Memoirs Of Bhanu – Part I

It was 4:30 in the morning when alarm beeped. Bhanu woke up to the alarm. Rahul, her son-in law had given instructions to get down at a railway station that was near to their home as the train would reach there at 5:30 AM.

She woke up. It was not as cold as she expected. Train was chugging along at full speed. She took her bathroom kit and walked towards the train toilet.

Near the toilet, there were some sleepy youngsters standing, who were not allotted a berth .As youngster’s eyes moved over to her waist and breasts from her face. She realized that her sari was slightly out of place and corrected it.

She went inside the toilet, brushed her teeth and started combing her hair. She looked at her reflection and liked it.

She was 40. She had a well maintained body 36-28-38. and still she made some heads turn as she walked and attracted stares from youngsters. She smiled

She waited in her berth and thought.

It was the first time she was visiting her daughter Neema (21) and Rahul (25). they got married last year after lots of heated discussions in the family as it was a love marriage and Rahul was from Delhi.

Initially she was a bit sceptical on Neema’s choice because of the differences in culture. Luckily Rahul did not have many relatives and all of them were still in Delhi itself. Rahul’s father had died and his mother lived with his elder sister.

So Neema was free from the hassles that relatives posed.

Many times Neema and Rahul had asked her and husband Sridhar to visit them at Bangalore. But it never happened. Last month Neema while lifting gas cylinder suffered a slip disc and was bed ridden for a week and was advised not to do much work for 3 months. That is when Bhanu decided to join her daughter and son-in law to help them out.

It was the first time Bhanu was travelling alone to a big city and she felt it thrilling. and enjoyed it.

It was 5:30 and the train stopped. She took her bags and got out of the train. At a distance, she saw Rahul waiving and coming towards her.

Rahul reached over and said “Aunty Welcome to Bangalore how was the travel?”
I smiled and followed him.

Rahul was tall and handsome. He was wearing a t-shirt and a 3/4 trouser.
Was fair and no moustache. He very much looked like a student even now.

They took an auto rickshaw and reached their home in about 30 minutes. They lived in a rented house.Neema came to the hall and smiled and showed Bhanu the home.

Located in the first floor it was a small one bed room, hall and kitchen house. The land lord lived in the ground floor.

Gradually I got settled to their house.Rahul would sleep on the diwan in the hall and Neema and herself in the bed room.

Neema and Rahul left early for work and they return back by 7 PM or so in the evening.

I had nothing much to do in the day time after they left for work and would watch TV or go to the terrace to get a view of the neighbourhood. I quickly learnt the neighbourhood and would do the vegetables /groceries purchase me. I liked the anonymity of the city and the freedom that gave me very much.

One week passed and one night I woke up from her bed seeing some dim light from the hall. The hall was viewable from the bed room.

As I peeped through the door, I saw that the light was from the TV and Rahul was watching. I saw that he was fondling with his dick and after a while he took it out from his boxer shorts and started masturbating.

At first I was ashamed and not sure what to do. But as I stood there, I started liking it. I also saw that Neema was fast asleep and enjoyed Rahul’s show.

I could see the shadow of his organ and saw that till he came splashing. He cleaned up and slept. I realized that Rahul was deprived of sex due to Neema’s health.

Morning:
Usually, I made morning coffee and went to wake Rahul up. He usually wears only boxer shorts while sleeping and could see his bulge. I enjoyed watching his body and the bulge for a minute or so before started to wake him up.

This became a routine for me to watch Rahul’s show at night as well as in the morning. While I was alone at home, I would fantasize and masturbate.

I was not discontented with sex. But Sridhar was not adventurous and it was routine stuff. I enjoyed adventures and always thought of doing it differently. Back at home town, I would read magazines and fantasize and home town offered no scope for something different.

Two weeks passed like this and one day, while Neema was leaving for office, she mentioned to Rahul.

“Rahul, you are having a leave today. Can you please take Amma to the mall nearby and show her around. She has not seen any place and it has been already 2 weeks”

Rahul said “OK, Aunty please get ready. After I drop Neema to office, we will go out”

For a moment I was excited. I was going to be with Rahul alone. I dressed up quickly. Back in my home town I would dress a bit conservatively. Here in city, I felt free from prying eyes and dressed fashionably. I wore a red chiffon sari and matching blouse .I tucked in her chiffon sari way below her navel and used single fall for the pallu.The blouse also was a short sleeve and could see the outline of the black bra that I was wearing.

Rahul returned quickly and asked her “Aunty are you comfortable riding in bike?

I said smilingly “I am not used to it. But I will try”.

As I sat behind Rahul, I was very excited. Rahul rode slowly. After 5 minutes or so I got used to the bike. His body odour was intoxicating. I sat up close to him and pressed and rubbed my cuties to his back rather deliberately as we rode. I thoroughly enjoyed the 30 minutes ride to a mall nearby. As I got down and looked at Rahul, saw that was he was flushing too. That is an encouraging sign, I thought.

Rahul showed me around the mall and some shops and the theatre. He said, “There is a new Hindi movie. Would you like to watch?”

I said “yes it has been a while since I saw one”

We took tickets for 11 AM show. The theatre was sparsely populated and hardly 20 people were there, mostly college going couples.

We sat at the extreme rear seat. Movie started. In the dimly lit hall. I saw that as he sat his arms were on the armrest on the chair and elbows slightly protruded as if it was waiting for a soothing touch of my bosom.

I slowly leaned to his side and asked him a doubt on the Hindi dialogue. As I leaned my boobs innocently pressed against his elbow. I noticed that he did not move his elbow it as I pressed against it.

Now and then I would ask Rahul doubts and he would patiently reply to me and his elbows had the soothing feel of my lovely boobs.

I expected him to cup my breasts after un-buttoning my blouse. But he was still playing safe, I thought.

After movie interval, I saw his elbows were even more extended out of arm rest and I too sat close to him. This time he too proactively started detailing me of the scenes and in the process touching and caressing my boobs with his elbows. My nipples were hard and erect and I realized that I was dripping wet inside my vagina. I hoped Rahul would make the first move. But he did not. I too did not want to make the first move immediately.

On the way back too in the bike, I made sure that he enjoyed the feel of my breasts and he too responded by putting some brakes in between.

As I reached home, I went inside bathroom and masturbated fondling my clitoris and vagina lips. We enjoyed the heated vibes of the day.

Next one week or so was uneventful. But I realized that he enjoyed my company and wanted to spend time whenever it presented and also once in a while I observed him glancing admiringly at my body. I think he was confused over my action as to whether it was an innocent move from my side or was it intentional.

Next week we had another opportunity…!