Horny Neighbor Meera Aunty
Foreign
Submit Report Hello Everyone, My Name is Happy mein mumbai mein rahta hon mein sex patner ki talash mein hon koi be female agar sex karna cahti hai tu mujhe mail kare ([email protected]) mein ne ye story eik site se copy ki hai mujhe achi lagi tu aap se share ki……….aab aap kahani parhein My name is Subbu, I am an software programmer working with an organization here in New Jersey. I just celebrated my 26th birthday the day before I wrote this story. I am going to narrate an incident that I experienced a few months back with a woman here. (All the names are changed for privacy sakes) I was a virgin until then and the only sexual experience I ever got was masturbating to amateur porn on the Internet. I did not like the fake porn stars and something about the natural erotica of women always turned me on. I did not really care if they were young or old. I am not a pervert but I always used to stare at people’s windows around me hoping for something to happen. There were a few times I got lucky but most other times I would make up a fantasy of the couple in the house. After living with three guys for a year. I moved to a new apartment about a few months back, it was a nice spacious studio styled room. They did not let me share the house with anyone and frankly I loved the new freedom. I was eating what I cooked, I did not have to clean up after anyone, I did not have to wait for someone to finish using the bathroom before I could use it. I had to use public transport though which was a little hassle as I had to walk a mile to and from the train station. Right across from where I lived was a family of 6. Meera aunty, her son Rishab with his wife Archana and their 3 young daughters, the youngest had just started school. They are a nice family from Delhi. They had been living in Boston for a long time and Rishab was laid off and found a job in NYC and Archana didi also picked up a job in NJ. Meera auntie’s husband had passed away a long time back and that’s when she moved to the states to work. The kids were real cute and used to love coming over and playing Xbox with me. Rishab also loved coming over and getting some time away from the kids and the family. One weekend, I had just dumped my clothes into the Laundromat down the corridor and was walking back to my apartment when I heard a loud crash in Rishab’s house. I knocked a few times and asked if everything was ok and no one answered. The door was not shut and I walked inside and saw Meera aunty had slipped in her bedroom and brought down an entire cupboard to the floor. She said she was doing alright except for a sharp pain in her back. We both cleaned up the shelves and I noticed a bag open and it had three sizes of dildos in them. One of them was a rabbit; I had seen a lot of women achieve orgasms with them on the internet. I looked back to see if Aunty had caught me seeing them and she indeed was looking at me a little annoyed at my discovery of her private pleasure stack. I shrugged my shoulders and said sorry. She said, it’s ok and continued to clean up. A few minutes later we were done. She asked me if I’d like a cup of coffee or cookies. I said yes because it would be weird if I refused. She walked into the kitchen and I followed her into the main room. I stood there for a few minutes and she bought me a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies she baked. She asked me about my work and I answered them to the point. It was getting real awkward for the both of us. She then looked down and said – you know it’s been over 12 years since my husband passed away. I said I was sorry. It’s ok, what you saw earlier is all I have to keep me satisfied. I did not know how to respond to that, had it been anyone else, I would have probably taken advantage of the situation but I could not get to here. We did not say anything till I finished my coffee and said I have clothes to pick up from the Laundromat and walked away thanking her. About an hour had passed; I was getting a hard on thinking about how she must have been masturbating using that rabbit. I folded the washed clothes in my closet and was getting ready to leave to pick up some groceries when I heard a knock at the door. I opened and saw Meera aunty there. I let her come in and she started looking around the apartment and then looked at the x box and the couch and said – ah, so this is where Rishab spends his quality time away. We laughed, that was the first time she was entering my apartment. I noticed she was smelling fresh and changed into track pants and a t shirt. She must have had a bath or something. For the first time I noticed that her breasts and ass looked like they were firm for someone her age. I knew she worked out but she did wear clothes and makeup from the 80’s you know tight pants and loose t shirts with fluffy hair. Maybe that’s what made me feel that she was older than she seemed like. She was also quite a short lady – maybe about 5′4 something. She saw me and said I never got to thank you for helping me back there. I said it was nothing and hope she was doing fine now. She then made it obvious why she was in the room with me, she said – all these years I depended on dildos and porn to keep me satisfied. I had never thought of getting involved with another man because I had grownup kids and grandchildren. She went to say – I did think about getting into casual relationships and made a few friends on the internet but it was not satisfying enough. I did not know what to say all this time except – I understand aunty. She then gave me a stare that I understood better than words, I walked up to her and she hugged me tight. I could feel her breasts push against me. I am about 5′11 and her arms was just above my waist. She started grinding herself against me. I moved her face away from my chest and started to kiss her.