My Hot Neighbor Part 3 (Another Milf)

“Yes, baby! Don’t stop!” she shouted. I was fucking her from behind. She was bent over. She supported herself by keeping her hands on the back of the sofa. I was slamming my cock inside of her vagina hard and deep. Everything else was kind of a blur. I didn’t recall how I got there.

All I knew was that I had to make Mansi cum. “Yes! You are so good!” she moaned. “I’m close to cumming! Don’t stop. Give me that hard cock!” she said. I grunted and increased my pace. Sweat was dripping down my forehead. Suddenly she yelled “AHHHHH”. I could feel her vagina tighten on my cock. I smiled to myself.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise. I snapped my eyes open. I was dreaming. My maid, Sarika had opened my door and disturbed my wonderful dream. She smiled at me naughtily and started sweeping the floor. I realized soon why she gave me that naughty look.

My hard cock had made a tent not just in my shorts but also in my blanket. It was pretty noticeable. I smiled to myself thinking about the erotic dream I had of my hot neighbor Mansi. Thinking about the dream I realized that my erection had to be taken care of. So I got up from the bed and headed to my bathroom.

I noticed Sarika checking out my morning wood as I headed for the bathroom. I smiled to myself. She was pretty good looking and had fat in all the right places and she had a dusky complexion. She was married and had 2 children. A married woman checking out my erection gave me more pleasure.

My confidence rose. I entered my bathroom turned around to shut the door. I looked into her eyes. She stopped sweeping for the moment and looked at me. I gave her a naughty smile and shut the door. This was the first time I went so far with her.

My recent tryst with Mansi had given me immense confidence and I had become bolder. I masturbated in my bathroom thinking about Mansi. Thought about the dream and what more I could do to that sexy vixen. It had been few days since I had that encounter with Mansi.

We couldn’t get an appropriate time to meet again. But our sexting continued. It was not the real deal but that’s what I had to be satisfied with. I went downstairs. The cook was helping my mother fix breakfast. My father was reading the newspaper.

I greeted them and went to get juice. “Anjali wants you at her place today. Head on there after you are done with breakfast and all.” My mother said to me. “Okay. May I ask why?” I asked my mother. “She wants help with something on her PC. I told her you will be there soon.” my mother said.

“Okay” I replied while thinking about Mrs. Anjali Goyal. She was another hot neighbor who I had often fantasized about. She was about 5 feet 5 inches, fair complexion, and an amazing body. Her breasts were bigger than Mansi’s breasts and her booty was perfect.

When I saw Anjali for the first time I couldn’t believe she was married and had an 8-year-old son. So many times I would sneakily stare at her when she would come over. “Hello. Hello. Rahul are you there?” my father said. “Huh. Oh yes.” I said as I snapped out of my thoughts about Anjali.

My father looked at me quizzically and told me to go get my breakfast as it was ready. As I was eating my breakfast I thought about the one specific memory I had of Anjali. We had a function in our house a few years back. She had come to her function in a red sari.

The moment I saw in that sari I couldn’t stop staring at her! She was looking so sexy in it. She knew she had a killer body so she had worn tight blouse which was sleeveless, low cut and showing a lot of her abdomen. I was just checking out her toned arms and fair amazing neck which I wished I could bite on while I caressed her hair.

When she would turn to one side I could see a faint line on her abdomen. That’s how I knew that this milf has well toned abdominal muscles. I remember trying to always get into a position to check her out. For a few weeks after that day, I would just masturbate to her in that red sari.

Most of my friends want women in tank tops, miniskirts or bikinis. Yes, women look hot in those but looking at Anjali in that red sari I knew better. I often fantasized seducing her when she was wearing that sari. Fucking her while she was in that red sari. It would be so hot!

After breakfast, I got ready and headed over to Anjali’s house. While walking I remembered she had seen me come out of Mansi’s house. I was a little tense about that. But so many days nothing had happened so I didn’t bother much. Plus Mansi had told me not to worry. She had much more to lose than I had.

I went to her Anjali’s door and rung the doorbell. In a few moments, she opened the door. “Hi, Rahul! Thank you for coming on such a short notice.” She said as she flashed one of the prettiest smiles I have ever seen. “Sure. No problem. It’s my pleasure to help you.” I replied.

We entered her house. “My computer has become very slow. I also don’t know how the scanner works. Please could you help me with that?” she asked. “Let me take a look. I am no expert but I will do how much ever I can.”

Wow, she was looking amazing. She was wearing tight jeans that were so tight that it looked like her second skin. She wore a loose top that did little to hide her huge breasts. I wished if she was single. I would have asked her out and enjoyed every moment. I was jealous of her husband. He gets to come home every night and sleep with this beautiful milf. She was every guy’s dream.

We entered her computer room. “Here we are. Have a seat. The computer has no password so you wouldn’t need me. I’ll go fix something for you,” she said. “That’s all right. You don’t need to make anything. I just had breakfast.” I said. “No no. You must have something. I’ll get juice for you.” She said.

I thought I wouldn’t mind having her and smiled to myself. I switched on her computer and started checking her drives. Her hard drives were completely full, which is probably why her computer had slowed down. I looked at her scanner. It was already installed and working properly.

I didn’t understand what was so difficult. I scanned a brochure that was just lying on the table to make sure the scanner worked properly. It did everything fine. “Here you go.” She said as she handed me a glass of juice. She also put down a plate of cupcakes on the table.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to.” I said to her. I told her the scanner is working fine and demonstrated to her how it works. “Okay. Could you do anything about the speed?” she asked and bent down next to me. Her humongous breasts were now at the level of my shoulder.

I couldn’t help but check them out. She was wearing a white bra which could barely contain her breasts. I gulped and tried to focus on the computer but my eyes kept going to her breasts. I wished I could just grab her and put my face between those beautiful breasts.

“About the speed, I think the problem is that your drives are too full. If you could free up some space it might help.” I answered her question. I had got a huge boner now. It was tough not to get one when such a beautiful pair of breasts were so close to me.

I tried to hide my erection by leaning forward so that she won’t notice it. But I don’t think it helped much. “All right. Thank you for helping me. I’ll see if I can free up some space. If that doesn’t help I’ll call you to take a look at it. Is that alright?” she asked.

“Absolutely. I am always available for a damsel in distress. Ha-ha” I joked. “Aren’t you sweet? Let’s sit in the living room and talk. Ravi (her husband) is out of town for work. Keep me company.” She laughed and said. In my head I thought wouldn’t it be awesome if I could keep her company in the bed.

The things I would do with her. Thinking all that just made my boner harder. It was impossible to hide it now. I decided to not worry about it much. If she notices it and says something I will just apologize. Nothing wrong in getting a boner on seeing a beautiful woman.

We went into the living room. She sat on the sofa. I headed to sit opposite her but she urged me to sit next to her. Who would let go of an opportunity to sit next to her? So I sat down next to her. I immediately crossed my legs to hide my boner. We spoke about general stuff.

About my plans for the summer vacation. After a few minutes, we landed on the topic of girlfriends. She asked me about my girlfriend. I said currently I was single. “How come? Young guys nowadays always have a girl.” She asked.

“Yeah. I had a few dates but it didn’t turn into anything. They weren’t my type.” I told her. “Oh, not your type huh.” She raised her eyebrows and smiled at me. “What is your type?” she asked me. As she asked me she leaned closer and showed me her cleavage.

I was surprised and almost involuntarily my eyes went to her cleavage. It was so perfect. “Umm. I don’t know” I replied. “I know your type. You like older women right?” She said. I looked into her eyes. They were full of lust. I was not sure what was going on now.

It seemed kind of like déjà vu. Was she coming on to me, I thought to myself. “Mansi has told me everything.” She said coyly. “Umm, I don’t know what you are talking about,” I replied innocently. “She told me the whole story. How you fucked her brains out.” She said and put emphasis on the word ‘fucked’.

My eyes grew wide. I was scared if she would tell other people. “Don’t worry. You aren’t in any trouble. Not in any trouble if you do something for me.” She said as she placed her hand on my thigh. She started to rub my thigh. I uncrossed my legs.

I knew where this was heading and I wanted it more than anything. Her face was close to mine. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want you to fuck me better than you fucked Mansi.” She whispered into my ear and bit me my neck softly.

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