My Pillion Adventure with Rani Aunty – Part 1

This is a true incident that happened around 10 years ago when I was in my first year of engineering. I used to come home on weekends as I would be in a hostel the other days.

Many times I would reach home by dinner time as our village had a fewer public transport facilities after 6 pm. And I would have to wait for 45 minutes to 1.5 hours for a connecting bus from the city to our village, despite it being just 12 km.

This was around Diwali time of that year and as usual, I was waiting in the bus station when I decided to walk off to the city center to have some light snacks. That was when I met Rani aunty. Her daughter and I were friends and she was one of the ward members of our panchayat. She had come to the city to get some decorations for the panchayat and seeing me, she invited me to ride along with her on her scooter as the next bus would be at least an hour later. Moreover, the sky was overcast and it would be raining soon.

I hesitated at first, but she keenly insisted and called my mother and told her that she would be dropping me home. That reassured my mother who was already anxious about the rains and she told me to join Rani aunty. So, we took off before the rain started.

Rani aunty had some supplies and decorations on the front platform of the scooter. So, she told me she would be sitting slightly backward and that I need not sit cramped but to be relaxed. She also told me that she would need to make a quick stop at her home to drop off these supplies before going to my place.

I was totally fine with it as I had been fantasizing about Rani aunty for a long time. She would always be wearing elegant sarees with a low-cut blouse, exposing her cuts and her well-formed belly. So, this scooter ride was nothing short of a dream for me.

As we rode, I could smell her perfume on the back and the fragrance of her hair as it caressed my face. All of my fantasies had given me a boner and I was somewhat senseless of my surroundings. Apparently, Rani aunty had moved back and my hard cock was against her back. She was totally in between my legs and I couldn’t move further back because of the grabrail. She seemed not to be bothered by it and rode as usual.

The rain had started in the form of small showers by then. We reached her home soon and I helped her move the stuff as she unlocked the door. There was no one home as her husband was abroad and her daughter was not to come home for another 2 days.

I was somewhat embarrassed by the ride because of the boner. So I didn’t speak much and my face had sort of a guilt mask. I waited outside on the porch watching the rain grow into a moderate shower and hoped to divert my thoughts.

In the meantime, Rani aunty called me into the house and told me that she would call my mother and inform her that she would be dropping me off only after the rains, as it was a thunderstorm by then.

As it seemed the rain would take a while to subside, she told me to wash my face and freshen up as I seemed very tired. I obliged and went to the washroom. Then I washed my face in the sink and decided to wank myself off to get the boner off.

I decided to leave the tap on to mask off any other sound. Apparently, even though I had closed the door shut, it was a two-way lock and anyone outside could open the door. I hadn’t put the door bolts and wasn’t anticipating anyone to rush in.

As I kept jerking my whole 7 inches, Rani aunty barged in all of a sudden with a face towel! Seeing me, she immediately looked off but stood there and said –

She: I thought you were washing your face as I heard the sink tap running.

I repeatedly said: Sorry aunty, it’s not what it seems, sorry.

She slowly tilted her head back toward me and glanced toward my dick at an angle while pretending to look down at the floor. I was covering my hard boner with my palms, but even still she could see it. She extended the towel toward me and while reaching for it, my dick sort of sprung back up. Seeing that, she let out a small, “Ohh, wow” with a smirk.

The towel was just a face towel, so it wasn’t enough to wrap around me. I just held it on my dick while I tried to grab my pants. She looked me in the eye and said –

She: It’s perfectly okay for boys to do this.

As she had breached my privacy, she felt sorry for it. I had turned around by then and was facing away from her and trying to put on my pants.

She said: Here, let me help you get it off.

Then she wrapped me around from my back and grabbed my dick with her right hand while her left grabbed my balls. Her cold hands sent a shiver throughout me and I was frozen for a while, unable to grasp the reality.

She was trying to look over from behind my shoulder. As I am 6’2″, she had to tiptoe. So, for her convenience, I turned around and faced her. Her saree drapes had almost fallen by now and her hair seemed a bit unruly yet sexy. We looked straight in the eyes and slowly closed in and kissed each other while she slowly undid her saree.

After about 5 mins of intense kissing, I slowly sucked her neck and went to her breasts. They were warm and succulent. Her armpits had a great aroma that aroused me. Her nipples were erect. I sucked on them and fondled them while she held my head onto her chest and played with my hair.

As the washroom was getting congested to get to the next base, she picked me up and grabbed my dick and walked me out and into her room. The dominant yet subtle Rani aunty was a goddess and I couldn’t wait for the action in the room as I oozed precum on her palms.

Wait for part 2!

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