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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
I was about eighteen or nineteen at that time, and was going to college from my uncle’s house as my parents were abroad. When I finished high school, I was sent home to attend the college which the men of my family had attended for generations. It was a part of my family tradition. My uncle and aunt had a daughter who was studying for a medical degree at Bangalore. So I had the run of the house. My uncle was often away from home attending to the multiple family businesses he was managing.
One evening I was sitting out on the terrace reading some paperback when I heard the sound of falling water and a feminine humming. I got up and walked to the rear portion of the terrace and looked around. It was then that I noticed that the servants bathroom outside was without a roof, the open air type typical of the country side. I couldn’t believe my eyes, because Jaanu our nubile maid was taking a bath in all her nude glory. It was like a dream come true. Many a night had I spent tossing and turning and squirming, fantasising about her nude body.
My rod sprang to attention and was threatening to break free from the trousers I was wearing. I was so much taken by the scene unfolding before my eyes that I could hardly breathe. I started rubbing my erect dick up and down. I really wanted to take it out and shag. But as misfortune would have it, Jaanu looked up while she was soaping herself and emitted a half stifled scream. She grabbed her sari and covered herself and ran out of the bathroom to the safety of the house. I was really scared now. What if she goes and tells my aunt ? I spent more than an hour on the terrace expecting my aunt to call me down and take me to task. I waited out there till night fell and I was sure that Jaanu had left for the day.
It was with a thudding heart that I stole down the staircase to the drawing room. I had to steal my way across the bedroom door of my uncle to reach mine. As I slunk past with bated breath, expecting to hear my name bawled out by my aunt I noticed that the door to my uncle’s bedroom was half-open. As I tiptoed across I took a furtive glance inside to see whether my aunt was in. I could see the wardrobe mirror in this position. As I looked, I saw my aunt’s reflection in the mirror clad in the briefest of a red G-string and a pair of matching bras. She stood facing the mirror hooking up her bra from behind. I forgot every thing in an instant and stood transfixed to the spot. Jaanu was nothing compared to the vision in front of my eyes. God, my aunt was a Venus, though she was in her early forties. As I stood watching, she finished with her bra and then ran her fingers through the elastic bands of her panties to adjust the fit on her crotch. By then I had lost control of myself and had my throbbing rod firmly in my grasp. She preened and pirouetted in front of the mirror cupping her breasts and adjusting the hang of her tits. Then sensuously she turned around and I could see her settling the rear string of her G-string into the cleft of her gorgeously shaped ass. By this time I was wanking myself furiously. I couldn’t take my eyes of her luscious body. In a wanton and provocative manner she started with the rest of her clothing. She took her own time putting on her under-skirt and blouse. By the time she began to fold and tuck in her sari below her deep well like navel I shot my cum with a grunt. I think the sound I made startled her ‘cos she whirled around in the direction of the door. I fled to my room with a tripping heart and didn’t dare to make an appearance for dinner. I pleaded to have a migraine when aunt came to call me for dinner. She gave no hint of anything untoward having taken place, and I slept with somewhat of a calm mind.
The next morning I avoided being in the same room with my aunt as much as I could, because every time I saw her I was getting a hard on. In the evening my uncle left for Calcutta on business. When I came down to watch TV, I saw the door to my aunt’s bedroom ajar again and I quickly peeked in hoping for a repeat performance of the previous evening. But to my great disappointment I found the room empty. As I was turning away I heard the sound of aunt having a bath in the attached bathroom. With a tripping heart I stole in with the idea of peeking in through the keyhole. Once again I was disappointed. There was no keyhole to peek through. The door had a simple latch on either side. Thoroughly frustrated I was about to go out of the room when I saw my aunts bra and panties hanging half in and out of the laundry bag. O! This was going to be better than a simple peek. I took the bra with trembling hand s and felt the soft silky texture of them. Involuntarily I raised them to my face and breathed in the heady musky aroma of hers. It was a mixture of sweat, perfume and a womanly smell. My hard prick was poking out of my dhothi and the more deeply I inhaled this wonderful smell the harder my prick seemed to become. It was twitching and writhing with a life of its own. Then I remembered the panties and grabbed them hastily and replaced the bra with them. If the smell of the bra was mind blowing’ then the panties smelt heavenly. The crotch was moist with her cunt juices and I found her womanly smell heady. I threw caution to the wind, wrapped the bra around my dick and started wanking my dick to kingdom come. While I was wanking, I was licking the moist spot on the panties like a demented dog. With a groan I spurted into the bra. Spent, I balled up both the bra and panty and put it back in the laundry basket. I had half a mind to take them with me as souvenirs, but the fear of discovery prevented me. As I was going out I stood in front of the mirror to check out my appearance. To my horror I found that I could easily see right into the other room through the reflection in the mirror, which meant that my aunt could not have missed seeing me last night watching her dress. I felt numb with fear and literally ran back into my room.
Ten, fifteen minutes later I heard my aunt calling me. I was sure that she had checked on her discarded clothes and found them dripping with my cum. This time I had gone too far. My heart was thudding like a trip-hammer. With leaden feet I dragged myself into the drawing room and asked her why she had called. From the bedroom she told me to switch on the TV and make myself comfortable on the couch. As I sat there waiting for the worst, she came out of the room and walked towards me with a slight limp. I asked her what the matter was. She said that she had a catch in the small of her back because she had tried to lift a bucket of water while bathing. She sat near me and talked of this and that, making no mention of having noticed anything the previous night or then. Slowly I let out a sigh of relief.
Later, while having dinner she asked whether I could apply some liniment and massage the affected part and I said yes. She said she would call me before she turned in. As she appeared to be in a bit of pain, I offered to do the dishes and clean up. She refused the offer and told me to just leave the dishes in the kitchen sink for Jaanu to do them the next day. With this she went to her bedroom and I went back to watch the TV.
Half an hour later she called me and I went to her bedroom. She was lying on her tummy on the bed with her back exposed up to her hips. She was wearing a black bra. She told me to get the liniment from the medicine chest and I started applying it to her back. As I massaged and kneaded her back muscles I could hear her making soft noises of pleasure. With the very first touch of her skin my dick had sprang to attention. As if by accident I brushed back slightly the lower portion of the gown she had loosely draped on her lower half. She didn’t appear to notice this, and so a few minutes later I repeated the process again. Now that her hips were more or less exposed I found that she appeared not to be wearing any panties. This further inflamed my already soaring passion. I got bolder by the minute and with every downward stroke of my hand I managed to further lower her dress. The top of her perfectly rounded ass could now be seen. I now started finishing the downward strokes of my massage on the top part of her beautiful ass cheeks. I was breathing heavily now and was in the grips of a frenzy to fully expose her ass. I tried to further lower her dress as much as I could without her catching on to what I was doing. She seemed to shift slightly on the bed and this dislodged the tucked end of her dress from beneath her. Soon after I was looking at her gorgeous ass and was massaging the round cheeks of her ass rather than her back. My hands seemed to linger on her buns more than on her back. She was lying quite still as if she wasn’t aware of what I was doing.
All of a sudden she turned around, grabbed my head and crushed her mouth on mine. Her probing tongue jabbed into my mouth seeking my tongue. She bit my lower lip and though it was a bit painful, increased my ardour. With a moan she shrugged off her brassiere straps and pulled my face down to her left breast. With her right hand she cupped the luscious and heavy breast and shoved the nipple into my mouth urging me to suck on it. Once I was doing that to her satisfaction, she caught hold of my left hand and put it over her right breast and told me to take the right nipple between the thumb and the forefinger and twist and turn it like a screw. She was panting and moaning and kept asking me to switch from one breast to the other. Meanwhile she was rubbing and fondling my erect rod which was blowing me out of my mind. Without any warning she pushed me on to the bed and straddled me. She rubbed her dripping cunt up and down my erect shaft. Whew! It felt so wet, oily, hot and slithery that I thought I was going to blow my cum right then. She stooped over me, kissed my lips again and then asked me to hold both the breasts together and try to suck both the nipples together. I somehow managed to do it and she let out a low scream. Quickly she scuttled up over me and started rubbing her wet overflowing love-pie all over my face asking me whether I wanted to eat her out. Without waiting for my answer she lifted her hips and planted her cunt right over my mouth. I started licking her hairy slit and lapping up her love juice like a little puppy. She seemed to go wild and was grinding and pounding her cunt on my mouth and nose, begging me to put my tongue deep into her sweet-tasting love hole. I was only glad to oblige. With every orgasm she reached, she would clamp her thighs tight on both sides of my head and bear down with such force on my face that I thought I would choke to death. After going like this a while she slid down, grasped my twitching cock and impaled herself on it. God! It was like putting my cock into a warm cauldron of oil. She rode me like a horse screaming out every time she hit a high till I too climaxed. She slumped on top of me and smothered me with kisses, whispering endearments and what she intended to do with me the next morning. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was her telling me how she was going to make me scream and beg for more by giving me head.
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