began to happen so frequently that she began to call me whenever she had a disagreement with someone. So I decided to ask the big question one day. "I mean, who am I to say this, I am just your son's best friend," I asked over the phone while we were discussing something.
"If you were simply that, I wouldn't say anything to you," she said fiercely. To me, you've evolved into something more. "You are my closest companion." I was giddy with delight. Now I know she holds a special place in her heart for me. "You know a lot of things that my husband doesn't know," she said.
"Why don't you marry me?" I jokingly suggested. She began to laugh, believing I had made a joke. "You don't want to marry me," she said, trying to join in the jest. "You are young and gorgeous, and I am an old married lady."
"I don't find you elderly, I find you irresistible," I said, "our bodies are still like that of a young girl," to which she laughed even louder. I swiftly shifted the conversation's focus. But now I was confident that I could even bring these issues up as a joke. When we were alone, I even started touching her.
From behind, touching her in the sense of scares her. During those moments, I would make a concerted effort to keep my penis from erecting. Many times I tried to feel her butt against my penis. All I wanted to do was lift her maxi and use my penis to feel her butt. She would also initiate contact with me on occasion. She would touch my cheeks whenever I didn't shave and tell me to shave and be nice and clean. One day, my big moment was almost upon me. I arrived an hour early that day. She was engrossed in a film. She was engrossed in it and requested me not to bother her because it was the final act. I considered upsetting her by appearing in her line of vision. I'm sitting next to her, my hand obstructing her view. She became irritated by it. I just decided to put my head on her lap on the spur of the moment. She didn't appear to mind.
I decided to double-check and attempted obstructing her vision with my hand once more. She took my hand and placed it on my chest, not removing it. I was ecstatic. I was sitting in the lap of my ideal woman. I tried to move my head to demonstrate that I wanted to get free, but all I could think about was her amazing thighs. It was a fantastic sensation. I shifted my hand away from its set position and sought to feel her palms on my chest with her left hand. I gradually worked my way up her hand until I reached her shoulders. I tried to obscure her view once again to make this as naive as possible. After that, I began to feel her face. Wow, I was touching her face. My fingers caressed her face, touched her ears, and stroked her hair. This could be the green light, I reasoned. This could be the moment I've been waiting for for the past four months. The movie ended, and I decided to turn it off before she became suspicious of my motives. Nothing had happened, so I pretended nothing had happened. And, in a joking mood, she grabbed my neck and exclaimed, "You dumb, didn't let me view the movie," forcing me to the other side of the sofa.
She was almost on me now that I was lying down on the sofa. I separated her hands, feigning strength as I tried to feel her on me. She suddenly slipped and landed on top of me. That was a truly beautiful experience. She was in a position where I could wrap my arms around her for two seconds. However, this was not the case. She stood up. Her husband appeared out of nowhere. I expected her to lie about what we were up to, but she told him the truth. She didn't seem to have any sexual feelings for me. I changed the subject when her spouse left and inquired about her marriage.
She married when she was 19 years old. She was really naive at the time, and she wasn't even ready to marry. But then she said something that really hurt my feelings. "But throughout the years, I discovered what a fantastic husband I have," she explained. He has a special place in my heart." I couldn't say anything. All of my fantasies would not come true. I was on the verge of crying at the time. The rest of my time there, I was in a bit of a bad mood. She seemed to be aware of it and kept asking what the issue was. But, as I have stated, it was nothing. She dialed my number and requested that I meet him downstairs. This was the first time I waited for him to phone and tell me it was time to go to our eco class. She tried to stop me and demanded to know why I was so grumpy. She asked if I could come the next day, but I said I couldn't since I needed to study. She then took my hand in hers and asked whether I was upset because of her. I assured her that it wasn't the case. But I had the impression that it was something she said that made me grumpy. She inquired if it was as a result of what she had said about me bothering her. I agreed to that in order to get out of there.
"For your information, Mr. moody boy, you didn't bother me," she remarked as she drew me closer to her, held my cheeks in her palms, and looked me in the eyes. I was joking, yaar; can't I also joke with my jaan?" When she whispered the words "my beloved" to me, I felt I was back on track and not out of the race. I know she didn't mean it in the literary sense, but regardless of how naive her views were, I was in a good mood. Because of the foundation I had laid, even if she didn't have any feelings for me right now, I could simply rebuild it. That day, I was pleased at the great friendship we shared. I wasn't feeling good the next day. My body temperature was really high. My parents were out of town with my cousin sister, and they would only be back in the evening, and I didn't want to stay at home. I had a strong desire to see my prince.
As a result, I went to her residence. She was taken aback when she saw how weary I was. When I told her I wasn't feeling well, she checked my forehead and became concerned since I was experiencing a temperature. She instructed me to lie down on the bed. At first, I declined, but she wouldn't even listen to me. She dragged me into her room and forced me to sleep in her bed. I told her I wanted to go home, but she refused, saying, "No one is at your house right now, so it's best if you sleep here; at the very least, I'm here to look after you." She contacted his son and informed him that she would not be attending school or tuition. He even contacted me and instructed me to relax in his house and that when he returned, he would give me his notes to copy. I was in a good mood. Wow, I'm going to be able to spend a lot of time with my prince now. She sat by my side and gave me medicine. I slept off for a time and appeared to be still asleep when her husband arrived by. When she called him and told him about my temperature, he was a little concerned. He stroked my brow and agreed with her that I should only be here if I'm going to get better. He even told her that he wouldn't be home for lunch and would return later. I was overjoyed. She arrived after he had left and sat by my side. I was constantly smelling her. I went to sleep for a bit, and when I awoke, she was on the opposite side of the bed. She was watching a movie while lying in bed by her stomach. Her maxi was tight, the curve of her panty was evident even though it was hidden under her skirt, and her bra was visible on the side of her maxi. I decided to have some fun, so I got pretty close to her side and put my thighs on her butt, and she grinned.
"How are you feeling?" says aunty . I stated that I was feeling better at the time. I was feeling much better, and I could now smell her body. Whatever the reason, I was having a good time. This is something I could never have imagined in my wildest thoughts. My leg was caught in her maxi. Instead of caressing her leg with my own, I considered pushing her maxi up, ostensibly unintentionally. I was able to move the rear side of her maxi to the upper side with a few turns of my body to the right and left. She appeared to be watching the movie and checking in on me every now and then. Her maxi only came up to her upper thigh, which she had no idea about. But I couldn't see her inner thighs, which was a problem. I even considered moving my fingers down her buttocks and thighs, lightly touching her underwear. But I was well aware that this was a risky proposition. But I was desperate to see it. I couldn't come up with a solution.
Someone suddenly rang the doorbell, and Paoli aunty climbed up my leg, which was on top of a section of the maxi, and dragged her back. I blinked open my eyes to witness my fantasy come true. I saw her buttocks and thighs with my body, even if it was only for a split second. All I had to do now was come up with a way to get those underwear off. It was her next-door neighbor. The moment had passed. She was no longer in the same position as she had been two minutes before. My opportunity was squandered. But I was pleased with my progress. I told her I was feeling better and wanted to go home after an hour. I was eager to go masturbating and reflect on the events of the day. She came with me to the elevator. I made the decision to do something significant. It even caught her off guard. Before entering the lift, I turned around and held her for a brief while.
"Thank you for caring after me," I said before she could respond. "Anything for a friend," she responded with a smile. I was ecstatic that she didn't become furious when I hugged her. The next day, I didn't go. I was the one who informed her that having sex would be unsafe because her husband may come into the house at any time because he works in a nearby building, which is just across from theirs. We used to converse on the phone for hours.
I could now ask her directly what she was wearing, what color her pants were, and so on. These kinds of discussions always made me feel sexy. She also seemed to love addressing my questions. She even divulged her deepest secrets, such as how she longed to see me every day. How enamored she was with my physical attributes. When she was in my company, she felt so young. She also hinted that she had a feeling I was attracted to her. I chose to pay her less attention now since I couldn't bear the thought of ripping her clothes off and making love to her. I wanted to chat to her at all hours of the day and night. Our topic of discussion one day was sex. I once inquired about their lovemaking, her thoughts on having a second child, and the contraceptive she uses while in love, among other things. How many times per week, for example? About weakness and hangovers after making love, and so forth. She did not react directly to any of my straight queries, but instead gave suggestions. From then on, we engaged into a lot of nasty discussion. I had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to do it with her. I confessed to her that I was desperate to do it with her.
"Let's wait for the perfect time," she replied maturely, now that you are not mature enough for it. I don't want to put a halt to our romance." So one day, I just went without intending to make love to her. That time, she was dressed in a sultry sleeveless pink maxi. At the time, she was conversing on the phone. I simply sat there staring at her stunning eyes and boobs. She couldn't focus on what the person on the other end of the line was saying. I considered pulling some pranks. Standing immediately behind her, I began to rub her butt with my front aside, which budged a little owing to my aroused penis. My hands bound her from behind and felt her high-profile boobs, which protruded from beneath her maxi and bra. With my penis bumped jeans, I pressed hard on her butt crack side. She had a tingling sensation and gave me her evil grin. Then I startled her by carefully lifting the hem of her maxi skirt. She put up a fight against me. But I was adamant about not stopping. My hands were now fully entrenched in her maxi as she spoke on the phone. She was no longer resisting. I was royally caressing her hefty whitish thighs and inner thighs, which she was wearing underskirt. She made an effort not to groan. Slowly, my fingers slid upwards. She gave me a look as if she was trying to say "no." I pretended I didn't understand and kept going. My fingertips brushed up against her crotch. I massaged her triangle against her thighs. I drew her in closer. She abruptly informed the person with whom she was conversing on the phone that she would call later. She hung up on the phone. She then moved in closer and kissed me. Her hand was on my face, and now my hands were in her underwear. But she was standing with tighter thighs, and I was now feeling her pubic hair, which was quite thick and curly, and I was playing with it.
Then I touched her vaginal lips with my face on the shoulder and ear side; at first, I had no idea what this flesh piece was. I pulled her pussy lips back and fingered her pussy canal, but I couldn't figure out what form it was in, so I kept rubbing and fingering it.
She moaned incessantly. "Let's not do it right now; he (her husband) is on his way." Please…….please! "My husband and son are arranging a tour the day after tomorrow," she explained. I don't want to go, but I'll stay. Then we'll have the afternoon all to ourselves."
I agreed to come to a halt, but only after giving her a long kiss. She sensed my dissatisfaction with the abrupt end to what could have been a great wild sex session. "Wait, before we go, here's a taste of what I'm going to do to you on Thursday."
She knelt down, unbuttoned my pants, and removed my penis from chuddy for a glimpse of my penis. She kissed my little man with her right hand on the bottom of my erect penis. I groaned with delight. She then kissed it and whispered, "The rest is next," as she guided my penis inside my chuddy and locked the clasp. I gave her a kind grin. I then drew my pants up.
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