Hot Encounter With An Indian Aunty At A Wedding – Part 1
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First let me tell you about myself.I’m raj from south india.I’m 19 years old.I was 18 when this incident happened.I’m not the most athletic boy .But I’m not a fat one either.I’m slim and I have looks enough to turn at least a few heads.With a more than satisfying tool(her comments).Enough about me.About her.She is megna.Aged 35.A dusky beauty.With the right amount of assets at the right place.She was in the category of neither slim nor bubbly. Let me come to the story.It may be lengthy but definitely worth the time. This happened when I was in my 12th grade holidays.I was waiting for my results.During that time we got an invitation to a wedding of a close relative in mumbai . Since my father was busy with his work and my mom was taking care of my sick sister.They wanted me to go because it was unavoidable.I was hesitant at first but my family was so persistent that I had to go.A train ticket was booked and I was instructed to stay there for 10-12 days.Me being a typical south indian teenager.Always had an eye for aunties/ladies in sarees showing their navel or hips or cleavage or side boobs.The journey in the train also had its benefits as I could watch some beautiful ladies in their sarees showing some side hips and navel.And I had a hard time controlling my tool for almost the entire journey.I decided that the first thing that I would do reaching mumbai was masturbate using all those mental images of navel and hips and boobs.I reached my destination after a 23hr train journey which was not that tiresome considering some of those beautiful ladies I saw. (unfortunately, not a single one in my compartment only passerby). My cousin was waiting for me in the station and he said that I had to stay at a hotel they had booked because the house was already flooding with relatives and friends.He dropped me in the hotel and went to his house to make the preparations.I checked in and it was not a big room because they had booked separate rooms for everyone.I freshened up and called my cousin to enquire about the dress code for that day’s function.(because in mumbai they had some 4-5 functions and had a different dress codes for each day).He said to come in a casual shirt and a jeans pant.I dressed up and went to the marriage hall which was not that far.I was greeted well and immediately I understood that I knew only some 10-20 people there.Remaining people were like total strangers to me.I was already angry at my parents for sending me alone and here the anger doubled.My cousin made me comfortable and introduced some people to me.Then the ladies group started coming in (they were slightly late because there everyone dresses up like the bride). I was stunned to see how women wore their sarees there.They were low hip .I mean incredibly low hip and totally revealing most of their assets.And it was totally normal there .Nobody stared at the navel( which was unusual to me because its the total opposite in the south.Nobody wears low hip sarees .Even if they are wearing, then most eyes would be on it).I congragulated myself saying that it was the best decision I made (coming to the marriage). I was spoilt for choice.There were so many sexy women in really sexy sarees (most of them were around 30-50 years old).I was just sitting there looking silently at all the women and their hips and navel and some side boobs (in case they bent down,which was many times because they touch the feet of all the elders they meet ), I was having a visual treat. I wanted to touch and smooch all those navels and hips and I had to literally control myself because they were so near to me.And it was my first time I was seeing navels so near and clear.Then they put on all those peppy songs and they started dancing.The men were not able to dance because they were fat and had an awful dancing skill. (this made me realise that all those men were lucky to get women like those).They went to the next room where they could eat and drink and rest.And only a few men and young boys like me were left.I stood there in the corner of the big hall silently because I did not know anyone who would dance with me.Suddenly the moment of my life happened.There came a sexy lady.To the corner asking me to dance with her.I thought I was in a dream.Because there was no way that a lady like that would ask me to dance.But she was persistent.I went to dance with her.I introduced myself to her and she introduced herself as we were dancing. My heart was pounding because I was tempted to hold her bare hips and dance (everyone was doing that normally there).But I thought she might get angry.So I was controlling myself.Then after a few minutes she herself took my hand kept it on her hips and asked me to dance more freely.My tool got up. Fortunately I was wearing a jeans pant.I started to enjoy it. I pressed her hips hard as we were dancing. She didn’t mind it at all.Then I got some courage.I showed the few dance moves I had.I rotated her and she was impressed.Slowly I moved my hands to her navel and started smooching it .She was also surprised but she enjoyed it. I was smooching and smooching because I never thought I would get a chance like that.And the songs moved to some romantic ones and I hugged her tightly and felt her boobs on my chest.I was in heaven.We danced for quite a long time and I asked about her husband and she showed him (he was in the next room eating and talking with his friends). Unfortunately she didn’t have kids because of some uterus problem.We danced and danced and we definitely felt some chemistry between us.I mean literally like in the movies.We were this close to a liplock. When we realised it was a marriage hall.I fulfilled all my fantasies like touching the navel and hips and I even touched her boobs to which she gave me a naughty look.I was unable to control myself.This act of us dancing was not noticed by anyone because we were in a corner of a very big hall.And everyone was dancing intimately .I was the only one who took advantage of it.I gathered all my courage and grabbed her ass .And got even more close to her that she could feel my boner.She didn’t show any kind of reaction.She was just smiling.Then I asked her if we could go dance somewhere else.She asked where? (like she knew nothing).I said somewhere private.Like my hotel room.Then her answer surprised me. I will continue this story in the second part.Meanwhile, u readers give your opinion by way of comments.