Summer Of 99
bhabhi, petticoat, saree

Hi, I know some readers like to jump to the second paragraph straight,so that they start from where the actions begins, but I recommend to read the whole thing , as this story is 100% real and genuine, and if you know a bit about me it’ll help you understand and relate to the story better . I am 32 year old guy from mumbai , live in a posh suburban locality , have a great job, drive a good car , from the look of it , I look completely happy and settled, but on the inside the reality is a little different, to be honest I miss the boy that I was while growing up . I grew up in a middle class family and for me the life that I have today was a dream , but I had little idea that it’ll take away ‘myself’ from me, as a teenager I was happy , carefree guy, horny of course but never desperate , so i’ll share an experience of that time and age , the time and age that’s stuck with me and will live inside me forever. If you like my story or if you hate it do give me a feedback on [email protected]. It was the beginning of my summer vacations, and the people who have grown up in the 90s will know how greatly dull and empty those summers used to be , there were no malls no internet. The fun of just being free was great for the students.I remember that was the first time my visit was planned to my aunt’s house in baroda. After reaching I realised in a couple of days that anyone going from mumbai was given a mini celebrity treatment by the locality there, I am not kidding just the fact that I was from bombay in that small locality made me a hero there. Guys who were my age and lived nearby would come frequently to meet me , check out my clothes etc. The story began when on one lazy monday afternoon , my aunt pushed me to go to a neighbour, tanuj aunt’s house , tanuja aunty used to sell imported stuff, jeans , shades , perfumes etc from home. My aunt wanted me to buy s pair of jeans from her, to which I reluctantly agreed. When I reached her house and pressed the door bell, I had no idea how she was, what it’s gonna be like in there. When she opened the door I still remember the sight so clearly, she was wearing a green cotton saree. She welcomed me and turned her back towards me , that was the first time I saw her body, she was wearing a very deep-cut blouse from behind and her entire back was visible, I should, tell you the moment I saw her skin I was in love with her, her skin was flawless, not fair and not dark it clearly showed that she had a tan and a certain olive like glow in it. I just followed her quietly to her drawing room, she made me sit on the sofa and she bought 2 big bags of clothes , which had various jeans and t shirts in it. While showing some clothes to me she started talking to me about various things like life in Mumbai etc, she told me why will I like the jeans she has I know fashion from bombay, I just nodded and smiled mostly , to be honest I was just to overwhelmed by her presence and the fact that I was alone with her in her house was making me feel nervous. Finally I shortlisted 2 jeans , to which she asked me to go the bedroom and try. I went inside tried one but it was a little tight from the waist, she called me from outside and said how is the fitting, I shouted back saying that I guess its little tight and can I try one size bigger. In two minute she knocked the door she just entered the bedroom with some more jeans and t shirts. She checked the fitting of the jeans that I was wearing by putting two fingers in the waist and said “ya I think its tight just try another one” and turned her back this time didnt go out, I quietly removed my jean and tried the one which she had got, but the one she got was almost 4 sizes bigger coz when I tried it , it was just too loose, I told her that aunty pls turn I think its too big, she turned towards me I was holding the jeans with both hands so that it does not fall, she held the jeans from the waist and asked me to leave, She tried to see how loose it was and pulled it towards her. By doing that she could clearly see my underwear , which had a bulge in it, she suddenly unzipped the jeans and pulled it down, I let a gasp and had goose bumps all over my body and of course a hard on. She behaved as if everything is normal. She asked me to try another and this time kept looking at me. I could see some sweat on her forehead and obviously I was shivering. When she saw my underwear she asked me which brand is this and I told her its jockey, its imported not available in India, she suddenly touched just a little above my dick and told me nice material, I told her its damn comfortable, to which she said next time bring one etc for her, she wants to try and see how it feel. I told her sure in fact if you want you can try this one too, I pulled it down and gave it to her. She looked at my naked dick for some seconds and took the underwear from my hand, she lifted her saree and petticoat and removed her old underwear and tried the one which I gave, but the way she did it I could just see her thighs but not her pussy, she still behaved as if everything is normal, thought I was nude in front of her and she was wearing my underwear. She asked me to try a jeans without underwear, as I put is she said it’ll hurt and just held my dick, this was enough for me, after that I still remember the smoothness of her skin, our kisses, my sucking her nipples, they were erect and waiting to be sucked. We had sex that day and 4 times more in the remaining days I was there. Summer Of 99