Seduction Of Sexy Ashram Aunty In Bangalore – Part 1

Hi friends, this is the story of my life on the ISS. My name is Amar. I am from the north part of Karnataka, currently staying in Bangalore. My age is 24.

Coming to the story, we lived in a duplex house on Bangalore’s outskirts. My room was on the top with a terrace attached. Next to our house, we had an Ashram where some ashram ladies used to stay and do bhajans and all. Even my family members used to visit there.

There was an aunty named Rashmi in the ashram. I used to scan her body whenever she was on the terrace as we had an attached terrace. Although she wore only white clothes, she had a perfect figure. She had well-paired boobs which were trying to pop out of her blouse and a nice big ass. A typical Indian aunty figure she had with a white face.

As the days passed, my family was getting close to the ashram people. But I was not as close as I used to avoid going there. But I had got a huge crush on Rashmi, and daily I used to scan her body and started masturbating thinking of her.

One day, I was doing my regular workout at home and was shirtless. Rashmi was putting clothes on the terrace to dry. I was scanning her as she pulled her saree a little up and her boobs and stomach area were visible. Suddenly, she saw me and gave me a tough look. I was scared and just acted as if I was working out.

She made her clothes hang and hid her bra in a saree and put it on the rope. I was very excited and wanted to get it at night. Then I took her bra and masturbated on it many times and kept it back. This was going on for a long time. But one day, I was caught red-handed and that is where the actual story started.

I was very scared that the aunty would complain to my mom. But she didn’t do that and instead, she called me and said, “These things are bad” and bla bla. But I kept staring at her. After that day, things got a bit changed. She stopped coming to the terrace after she scolded me.

I was initially worried. But later came to know from mom that they had some bhajan in the city, so she was not in the house. Now I was feeling restless. I used to masturbate daily thinking about neighbour aunty’s boobs and her ass.

I had my holidays going on and one afternoon I was masturbating. As my room was at the top, I cared less about the windows. Then, all at once, I heard a water sound from my left window. It was Rashmi. She behaved as if she didn’t notice. I suddenly cummed seeing her!

Then I cleaned and came out. I greeted her, but she didn’t respond. I again asked what was she doing. She didn’t reply again.

Then I said: You can’t just keep looking through someone’s window, aunty.

For that, she replied –

Rashmi: I was not looking into your window. I was washing and cleaning the veranda.

Me: Who cleans in the open sun? I am not mad.

Rashmi: Then what do you want to say, that I was here to watch you masturbate (furiously)?

Me: Sorry, I couldn’t control my urge. How do you people do it for years? You are alone, please teach me.

Rashmi: You are a teen now. It happens, but keep a limit and close your windows and doors before doing it.

I was a little bit relieved now and I kept on asking how to control the urges.

She said: First find the cause of it.

Saying this, she left. The next day, I visited first time to her ashram with my mom. My mom was very happy as I never did such things. After that, we had a meditation session. I was staring at Rashmi as usual, but this time, she came near me and said, “Close your eyes now”. After the session, everyone left, and we too left.

The next night one of the ashram ladies had a chest pain at night. My mom woke me up as my father was on duty and told me to take her to the hospital. But I was reluctant. Then she said, “The ambulance will get delayed”. So I took out my car and Rashmi and one more aunty accompanied us.

We admitted the old lady there and then Rashmi came to me and told me thanks and said that I could leave as they would take care from now on. But I wanted to stay. I told my mom –

Me: Mom, let me be there till morning, as it is midnight and you all are ladies.

Rashmi said: Your mom doesn’t know how bad you are with ladies.

And she smiled at me.

I asked: Really aunty, am I that bad?

Rashmi: No Amar, you are a good guy. You helped us today.

Amar: Anything for you Aunty, I mean, ladies (with a smile).

Later that night, we had coffee together at the hospital we were talking about all the things. Then again the urges popped up. This time, with courage, I said: I get attracted by aunties more. I cannot control my urge. Don’t feel bad, but I am telling you my problem.

Rashmi: It’s bad, but it’s normal. Even I had urges before, but now I have gained control of it.

Amar: Teach me how to control. I am getting out of control by seeing you daily.

Rashmi (blushed): Haa, stop flirting first. I will teach you.

Early in the morning, I left and the next day, I again at night went there with food.

Rashmi: Thanks to your mom, Amar, she is really caring.

Amar: What about me? I am the one who is doing delivery pick up and drop here.

Rashmi: Baa baba, you are also good.

I said: I am leaving.

But Rashmi aunt stopped me and said that she would also join as she was in the hospital from yesterday and needed to get freshen up.

I said: Ok.

Later she came to know that I had come on a bike and she was hesitating. Then she asked me –

Rashmi: You came on a bike?

Amar: Yes, dad took the car today. It’s ok I won’t apply the brakes unnecessarily. You can trust me.

Rashmi: Not like that, but.

Amar: It’s just 10 minutes, sit please.

I was driving a bullet. Then unintentionally, a car came in front and I had to apply brakes. Her boobs crushed on my back and it was so hot to feel. After that, I drove fast as much I could. She held my shoulder and told me to slow down.

While going back, I made her have coffee at a coffee shop. She was hesitant.

Rashmi: We shouldn’t stop by. It’s not good.

Amar: It’s just a coffee.

Rashmi: I am not your gf, that you can take for coffee.

Amar: Try me once I go for a long ride (by brushing her shoulders with my hands).

After that, we went on the bike and she held my shoulders once. Then I dropped her off and went to my room terrace and waited for her. She actually came and I was staring at her like hell.

Rashmi: Stop staring at me like that.

Amar: You have control, I don’t have.

Then I just jumped from my compound terrace to hers and kissed her. It was the best feeling. She was hesitant. Then I hugged her and held her soft waist. She moaned, “Aah..”

Then I just ran back and left her.

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In the next story, I will tell how I pinned her and had sex continuously on the terrace. I will narrate it in the upcoming stories.