Love With Mrs Banerji From Cruise To Beach Hut
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Hi, This is [email protected] writing this story. Your comments and feedbacks are welcome. Hi, I am Rahul, 18 year old from Kolkata. I live with my father, mother and my twin brothers who are in their 1st standard. My father is basically from south India and got attracted to my north Indian mom and got married and settled at her hometown. Because of this I got my lifetime chance of being around north Indian girls and aunties. And I should say here that since having roots in south India as well, I know how blessed it is to have these north Indian aunties around. No disrespect to south Indian aunties here, but north Indian aunties gives more freedom around them and is okay with little bit of touches and showing affection like hugs in public. They are more open to relationships and so “sabi chalthe hi” (anything goes around them). Their white skin, fleshy curves, heavy boot and its plumpness are all delights to me. They hug us by holding us to their chest, and that is the most fascinating thing about north Indian aunties. It is in this atmosphere that I developed a crush, or to be more precise, lust towards a family friend of ours for the past two years. Her name was Kavya Banerji, wife of Mr Banerji. She was the typical north Indian aunty with white skin, and right amount of flesh in the right places. She was very affectionate towards me and calls me ‘rahul beta’. A few times she had hugged me as an expression of affection, happiness etc, and I was in heaven by feeling her softness. I had the freedom to touch her liberally on her hands, upper hands and even at times on her buttocks and hips. Sometimes she comes in sleeveless blouse and those times I always love to hold her upper arm as often as I can. She never had any problem with my close interactions and was always playful with me. As the presence of her body started filling my mind more prominently I felt like doing sex with her. But I was clueless as how to approach her. Neither I was clueless on how she will take it. A failure means disaster to our family ties. It was at this time that my mother suggested a 3 day trip to a beach island resort outside India. It was my summer vacation after my 10th final exams. So it was perfect time for her to plan. She wished to take her mom, my father’s mom as well as Mr and Mrs Banerji, for the trip. I was understandably excited to have Mrs Banerji for the trip. Mom arranged everything to the minute details. But unfortunately she got viral fever two day before trip. Doctor said she will be fine but ordered complete bed rest for a few days. My father thought of cancelling the trip all together. My mom but insisted on us continuing with the journey as she don’t want us to miss it just because of her. Also she said cancelling the trip the last minute will get only negligible refund. Finally it was agreed that my mother’s mom will stay back and take care of her while we left for the journey. Though I felt sad for my mom, I was happy Mrs Banerji is there to light up my moods. So we started off for the journey. This island resort was a luxury segment. Being summer holidays in India, it seamed almost 70% of the tourists where Indians. The first day of the tour was arranged on a luxury cruise. So we didn’t spent much time on the beach except for a walk. Mrs Banerji was in a yellow sari with matching sleeveless blouse. She was joyful as usual. I held her hand in mine as we walked. At times my hand brushed her hips, and that made me excited. She didn’t seam to realize it and just laughed around like anything. In the evening we had dinner in the cruise ship followed by couple dancing and Indian stage show. In couple dancing aunty wished to dance and she asked her husband Mr Banerji. But he shyly backed off and encouraged her to dance with someone else. Promptly another gentleman offered his service and they danced for some 10 mts. I enviously saw his hand holding her plumb hips while making the dance moves. He could have chosen to hold her over her sari instead of her naked hips. But he didn’t. I blamed myself for not taking up this chance myself. After the 20 minutes or so couple dance, the great Indian stage show commenced. Understandably the organizers have included this in the pack to woo the large number of Indian tourists. The show was interesting. But the Indian audience showed their true culture by standing up to have a vantage view thereby obstructing the views of those who where sitting. As more and more people stood up, my grandmother made my twin brothers stand on the table so that they have a better view. Mr Banerji and my father retracted to last table taking drinks. I offered Mrs Banerji to take her to a better view point. She came along with me, and I lead her to a front corner of the stage where a side platform was available. It was already crowded with people. But I managed to get her a comfortable standing point with a good vantage view. Though she got her comfortable place, I was not that lucky. As I was behind her, if I take a step back, I might fall down. I held on to Mrs Banerji by her shoulder which was covered only by her thin sleeveless blouse. But holding on was not easy as I lost balance at times. Seeing my situation aunty took my right hand and made it hold on to her hip for better balance. Though I became stable by that, it only made things hard for me. Her buttocks was hitting on my sensitive spot, and in that situation I had no other choice other than to enjoy the rub I am getting on my cock from her buttocks. And combined to that my hand on her plumb hip excited me. My cock soon grew into a massive one which rightly fitted the ass crack of Mrs Banerji. She don’t seam to notice these things as she was fully engrossed in the stage show which was thankfully very interesting for the crowd. Holding her on her hip I felt it very difficult to control myself from not ramming on to her buttocks. But I enjoyed the gentle rocking that my cock got from her ass. Though the show lasted 1.5 hrs, I felt it was too short for me to be satisfied. Reluctantly I stopped jacking her and got down from the platform. I was afraid how she will respond now. But I didn’t see any change in her expression and she talking as freely as she ever was. We were allotted cabin in the lower floor for the night to stay. Myself and my father given one cabin, while grandmother and my twin brothers in another cabin, and Mr and Mrs Banerji in another one. As my father didn’t come over to my cabin, I went up to find him. I saw him in the club playing cards with Mr Banerji and others. He told it will take them another hour or two to come downstairs. So I went downstairs. Upon reaching the cabins, I felt an urge to knock at Mrs Banerji’s cabin and see what she is doing. As I knocked and entered I saw her lying on the bed with her face down. Her sari pallu is spread on the bed revealing her beautiful white naked back skin, hindered only by the thin strap of her blouse in the back. I felt like touching it then and there. I was woken from my thoughts when Aunty raised her head to look back at me. Her eyes where wet indicating she was crying. I was horrified as I wondered if it was me who made her cry. But her next words pacified me. She asked “Is your uncle still up there and playing. Does he have any regard for me!”. I went and sit by her side and told “Uncle said he will be down in 1-2 hrs. Please don’t cry”. While telling this I raised my hand and kept it on her naked back. My hand was trembling. I started stroking her back gently. Though it should have been an intention to pacify her, all senses in me worked on the sexual side. My hand on her fleshy cold back was dick raising for me. Her blouse strap stretched while my hand ran over it, revealing the thin strap of her white bra under neath. I felt like putting my hands underneath her bra straps. But I controlled myself. She made complaints between her cries “He don’t treat me well. He didn’t even take up my offer for a dance. He is only interested in drinking and nothing else”. I wondered what this nothing else she meant by. I pacified her by telling all smoothening words that came by my mind. After a few strokes with my hand she stopped complaining. Her cries too came down. Seams, she had run out of stock. And then she turned around in bed, facing me for the first time. Her pallu was not in place revealing her blouse and the big boobs and cleavage underneath. I would have looked at it endlessly have I not seen her wet eyes with tears. I took her pallu end in my hand and raised it to her eyes to wipe it dry. I slowly wiped dry and then retraced my hands. But suddenly she took my hand in hers and held it firmly. She had a grateful look in her face. She thanked me with her eyes for being by her side when she was in distress. But at that point it was me who was in real distress. My hand was on top of her between her boobs and she held on to my hands so firmly that her soft boob mountains was cushioning me from two sides. While my palm rested over her blouse, my fingers inadvertently extended up to her cleavage, resting right on its crevice. I was tense and started sweating. My cock became hard. Fortunately or unfortunately she didn’t hold on to my hand for long. After she let my hand go, I dragged my hand from her boobs, making it rest on her belly. I left my hand on her warm belly unsure of my next move. Her navel funnel was right under my finger tips and I felt like putting my finger inside the navel and turn around. But I restrained myself. After a moment she got up from bed putting on her pallu. Turning away from me she adjusted her dress and her makeup. At that point her fleshy hour glass structure was revealed to me from behind. Her buttocks stood out directly in front of me. I reached out my hands and caught her legs covered in sari from behind. She turned around to look at me, and I boldly brought her closer to stand between my legs. I didn’t know what to say except that I wanted to say something. I told her “Chachi, if I can help you in any way, I will be happy”. I wished to add more. Something in the lines of I can do sex with you, if you like. But I couldn’t bring myself to saying something like that. She was looking at my face as if expecting some more words from me. And then she broke into splits of laughter as if I said some joke. She told “Rahul beta, thanks for your concern, but I think I can manage myself now. Its better you go to sleep now, else your father will be coming in looking for his room key”. She gave me a farewell kiss on my forehead and led me outside. I was disappointed and could only pacify my erection and go to sleep. Next day was beach day for us. After checking in hotel and having breakfast we went for the beach. I was the last person to get out of the hotel and by the time I reached outside, others were gone. So I walked alone to the beach. It was 9 o clock and the beach was already crowded with lot of people. Most interesting thing about this beach is not its crystal clear water or the sandy beach; but we can walk into the sea almost a kilometre while still have our heads above water. The sea is so flat and calm that people can be spotted standing far away in the sea. And majority of these people are Indians. Unlike the foreigners out there who flock in swimsuits, many Indian ladies were in their regular dress which is adapted for the beach. Some ladies wore t-shirts, shirts and jeans while others wore chudhi or sari. Another set of ladies wore short tight trousers while having white sleeveless tops. A lesser number of Indian girls wore swim suits and even lesser number wore two piece swim suits. Even small kids were found wearing two piece swim suits making me wonder what they have got to provocatively hide their chest so young. Kids where also found in very short trousers revealing their full legs. These made me wonder if they are not inviting paedophiles to them. Thank god that I am not one among them. One might now be thinking now that the foreign ladies in swim suits might be my star attractions. But you are wrong. To be frank, Indian ladies in swim suit or even in half concealing regular dress were my star attractions. There is a thrill to watch them in half revealing clothes than watching the foreigners who throw open everything for everyone to see. Indian housewives dipping in sea in white t-shirt, sari or swimsuit is a dick raiser for me. I love to watch their nipples pop out, or the color of their bra becoming visible under the shirt or the saris sticking to their body showing their navel and other vital assets. I love Indian ladies in beach! As the beach was crowded with sexy figures, I couldn’t find out my family members in a quick scan. So I decided to first go to the beach huts which were dotting the beach edge in big numbers. Beach huts are basically dress changing rooms which are erected to facilitate the tourist to changeover. It is free for use and dotted the beach in huge numbers of 50 or so. It is no more than a hand in length and breadth, with height of 7 feet. It is made of either wood or fibre and is transportable. I looked on for a good but secluded beach hut. If it is away from the crowd and the sunlight, I would love it even more, as I can keep my dress inside it itself. I saw one which is in the shades, but has some shabby looks. I think that is why they kept it away from the main chain of beach huts. I got myself in and locked the door. It is then that I realized that all these beach huts have solar lantern inside. But being in the shade, this one was not too bright. Nevertheless there was three small circular air vents just above the door which lets in air and some more light into the closed chamber. I changed into my shots and came out after hanging my dress inside. I went over to the beach in search of my family members. But what I came across was a load of sexy figures. There was this deedi who flaunted wet in white and pink t-shirt where the white part showed all of her black bra while the pink hid her naval. She looked sexy with her heavy boobs. There was this other aunty in wet sari which clinged on to her sexy curves. A few other girls where in skirted one piece swimsuits which too was looking great. But what was really jaw opening was a few heavily asseted aunties who came in tight T-shirts or swimsuits and flocked around in wet dress. It felt difficult for me not to stare at them at least discretely. Many of them showed their cleavages. While some are in the company of their lovers, others came with family. I could see the lovers getting into long kisses and passionate embraces and at times raising the female above water. I wished I had one. And then out of no where suddenly I saw a figure coming out of the water. She was in black swimsuit and with great sexy curves. Water was dripping from all of her body. Strings of water dripped from her groin area which was covered in just bare minimal swimsuit. Water was dripping from her wet hair too. When I looked at her face, I was amazed. It was my own Mrs Banerji aunty. I could never believe what my eyes saw. Could it really be my hot aunty?! I never even knew that she has a swimsuit, and that too this sexy. The edges of her swimsuit at her triangular groin region barely reached up to the sides of her legs. There are other aunties who have dressed up in much more revealing ways. But I had never expected my aunty to bare even this much. I had never seen her in any other dress other than sari, with one rare exception of jeans and T-shirt once. Considering that, to see her like this was quiet mind-blowing. Her legs looked thick and whiter in that black swimsuit. It was the first time I was seeing her naked legs in its full length. She was walking towards the shore. I moved away from her point of view so that I can relish her body without her seeing me. From behind, her swimsuit curved down almost till her lower back revealing her naked white skin above. Below, her buttocks looked great and swinged inside her black swimsuit. Later only I saw my grandmother towards whom Mrs Banerji was walking. She was sitting on the beach while the kids made castles on sand. Upon seeing Mrs Banerji, she stood up. She dusted the sand on her back and entered into animated talk with Mrs Banerji. Then I saw grandmother walking away with the kids as if they are going somewhere after updating Mrs Banerji. I saw the kids wrecking their castle before they left. Mrs Banerji looked around once and turned to go back to the waters. I felt I should catch her before she plunges into water. I ran over to her shouting her name. She was visibly happy to see me. I too felt light hearted to see that she don’t have any bad feelings towards me after yesterday’s incidents. Upon reaching by her she told “I was looking around to see if you had come over or not. I was feeling bored being alone”. I was glad to hear that. I asked “Where are the others”. She told “Grandmother and kids just now only went over to play on a beach side children’s park. They will return straight to the hotel by noon. Your dad and my husband are over there on the rocks, probably having their drinks”. She pointed to a cluster of rocks some 300 meters away into the sea. I could see many people on top of it, but couldn’t identify anyone. Then I looked at her openly and said “You look great in this swimsuit. I suppose people must be ogling at you”. She laughed and said “Don’t tease me like this. This was something your uncle bought for our honeymoon to Mauritius. I haven’t used it since then”. “Ohh I see” I said and gave a second look at the swimsuit as if to acknowledge what she said. Though I deceived her with a casual look, my eyes quickly spotted even tiny info on her like her moist skin with Goosebumps, the water droplets on her beautiful cleavage etc. She told me “You haven’t yet gone into the water, right. Common, lets go together”. I was more than happy with the invitation. I held her hands the usual way and walked towards the sea. I looked around to see if anyone is wooing my luck to be around with a long legged damsel like her. We walked into the water till we were angle deep in water. I told her “I suppose you know swimming, but I don’t know”. She corrected me instantly saying she don’t know swimming. I said “Then lets splash water”. Saying this I started splashing water at her while she reiterated. She started running while I followed her. For a moment the scene looked like a recap from the famous film Rangeela where the heroine ran along the shore line in swimsuit. The only difference is instead of the young heroine it is my Aunty. She looked like actress Kiran Rathod from a beach scene in a south Indian Tamil film. It became like a chase between us where I chased aunty and caught her from behind by her waist. We both toppled into water in embrace. I was on top of her and then she toppled me as if in a wrestling. Only my head was out of water and she was laughing all the while. Now she was sitting in a missionary pose over me and then I raised my body making her fall into water head first. I caught her legs in my hand, trying to make her unmovable. I grabbed both her legs. But she managed to get loose one of her legs and kicked me. But I held on to her other leg making her immobile in water. She laughed all the time while I determinately held on to her legs. Little that I realized that I was holding on to the pelvis end of her thighs and that my outer palm was hitting on her pussy lines over the swimsuit. My hand rubbed over her swimsuit unintentionally while we grabbled with each other. And as I held on to her leg, I grasped her leg using my whole body and specifically by my thighs which held her feet. In that I unintentionally had my hard cock rub on her feet which I failed to realize for some time. My cock head gelled nicely on to her big toe and second toe of her foot. It took some time for me to realize where my fingers are pushing on to and where my cock is resting on. I quickly detached from her and dipped myself as deep as possible in the water so that I can hide my embracement and hard on. It was then that I realized that aunty too had felt something different because she was no longer laughing and became silent. I looked around to see anyone was watching us. But everyone seamed to be too busy with their lovers or being in their circles. To save my face I said, “Let me go and have a look at my dad to see how they are doing”. Without waiting for auntie’s response I fled the scene. But it turned out to be a good decision because as I paddled towards the rocks, I saw my dad getting down from the rock. It looked like they are about to return. I met them mid way. My father told “We are returning to the hotel, thought we would spend some time on the pool till lunch”. Looking at the empty bottle in my father’s hand I realized that they are returning just to fill up their bottle. Uncle enquired about aunty. I in a disinterested way pointed in her direction and told she might be somewhere over there. I then added that I will be late to hotel as I wanted to spend more time in water. I just told that hopping aunty would also stay back in the water. But I know that it is highly unlikely that she would spent time with me anymore. As I waited back in water I saw uncle and dad going to check out aunty. They had some conversation and then they left for hotel. I wondered if I can return back to her. I waited for a few minutes and then went to her side. There I saw her sitting on the sea bed where water is just deep enough to reach her chest level. Aunty saw me sooner than I wished for. She gave a heart-warming smile which lightened my heart. “Would you love to spend some time with me by sitting over my side” she pointed to the sea bed and asked. “Yeah why not” I said and sat by her side with crossed legs. I told “My dad and uncle just went over to hotel and wont be returning”. She kept her hand on my thighs and replied “Yeah I know, and they told you are not returning. So I too told I will stay on for some more time”. I was not sure if she meant anything by saying she stayed back just because I was staying back. Nevertheless I was happy. And more than being happy, I was getting a hard on by her hand which was placed on my thighs close to my crotch. It is usual for her to pat me with her hand. But never like this when I am stripped down to my undies. I am glad that inside water she wont be able to see my hardon. And looking into the water I felt her white legs looked magnified and made more whiter. When I stole a glance at her body, I saw her swimsuit clinging to her body, showing off her beautiful boobs and cleavage. They appeared bigger with the cleavage wide open. Occasional small waves raised water above her chest level making her boobs float and her cleavage fill with salt water. Her cleavage opened up and closed by the gentle fondle of the waves. These visuals combined with her hand on my thigh drove me crazy that I remained silent for some time. After a while she broke the silence by asking “Shall we go little more deeper into water”. I nodded in agreement. She lead me to another spot in the water where it was neck deep in water while we sat. Strangely more than going deeper she lead me to a much more secluded place where we can get more privacy. People here are mostly couples who also came there for more privacy. I told her “I think u like sitting on the sea bed like this and enjoy the breeze”. She replied “where else can we enjoy such a calm sea and sit like this without being drowned”. I nodded in agreement. A moment of silence fell where we were gently rocked by the waves in the sea. She broke the silence by asking “yesterday you where asking the ship crew if you can go to the bow of the ship. You said you thought of giving a titanic like pose given by Jack and Rose”. I nodded in agreement. She asked “so who was the Rose”. I was baffled. Actually I haven’t thought about it. Aunty could have filled in her place quiet easily. But since they didn’t allow, I didn’t think about it. Seeing me in silence and thinking, aunty asked “would you love to do it now” and with a pause she added “with me”. I quickly jumped at the opportunity and said “Yes, I would love to” and stood up in the sea. Aunty pulled me down by my legs and told “I cant do it by standing as everyone will see and I will feel shy”. Let us try it sitting. I was ready for anything. So I sat down on the sea bed and waited for aunty to take the first steps. Aunty moved her butt and came in front of me. I spread out my legs in invitation of her. This is the only way we could play Kate and Jack while sitting. She lowered herself between my legs. I felt her soft bun on my crotch. My cock got hardened and found its place close to her ass creek. Strangely I didn’t feel alarmed whether she will feel my hard on. We had done it once, twice, so doesn’t concern me that much. I was relaxed. She too seamed to be relaxed and leaned on my body. I looked around, no one is bothering us, or too far to bother. I gentle took her hands from her belly and raised it and extended out. I held her hands in mine just like how jack did with Kate in titanic. Our hands gentle floated in the water. She turned her face to one side. I whispered in her ear “This is jack here, would you be my Kate”. She giggled to my words. I slowly brought her hand back to her belly, in the process embracing her. I embraced her tightly bringing her ass creak in close embrace with my hard cock. I spooned her from behind. We stayed like that for a moment relishing the sensation. Then slowly my hands loosened up resting it on her belly. But she stayed on where she was. The gentle waves where still rocking us mildly, making us sway in our position. This rocking also showed its impact on my cock which now was perfectly jelled on to her ass creak and moving slightly. Occasionally the waves had the strength to topple us if we don’t hold on to something. My hands went down from her belly to find an anchoring space between her white thighs. Her legs tightly held my palm between her thighs. In that pose we looked like cocoons. I leaned back at her making my head rest on her shoulder. We never made an eye contact and had our eyes fixed in the horizon. I was involuntarily rocking along with the waves stimulating my cock in the process. I don’t know how long we were staying like that. Auntie’s leg started to loosen up at one point, which made my hands skid along unintentionally until it touched her swimsuit by her love triangle. But we both didn’t seam to realized anything amiss and continued in our pose. I was holding her love triangle with my palm while I gentle rocked her from behind. We both were silent from the beginning. Soon my fingers spread out while still holding her love triangle. In the undercurrent, my palm slightly rubbed on to her love triangle over her swimsuit. We both sat like stones as if nothing is out of order. But I think my hand had some effect on her. Because she started folding her legs to keep it crossed which also made her pussy spread out further. Till then she had been keeping her legs extended out. That gave me more confidence and more reach over her pussy area. I made a declaration “I will also keep my legs crossed and make myself comfortable”. Don’t know where I got the courage from. Saying that I raised her by holding her pussy and her back side. I made enough room underneath her so that I can bend my legs and keep it crossed before I let her down. Being inside water, it was easier to raise her and put her down. And I made her sit on my lap by this process. There was no protest or turbulence. Everything went peacefully and I still had my hand on her pussy while she crushed my cock by her weight under her ass. This way she could grind my cock if she wish to. Till then I was holding her pussy mostly to keep her close to me. But now seeing no protest from her I desired to let my hand wander her pussy. So for the first time I made an intentional pressing at her pussy door through her swimsuit. I used my middle finger for it. Seeing no reaction from her I pressed even more against the vertical channel of her pussy. I could now figure out the contour of her pussy from over her swimsuit. I spread out my fingers so that her channel is now in between my index finger and middle finger. Now I brought my fingers closer so that her channel is squeezed between them. It felt great to squeeze her pussy lips like that between my fingers. I did it slowly without making her jump. My thumb finger involuntarily tugged at the edge of her swimsuit making it squeeze inside of the swimsuit. I could feel a few strands of small hair hitting my thumb, but nothing more. So I squeezed her swimsuit even further using my thumb and ring finger making her swimsuit just a narrow band of clothe covering her pussy. Now I felt more of her groomed pubic hair on my palm. I ran over it mildly while my middle finger started pushing at her pussy lips again. A slight movement of her leg gave me the trace that she is enjoying my push ups on her pussy. When I tried to steal a glimpse at her face, I was happy to see her eyes closed in ecstasy. That gave me more courage to explore her body further. I enjoyed looking at her plumb body under water in close quarters. Her cleavage was closed now and showed like a cut. I used my free hand to clinch her over her belly. I intend to move it up slowly until I could hold her boobs. My cock rubbed on to her ass creak. I started humping her slightly by swaying my buttocks to and fro. Now the mood and pace is on for both of us. It was the right time to proceed further. So I moved my hand on her belly up, while I started pulling the bottom of her swimsuit to a side. And then it happened. Out of no where an yellow disc splashed near us. It was a flying disc which some children where playing some distance away. Looks like they have thrown it too far away. Aunty suddenly seamed to have come to sense and stood up from the sea bed adjusting her swimsuit. The boys who where just elder than my brothers where already running in our direction. I felt sad about my missed chance. I was still in the sea bed and watched the aunty from that low angle. I watched her magnified ass which I was humping some time before. Her swimsuit is still up her ass creak and one of her ass ball was partially seen. Aunty looked back at me once and then looked at the sun in the horizon. Looks like she is neither happy nor sad. The kids already got the disc and decided to play from here. I felt that I wont be getting another chance here with the kids around. I felt sad once again. I felt this was the moment I should have taken advance of her. If this moment passes on, I wont be getting another chance with her in my life time. And here I am left in a situation where I am not able to take lead up from where we stopped. I felt dejected. I thought god should have given me a farer chance. Then suddenly I got an idea. I asked aunty “Can we go over to the shore end”. Aunty asked “For what”. I said “Can you come for my sake, please chachi”. Aunty paused for a second, as if in deep thoughts. She might be in split of her mind. Then she sighed and in compliance to my request started walking towards the shore. I followed her. Our heads where down. But my heart was pounding and I was sure auntie’s heart should also be. Her legs looked great as she splashed across to the shore. Once we reached the shore I told “Chachi, did you see that secluded beach hut over the side on the shades, the one with brown paint. I will go in that first. It has my dress in it. You too take your dress and come after me in a few minutes, making sure no one is watching”. Aunty asked “For what”. I know aunty should be knowing what is in my mind without being told. But I played on with her “Trust me chachi, I do want to tell you something”. Auntie’s face showed more question marks. But she didn’t ask anything. She was silent and her face was swollen. I continued “so chachi, I will move over, If that beach hut is occupied by someone, I will wait till it is empty. You watch me from here. I will keep the door open for you”. With that I walked away without taking another look at her. I was sure aunty must be in a split of mind. But I was sure that she will follow me. My heart told so. And saying that, I now wonder where I got this much courage to behave lustfully with her. And where I got this much courage to call her to beach hut! Probably I think I got the courage with the realization that I may not get another chance with her in my life. My virginity wanted to be broken. And whom else will I give my virginity other than the girl of my dreams. I justified myself. As I reached the beach hut, I found it to be fortunately unoccupied. I quickly got in without making any fuss. And for the first time I looked back at aunty through the holes over the top of the door. Aunty was still standing where I left her and she is looking in my direction. Looks like she is undecided. But I was sure she will come. Then I saw to my horror, she turning back and going towards the beach. But I was immediately relieved when she got her bag of dress and turned back. Then she walked towards my direction, but not exactly in my direction, stopping now and then to see if anyone watching. Think she was too scared and suspicious. And still if she is coming to me, then surely she too should be craving for me! I felt happy. But I felt she is taking a lot of time. It took some time before she took the final stride to my beach hut. I unlocked my door so that she can get in without any hiccups. I stood on a corner just that no one sees me when she opens the door. And there I heard the small click and the door opened half way. My dear aunty slithered inside without opening the door too much and then immediately closed and locked the door behind her. I heard her sighing in relief before she looked at me. I was brimming with joy and couldn’t control myself from hugging her. “Auntyyy” I said and hugged her without any hesitation. I embraced her completely, spreading out my fingers on her naked back. Her bust hit on my chest. My face rested on her chest just above her cleavage. I enjoyed her softness on my chest. I was great full to her for coming. She first restrained from responding by keeping her hands apart. But then she hugged me back. But it was for a moment and then she stepped back. She asked “why did you call me here”. I said “I called you here because I wanted to tell you how much I love you.”. I tried to embrace her once again. But she turned around to face the door. She spoke without facing me “This is wrong beta. We should not be here”. I felt it funny to hear her saying that when she only decided to walk in after me. I stood close behind her and whispered in her ear “Chachi, nothing is wrong”. With a pause I continued “I just wanted to show you how much passion I have for you”. With that I hugged her once again. This time I embraced her from behind while she kept her hands on the door panel. I had gripped her stronger so that her back squashed against me. My cock comfortably jelled against her huge ass covered in swimming suit. I felt my aunty slightly moved her buttocks backward to receive my cock. But her words tried to conceal her feelings. She told “This is totally wrong. We should not be doing this”. I said “Chachi, this is not bad, nothing is wrong if we enjoy it”. I started grinding my cock on her ass. My hot breath fell on her shoulder. I kissed her shoulder over her swimsuit as well as directly on her naked skin. Aunty remained like a stone in front of me. I realized that my Bonner has become so huge that its head started popping out of the swimsuit trouser over the top. I wanted to let it free. And so I used my right hand to pull down my trousers freeing up my cock. I did it quickly even before aunty could realize or see it. I hugged her again with my naked bottom. My right hand felt her from her thighs to waist. My cock felt nice against her wet nylon swimsuit. It was resting flat against her ass creak. I backed my buttocks and ramped it back in. My cock went in straight, right under her bottom ass crack till it hit the junction between her two legs. She shrugged for a second, realizing what is happening. I could feel her legs loosing strength and slacking a bit, forming a small gap in between. That was enough for me to ram in my cock further up in her, between her legs. The head of my cock should have come out popping from the other side. I felt triumph. I moved back and again rammed forward, this time forcing the entire length of my shaft till it reached the root. I felt a small touch at the tip of my cock. When I looked I was excited to find her fingers touching my cock head. I felt there is no turn back now. I squeezed aunty in my hands. She in turn grabbed the cock head in her palm. I let out a suppressed moan from my mouth. Aunty was still saying feebly “We should not be doing this”. But her hand invited me for more. I gave small humps with my bottom so that my cock head still stays on the other side of her body while I still manage to ram her with my cock. By this my cock head managed to stay inside her palm while I rubbed her along. She didn’t move her hand, but kept arrested in expectant of my ramming cock head. As the confidence in me grew, I moved my hand towards her boob, which is a very sensitive place for any women. I was cautious but determined. I was still having my cock between her legs, under her pussy and ramming in. Her right hand still received my cock head, like a cylinder to a piston head. Her left hand was still holding on to the door panel. I had my left hand hold her tightly over her belly, reaching up to the right hips. While my right hand went up to her left boobs. This way I was still in embrace with her, while my every part touch-felt her in its own way. As I went up to her boobs, my hand first felt the rise of her underboobs. I slowly followed the track to reach up to the mountain top of her boobs. I didn’t feel it hard at first. I was gentle in the way I felt her, touch felting her hard point, which should be her nipples. Then I cupped her boob in mine, trying to fill up as much of her boobs as possible in my hand. She wiggled a bit in my hands, half in protest. Her wiggles only excited me and I held her firmly till she settled a bit. I massaged her boobs over her swimsuit. As I pressed on, her boobs showed out more through the neck of her swimsuit exposing more of her milk packet booob. Suddenly we heard some noise outside which made us freeze in our positions. There were some people outside talking in Hindi. We waited with bated breadth. My right hand holding her left boobs, my left hand holding her right hips, and my cock right on the spot, it was a bewitching pose to be in. It felt like a modified hugging where I jacked her with my cock from behind, while being in touch with all her plumb points. Though I held on to that pose, I was impatient to wait. So I started moving my ass in and out, making me rub against her again. When I heard the voices fainting away I became vigorous in my activity. I started squeezing on to her boob harder. But she used her left hand to restrict my hand on her boob from mauling any further. She then turned her head towards me and faced me for the first time since we hugged. She told “Beta, this is wrong. Once we start on this, there may not be a turn back”. I replied “Chachi, I am ready for the consequences. It is not wrong as long as we enjoy it”. She told “We might be doing it again and again when no one is there to control us”. Well I haven’t thought about it in that direction. But if aunty is thinking about that possibility, it is good news for me. Because she is indicating that I will be getting further chances with her. I told her “Let’s face it as it comes”. She didn’t say anything more, but just released my hand which she was restraining till then. I took it as her submission to me. I gave a big stroke to her upon which she bend over and leaned against the door panel with her left hand. Her right hand squeezed on to my cock head in appreciation, which was a first from her side. I continued ramming her while I mauled her left boob once again. Her boob came popping up from over the top of her swimsuit exposing more of her cleavage and the unexposed skin. In a quick action I pulled down her stretchable swimsuit to expose her beautiful naked left boobs. She naturally brought her hand to cover, but I restrained. I removed her left shoulder strap leaving only her right strap in its place. Now her left boobs lay freely in my hands waiting to be mauled. And I started kneading her erect nipples. Meanwhile her hand pressed my cock up against her pussy face. So when my cock rammed in, it dug in deeper along the crack of her pussy mouth. It was a slow realization for me that she was making my cock rub harder on to her pussy covered in swimsuit. I immediately pulled the swimsuit from her buttocks towards a side making her pussy and one half of her buttocks naked. Then I continued ramming her naked ass creak. This time the feeling was heavenly. With each stroke my cock dug in deeper into her creek. Her pussy juice which flowed out lubricated my cock making it superfluous. I felt her pussy mouth is opening up with each stroke. And then it happened, without any warning, my cock plunged deep into her pussy hole. There was a suppressed cry from aunty. A form of extreme pleasure. This was the moment when I broke my virginity, that too with my favourite aunty. I didn’t stop there and continued thrusting my cock deep into her. She thrust her buttocks backward to receive mine. Her hole was so warm and wet with her juice that I could almost hear plop like sound inside her. Looks like she was enjoying from the beginning even though she showed resistance. She told “beta, spare no effort, hit as hard as you can into me”. Saying this she took her legs up. She stepped over the two wooden planks clamped on the side walls, one foot above from ground. Stepping on it, she raised herself in air with legs spread apart. She then squat in that position resting her buttocks on my pelvis and my cock inside her. She was now supported by her spread out legs and my cock. She started moving up and down in that squat position. I didn’t know then that what she was doing is a sexual position which I will never see in books. We kept ramming at each other. Though she was in air, I clinged on to her to maul on to her boobs. I removed her other shoulder strap to uncover her body till her waist. Now both her boobs lay open to me naked. It was not at all sagging. It was moist and fully ripe to be mauled. A mix of salt water and sweat layered all over her body. I raised her for a moment so that she can take off the swim suit through her legs. Now she was completely naked in my hands. And I spooned her from behind. A layer of sand particles made her body feel like a sand paper. It only increased the pleasure points in our body. Our bodies rubbed on each other from top to bottom, every tiny sand particle on us increased the pleasure points to many fold. Even when I moved my butt to ram her, I could feel sand particles on her rubbing on to my legs. We stayed like that for a moment enjoying the pleasure sinking in us. Both my hands where on her naked boobs which was off the limit to me till then. Two hours before, I never could have believed that I would get an opportunity like this to play with my aunty on her boobs and whole body. Her left arm was raised above her head as she enjoyed the pleasure sweeping through her. Her arm pit lay exposed before me in that dim light. It was shaven and appeared to be smooth. I felt a sudden urge in me to kiss, lick and smell her arm pit to its core. And I did just that, snugging my head close to her arm, I started licking her arm pit in full earnest. I don’t know if everyone will feel like doing it, but I did it because I loved my aunty. I can see that it pleased my aunt though she tried to discourage me. I could see her falling for my licking as both her hands was completely resting on her head, allowing me full access to her under arm. As I finished licking all over her armpit, I moved over to lick on the side of her left boobs. It felt softer and cushioning than her underarm and I licked in the upward direction making her boobs also move up with each stroke. Finally I rounded on to her hard nipples which I started sucking full fledged. I took as much of her boobs in my mouth as possible. It felt salty from her sweat and sea water. But I sucked on in full earnest. Some where in between I had stopped fucking her bottom. But I resumed it soon, or rather she rammed back on to my cock waking me up from my booby dreams. Soon we set into rhythmic slow humping. I knew my climax is not going to be far away. I showed all indications of inevitable climaxing. I hardened up, started speeding up my ramming. I warned her about my possible climaxing inside her. She can take out my cock if she wishes to. But she just turned her head and took my lips in her and suck. She sucked hard on my lips while we fucked. Her tongue twisted in mine while my cock twisted in her pussy. All this was more than I could handle and then with a cry I cummed my load into her hole. I cummed few times till I could settle down. She was fucking me even after I cummed, and it took a few seconds or more for her to cum. As we rested in that position I held on to her. After a few moments rest, she turned around. Then she embraced me thrusting her boobs on my chest. My semi hard cock hit on her pussy region in a vertical position. We held on like that without moving. We didn’t talk or change our positions until I felt a small movement of auntie’s hip. She was slowly thrusting her hips to and fro pampering my semi hard cock into a hard one. This time my cock found its way to her pussy door all by itself. I asked her “Shall we do once more”. Instead of an answer she moved her hip forward forcing the opening of her pussy lips for my now familiar cock. Looks like she was looking forward for one more round. It didn’t take us much time to move into another full fledged fucking. This time I took her in my hands and fucked her. I raised her in my hands by holding under her butt. She in turn grabbed around me by her hands and legs. Though she was bit heavy for me, I managed to hold her with a little help from her. It was a different sensation to bounce her whole body and fuck to climax. By the end I was empty with no more shots for the day. I think it took us at least an hour and a half to get out of the beach hut from the time we entered it. This was just the beginning of my love life. Though I found it difficult to face her eyes that day, aunty appeared to be as normal as ever, as if nothing happened at all between us. I felt women have the capability to act normal even when they are into an illicit affair, that too extra martial. Though the rest of the day went along normally, it was only a break before our next fucking session. The next day we started out early to the beach, unable to hold us back. It was aunty who called me first. We plunged into sea near the rocks. From there we have a good glimpse of the deserted beach. People are no where near our location and probably be at another part of the beach. This time aunty was in T-shirt and leggings. Her wet white t-shirt showed her nipples indicating she had nothing underneath it. I was glad that she had a spare dress to change and get back to hotel. Else other fellows too would be prying at my priced possession, which should only be mine. We were chest deep in water and I wanted to do her then and there. We faced the shore side so that we can see if anyone comes in our direction. But even if anyone sees is also not a big issue as this beach should be witnessing so much intimate scenes on a regular basis. My shots were down while aunty dragged down her leggings up to her ankles. I was excited to see her round fat ass covered in white panties. Unlike the Indian auntie’s panties which are of regular types, made by local players, she seamed to be wearing a high end branded white one which rightly fitted on to her curves. I ran my hand over it. Was it satin panties she was wearing! It felt just like her swimsuit fabric. It was then that I felt like doing something which I couldn’t try when she was in swimsuit. I went behind her and spooned her once again. My cock rested vertically on the crack of her butt covered in her satin panties. Then I inserted my hand in between and took my cock. I lead it to the back bottom edge of her panties where her left leg popped out. I inserted my finger in-between her panties and the beginning of her globe like buttocks. Then I stretched out the panties to make a gap in-between so that I can squeeze in my hard cock inside. Once my cock is inside and over the top of one half of her buttocks, I removed my hand. And there my cock is tightly squeezed between her ever expanding buttocks and her stretchable panties. The feel of her fabric and her soft bun creped into me. Immediately I understood that this is going to be a different sort of sexual experience for me. The lump of my cock showed its outline over her panties. I started humping her in slow motion letting my entire length of cock rub over the sensual fabric and her plumb buttocks. The feeling you experience is beyond words. The skinship with the synthetic fabric and her soft plumpness was mind-blowing. I inserted my hand under her t-shirt to nib her tit which was visible to me all the time. In that position I fucked her butt. My free hand which was running all over her outer thighs, now circled around her pussy over the panty line. I used my middle finger to press her pussy lips. It sank in pushing in the smooth fabric of her panty into her pussy mouth. I was impressed. I took my hand and inserted it inside her panty. I planned to finger fuck her pussy. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her warm pussy lips. I could feel the slipperiness of her pussy fluid. I inserted my entire middle finger into her love hole. I felt triumphed to finger fuck my love for the first time. That too on the second day. Aunty brought her hand to hold mine. I thought she was going to stop me. But what she did was to make sure I fingered her continuously by guiding my finger. I was in ecstasy. While my cock digs in its entire length over the tightly wrapped buttocks-n-panties, my finger was engulfed insider her warm pussy. What else a firs time lover could ask for. Of course my other hand still got to hold and knead her boob as a bonus. So I continued butt-fucking and finger fucking her to my contempt. We found that fucking inside water is slower but very much pleasurable. We got a liking for water from there that we sometimes did it in tub back in her home. We even masturbated each other in tub on few such occasions. This was our last fucking in the tour. And I lasted much longer than last time. Though we wished to go for one more shot, we didn’t get the time for it. Neither could we make it in the beach hut again. But there was nothing to be disappointed. Back from the tour we continued indulging in these activities where usually Kavya aunty picks me up from college and we did it in her home when uncle is out of town. If uncle is there in her home, we go for movie instead of home and make our pleasure time there. So in general I lead a great sex life henceforth. Postscript: I have an advice for young people out there. While we were on our tour, I had asked aunty “How did you suddenly decided to give in to my lust”. She replied “It was not sudden; I had the lust in me for long time. But I never could have expressed myself, until you hit upon me. Then I let everything loose”. So guys my advice to you all is never miss a chance. You can make half chances into full ones if only you try. Your dream lady must be waiting for your first move! Hope you all liked this story. For any comments and feedback, write to me at [email protected]. Women who wanted to video chat to me can put in a mail at this id. Thanks