Sexual Encounters Between Megha Aunty And Me - Pt 1
Thank you, readers, for your likes and comments on my previous post. I’ve decided based on your reception to share some other memorable experiences I’ve had. This one is from long ago, while I was beginning my undergrad and was extremely attracted to an aunty in my neighborhood. Megha aunty would go about on her evening and morning walks just like all the uncles and aunties in the neighborhood. Only, she would always walk either by herself or with her dog and rather briskly. While nearly everyone else was either with their husbands or a group of aunties. What was also different about Megha was that she seemed fairly modern. To be fair, I lived in a particularly conventional part of India at that point. It didn’t take much for anyone to stand out that way. Yet, her hair tied back, she must have been in her late 30s. She had the vibe of a person who wasn’t defined by age. All of this could have entirely been my imagination as I had never spoken a word to her at this point. I mean I had heard my mom talk to her a few times but I had never directly even said hello. But what caught my eye about her, as it did I’m sure every other male and perhaps lesbian in the neighborhood, was her body. She was so beautifully thick. Big boobs, wide hips, and a big ass, yet a body that had a beautiful curvy shape. Believe me, that description isn’t fantasy at all, she actually was ‘all that’. And I would shamelessly perv on her everytime I’d see her pass by! On one such occasion, I was driving my parent’s car back. I noticed her walking, briskly as always. Her boobs and her ass bobbing up and down in her usual form-fitting kurta. My eyes were just glued to her and I was checking her out – properly. I looked up suddenly to see she was looking right at me. I realized the windshield might not have been as reflective as I thought. She had caught me staring right at her body. I was busted, freaking out, and scared I was going to get into trouble. But as she walked into another road, she just looked down and appeared to be blushing and trying not to laugh. I was a bit relieved but still pretty nervous. Anyway, I drove home and that was the end of that. Over the next few days, I couldn’t help but think of her expression. She didn’t seem angry or disgusted. She seemed amused and was even blushing a bit. Was she simply used to it and took it as a compliment, or could there be something more to it? Well as a horny teenager of 18, I decided against my better judgment, to find out. So I waited over the next few days for an opportunity. One such opportunity came up while I was walking to the neighborhood grocery store. A small supermarket where most of our neighbors bought their daily needs. As I was walking in, I saw Megha aunty, by herself yet again, struggling to carry five large bags of groceries out of the shop. I went to her and asked, “Excuse me, aunty. Do you need some help?” She looked up surprised, almost reluctant, but said with a sigh of relief, “Yes please, I would actually not mind. I didn’t plan on buying so much.” I said, “No one ever does!” smiling, and grabbed half of the bags. “Thanks so much. You’re Rohan right, Preeta’s son? I’m Megha.” Again, wasn’t used to aunties introducing themselves just by their names back then. “Yes, aunty. I know, I’ve seen you around- I mean talking to mum and stuff.” That was deliberate, I’ll admit. She seemed not to notice as she opened the boot of her car and we loaded the bags into it. She said, “Thanks Rohan that was very kind of you.” She looked around and said, “How have you come. Did you walk here?” I said, “Yes, but that’s alright I’ll just walk back.” “Nonsense, no go get your stuff, I’ll wait in the car, I’ll drop you home.” Happy to oblige, I quickly ran into the shop, bought my soap and deodorant and ran back out to her car. “Ok let’s go,” she said, smiling. Damn, that smile too. I tried making conversation. “So a lot of groceries. You must be cooking up a feast.” She laughed, “Not really! I’m just trying to make a big batch of pasta for uncle and his friends. They are having a get-together.” “Ok nice,” I said. “How come I’ve never seen uncle around?” She glanced at me, I felt almost sternly, but answered, “Well he is a busy, busy man. He is an architect with his own firm so he undertakes projects in a lot of places.” I didn’t comment on that. I just said, “Ok well I’m sure the pasta is going to come out just fine.” She smiled and said, “Thanks beta. Chalo anyway. We’ve reached your place. Thanks for helping me out.” “No problem aunty it was nice talking to you. Bye” It was actually nice talking to her. It was more like talking to a friend than an aunty. And I was relieved she wasn’t angry about me checking her out or that she didn’t remember it. That weekend I was sitting in the tiny park our society had, reading a novel when suddenly someone said, “Sidney Sheldon? Interesting choice of books.” I looked up and it was Megha aunty with her dog. She sat down, panting. “Just something to kill time,” I said, smiling. I played with her dog, and we just started talking, about random things. It was just two people getting to know each other and the age difference didn’t seem to matter. Finally, after a while, I asked her, “aunty if you don’t mind me asking. Why do I always see you by yourself? I’m not trying to be rude. Just wondered.” She looked at me for a second, as if trying to decide just how much to share and said, “Well I don’t really get along with any of the other women around here. They seem to find me too different or vice versa. And my marriage, well was an arranged marriage to sort of merge our families.” “But as of now, it seems to be only an arrangement. I mean I don’t mind him working as long as he has to, but he just doesn’t seem interested even when he’s here. We rarely spend time together. This was not how I was raised or lived my life until marriage. But it’s my reality right now.