My mind kept going back to that eventful day. I happened to bed someone who I least expected to sleep with. I have added some conversations in Hindi and Telugu. My mother tongue is not Hindi or Telugu. But being in Bangalore, I have picked up both languages
It was the summer of 2021, the first summer after Covid. Life was slowly getting back on track. I had a hybrid working 4 days at home and 2 days at the office. The flat opposite ours was empty. My friend, a divorcee, remarried and vacated the flat in January of the same year.
I am married and live with my wife and mother. My wife also works in a small startup and is an IT major. My mom keeps herself busy with her Satsang and visits to temples.
One day, as I was preparing to leave to office, I heard some commotion near the lift. The security guard was arguing with a lady. I realized that a family was occupying the vacant flat. The security was arguing with the lady in Telegu, and so realized they were Telegu-speaking people.
The argument was about not using the lift to shift heavy household articles. It could lead to a breakdown of the lift. The lady was unconvinced as it was difficult for the labourers to carry heavy stuff. The security guard had his way, and the lift was turned off.
I cursed him as I had to now climb down the stairs. Being summer, it was irritating to climb down 4 floors. In the evening, when I returned home, I saw the lady waiting at my door. She was talking to my mother. She was asking for the ladder that we had.
She had some things to arrange in the attic and wanted the ladder. When I entered the house, giving a smile to the lady, I saw a young boy around 12 or 13 years carrying the ladder. My mother introduced me to the lady, Mrs Lakshmi, our new neighbour. I wished her and went to my room.
A few days passed, and summer turned into a monsoon. One day I was returning from the office. A few meters from our apartment were vegetable and milk shops. I usually stop to buy milk for the next day. It was raining heavily that day. As usual, I stopped at the shop to buy milk.
I ran to the shop after parking the car. I picked up the milk. When I turned around to return to my car, I saw Mrs Lakshmi and her son standing. They had come there to buy milk but had gotten stuck in the rain. I asked her if she would like to come with me in my car. She readily agreed. We all ran to the car.
The son sat at the front, and Mrs Lakshmi sat at the back. She wore a t-shirt and a colourful pyjama that girls and women wear at home (a replacement for nighty). Mrs Lakshmi was around 39-40. She is not fair but dusky in colour. She is neither slim nor fat but has the right fat at the right places.
She did not have a very beautiful face, but she had a sexy face. She had thick lips and a round face. The forehead is slightly big. Her boobs were very attractive and looked ripe and juicy in that t-shirt. The ass is not very wide but protrudes outside like a road hump.
When she walked, those two ass cheeks went up and down like two pots kept next to each other. That day, I noticed she looked very sexy in that weather. She had little drops of water on her hair and shoulders. The cotton t-shirt she wore made her boobs look round and juicy.
I think the weather had made her nipples erect. Her nipples were poking against the t-shirt. She was wearing a black bra that day, and I thanked my luck for getting such a nice view.
I went home and, as a practice, went to the bathroom to wash my face and feet. But it took a little longer that day as I jerked off thinking of her.
A few days passed, and one day, I was alone working at home. I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to find Mrs Lakshmi standing at the door. As she saw me, she smiled and asked if she could borrow the ladder. She usually spoke in both Telugu and Hindi with me.
The family had moved to Bangalore from Lucknow. Mrs Lakshmi’s husband worked as a manager at a scheduled bank. They had lived in Lucknow for a long time. So the family naturally spoke a mixture of Telugu and Hindi.
This time she had come alone to take the ladder. I asked her to come in and went to fetch the ladder. Again, she wore the same dress she usually wore, a t-shirt and a pyjama. This time it was a blue cotton t-shirt. The neck region was wide and low. I could see a bit of her cleavage.
It took some time for me to bring the ladder. Mrs Lakshmi sat on the sofa and read a newspaper. I got the ladder. She saw me, got up and tried to put the paper on the table. But the paper slipped and fell. She bent down to pick it up, and my eyes popped out. I could see her round juicy boobs hidden inside her pink bra.
The valley created between the two globes was deep and inviting. I had an instant hard-on. She kept the paper on the table and walked around to take the ladder. I handed it over to her. Holding it at the sides, I extended my hand and gave it to her.
While collecting it, she was too close to the ladder. After handing it over, my left hand brushed her right boob as I removed my hands. It was a heavenly feeling. It was very soft. I removed my hand from the ladder, and I made sure that I pushed my palm a little and could feel the softness of her boob.
It was like pressing a smiley ball. I could see a faint smile on her face. She took the ladder and went home. I watched her walk back to her house shaking her pots. I could hold it no longer and rushed to my room and wanked off. In the evening, she came to give the ladder back.
But this time, her son carried the ladder instead of her. I felt sad as I could not get a chance to take it from her and try my luck. It was not to be, but there was something else waiting. Her son went to keep the ladder in my mom’s room. Mrs Lakshmi and I were talking about the frequent power cut.
The talks moved to studies. She said her younger son, who was in the 8th standard, was weak in Maths. She asked me if I could teach him. I agreed and told her I was available 3 days a week. She asked her elder son, who had brought the ladder, to get his younger brother’s Maths textbook.
The kid ran and got the book. Mrs Lakshmi showed me the topics and asked me for a pen to mark some topics. I moved closer as she was marking. I also held the textbook with my left hand. In doing so, my left palm came in touch with her right boob. I did not care to remove it, nor did she move away.
My hand was now slightly pushing against her boob. She moved a little further, making her boob press into my hand. I had a raging hard-on and could hardly control my dick from rising. She marked all the topics and asked if she could send the boy from that day. I asked her to do so, and she left.
I felt that she, too, wanted it and was a little desperate. Her hubby had been transferred to Chennai and would often come home once in 15 days. This seemed a nice setting for me to take my plan further. But I was not sure if she wanted it.
Then, it was summer again, and the kids had summer vacation. The kid who had learnt Maths from me did well in the exam, and Mrs Lakshmi was very happy.
Later, her brother and sister-in-law came from Chittoor and stayed for a day. The kids who had a holiday went with their uncle and aunt. But their mom stayed back.
The next day, I was working from home and alone at home. Mrs Lakshmi came home with a sweet dish in hand. She said she had prepared it and felt like giving it to me too. I invited her inside and asked her to sit. I thought she would refuse, but she obliged. I think she was free and in a different mood.
She sat down, and I continued doing my work. She asked me what I did at the office. I told her, but she did not understand a thing. She came and sat next to me to see what I was doing. She saw the laptop screen and laughed, saying she did not find anything interesting.
I asked her what was interesting according to her. She replied with a smile – Girls, Instagram, Facebook. I laughed and said that I did not find those things interesting. But I found aunties interesting. I realized what I had said, bit my tongue, and hit my head. She just laughed and said why aunties.
I replied that they were mature and nice to look at. She looked at my face and asked if I found her nice. I said, “Of course.” She asked what I found nice in her. I said nothing. She asked again and again. She knew I was alone and might have noticed that I was attracted to her.
She knew the incidents where I had brushed my palm against her boobs were in no way an innocent mistake. I said I could say what I felt was nice. But she should not mind it or make an issue out of it.
She said “Sachi baba, Nahi boloongi kissiko aur bura bhi nahi manoongi.” (Yes, baba, I will not tell anyone and not feel bad.) Then I just looked at her boobs and said, “Aapki yeh nazook cheez.” (Your delicate thing).
She smiled and said, “Accha tho ab apko mera wala accha lag raha hai. Aur jo aapke paas aapke ghar mein hai, woh accha nahi lagta hai?” (Ok, now you have begun to like mine. What about the one you have at home?)
I laughed and said, “Chhodo bhabhi, kuch aur baat karo.” (Leave it Bhabhi, talk about something else). She hit me on my thighs and said, “Sach bolna, accha lagta hai kya? Aur mera chehere ka kya? Who acchi nahi hai kya?’(Tell me the truth, do you like it? And what about my face?) I said it’s sexy.
She didn’t reply but got up and started moving towards the door. I asked her if she got angry, and she replied, “Nahi, but lagta hai thoda jyada baat ho gayi.” (I think the talks went a little overboard).
I said, “Nahi bhabhi, issliye maine bola tha yeh baat chhedna mat.” (No, Bhabhi, that is why I said don’t bring this topic up)
She said, “Ok baad main milte hai,” and left. (We will meet later). The next day, I saw her standing near the lift. I was going to bring some groceries. We both got into the lift. Luckily only the two of us were there. I was standing very close to her. She was holding some clothes in her hand to give to the laundry.
She had a few clothes, and what caught my eye was a blue chudidhar top with mirror work. I pointed to the dress and said it looked nice. She smiled and said she had bought it at the Hazarataganj market in Lucknow. I touched the dress material and felt the fabric with my forefinger and thumb.
I managed to touch her boobs. She did not react or move away. I got some courage, pressed my palm against her boobs, and felt I was in heaven. She bit her lower lip and said, “Chup raho, lift hai. CCTV to nahi haina. (Keep Quiet. It’s a lift. I hope there is no CCTV
I said, “Nahi hai.” (It’s not there.) I turned my hand so that now I was in a position to cup her boobs. I cursed my luck as the lift reached the basement. I removed my hand, and we both got out of the lift. A grocery shop was next to the laundry, but I never went there. Today I decided to walk with her.
While walking, she was looking ahead. Without looking at me, she said, “Dikne mein to bohut sharif lagte ho magar bohut besharm ho tum.” (You look very innocent, but you are shameless.)
I said, “Ha, Bhabhi woh to main hoon. Magar aapne mera besharmigi dekhi kaha hai ab tak.” (Yes bhabhi, I am shameless. You haven’t yet seen how shameless I am
She started laughing and continued to walk. We never saw each other’s faces but continued talking. I said, “To bhabhi kab dogi aap mujhe mouka besharmigi dikhaane ki?” (When will you give me a chance to show my shamelessness?)
She said, “Dekthe hai. Lagta hai tum peecha nahi chodoge.” (Let’s see, I think you will not leave me.)
I just laughed. She gave her clothes for pressing. I bought the groceries needed, and both of us walked back home. The next day was my work-at-home day. I was alone. Both my mom and wife had gone to a wedding in a nearby town. I cooked something nice that day and took it to Bhabhi’s house in a bowl.
She opened the door and was in her trade mark t-shirt and pyjama. She welcomed me with a smile and asked what was special. I told her it was my favourite dish and had prepared it with great care as I wanted to share it with her.
I came home and ate lunch. I was working but felt a little nervous, but I did not know why. I heard the doorbell ring and found it was bhabhi at the door. She came to return the vessel, but there was some pickle in it. I called her inside and asked her to sit. She sat down and looked at my laptop screen.
I told her that nothing was interesting. She just laughed and said, “Besharm.” (Shameless). I sat next to her. The sofa cushion had gone inside due to the weight of her bums. I kept my left hand on the sofa just inches from her butt. I slowly moved my hand. Now my left palm was in contact with her bum.
I kept it there for some time and didn’t know where I got the courage. I moved my hand behind her and cupped her ass cheek. She kept her hand on my hand and said, “Yeh kya kar rahe ho?” ( What are you doing?) I smiled and replied, “Besharm hoon na.” ( I am shameless, isn’t it?)
She looked at the door. I got the hint. I went, looked out once, confirmed that no one else was on the floor, and closed the door. I came and sat next to her. I held her hand and said, “Bhabhi, thoda besharm banjaoo.” ( I will become a little shameless).
I laughed, took my hand from her and placed it on her boob. I squeezed it once. She held my hand but did not attempt to push it away. I started squeezing it, slowly taking it down, and lifting her t-shirt. I reached her chest region and was delighted to find she was wearing my favourite black bra.
I took my face near her neck and started kissing her neck region. Meanwhile, my pumping of her boob had increased in intensity. I took her hand and placed it on my dick. My dick was standing in full attention inside my shorts. I got up and, holding her hands, made her stand up.
I started moving towards the guest room. She reluctantly followed me. I hugged her, moved my hands on her bum, and started squeezing it. I pushed on the single cot and made her sit. I sat next to her and again started pumping her boobs. I lifted her t-shirt to her neck and pulled out her right boob.
She had a big brown areola; her nipples were long and thick. I put my mouth on her boob and started sucking. She put her hand on my head and started pushing it towards her boobs. Meanwhile, my hand went down and into her pyjama. I could feel her cunt wet. She was wearing pink panties.
I put my hand inside her panty and started fingering her cunt. I could feel the wetness of her pussy. I further pushed my hand inside and started massaging her pussy. I could hear her moan, and now she started muttering something in Telugu.
She said, “Vodala ra, amma, vadhu mmm. Eee roju dengthaava yenti?” (Leave me, are you going to fuck me today?) I said, “Aunu eee roju neeku swargam choopistha vodina.” (Yes, I will fuck you today and show you heaven).
I pulled her t-shirt further up and removed it from her. She looked like an angel with a black bra and pyjama. I pushed her gently and made her lie down on the bed. I pulled her pyjama down to find her pink panty dripping wet. I removed my t-shirt and boxers and, in my underwear, slept beside her.
I started squeezing and sucking her boob one after the other. She was wearing a padded bra which gave a nice feeling when squeezing. These padded bras give a nice feeling when pressed. I put my hand behind and unclasped the bra, and removed it. She was now topless and in a pink panty. I removed her panty too.
Her cunt was covered with small strands of pubic hair. I removed my underwear. When she saw my dick, she said, “Baag undi ra. Accha hai re. Bohut lamba aur mota.” (It is very nice. It’s very long and thick.)
I said, “Haa bhabhi, ee roju neeku swargam choopisthundi idhi.” (Yes, this will show you heaven today.)
Then I realized I did not have a condom. I told her the same. She said, “Operation ayindhi ra. Doosre bache ke baad operation karwa li. Atle dengu.” (I have had an operation after the second child. You can fuck me without a condom)
I did not need a further invitation. I put both my knees on either side of her waist. Holding my dick, I took it to her cunt hole and started hovering it on the cunt. She held my dick in her hand and started pulling it further towards her hole. I did not push it in but kept hovering it on her cunt.
She said, “Deng ra, karo na please, satao mat.” (Fuck me, don’t trouble me). I finally gave in to her plea and pushed it hard. I went inside slowly. I could feel the warmth of her hole and also feel the wetness. My foreskin had gone back. I felt like I was in heaven.
I started pumping her and could hear the puch puch sound as my dick went in and out of her cunt hole. She put both her hands on my back and started scratching it. She took her legs and wound them around my waist, and started aiding me in my pushes. Her silver ankles were making a tinkling sound.
She moved her hand to my ass and started squeezing it. My hands were now holding her shoulders at the back. I was pushing my piston hard and fast into her well. She kept moaning and pushing her ass up to receive my thrusts. I kept pushing, reached the climax, and poured my cum into her hot well.
I lay on her till the last drop of my protein shake was sucked in by her glory hole. We both got up and began to dress. I could see a few drops of tears in her eyes. I asked her why.
She shook her head and said, “Kuch nahi, bohut din hua tha. Yemi ledu ra. Thappu chesaanu ankonta.” (Nothing. I think I made a mistake). I hugged her once and said, “Anubavinchaamu, inka aapethaamu.” (We enjoyed it. Let’s forget it).
We are still in touch, but that was the first, and the last time we copulated. If you have liked the story, please write to me on support@kissewasnaake.com. You can also read ‘My Awkward Sexual Adventure With Namrata Aunty,’ my previous story.
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