Bhabhi made me callboy
Whenever I seemed to need her, Bhabhi was always there for me. She was always attentive to me, she gave importance to what I had to say, and she listened carefully to whatever I said. It was only natural that over a period of time I grew closer to her and started going to her with my little problems and questions. I particularly liked the time we spent together alone either in her room or on the terrace during the evening. I cannot remember when, but slowly I started noticing that Bhabhi was a very beautiful lady. At first it was as if I was just attracted towards her, I just liked to spend more and more time with her. I liked watching her talking to me, I liked her moving around. Slowly I started noticing Bhabhi’s body If was not as if I was not seeing her body, every day. But one day I suddenly realized that my Bhabhi was one hot lady with a very sexy body. It did not help matters, or maybe it did help matters, that she was completely at ease with me and never seemed to mind my being around. She did not seem to mind my hanging around in her bedroom even when she was getting ready. She would wear low cut blouses and on top of that her sari would fall from her shoulders leaving her round, milky white 36-inch tits only partially covered. Her tits were beautiful and the cleavage between them was mouth watering. I would peek at her tits and she never seemed in a hurry to cover her low cut blouse clad breasts with her sari. She also wore her sari very low on her hips so that her flat tummy, her belly button and the top of her buttocks were displayed for me to see. It seemed that some of her pubic hair was also peeking from top of her sari. Many times I had seen her in partial states of undress. One day I realized that Bhabhi had become the lady in my dreams and I started having these urges to see more of my sexy, beautiful Bhabhi. It continued that way but what changed was that when my Bhabhi came to her bed room after her bath and sat in front of her dressing table I started paying more attention to her body. The sight of her breasts under her dressing gown fascinated me. They were magnificent, mind blowing. They must have been at least 36 D (I confirmed the size from her bra later). I sat there watching her and she seemed unaware of my curiosity towards her body .I was provided glimpses of her tits, the beautiful cleavage in between the two magnificent peeks. I also saw her long beautiful legs. I longed for more and it suddenly became an obsession to see more of my sexy Bhabhi’s body. I started going to her bathroom while she was inside having her bath. I used to stand outside the door and used to hear the sound coming from inside, of water falling and sometimes sound of Bhabhi humming some song while she was under the shower. I got very excited during these times and my penis would become very hard and I had to take it out and masturbate. One day I decided to take matters more into my hands, I already seemed to have my hard cock in my hands all the time seeing sexy bhabhi, and started planning on how to go about seeing my sexy Bhabhi naked. It seemed there were two places where I could do that in her bathroom, while she had her bath and second in her bedroom after she went there after her bath to get ready. Both places had windows although the bathroom window was little high so difficult to reach. I decided on the bathroom window as the bathroom was in the corner of the house and isolated, my getting caught were less. So decided I waited with baited breath one hot summer night. I was standing below her bathroom window waiting for Bhabhi to enter and close the door. After a few moments filled with doubts I heard the door being opened and then locked from inside the light was also put on so that now light was coming from the window above my head. I heard Bhabhi moving inside the bathroom. I was attracted towards the window like a magnet pulling a piece of iron towards it. I slowly crept up and soon I could see from inside the bathroom. I saw Bhabhi standing in front of the mirror removing her hair band. She then started to open her sari. I saw my sexy bhabhi slowly opening her sari and now she stood clad in a low cut blouse and petticoat a few feet from me. Bhabhi then started opening her blouse, she opened the buttons and time seemed to stand still as I saw her breasts those lovely tits slowly coming out from the confines of the blouse. Those objects of my youthful longing came to my view. The magnificent specimen of feminist was uncovered. The blouse came off now those 36D tits were covered only by the most sheer black lacy bra that I had seen My mouth was dry and I was sweating, my hands were all sweaty as I watched my beautiful bhabhi’s tits. She opened her bra. I could see her nipples under the bra. Her skin was creamy white and her breasts shone in the light. Sweat was reflected on her tits and I could see a few drops of sweat running down between her tits into the magnificent valley that lay between them. She rubbed her hand on her bra-clad tits I almost moaned out loud. I controlled myself with some difficulty. Bhabhi then opened her petticoat. As she opened the strings of her petticoat I could observe the matching black lace panties coming to view. As she dropped the petticoat on the floor my cock raised o few inches in my pants as if to salute the sight that lay before me, the image of my gorgeous bhabhi’s body clad in the sheerest of bra & panty. Long beautiful legs, milky white calf and great thighs with the most beautiful round buttocks. What a great ass, my bhabhi had a great ass those two beautiful round globes covered by the panties, which covered less and revealed more. As she moved around her tits rose and fell. It seemed that her bra were not sufficient to hold her tits firmly in place.