Lady From The Bus

Hi, this is [email protected] writing this story. Your comments and feedbacks are welcome. This is the story of a chance encounter with a beautiful lady from bus in the after class hours!

It was my after class time and I packed my bag and boarded a private bus to home. I was sitting near to the ladies side when this lady appeared from no where and stood beside me. I didn’t see her face in the first instant. It was her white hands which held on the rail of the seat before mine that took my attention. It was clean white hand with white nails and yellowish white bangles. As I followed her hand to her body, I observed an off-white saree clad ripe women.

From my sitting position I could see her body in close quarters. Her chest was heavily built, but well concealed by elegantly worn saree. Her left side hip was only conservatively exposed, but still showing the richness of her plump hips. Behind, her long hair strands was seen flowing. Her whole body had an aroma and a cleanliness which I could feel in the air.

Till then I haven’t see her face, and her beautiful body gave me a desire to look above and see her face. And I glanced up passing my eyes through the grand sight of her bulging pallu. Up above her pallu showed the upper side of her white chest and neck which is void of any chain. As I moved above a glossy lip with white teethes and a warm smile welcomed me. It was a beautiful face that she had, with wide beautiful eyes and matching bindi.

It took me a second to realize that she was smiling at me. I felt shy for a moment. I smiled back and then pulled away my eyes. She had seen me looking at her. I wondered what she would have thought about me,eyeing a lady like that. I don’t know why it is like that for me. I felt like this sometimes in front of my teacher, or some relatives of mine. My eyes wander to places where it should not have. I felt an arousal feeling on my pee thing inside my trousers. I felt angry at myself. I never looked up at her again after that, though her presence was always felt to me by her aroma, shades of her body and her beautiful hand.

After another stop, the man sitting next to me on the window side got up to get down from bus. I moved myself to the window seat. I felt happy and at the same time worried to see that lady choosing to sit beside me. She took out her handbag strap from her shoulders and sat down. Her wrapped around chiffon saree gave a stiff feeling on my hands, while her bulging out ass gave sweet pressure points on my sides. She kept her handbag on her lap and looked at me. Again our eyes met and she smiled at me. This time too I smiled back, but now at a little more ease. She asked me which college I am from and which class I am in.

From those questions she moved up to asking my name, where I am staying and so many other questions. For all questions I answered earnestly. I may not have answered another stranger these questions. But she mesmerized me and her questions where so effortless and her face always hid a pleasant smile. Our shoulders rubbed against each other while at some points her forearm hit mine. I felt a spark in my body on such moments. I have never experienced like this before. As we settled down in the journey which will take another 20 mts or so for me to complete, she sat in a laid back posture. Her hands held on to her bag.

While her left hand held the strap firmly, her right hand which is next to me held on to the umbrella head which was projecting out of the bag. I felt, being a white boy myself, my skin color is still slightly darker than her white skin. As I felt she was not looking at me, I studied her body once again. I was at shoulder height to her which was a perfect height to glance. But her saree wrap was on my side that I couldn’t see anything under her pallu. Yet I could admire the heaviness of her chest in close quarters. Her body parts which where touching mine felt very soft on me.

As I was watching her body, I felt a light touch on my lap. As I looked down I found it was the end of her palm which was holding her umbrella that touched and rested on my leg. I looked up at her again and she was found facing me. This time there was no smile in her face. Just a blank expression. I wondered if she had caught me eyeing her the second time today. I felt tense and decided to look outside the window. Fortunately for her nothing seamed to be out of order and so remained like that. But then I felt her hand inched more into my lap. Probably it could be just a feeling as her hand was still resting on the knob of her umbrella and it moved just unintentionally towards my lap.

Probably in the shake of the vehicle, the umbrella might be jumping out of her bag. But these touch feelings, which were only a ‘small’ one earlier, now started to get bigger. Her palm was now fully resting on my trousers on my left thighs, pretty close to my groin area. Just on the side is my pee pee under the trousers. And just down is my naked thighs coming out of the trousers. I wished to look down, but didn’t dare to do so as I was still ashamed of my earlier catch situation. I clinched on to my bag and looked outside. But the situation became too obvious pretty soon. In a bumpy point in the road, her palm skid over to my groin and rested directly on top of my pee-pee. It was a tense and high adrenalin pumping situation for me.

I have never come across a situation like this before and didn’t know what to do. More than that my pee-pee started responding to her hand. It started growing under her palm, as if awakening inside the trousers. I felt I am in trouble and decided to do what I am best at. That is to look outside the window and stay still. Pretty soon I could feel her pushing against my pee-pee in small intervals. I could feel my pee-pee getting stiffer inside my trousers. I blamed myself for not putting on an underwear inside. It was a bad habit from my side. I didn’t realize the difficulties the grown ups will face without an underwear when they are aroused. Her pushes soon gave way to groping lightly using her thumb and first finger. Now there should be no doubt for her as to how hard my pee-pee is right now. I stole a glance down and was surprised to find that she was still holding the umbrella knob partially, while the rest of her fingers were on my trouser. I immediately took my eyes away. Soon she stopped pushing against my pee-pee.

I waited in anticipation as I missed her fingers down there. She after a moment’s gap took her fingers down all the way to the wide open end of my trouser on the leg side. She put her fingers inside and grabbed my pee-pee by its head and pushed it low between my legs. She now had my thing in her hands between my thighs. As I stole a glance I found that she has hidden my lap partially using her handbag while the other side is already covered by the bag on my lap. She has got a perfect den for her to dwell in, and even I am at guess as to what all she could do under these. She still got some good 10-15 mts before I get down at my stop and she too knows that. After the initial wait she started moving around with her fingers. She was actually feeling around my thing. The head, the tip of my head, the ring under, which is covered with my foreskin, and the stem. I felt a wave of excitement in me which I have never felt before. Even if I touch my thing with my own hands, I have never felt this high. It was the first time in my memory that someone other than me has touched my thing. And the feeling was great.

She started moving my foreskin up and down, bringing another round of sensation to me. I felt my thing grew to a size it has never grown before. She was pulling down my foreskin which I have never done myself. Because I had felt it to be bit painful in doing. But this time when she is doing I didn’t feel any pain at all. In fact I felt it great. She touched my virgin under ring with her thumb and middle finger. She started stroking it again. She stroked very slowly so as not to create any shake to the bags. She had taken out my pee pee completely out of the trouser ends. So now it is just hidden by the bags alone.

I shivered in fear and excitement at the thought of sitting there with my pee pee out. But looking at her, her face composure, her posture or even her hidden hand could not have revealed to anyone what she is doing underneath. Who could have guessed that under her pleasant looks, elegant dressing lie a women with daring interests! She mauled my pee tool with all her fingers. Since she cant take up my pee pee, she took it deep between my thighs as if trying to see how much she can stretch it. She with great difficulty felt with her fingers, the valley of my tool where the stem joins the body. She inspected the pee-hole with the tip of her finger. In all she had me in a throne of pleasure. It was when I was enjoying such feelings for endless that she stopped with her plays. She is inserting my tool back inside the trouser.

I felt bit disappointed. She could have continued some more time, atleast till the next stop. I thought in my mind. She still had her hand on my inside naked thigh. She then turned towards me, brought her head closer to me and whispered in my ears “Son, would you love to drop in to my house for some time? My stop is only one stop before yours….”. I was surprised by her invitation. Is she inviting me for more? As I didn’t say anything immediately, she continued “You told that u will be alone till evening na, so why not join me at my home so that we can chat and have some time together.” I pondered over her invitation. It is okay at home for me to be late.

I sometimes start late from classes if I play table tennis. Even otherwise, my parents are at work and will be back some solid 2 hrs or so later only. But still after all the thoughts I finally choose to reply her by saying “Aunty, thanks for your invitation. But I will be a trouble to you if I come over to your place. I don’t want to disturb you…” I felt I should be mad to say this. I should be mad in turning down her invitation. Even before I completed my sentence, I started revolting in my mind. But the lady saved me from the situation by stopping me in between my sentence. She told “You will never be a trouble for me. In fact it is a pleasure to receive you at my home”. She was saying that while she patted my inner thighs of my legs. I felt the ting between my legs. I could not have resisted her offer any more. I nodded in agreement. So as her stop neared she got up from her seat, indicating me to follow her.

We got down at her stop which is one stop before mine. From here it is still walkable distance for me to my home. She took out the umbrella and opened it to shield from the scotching sunlight. She held my shoulders and brought me closer to stand under the umbrella as a protection from the sunlight. She led me through a bi-line. As we walked, our bodies touched and rubbed each other. I stole a glance at her body which was in close quarters. Even through her conservative dressing, it felt amazing. As being on her left side, I was on the open side of her pallu. I could see her blouse clad boobs grinded against the saree pallu, her hips grinding against the saree and moving up and down as she walked. Her folds grind against each other like a well oiled machine, while the curves gleamed under sunlight. Upwards her sandal color blouse fitted rightly on to her body.

Only the beginning of her mounts was visible from under the pallu, while the peaks went under the carefully tucked pallu away from naked eyes. Soon we reached a fine looking well kept house. It was not too big, and not too old, but beautifully designed. She led me inside. She had told on me on the way that there would be no one at her home, so I was not expecting to see anyone inside. Inside too was well designed and neatly arranged. She offered me a sofa to sit, and told she will go and take something to drink for me. On the way she switched on the big ~32 inch flat TV and gave me the remote. It was good that she put on the TV for me, for it was a good tension buster for me. Some Anushka shetty song was going on in the TV from a dubbed film. I changed channels. Another channel in Tamil caught my attention with the lead actor having a crush for the hips of his heroines and going about holding everyone’s. I quickly changed the channel as I don’t want the aunty to catch me watching these sexy scenes. I flipped through Malayalam, Hindi channels before deciding to settle with Anushka’s gyrating hips once again. It was not vulgar while still arousing at the same time.

Soon aunty came back with a glass of cold orange juice in her hand. In close proximity I found that the dozen or so thin bangles on her hand are made off white and yellow metal making it look elegant. She had her loose end of the pallu tied around her hip. For a moment she looked like a beautiful housewife happily and busily working around in the kitchen. It felt hard to believe that this was the lady who played with my tool some half hour before. I placed the remote on the teapoy and took the juice from her hands. She sat beside me on my right side of sofa and watched me sipping-in the juice. As I finished off the glass and placed it on the teapoy, she brought her hand to my chin and wiped off the juice which leaked out of my mouth. In the process her long fingers touched my lips and cheeks, sending a wave of sensation across me.

Then she moved close by and started speaking about things from our locality. About the travel woes by auto and bus, the frequent current cuts etc. She spoke “It was when I was in the middle of such travel that I saw one beautiful pair of eyes watching me”. She paused for a second and then touched my right naked thigh with her right hand and told “It was you who had those eyes”. I knew she would have caught me staring at that time. Now it was confirmed. But she soothed me by saying the other side of the story. She told “But even before that, I had seen a pair of young legs from an innocent looking young boy which was you. You should know by now that I have a crush for good young white thighs of boys. Your thighs appeared so virgin white to me that I came and stood by your side for a closer look.” She told all this while she patted my leg. “It appeared to me even whiter than my skin, just like the inside stem of a banana plant. If I scratch your leg with my nail, blood would have come out of it” she told me while giving a small pinch on my naked thigh. “That is why I brought you here to know more about you. If your legs are this special, certainly you should be holding something even more special inside. And I did found it out earlier.” She paused, looking at my eyes straight, hands freezed on my right thighs, as if waiting for some permission from me.

After a moments pause, she slid her hand inside, second time since we met today. This time more firmly and without any pauses. Since my pee-pee was facing the other leg on the other side of my trouser, her sliding fingers hit the shaft bottom end of my tool. She spread out her fingers to grab the bottom of the shaft. And then in a swirling action she bought the shaft head from other side to this side of the trousers. And then she pulled it out to bring forward my shining pee head from inside. My thing lay bare in her hand. She looked at her prized catch in as much earnest as I was. She was slowly stroking it in her hands. When I looked at her she appeared like an angel doing mischievous things. As she glanced back at me, I fumbled for words. I bluntly said “Sorry, I forgot to put on my underwear”. She replied “It is totally fine. That made it easier for me. And as a matter of fact I can give you something else to wear for if you want”. She didn’t elaborate on her statement. Neither I asked, though I didn’t quiet get what she meant by that.

She asked me “Shall I take off your trousers”. I nodded positively and she slowly unhooked my trousers and slides it out along my legs. I lay there naked from waist to bottom. But strangely I didn’t feel that shy compared to how I was earlier today. She neatly kept my trouser on the teapoy. Then in a slow but firm way she raised both my legs and kept it on her lap. This way I sat in a strange way with my butt firmly on the sofa down, while my legs raised up and resting on her lap. This way I felt I was more in her hands and at her mercy. But that position was dick raising for me. Because my pee-pee was erect like never before. She stroked my thing once again and then ran her hand all over from thighs to the knee and back. Her hand gave feather like feelings to me, while her bangles dragged over my body. Then she for the first time inspected my balls closely, rubbing under it in the process. I felt a strange feeling of some build ups inside me. When I used to rub my pee pipe myself, I used to have such feelings. But not this high.

She held on to my leg while she attended my tool. That gave me my first feel of her boobs as my legs squeezed on to her boobs. It felt soft, cool and warm at the same time. It felt squeezy, spongy, and bulky at the same time. It had its direct effect on my pee-pee as it sore to new heights. While she stroked my thing, she also started rubbing her face on to my leg once in a while. With time she progressed to rubbing more intensively and used her tongue at times to lick my thighs. It soon striked me that what she told me was truthful. She really does have a liking for legs and thighs. As she stroked my thing harder, her bangles made sweet clanking sound by hitting on to each other.

She meanwhile rubbed her face all over my legs and licked, including my upper feet and toe. That was a strange feeling for me. I had never experienced someone licking my leg before. In fact I have never experienced any of these before. She even complimented my legs for its cleanliness. I felt breathless as she notched up her stroking by one level. The feeling of build up in me started getting bigger and I lost my sense by pleasure that I had never experienced before.

Suddenly I cummed! I cummed all over her hand. It was a transparent but thick liquid. That was the first time I experienced cumming. In my masturbation sessions that I am used to, I always used to get a peak in my pleasure, but never in the form of any cumming. So I was worried when I ejaculated fluid on to auntie’s hand. I tried to apologize to her “Aunty, I am sorry. I didn’t expect anything like this to come out and spoil your hand”. She interrupted me and told “It is fine, it is quiet normal”. Saying that she took out a handkerchief from her saree fold and wiped her hand. After that she asked “Is this the first time you are ejaculating, I mean peeing thick fluid like this”. I nodded positively. She asked “Do you ever used to stroke like this”. Though I don’t like to admit it, still I didn’t lie before her. She asked “So you have never ejaculated like this before even while you stroked”. I nodded negatively. She continued “Well, I am happy to hear that. I am happy to make a man out of a virgin boy. And I am happy to be that first lady for you”. She patted my cheeks while saying that.

Then she rested my legs on the sofa and got up. She adjusted her wrinkled saree and then told “I will go and take another juice for you. You should be exhausted by now”. I thanked her for her gesture. The TV still played on some nice songs with actress Ritcha in the lead. She was in her blouse without pallu. And the heavily chested lady combined with the padded blouse/bra gave breathtaking view for me. Another song followed it, by the time aunty came with another glass of juice. I drank it in one gulp. I was still nude below as she hadn’t yet allowed me to wear my trouser. So instead I had my trouser spread over my lap to hide my joy toy. But still I was feeling the shyness especially after I ejaculated in her hands. She seeing my situation laughed and told “I will bring something else for you to wear now”. Saying that she went inside and returned a moment later with a small folded piece of silky white clothe in her fist. It didn’t look like, nor has the size of a trouser.

It looked to me like a kerchief. But when she opened her fist, it revealed a white thin underwear. At that time I failed to realize that it is a ladies underwear and is called panties. She showed it towards me and told “Let me put this on you”. Though it wasn’t exactly what I thought would comfort me, I could not have objected to putting on something to hide my hard-on. She raised my legs and put on the panties. She dragged the panties all the way up to my buttocks. It was a laced panty. Due to its stretchy material, it fitted on to my body rather nicely. But the piece of clothe was extensively cut to women’s body shape that it didn’t reach out enough to cover my vital parts. Half of my buttocks was out, showing my ass creek. In the front the panties was inwardly cut that it didn’t have enough material to cover my pee-pee when it is in upward semi erect vertical position. Neither it had the accommodative space on the crotch area to keep my pee-pee in the downward position. So it showed up half the head of my pee-pee above the panties line.

Even when I tried to pull up the panties further, it was not giving in. Only effect it had is, due to the rubbing of the laced pantie on my pee-pee head, my thing started growing again from its semi-hard state to hardened state. Due to this effect, the stem of my thing was also now visible above the panties line. I was visibly tense and embraced, but also enjoyed the moment. She ran her fingers over the panties line and told to herself that it was a perfect fit for me. She asked me to stand up and face her. As I stood up she scanned me top bottom. Then she ran her fingers all over my panty including buttocks before finally settling over my pee mount. She held on it vertically from over the panties. Then she rubbed her palm over my tool from top to bottom. The nylon panties amplified its effect on my tool. My tool got hardened once again to its full magnitude.

The shaft popped out of the panties top. Her hand rubbed on to the back of my pee pee head. Her fingers covered the entire length from top to bottom, touching the naked cock head as it reached up. I felt her rubbing was too much for me to bear that I started squiggling on the sofa. Upon seeing that she stopped playing with my tool. She told “We have more things to do than this”. Saying that she got up from the sofa and moved a step back. For a moment she stood there before me like a lighted lantern. I felt she is the most beautiful and elegant middle aged lady at that time. After a pause she gave me the best moment of my life.

She untucked the pallu end from her hip and then unwound and dropped down the pallu in front of me. And there before me is unravelled a marble like stone carved body of a beautiful women. Her chest concealed in her sandal colored blouse, her folded horizontally elongated navel, her curvy hips, her saree clad petticoat etc where all mesmerizing for me. Though she was having big hooters, her cleavage was hidden by the cleverly sewn blouse, which rightly fitted on to her body. The stiches of her blouse were minimal with the hooks to the back. There was one inverted V cut stitch under her boobs which ran along the bottom from either sides, peaking at the centre, just in-between her boobs. Another stich ran all the way from her under arm directly to the peak of her boobs. Sans these two major stitches, her blouse front was plane. But the simplicity enhanced the viewing experience of her huge mounts. The seamless wrinkle free mounts combined with wide cut blouse neck, showing her white skin was dick raising for me. Her blouse neck, which was so wide cut seam to defy any room for bra straps to be placed underneath.

When I get down from her boobs to the open valley of her navel, I felt it to be rich and plumb. And her navel deep enough to plant a sapling. From boobs to navel she matched the looks of Ritcha in blouse and petticoat, from the movie sequence which played in the channel earlier. Only a gold belly chain was missing. Hmm, I was awe struck with all the assets displayed in front of me. Aunty patiently waited and showed off for some moments. Then she unwound the rest of her saree, putting herself in just her blouse and petticoat. She then asked me to lie down on the sofa. I pointed at the awkward panties I am wearing as if to ask if I can take it off. She told “Let it be there, I will take it off for you”. Having heard her, I reclined to the sofa, lying down on it with just my shirt and her panties on me. She came closer and then mounted over me with her legs on both sides of my pelvis. She sat on my legs while kneeled down on the sofa. In that position she got easy access to my dick whose head is now only partially visible outside the panties.

She rubbed over my shaft once again, arousing my pee-pee in the process. Soon it came out of the panties, first head out, then half of my shaft. Happy with the progress, she dragged down the panties till my knee revealing my pee-pee to her once again. She fondled my legs from bottom thighs to upper, until she decided to attend to my pee-pee once again. She started shagging my thing slowly. That familiar sound of her bangles tingling began heard once again in my ears. She continued shagged in a slow phase till she felt satisfactory. Then she spread out her legs even more and then reached her one hand under her petticoat. At that age, I had no idea what was to follow. Only thing I was sure was that it is going to be pleasurable for me. Under her skirt she touched up her private part as if preparing way for my tool. Then she took my tool and led it underneath her petticoat, deep between her legs till it hit her pussy lips. It was a straight shot at the eye. Without any fumbling around on her pussy, she was able to directly hit her pussy lips with my pee-pee. She asked me “Can I put it in now. It might be bit painful. You can always tell to stop when you feel like”. I told her she can go ahead.

She didn’t wait any further as she plunged down on my shaft all the way till our pelvis meet. I felt it more than being warm, in fact I felt it hot inside her pussy walls. Looked like she was in so much heat all the time, but still exercised restraint all the time. I could feel the heat of her hole radiating out. She asked me “Are you okay now, are you feeling good, Can I move?” I nodded my head positively. She started moving up and down on my tool. The walls of her pussy chamber rubbed on my pee-pee kindling a great sensation in me. Her pussy was wet giving natural lubrication for my pee-pee. Contrary to auntie’s fear, I didn’t feel any pain throughout the process. In fact it was only loads and loads of pure pleasure for me. Though at that age, I didn’t know what exactly sexual intercourse means other than the name itself, I was able to enjoy it and respond by instincts. It is true that some things like sex need not be educated in life. The act of sex naturally occurs. A snake need not be shown its way to den.

At the right time, it will enter the hole on its own. Similarly as desire comes a man and women will find a partner by themselves to indulge in sex. Coming back to aunty, she, sitting vertically, moved up and down over me. She moved slowly, and her boobs swayed in synchronization. It was great to watch her boobs from down under. While at it, she tied up her long hair, which was getting on the way, into a bun. While doing that, her already protruding boobs thrusted out even more, tempting me to hold it. After tying up she moved forward, kneeled down her hands, bringing her body horizontally at level with my body. Then she held my shoulder and lied down on me, crushing her boobs on to my body in the process. She rested part of her weight on my body. She then asked on my ears “Are you okay with my weight, can u bear it?” When she is thrusting her boobs like this on my body, I never could have felt any weight on me. I said to her that I am okay only. She whispered again into my ears “I want you to feel my body when we are doing it. That is why I am lying down on you”.

Saying that she moved her hips in that position, grinding my pee-pee within. Her whole body was rubbing against mine, stimulating all my senses. Her face was by my side, and she started kissing me on my ear. She then kissed my cheeks and slowly progressed to my lips. It was the first time in my memory that someone has kissed me on my lips. And it felt great. Soon she made me open up my lips so that she pushed in her tongue into mine. It was a different experience and her rough tongue played with mine. She moved her tongue in and out, resembling the intercourse movement that is happening down. In-between she took my fingers too one by one, sucking it with her lips. All this was new experience for me. It was she who initiated all these, and I just lied back and reciprocated to her. Down below our bodies where heating up as she charged on my pee-pee.

Though I haven’t really wished for any more boon from her, she as if understanding a boys mind took my hand and lead it all the way to her boobs. She made me for the first time squeeze on her boob. That was my first feel of her boobs on my hand and it felt great. I could feel the fabric of her tempered blouse and the bra cup underneath. Beyond which her juggling boobs could be felt. While my palm supported her boobs over her bra cup, my extended fingers directly hit on her blouse and naked skin. I knew that I can now squeeze on to her boobs. But some mental block forbid me from doing it. I could only just hold on to her boobs without moving.

Finally she had to whisper to my ears to go ahead and squeeze her up nicely. And then I did as she told and it felt very good to squeeze on to hers. With each squeeze her white flesh popped up from above her wide cut blouse. It was a heavy but firm mass. And for the first time I got to see her cleavage nicely and prominently between the pushed up boobs. It appeared deep and mind-blowing and needs a lot of exploration to be done. I didn’t get much time for that as aunty thrust forward and squeezed her boobs on my face. I deep inhaled her fragrance, that haunted me right from the time we were inside the bus. I felt she had a bit of baby powder smell too on her body. As my face was trapped on her heavy assets, I explored her side boobs with my fingers. I felt the stich line of her boobs which ran from under her arm all the way to the peek of her boobs. It felt great to have my hands on something which I have eyed so intensively some moments before. Though I could not see, the feeling was great. And it was complimented by the great feeling I am getting from down under.

Her pussy on my pee-pee had a different feeling and pleasure level than having her hands on it. Because it is self lubricating, tight, and hot inside. And she gyrated her hips and moved up and down the entire stretch in long strokes adding a great sensation to our intercourse. But every good moment has to come to an end. And if it ends with the best of the good moment, then that is the best you can ask for. And this is exactly what happens in intercourse. Sex is an emotional build-up which feels good when it comes, and it is the best when one climaxes. Same was bound to happen for me too. I started getting the high feel of the build up in me. I cried out saying “It is coming,… It is coming”. And auntie’s response was “Let it come, shoot it in me. Cum like no bounds”.

Saying that she clenched my body in her hands, as if she wont let me go until I cummed. Her pussy felt superfluous and hot like a furnace. I reached a point of no return. And then I cummed. I cried and cummed inside her, deep inside her. Letting my pee-pee reach as deep as possible inside her. That was the most wonderful experience I had in my life until now. In fact that day brought me a whole load of experience which I could not have expected to experience so soon.

We lied like that for some moment, until aunty turned around to lie on her back in the sofa. We rested like that for some good time until aunty got up. She dressed up back in her saree. I removed the panties from my ankles and checked with aunty if I can put on my trousers. Aunty gave the go ahead signal and helped me dress up in my uniform. Aunty brought in some biscuits and some more juice. I gladly ate all that.

It was going to be half past five. So I had to hurry up back home. I bid goodbye to aunty. Before leaving aunty told “Son, the doors of this house will be open for you always. You are welcome to come over here any time. Do come at least once a week”. I nodded and promised her that I will visit her often. It was a promise that I love to keep. I haven’t yet got the chance to open her blouse and see her assets. Neither I got the chance or time to see her nude or inspect her pussy. I had to fulfil all these desires and also quench my thrust as long as I can. For all these to happen, I have to see her again. So I will surely love to keep this promise. I walked to my home with the thought of seeing her next week

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