Comeuppance Of A Shy Peeping Aunty
cougar, female orgasm, landlord's wife

Hello, everyone, My name is Charan and this incident in this sex story occurred during my time in Chennai. I had to move to Chennai from Bangalore a few months after graduation as my company had temporarily placed me there for my training and probation period. I joined up with 2 other guys and took a small apartment for rent. The apartment was a fairly old one and looked like a budget pad. However, It was close to our workplace and spacious for the money. The extra space came due to an alteration: The landlord had removed the one bathroom in our apartment while adding an entry into the bathroom in his apartment. This meant that there was only one bathroom that had to be shared between both apartments, with two separate entries. Although awkward, it worked as the landlord woke early and left for work, while most of us were out of the house by 8. There were no kids around as well, and the Landlords wife – Kasthuri was quite a nice lady. She was a very traditional looking lady – the semi-rural middle-class types. You could classify her as an above average to decent looking south Indian housewife – Bronze colored skin, about 5’4 in height, a body that looked like it just enough of meat to give her some curves, oval-shaped face in her late thirties to early forties. One distinguishing feature was her long thick hair, that was neatly combed, lightly oiled into a plait that would come right down to the small of her back or a tied in a bun. she almost only wore sarees. I never really viewed her in a sexual aspect, apart from the occasional side view from her saree or the twisting of her curves as she walked around or bent down, but nothing that caused a burning desire in me. At best we made small talk when I met her outside or told her of some problems in the apartment. After a month was placed into projects and the other two guys had a regular morning shift, while I was given the afternoon shift which started at 2:30 pm – Which meant I could laze around in the morning and could avoid the whole morning rush. I woke up watched my roommates get ready and leave, while I played games on my laptop. I decided to go have my bath at around 12. I got into the bathroom and started to take bath. When I started to soap up, I could hear a knock from the other side of the door. “who is inside?” “Charan aunty” “Oh, Charan, are my clothes inside?” I looked around and notice some clothes lying on the counter, they were slightly wet, they looked like a blouse and a saree that were semi-washed. “yes it’s here aunty” “Okay, I’ll take it after you bathe.” Looking at her blouse lying there made me a bit curious and started to fill my head with naughty thoughts: how big is her blouse? I had never seen the total size of her breasts…wonder how her tits look… I unwrapped the wet saree and took out the blouse..and out fell her bra. The sight of her bra got me horny as hell. I took it up and looked at the tag on it. It said 34c, my mind started imagining Kasthuri aunty with just her blouse on, bending down showing off her cleavage, playing with her plait hair, gently stroking it, biting her nail and slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pushing her chest out to expose her bra. I started to masturbate with these thoughts in mind, and eventually came to us trying out various positions, and her offering a boob job while kneeling down, pushing her breasts forward to jerk me off, while looking at me with loving, longing eyes. As I left the bathroom a bit surprised, wow I’m fantasizing about my 40ish-year-old landlord’s wife, and dreaming about her wanting to slide up and down my dick.Unknowingly I started thinking about her a lot more sexually, noticing her body a lot more, even helping her out with some small errands, just to try and talk/flirt with her more. About a week later I needed to get to the office early, so I went into bathing a bit earlier than normal. In my hurry, I forgot to lock the other door. I finished bathing and started to wipe myself when I could feel some cool air seeping in from behind me. From the mirror in front of me, I could see that the door behind had opened up slightly. Feeling alarmed, I was about to turn to shut the door, when I noticed someone watching, peering in, sitting on the edge of the bed behind the door. It was Kasthuri aunty, stroking her hair with one hand and smiling while watching me. I was not sure for how long the door had been like that or for how long she had been watching, but I had wrapped my towel around me when I noticed it. The fact that she was watching made me feel very exhilarated, on one hand, feel embarrassed slightly on the other, one side wanted to put on a show for her, the other wanted to leave immediately. The former won over. My body was not in great shape, I’m about 6 feet, and had put on a few kilos over the last few months as I had not been working out, but you could still clearly see the cuts in my body – the fruits if the intense workout sessions of the past, and it was probably way better than her husband who had a potbelly and manboobs. My back was still facing her. I decided to show off my butt, I let the towel slide, and then decided to pick it up, and did so slowly so that she could get a good look at my butt.I left the towel to the side, inverted the bucket nearby and placed my foot on it so that she could get a side view of my legs and held the position for a few seconds while pretending to clean my nails. My dick had become totally erect.Turning slightly to the side gave me a better view of her from the mirror, and also showed off some of my erect dick. she was quite literally gaping at me, very intently. I then started to rub my erect dick slightly, as I watched her reaction from the mirror. She started to smile widely, shaking her hands and play with her hair even faster. This was incredibly enjoyable. I slowly turned fully sideways and gave her a full view of my 5.5-inch dark skinned cock. The sight of me stroking my dick must’ve been something, I could notice she could barely contain her excitement, she was biting her nails, and then covered her mouth with her hands out of sheer excitement, while silently giggling. I let out a sigh as the orgasm came up, I came a lot due to the excitement and took my underwear off the nearby rack to clean up. After cleaning myself I turned around and left the room, she was still watching as I left the room! I decided to leave my underwear in the bathroom, just to see if she would mention anything about a cum drenched underwear in her bathroom when she came into bathe next. I walked out of the bathroom feeling very exhilarated about my performance as a sexual object. Who would’ve thought this shy traditional housewife would peep and enjoy herself by watching a younger guy wank off and giggling like a school girl while doing so. Totally natural I guess, there is a sexual creature deep inside us all. I was just about to get up and wear my clothes when I heard a knock on my the bathroom door. “Charan have you finished bathing?” I decided to open the door in my towel, she probably might enjoy looking at my topless self once again. “what is it, aunty?” The moment I opened the door, her eyes grew wide, and she felt a bit shy. “oh…sorry” as she looked down and surveyed my body And smiled widely, she recollected herself in a few moments. “No just checking if you’ve had your bath, you get ready, it will become late for your office” Here is a lady who just peeped on me bathing and masturbating, and is now apologizing for interrupting me as I was dressing up and acts all shy as I had not worn a shirt. This woman is such a secret slut I thought to myself. Anyway, it was time for Office so I dressed up and left for office. It was the weekend, I stayed over at another friends place and returned to my pad on Sunday night. I now really wanted to screw this lady but was not sure of how to take it forward, as I had never really tried to score a married woman and was scared of repercussions if something went wrong. It was Monday morning, I remembered about the clothes I had left in the bathroom, so I decided to go over and ask Kasthuri aunty about it, and perhaps flirt a bit in the process. I found her doing some dusting, wearing a sky blue saree and a matching blouse. she saw me enter and smiled and said: “Oh, hello Charan, what are you doing here?” “No aunty…I left some clothes in the bathroom on Friday, could not find it..” “Aah that, here I left on the table there, I washed it for you” She fetched the clothes for me, my eyes followed her swaying butt as she walked. “thank you, aunty, you really didn’t need to wash them I could’ve..” “What is there in this, besides it was quite dirty, wash them properly” she with a slight smile as she handed them over. I noticed that she had not oiled her hair as usual. I asked her “Aunty are you out of oil, do you need to buy some?” “Yes, da, how did you know?” “Your hair was not oiled as always, it was missing that slight extra shine..I’ll get one when I get back from office for you” “but for now you can use our bottle.” “Oh, thank you so much Charan!you are so helpful!” “No problem aunty” I went over to our room and returned with our bottle of oil, I found her in her room, sitting on her stool in front of her dressing table. I went up and gave it to her. “Here you are an aunt. I guess you take care of your hair really well, no wonder your it’s so thick and shiny even without the oil” “Yes da, in my native place my grandmom and aunts would give me a deep oil head massage every week that’s why it is so healthy. Over here I only lightly oil it” “Oh aunty, why do you think like that, you can always ask for help if you need it..” “Nooo, I cant ask you for help like that..” “No, what is there in that, I have some time even today..” ” I don’t know, how can you..” “don’t worry, just enjoy” I took up the bottle in my hand. “Hey hey, wait, I need to get ready. See that plastic sheet there, spread it behind the stool in front of the dressing table, it will prevent oil from dripping onto the floor.” The dressing table was in her bedroom, right next to a brightly sunlit window, with fogged glasses. I walked over and picked up the plastic sheet, and turned around. She had draped a towel around her top and removed her pallu to prevent it from getting oily. She then undid her long thick plait put it behind the stool, untwisted it gradually, and then shook her hair loose with her hands behind her head. Watching this happen with the backdrop of a sunlit window behind her, made it look very sexy, like a movie scene. I got back and placed the plastic sheets around and took up the bottle.”Ready?” she nodded her head with a shy smile. I squeezed the bottle and placed my hand on her hair, I could feel her body shake slightly. Although I was standing behind her I could see her face from the mirror in front. My fingers went through her hair and started circling on her scalp, spreading the oil. I slowly started to circle my hands around her head, her hair was really thick and strong. She had closed her eyes and had a slight smile on her lips while breathing deep. I pulled up her long thick locks up and smeared oil to it. I could imagine how sensual it would be to bunch her hair up and push your dick through it and cum on it.I had heard of people having hair fetishes, or dreaming about hair jobs, I never understood how it could be arousing, but now I understood why. Her husband is such a lucky bastard I thought to myself. I gently push her towel down while checking her reaction, she still had that blissful look on her face, I continued massaging moving down to her shoulders and the upper chest. I could now see half her breasts and her cleavage. She was breathing deeper, and few beads of sweat poured down from her forehead. One of them fell onto her chest and went down into her deep cleavage that my hands were so close to. I decided to take this a bit further. I pushed the towel down even further, it fell off her chest into her lap, but she didn’t seem to mind. Check out indiansexstories dot net for more exciting and erotic stories. She was now sitting in front of her mirror with just a blue blouse.Despite her age, There was not much sag in her breasts, they looked quite firm. I could make out that her nipples were quite excited, and that they were quite big. I slowly pushed downwards into her chest, closer to her cleavage, she breathed a lot harder, causing her chest to go up and down. I unbuttoned the first hook of her blouse to give myself more room. I could now see half her cleavage.I took some more oil and went up to the top of her breast under the blouse. I could hear a slight “uuh” from her as my fingers touched her breasts and also realized she was not wearing a bra. This gave me huge excitement. Encouraged by her reaction I decided to go down even deeper and encircled her breasts with my large rough hands. She twisted a bit while moaning “ahh, umm” sounds. I could feel her nipples. They seemed quite large and puffy. Plus they were very erect and quite long. Her breasts were quite shapely, long-ish and shaped upwards towards her nipples, with a slight amount of sag in them. I gently removed her last blouse button, was dying to see how these looked. The blouse flaps fell to the sides, and her breasts were out in the open. omg, these were so hot, especially her mangalsutra in the between her naked breasts. Her nipples were quite puffy and large and were chocolate colored. they sort of arched up from her breasts. She also had a mole on the side of her right breast nipple. These beautiful mounds of flesh glistened in the oil from the sunshine while moving up and down with every breath. My hands moved sideways and below her breasts and then up to her nipples. At her nipples, I twisted them and massaged them. They were really erect hard, the center of her nipples felt like towers projecting up. Kasthrui aunty jerked a bit as I touched them and twisted them, and gave out a visible “ooh aah” while spreading her legs a bit more, and relaxing them. This has to be my lucky day. I poured more oil and massaged those mounds while moving down to her soft and curvy hips. Her hips were a bit fleshy, especially around the sides. I guess she was a bit ticklish as she giggled a bit when I spread some oil there and on her navel. It was quite satisfying to get my hands on something I had admired from a distance as she swept, or walked around. Wow, she is really enjoying herself…does she think this is a dream or does she really not mind it? Well, it was dreamy for me. I decided to go for the pot of gold and check out her pussy. I slowly started moving downwards into the region below her stomach. My fingers pushed below the saree folds, the area under felt a bit rough, and quite hairy. Yes, it was a tuft of the thick bush like hair, oh wow she is shaved, yes! I had never seen an unshaved lady, my previous girlfriends were clean shaven, It was a fantasy to fuck an unshaven woman. I pushed down further and found that she was very, very wet on her pussy. As my hand reached down her back arched up with her drawing a deep breath, and she opened her eyes. Then, suddenly her phone rang, she looked at me and then at the phone. she picked up the towel from the side and draped it around her and picked up the phone. and went to the next room. From the sound, it seemed like her husband. I was waiting for her to come back so that I could resume this dream. But that was not what happened. She got back in two minutes, looking quite dazed and ashamed, and her face was a bit red. “aunty shall we go on..” “NO, you please leave!” “What..I..” “No Please leave now!” “It must be time for your office… I am not that type of Lady understand, please go!!” she said pointing her arm outwards. “Okay..” I left her apartment in utter confusion and went back into mine having no idea about what just happened. She just got a breast massage from a guy who rents her apartment and then says “I am not that type of lady” I cleaned up and rushed to the office, On the way, I was thinking about the morning. Why did she suddenly change? Perhaps it was feeling of guilt that came up to the fore when her husband called – That she was cheating on him. This is probably a contest between what is seen as a respectable in society or what is seen as a “good woman” on one side and on the other her deepest darkest desires that craving. The craving might sometimes cause one to push or break “ideal model” put into your head, which often leads to guilt or confusion. It is essentially a battle between the ideas that ahead want to adhere to, and the fucking that a vagina craves (in this case deserves). The following days I tried to talk to her but she avoided all contact. Her house door was locked or she was out. The few times I ran into her were very short “yes/no” before she darted off. This started to drive me crazy. But decided to leave things as they were, not wanting to push further for fear of repercussions, and was thankful for the fun I had with her. A week later I was about to go into bathe – stripped down and tied a towel, and realized we were out of soap. Kasthuri aunty had just finished bathing. She had left her clothes in the bathroom, as usual, dripping with water. I decided to walk out give her clothes and ask if she had some spare soap. When I entered the bedroom, she was sitting in front of the mirror where I had oiled her just a few weeks ago. She looked a bit startled to see me. She got up from her, “Charan what are you doing here?” “Is this the way to enter when a lady is dressing? that too in a towel don’t you have no shame!” I was sick and tired of this “oh so innocent lady” farce, I decided to confront her on what she was doing. “Aunty, you know I have seen more and done more..” “Forget about that!” “And I know you have seen far more of me as well, that too without me knowing” “What nonsense are you talking about?” “Aunty, do you really peep in when someone is bathing? Do you have no shame?” “Hey…no..” She seemed a bit stunned, she was turning red in the face and looking downwards. “I came here to ask you if you have some spare soap that’s all”. She quietly nodded her head and went to get it. Seeing her become shy and submissive, and walking around in her towel aroused me. She came back with the soap and stretched her arm out, looking downwards, with a docile look. I went up to her and undid her towels knot, allowing it to fall. she suddenly looked up in alarm and tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her unshaved pussy with the other. “what are you doing Charan… stop..” “The oil massage has really given your breasts a nice glow hasn’t it?” “don’t talk like that..” She was totally nude in front of me, Her nipples were again totally erect, and she had quite a thick bush above her pussy. I slowly pushed her hands down from her breasts and pulled her close, bent down and started to kiss her breasts. They were so soft and delicate. Kasthuri aunty was still trying to resist a bit. “I have work..” “we should not be doing these things..”. I continued down to her erect choco puffy nipples and sucked them hard, making her moan a bit, and arched her body forward. I also undid my towel as my dick was desperately trying to come out, and it was totally rock hard. I continued to lightly bite and nibble on her nipples as my other hand felt her butt and was fingering her pussy which was dripping wet. Her hands were now a bit more relaxed and were gently stroking my dick. I took my hands from her pussy and asked her to lick it clean. She did so dutifully. “did you like the taste?” She nodded like a little puppy dog. “good, now turn around and spread your legs.” She turned around and bent down over the bed and spread her legs slightly. I slapped her ass, and said: “spread more”. she widened her legs even more and turned around to seek my approval, making her look so very slutty. “Good”. As I pushed my dick into her hairy pussy I could hear her moaning hard, with her back twisting and turning. I held onto her, as I rode her. The entire bed creaked. Her breasts were jiggling up and down and her moaning was so erotic, it made her look and sound like the perfect bitch in heat. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, as I took faster strokes, and then bunched her hair and pulled it behind as I fucked her, she was gasping and moaning as I started to near my orgasm. I quickly pulled out, and slapped her butt and asked her to turn around. I ordered her to kneel, and she did so quickly. ” open your mouth and rest your head on the bed.” She did as ordered with her face looking a bit awestruck with was happening. I placed my two knees on the bed edge next to her bed and shoved my dick into her mouth. “finish me off like a good bitch, okay?” I told her as I started to ram her mouth with my cock. Her lips felt so soft and smooth. I started to ram her hard, causing her to gag at times. I could feel her tongue licking my dick as it went in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide, probably still due to sensory overload.I rammed harder and came inside her mouth, releasing all my cum into her throat. She swallowed all of it! And then licked my dick clean after I took it out as well while looking up to me. I patted her head as she used her tongue to clean my dick, patting her. Good little bitch.I picked up my towel and the soap off the floor walked off into the bathroom leaving her cleaning up some cum from her mouth. Feeling very good and at peace at achieving a conquest, I showered, got ready to go to work when I heard a knock on the door. Now what, I thought to myself as I went to open the door. It was Kasthuri aunty, dressed in a maroon saree, matching blouse, hair neatly plaited, bindi, like a good little housewife and she had a tumbler in her hand. She looked at me with a slight smile and said “coffee…I thought you might want to have some to fresh n up before leaving for office.” “Thanks”, it was hot and tasted good. It was indeed refreshing after a nice fuck session. I noticed that her tone of talking had also become a lot more respectful, she had started to use “neenga, vaanga ponga, instead of “nee vaa da poda”. So after peeling all those layers of shyness, this sexual beast was finally was finally unleashed! I had 3 more months to go in Chennai and I intended to make full use this beast and experience everything that she has to offer. I gave her the coffee tumbler and started on my way to the office. Chennai was hot, it was only going to get hotter. Thanks for reading my sex story.