Hi, I’m Raj, an avid reader of ISS since the day I heard about the site. It has been almost four years, and there wasn’t a single day I missed checking out new stories. I always thought it is unfair not to contribute, and here I am with my first story. I came from a small town in undivided Andhra Pradesh and now settled in Hyderabad. I think I’m 15 when I first masturbated, and my aunt (Attha) wife of my maternal uncle was my first angel. She lived in the same town and was the sex bomb of our extended family, all most all my cousins have fantasized her and a few lucky ones managed to see the wilder side of her on the bed. At the age of 25, she is at the ripe of her female assets with the right amount of fat and curves that deserve a standing ovation of a full grown male organ. Coming to the story, this happened in 2007, few weeks before my Class 12 final exams; I skipped my school and rode all the way to her house, to try my luck again. That was my 4th or 5th attempt to seduce her and little did I know that the day was going to be the most memorable day of my life. By the time I reached her home, her husband has left for work and the main gate was locked from inside. I tried the door bell twice or thrice, receiving no response, I quickly jumped over the compound wall and slowly tip toed to back yard of the house. I knew from my past experiences if the main gate is locked from the inside and if the door bell is not answered, the only place she could be is washroom in the back yard. It was the right timing that day, she was busy in the toilet in the backyard, and the kitchen door (rear entry of house) is half closed. I slid in, ran into the bedroom hid beside the window curtain. A minute or two passed, she walked into the room with a petticoat tied till her breasts. She must have had a cold water head bath. She hurriedly walked into the house, shivering, with wet hair, and her flawless skin dripping golden water droplets all over. Her waist length hair, flowing on her firm breasts is still wet and soaked her thin petticoat making it almost transparent, and her dark nipples and aureole are clearly visible. She picked up a towel from the wardrobe walked to the dressing table and started drying her wet hair with it. She wasn’t wearing a panty, and the wet petticoat is revealing the round hips gently bouncing up and down while is she was rubbing her hair dry. What a delightful scene it was. I still remember every detail of it though it has been close to 10 years now. I was so horny ogling at her seductive assets with an enormous bulge in my pants. My thought was dry, and my heartbeat doubled. I was struggling to control myself, but I didn’t want to miss the show. At the dressing table, she was enjoying her reflections in the life size mirror with a sense of pride. She then untied her petticoat that is covering her assets and it smoothly slipped down revealing her firm breasts, well-toned tummy, and clean shaven pussy. She raised her left leg and placed it on the stool near dressing table, taking the support to gently wipe out the excess droplets from her body starting from her thighs, waist, and tits. The sight itself was so arousing, I decided to spend more time licking and sucking her golden triangle between her legs if given a chance. She threw the towel off and started running her palms over her breasts as if she measured the size. Her eyes half closed, she was fondling them and feeling the pleasure like a lover kneading his girl friend’s breasts for the first time. She knew it all. She was well aware of the secret glances and attraction she received from men. Despite being a housewife in a small town, she was known as a bold and independent woman. She always had a sense of fashion and carried herself really well in sarees. Rumors and gossips suggested that she enjoyed her sexual freedom, and had few hookups beyond her marriage. Later I learned that she was choosy and picked up only matured ones who could maintain a discreet relationship and treated her with dignity in bothe social life and behind four walls of lust. Coming back to the story, I was little nervous to reveal myself to approach her, and she continued with her dress change. She picked up a new set of innerwear and saree. And she put on her black panty and bra. I am confused now, should I reveal myself and go hug her before she draped a saree? I was gathering my guts for my next big step, to walk out of from my hiding and quickly hug her before she put on more clothes. And suddenly….. I heard her voice. ‘Raj, now stop being a pussy and come out of your closet.’ I’m dumbstruck like as if I was hit on my balls. She repeated again. ‘Raj, I said come out. I know you are here.’ All my guts drained out into the thin air, I came out of my hiding with a sense of guilty. I couldn’t look into her eyes, I hung my head down and was watching the floor. ‘Sit down,’ she commanded, ‘I will be back in a minute.’ She walked into another room, and all I could see was Rama, my aunt walking out of room in a black saree and a sexy single strapped blouse. To be continued….. Hope this story aroused you. I prefer erotica and matured relationships. Let me know your feedback at [email protected] . Will post the second part soon.
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