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Though basically from Trivandrum, I am staying in Chennai for past 3 years and this is my first
experience in meeting up an aunty in Chennai. Like most of the unlucky guys I too tried on my
luck in internet using my id writervpa@gmail.com to get hooked up with someone voluptuous
like a horny aunty or a housewife. But my tries always went in vain as I always ended up in
failure. Once I even went to meet a person who claimed to be a girl online, but turned out to be a
guy. That day I made a quick escape as I was not interested in guys.
It was on one such unlucky day that I got a mail from a women’s id claiming to be interested in
me. She got to know me through my profile in one of the many sites I had posted. My posting
had me seeking for a women from Chennai for skinship. I had mentioned my interest in a casual
meeting at some common place to get to know each other. And if interested, to go in for some
foreplays and anything more. She seemed to have apparently got interested in my profile.
Especially about my statement requesting and also for guaranteeing complete secrecy. And that
no names or details shall be seeked and should not be asked in return. She is apparently happy
that I wanted to protect my personal details as well as she wanted to. The other thing that
interested her in my profile is my statement that I am a man with boyish looks. She, a housewife
herself, apparently had a liking for young guys.
I replied to her mail asking for some time to chat. We fixed a time when we can chat online. At
first our chats where cautious. I was cautious because there could be a chance that she could be a
‘he’ in the end. We based our chats generally on our surrounding, our social life, status etc. Then
I poured in my likes, and how I looked up to meet a real women in real life just for the sake of
physically being close with her, able to touch her if possible. She mostly listened to what I have
got to say with some occasional laughter chat symbols here and there. She rarely talked or
revealed much about her. Neither I tried to extract from her any personal details which could
harm her or reveal her identity unintentionally. Even I was not saying any personal details about
me, though I blabbered a lot on my private interests. But with few days of chatting we were able
to ease up on each other. I was able to extract much more information from her and started
getting better responses from her. The vital things that I came to know is she is not satisfied with
her housewife life. That she wanted to do something exciting but at the same time safe. When I
poured in topics on sexual interest and my fantasies for mature women, she also opened up a bit
telling her interest on guys younger to her age. She told that she is aged 38, moderate
complexioned and bit on the heavier side. She is a Marathi girl by origin and is a married girl. To
my requests she answered that her bra size is 34 D, but she didn’t know her booty measures. She
told that she wears saree as well as salwar kameez and rarely only wears jeans and T-shirt. That
she has one child in the primary school etc. Though we got to know a bit about each other like
this, still she was not ready to give her mobile number or show up in the cam or even have a
voice chat. I tried to convince her into one of these, but she was not ready.
I asked her to show just her body and not her face or her head. But she was not ready, which
again raised the fear in me if she could be another he! But the only consolation was that she
didn’t neither cheat me with some ladies pic from net that she could have shown as hers. Though
I was ready to show
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my body to her (but not the head), she didn’t ask for it either. When it was going into a stage of
no progress, something made her ask if I can show the photo of my thing. I was more than glad
for that, and readily took a picture of my thing using the web cam and send across to her. Think
that was one little bit of inhibition that she was trying to over come between us. Once she saw
the picture of mine she wanted to see my body in nude. That was something I was not that happy
to show. It is not that I plan to show my face, but my body I feared would be a let down for her. I
was pretty much confident about my cock to get her admiration. As it was a big one, gleaming
and nicely shaped too. It could beat any other cock in the competition. But the same I could
never tell about my body as it is lean, with not much muscles built in. Just fitting a boy’s body
only. But deciding to stick to the facts I decided to show her off my body’s pic. To my relief, she
seamed to be okay with it as she signed off promising to come back next day. Next day she had
another pleasant request from her. That she wanted to see me masturbating, by looking at any of
my favourite picture girls (I had told her before that I masturbates on my favourite heroine
pictures often). She wanted to see me on cam doing it. I felt thrilled at thinking of doing it while
an aunty watched from distance. That show became the first video streaming between us. I had
adjusted the cam in a way that she wont see my head. Then I took one of the south cine
magazines and turned to one of my regular masturbation girls. If you think I would tell names
like Deepika, Anushka etc, you are wrong. They are my second choices only. My favourites
seldom comes in cover pictures of magazines, but like deep inside the back pages of the
magazines. Like mumtaz, nagma, sreevidya, kiran, namitha etc. That day I got the picture of
namitha with her deep navel and big boobs to fest up on. I slowly did my rhythmic performance
for my viewer. By the time I shot my load, my imaginations has taken me into the hands of
namitha where she played with my cock, while my head rest deep in between her boobs. My one
finger, finger-fucking her navel all the time.
My show got good appreciation from my viewer. For the first time she told that she missed
seeing these actions in her life. She said mine is quiet huge and very responsive and that she like
it. When she was in her good moods, I again tried my luck and asked for her mobile number so
that we can talk. But she was not willing to give. Neither she was ready to show herself up in the
net. I later came to know that she didn’t have a cam which made her never accept my offer. But
over time the desire to see the person I am chatting with grew in me. Also I wanted to confirm
that the person is indeed she and not he. Although I have been asking her about meeting
somewhere in the first week of chatting itself, it took almost three weeks to convince her into my
point. I was able to drive into her head my idea and convince her that it is safe. Any way we both
had a desire to see eachother, which made fixing the appointment easier. She liked my idea on
seeing at a public place like cinema hall or beach. I liked the first idea more as cinema hall will
gives us some privacy and private moments in its darkened hall. It is the best place where two
strangers sitting side by side is perfectly alright in the eyes of public. And in its darkness, we can
get bold for any activities and still leave as strangers after the show. And I told her that in such a
place her identity will never be revealed. That if she feels I am not good enough, she can always
leave any time she feels like. She can even leave even before she has to show up before me. So a
cinema date was decided. I volunteered to book the ticket in advance. She didn’t have any choice
for the films, except that she want the place to be safe and less crowded. Living in a big city has
many plus points. Meeting and going out for cinema with a perfect stranger seams okay in life.
That the chances of encountering any known faces are less and even if it happens, they are less
nosy and value their privacy enough not to
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interfere into mine. Still for being on safer side I choose the less popular cinema hall and choose
a Hindi film which was not very popular in this part of the world. Though I understand Hindi to
an extend, and though she is fairly good in it, still we were not looking forward to the movie at
all. One reason is I had watched this movie before, and the second thing is obviously I have more
anticipations about the lady than the movie. I booked the ticket online which gave me a chance to
select my seats (again another blessing that comes with living in a metro city). As expected since
the movie had been running for some time and since it was a weekday matinee show, not many
seats has been booked for the movie. I could comfortably get the corner seats in the extreme back
end where the entire row was unoccupied. Now the bad part I have to do with is waiting for the
day in anticipation.
As we waited and chatted in the days before the movie, I tried to find from her what she is
hoping for in our first meeting. But she was not ready to say anything and just said, she don’t
have any idea. I asked her what she is going to wear for me. She said she will wear salwar
kameez. I asked her to wear saree if she is okay with it. She said she will do. I decide to hang in
on that a bit more so that she will have an idea what I will be looking into. So I asked her that she
has to wear the saree below her navel. But she said she is not comfortable that way as she has
never tried it. I said fine and asked her if she wears sexy undergarments. She said she was not
clear what I had in my mind. I asked her if she has pointed bras and laced panties. She
understood my point and told she is not sure if she has it, but she will wear if she finds the right
one.
Then to gain her confidence I told her that while coming for movie she need not bring her mobile
or any other identity cards that she might be having so that she can even avoid the minutest
chance to land up in trouble. I told her that she can have her head covered with pallu just like
some women do so that she wont get easily noticed. I told her that I will come by the theatre
some 10 mts before the movie starts and will stand behind the right most pillar of the theatre. I
told her that I will wear a blue shirt with brown light pants and will carry a bag with me. I told
her that I will also be wearing a cap so that she can identify me easily. I told her that she don’t
have to tell me anything to identify her. She just can come in any saree and watch for me
standing over there from a distance. I told her that only after she identifies me and feels I will be
okay, then only she needs to approach me. If she feels I wont be good enough, she can go
without making an appearance before me. I told her that I wont be sad if she do that (but I would
have been for sure any way). If she feels fine she can come and stand beside me, but still she
don’t have to ask any thing to me. I told her that it would be bad to make women take initiative.
So I would ask her if she is so and so and if she confirms and if she says yes, I will take it as
positive that she is willing to see movie with me (date with me), If that happens, then I wanted
her to immediately move away from me and stand at some corner away from the eyes of others
as if glancing through the movie photos. Before leaving I would have handed over her ticket so
that she can enter the movie hall on her own. I would request her to wait for 5 minutes after the
movie has started, before she enter the hall. This would make sure that when she enters no one
will be able to see her. I would be behind her while entering and we both will enter like couples.
Or like a guy and his mother or relative aunt (if age factors is so evident). I was also very careful
in my planning that I told her that as soon as the lights are turned
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on for interval I would go out as if to buy something. This will be another security for her, and
she can in turn keep her heads low or keep her pallu on.
So after this heavy amount of planning the “Date” day has come and I stood there waiting
anxiously near the pillar of the theatre. I came some 20 mts before the movie and stood by the
pillar. I was too anxious that I don’t want to miss her. Occasionally one or two people also stood
near the pillar making me worry if I had chosen the wrong waiting place. The last thing I wanted
is she getting scared seeing too many people around me and decides to call off the date.
Fortunately none of them was really close to me and none was dressed in any similar way as me.
Time was ticking by and I tried to control myself from not looking too intensively at any of the
women passing by. Since the theatre was a many screen multiplex, I had no idea if these crowds
are for that Hindi movie or not. Since I didn’t ask for any identification tips from my ‘date’, all
the middle aged girls that passed by in saree felt as my ideal date for the day. I had completely
left out the possibility that she could turn out to become a he and cheat me. Because I had
developed a sense of trust with this unknown online friend of mine whom I always called by aunt
Vandana
It would have been very disappointing now if she didn’t turn up for the day. If she finds me to be
unattractive and decides to leave without a word, that would be heartbreaking. Only positive
thing that I could think of that moment is I had given her my mobile number. Infact I had given it
to her in the first week of our interaction itself. Though she never called me in that, I was sure
that she will use it one day when she feels comfortable. So I will never be far away from her, if
she decides to call me someday. As time went by, I felt uncomfortable. I think it was just 5 mts
before the movie starts, and still there was no sign of her. The crowd had dwindled and nobody
was standing near me. I waited in anticipation a few more minutes when a lady emerged from
almost no where and started walking in my direction. She was coming from the side of the ticket
counter but was not giving any eye contacts with me, except that she was walking in my
direction. So I could not have confirmed if she is the Date for me. Earlier a few others also had
appeared to me as my date candidates but later turned out to be false. This lady walked past me
and stood next to my side where a board was kept on the films to be released. She appeared to be
going through the posters, but a slight stealing of a glance in my direction made me suspect if
she is my girl. I cautiously went by her side and asked in the most polite voice I could. Excuse
me madam, are you Mrs Vandana. I asked, she said yes to my delightment. For a moment we
didn’t speak to each other. We were both gauging each other in close quarter. I felt my dream is
becoming true. After a moment of gazing at each other, I regained my composure. I showed her
the ticket and told. ‘Madam, this is the ticket if you may chose to take’. For a moment she stood
still and then quickly grabbed it from my hand and without even saying a word or giving a smile
she went inside the theatre complex. It is only after she faded in front of my eyes, I started
realizing what I saw just now. She is a real date for me! And she has great looks than what I
expected. She always used to tell that she is an average looking medium complexion girl. But
that was an understatement as she looked to me a gorgeous lady in her mid 30s. She is plumb on
places it has to be and has a great asset which filled out her 34 sized bra nicely. Her buttock also
looked great and big. It was in out of proportion with her otherwise plumb hips. And my biggest
surprise is she has wore her blue colored saree very low enough that she might be having her
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navel visible outside. I appreciated her for doing that for me, considering she had told me that
she has not done it before and is not comfortable like that. That way she also gave me an ample
view of her plumb hips, which I felt like grabbing then and there itself. I only thought all this in a
moment’s time and now I had to go after her and make sure that she is always in my vicinity.
When I entered the theatre complex she was glancing at the ticket standing at a remote corner.
She glanced behind occasionally and saw me coming. Once she saw me, she decided to get
inside the cinema hall as the show would have already begun. So we moved towards the door as
two separate people but entering the hall together as if a couple. As the lights have already been
put off, we felt more than relaxed and comfortable in moving together. As we knew our seats
before hand itself, we didn’t have to search. I was relieved to see that the movie hall was sparsely
occupied, especially in the extreme back side. Ours was the right side corner seat in the last row.
Only one more couple was sitting on the entire last two rows, that too on the other side of the
row in front of us. In the immediate front row’s to that, a few people where sitting and the most
interesting fact is most of them appeared to be couples in the dim light. Wondered if all of them
are “setups” like mine. We got seated at our place with aunty (I prefer to call her with the suffix
aunty as that is how I used to address her in our chats) seated to the side of the wall. It took a
minute or so for us to acknowledge each other as we choose to analyse the surroundings first. I
was tense throughout the process, not from the surroundings, but by the presence of this
voluptuous aunty near me. This was a dream situation for me and I was still not sure what is
going to happen. Now we faced each other for the first time inside the theatre. She gave me a
smile and I smiled back relieving some tension from me. I asked her how she is and she said she
is fine and asked me the same. Then I asked her if she is okay with me, and if I am the type of
person she was looking forward to. After saying that I felt the question was too early to ask.
What else she could have answered other than the “think so” answer she gave me. Any way , as a
way to gain her confidence I told her that if at all she feels like uncomfortable with me at any
time, she can tell me straight on my face and I will take it in the right sense only. That I can sit
somewhere else without anyone noticing. She told to my happiness that it wont be necessary,
that she is fine with me.
After that we had a few minutes of silence as if watching the movie. But my heart, mind and
eyes where always on her. I stole a glance at her body as much as I can. She has a carved out
bosom which she has elegantly covered up in her plain blue saree. But its mount was big enough
for a few head turners. She is fare skinned and is little plump and so voluptuous. She has a nose
pierce and had good natural red lips in contrast to her white skin. In my mind I had already
caressed her lips putting my middle finger inside her mouth, while my other hand played with
her boobys. If given another second to my imagination, I would have inserted my cock on to her
pussy. I felt my body heating up by the mere thought of it. Her plump hand from the shoulder to
knee where slightly touching mine. I without able to think anything more, turned to her face and
bluntly asked her in a low voice. “Can I touch you”. Though I asked the question rather fast, yet
she seamed to be not at all surprised and looked like was expecting that question any time. I only
expected her to nod in agreement or disagreement. But she surprised me by taking my hand on
hers and dragged it over her lap and up above and lead it all the way up to her bosome over her
blouse, and under her saree pallu. She left my hand to rest on her right boobs while all the while
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cautious and in lookout for prying eyes. She then gave me a look indicating that I can do
anything with my hands. Everything happened so effortlessly that only after I got my hand laid
on her heavy chest that I realized the gravity of the situation. I couldn’t believe myself that I am
actually having my hand on her fun bags.
I slowly rested my hand completely on her right boobs putting the full weight of the hand on it.
Her boobs are tightly covered by her well stitched blouse. Its fabrics gave electric sensation to
my palm. The pallu of her saree acted as a veil to all the naughty activity I wished to do for that
day. I slowly started rubbing my hands over the tip of her boobs, all the while glancing at her
face. She had kept a stone blank expression and looked like watching the movie and occasionally
keeping an eye on the surrounding. But I felt she wont be able to keep that expression for long.
Her mount was really huge to be able to grasp in one hand. So I slowly settled for the tip of her
mount. And I soon found out her tit protruding from the boobs. Though the bra and the blouse is
making its own impressions, I can still feel her nipple and see that it is erect. I started kneading
her nipple with my two fingers. When I looked at her I can see that she is enjoying it as she is
desperately trying to hide the sensuous feelings I am invoking in her. That made me all the more
confident. I continued kneading her nipple for some more time after which I gobbed her boobs as
much as I can over her blouse. My one hand was never a match for her big boobs. But I was
unable to take my left hand for help. Because if I use my left hand on her right boobs in addition
to the right hand I am already using, my seating position will be awkward. Or atleast that is what
I assumed. I felt that could be dangerous as in the worst case scenario someone may spot us
(though that is highly unlikely). What I didn’t know then was that sooner I will be ending up
doing even more dangerous things over there. Soon I was not able to hold myself back and so I
took my left hand too and used it to supplement my right hand for sometime. I gave the push for
her boobs from bottom using my left hand so that the boobs thrust against my groping right hand
palm spilling in- between the gaps of my fingers. I cant explain my feeling over words. I used
both my hands to feel her fun bags from all sides. All the while she sat along enjoying and letting
me play on with her assets.
After a few moments my left hand withdrew from her boob as it showed the first desire to
venture out more and explore deep into the open body of the lush women at hand. When my
right hand decided to continue impound on the lush flesh of her boobs, my left hand slowly
crawled down from the bottom of her boobs to her open belly under the fabrics. Though she
sensed the shifting of my hand, she didn’t have any protest. That made me all the more confident
and I started spreading my fingers all over her belly. Her belly is plumb enough to have a
cushioning effect, but not a bulged out tummy like a typical Indian housewife. She still retains
the general curvature of an ideal women though she is in her late thirties. Her hip has an outward
plumpy curvature which is a silent reminder of the big asseted ass that is resting on the
cushioned theatre seat. It must be quiet hot, I wondered. I circled in my fingers on to her navel
and I could feel the sloping in of the depth of the navel into which I am about to plunge into. And
in no time my middle finger became the first to show head on the deep navel of this gorgeous
women. And for a moment aunty squiggled in ecstasy. That was the first time aunty moved her
body. Till then only the stressed out expression on her face revealed of any hidden feelings that
her body was going through. I again grinded my middle finger in her deep navel all the while
watching the expressions on
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her face which she was trying hard to cover. I felt like bending over and kissing her navel and
tonguing it to my content. But I refrained myself as I was too afraid of the public in the theatre as
well as I was not sure how aunty will take it so suddenly. But then I was not contempt with
exploring the open areas of her body. I wanted to go down and deep into the secrets of the inner
world and be the conqueror of her hidden world. I didn’t want to be restricted by the hem lines of
her saree line or the pavada underneath it. I will never forgive myself if I miss this open chance. I
didn’t also want to miss up on her boobs.
So I let my right hand to explore her already swollen and erect right boobs, sometimes by even
crossing the hem lines of her blouse and reaching up to her bra (was not able to reach further as
her blouse was very tightly fitting and so I would have to apply some good force which may not
go well with her). And I left my left hand to wander on the border lines of her saree testing for
any response or reaction to it. After finding no resisting efforts I slowly tested the cord line of
her pavada, digging slowly underneath it to move into the no mans land. I could see that she
must be having that butterfly fluttering feeling in her stomach. Because her belly was twitching
in anticipation. My longest fingers crossed the line of pavada and sensed the first traces of small
hair patches. My fingers rested there for a moment fondling her tiny hairs. That was my first feel
of the forbidden land. Even though the theatre was fully air conditioned I felt my hand sweating.
Even her body was also sweating over there.
Finally I moved my fingers even further down, inching slowly to my final destination. My hand
moved towards her love triangle with lot of expectations and uncertainty on what I am going to
find out there. But what I found there was more than my expectation. I expected to find my hand
stumble upon a homely panties which is dirty and filthy. But the aunty surprised me by having
nothing underneath her saree and petty coat. Yes, I touched her bare pussy much faster than I
expected. I could feel its growth of hair and heat dissipating from it. I could feel my hand getting
hotter with the touch. I ran my hand all over her valley feeling the heat and sweat from it. It
didn’t took much time before my hands got comfortable on her private valley. Though her valley
felt hairy as I felt around, it was still no more than what you may find on a high school girl.
Probably she might have shaved of her hair a week before or so. As I approached her cunt I can
feel that the hairy valley is slowly curving into a little mount. I suddenly remembered one of the
celebrated sex story writer’s phrase, “I have to conquer one more little mount to win the battle.
Though it may look a small mountain on a women with high rising mountains, this small
mountain holds the fort”. My fingers have almost reached the final destination where I can feel
the edges of her lip hidden by a thick growth of hair. I felt bit moist too on my hands. Without
thinking too much I pushed my middle finger a bit through the growth and into the lip of the
mount and there my finger landed up on a moist chamber half inch depth. Her legs closed upon
my hands as if she will never let me go until I further explore into the channel. I slowly pushed
my middle finger into the tight but well lubricated channel. I inserted my finger to the maximum
depth possible in one go and then let it rest for a second to feel the heat inside the chamber.
Then I slowly but firmly started moving my finger up and down the chamber plunging to the
depth of her mount each time. I could see the emotions showing up on auntie’s face. I dug on her
mount by
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slowly increasing the speed like a professional. The confidence and expertise with which I finger
fucked her came from the innumerable number of porn videos, porn mangas, magazines, stories,
and descriptions that I had come across in my life. When I increased my speed, she reached out
to my leg and held on it as if for a support. That was the first time she touched some what
sensitive part of my body. That came as an additional encouragement for me. I didn’t slow up
any bit and frantically digged on to her cunt. In few moments she showed signs of climax. Her
body heated up and her legs opened and closed. She took her other hand and frantically held my
hand on her boobs making it dig further on the boobs. Within no time I felt her love hole getting
superfluous with her fluid. And then she relaxed up and her hands on me went limb. Finally for
the first time I made a women cum on my hands, and I felt great. I hadn’t yet stoped moving my
hands in her love hole as I made slow rhythmic motion. Because I knew it is far from over.
My other hand on the boob meanwhile continued to rub on her boobs. At times over her bra and
many a time managed to squeeze in between her bra to reach her hard nipple. Earlier while
entering the theatre I remembered catching a glimpse of her huge side boobs clinging on to her
blouse. Now I am holding a hand full of that. Her boobs are incredibly huge and is well
supported by a taught bra and blouse. It is only the big cleavage between her boobs that helped
me reach out to her otherwise well tightly packed tit. All the while when my other hand was
pondering below on her cunt, my right hand was trying to open up a way to her fleshy boobs.
Her boobs where full and filled out like that of actress kushboo or mantra. Though I was having
a handful of boobs covered by her blouse, I was not satisfied with it. I wanted to touch it raw.
After squeezing on to her boobs to my desire, I made my attempts to touch her boobs raw. I tried
my luck from the open top of her blouse. I was not immediately lucky with it as I was afraid to
force in too much. Also her blouse was too tight. But I got in touch with her cleavage which was
more than enough for me to forget the tits for some time. It was my first contact with a women’s
cleavage. Something which I had admired on magazines and aunties in the neighbour hood. I
always loved the deep fleshy cleavages flashed by plump aunties involuntarily in front of me.
For the first time I got to feel one such cleavage. The auntie’s upper boobs was sweating with my
touch and I was able to easily slide in my first finger into the cleavage. It was such a smooth ride
oiled with sweat. I realized the depth of her cleavage only after invading it. And that gave me
way to reach up her mount to her tits from in-between her cleavage. My fingers could touch her
tits barely only and I realized it was hard and erect and is much of a substance than our male
counter parts. Though the bra and blouse came as a hindrance to explore further, I continued
enjoying her boobs as much as I could while my other hand brought her to climax.
A few minutes would have passed after her climax and I was still fingering her pusy. She had by
the time recovered from her orgasm and is relaxed again. She took my hand out and cleaned it up
with her kerchief. But I was not ready to keep any of my hand idle as I was having a big hard on.
So I took my now freed left hand and in a daring attempt took it behind her, around her to hold
on to her left shoulder. Like how husbands do on their wife. I can see that she got surprised. But
to me, that was just a stop over before my next step. The next moment I took my hand out of her
shoulder and lead it to under her arm squeezing my way between her upper inside arm and her
body to reach out to the side of her left boobs.
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I was damming surprised by my own boldness. May be I got bolder after being able to make her
cum using my fingers. I must have felt that she cant put me aside now, after enjoying everything
till now. I have gone so far with her, that she cant stop me now. I didn’t feel at all threatened by
the presence of others in the theatre, as my left hand is well hidden from the public by her body
on one side and the wall on the other side. Even if the lights where on, I would not have taken
out my hand. Now I lay with both my hands on her boobs from either sides, under her spreadout
saree. This was one of my dream situations, to have both boobs of a girl at the same time at my
leisure to play with.
She adjusted to the situation very well and tried to sit calmly as if nothing is happening. She even
pushed up her huge boobs on to my hands for my pleasure, making it spill out of my hands and
through the finger gaps. I squeezed, taught, and massaged on it like an expert. It is the saree palu
that hid all my activities from the naked eyes. I can see that she is getting excited again. She was
rubbing her free hand on my inside thighs. She notched up my excitement to another level by
bringing her hand over my hard cock and squeezing it once fully. She looked at me for a moment
as if in appreciation at its size. Then she began to stroke my cock over my pants in gentle slow
movements. My excitement has become double folded. While I digged into her boobs and taunt
nipples, she meticulously massaged my dick with her two fingers first then her full palm. She
then slowly unzipped my zipper and stretched my underwear to bring out my restrained, stressed
cock into the open. Letting it grow to its full magnitude. I thanked my cock for showing out its
full magnitude to the first women in my life. She waited some time before she took hold of my
cock. Then like a professional she started stroking my cock in full length starting from the tip of
my cock. It was so sensuous that I would have cummed in the first stroke itself. She had a vice
like grip on my tool but yet was gentile and slow in her strokes. I knew I wont be able to last
long if she continues like that. Her sweating hands gave lubrication for my throbbing cock
making it slitter within her hand. That was the first time somebody else stroked my cock, that too
a women.
I wished if she took it in her mouth too. But I didn’t dare to ask as I might not have liked the idea
of taking it in my mouth myself. So when that is the case how could I have asked her to do it.
Any way I didn’t have the courage to ask too. She tightened the grip on my thing, increasing the
speed and driving me crazy. She seam to know how to best use her hand on a guy. My tool
started oozing pre cum giving her further lubrication to work with which in turn drove me nuts.
My thing started throbbing in anticipation of cumming. I hugged aunty with my hands holding
her boobs from both sides. With the heavenly assets in my hands and the quick action that is
happening on my cock, I felt like the sex goddess had herself come down between my legs and
blessed me. Then suddenly it happened. Unable to bear the pleasure from her hand job, I
cummed in plenty. She had her kerchief ready to restrain all that I shot off. I cummed on her
kerchief with no holds until I got exhausted. I leaned on to her, tired from the high adrenalin
rush, but happy from the pleasure I went through.
Still I was ready for more. But I realized that the interval for the cinema was just a couple of
scenes away. I informed her on that and also reminded her that I will go out at the time of
interval and will be back only after the cinema starts. This was part of the plan which was
decided before coming to theatres. It is done to leave minimum chances of seeing both of us
together in any embracing situation by any
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people that we knows. So before the lights where switched on, I dashed for the door. I went to
the loo, not that I felt the urge, but wanted to relax myself for a moment and also to see the
condition of my lucky thing. It was still semi erect as if looking forward for more action. While
looking at my dick straining inside the underwear, I got an idea. I went into one of the toilets and
took out my underwear. With that my thing can be easily accessible to my aunty back in the
theatre. But I didn’t feel like keeping the underwear with me as that is not a good thing if
someone catches me with it in my pocket. So I tore a portion of the underwear, wrapped it in a
toilet paper found inside, and came out and throwed it into the partially filled dustbin found in
the loo. No one will search what all is inside the dustbin, and the cleaning people will
conveniently take it out for me. With that I stepped out of the loo, totally free from any restraints.
Since aunty said she don’t want anything to eat, I straight away went back to the hall.
As the film started. I found a pleasing change in the back row of the hall. I couldn’t find the two
people that where sitting on the last rows of the hall. Probably they might have left finding the
cinema uninteresting, or may be they have moved some rows to the front for better AC.
Whatever, that to me means more privacy for us and our actions. In the darkness I found my seat
and sat next to her. This time we exchanged a more relaxed smile. This time I didn’t have any
inhibition and I straight away held on to her. This time I decided to give more attention to her
hips and navel. My hands held her curvy plumb hips from both sides. When my left hand
massaged her fleshy left side, my right hand slowly moved from her hip and circled in to her
deep fleshy navel. My index finger was the first to jump into the deep pit of her navel, triggering
waves of pleasure into my body and cock. I kissed aunty for the first time on her neck, while my
left hand massaged her body from her boobs to her hips in pleasure. She too was in pleasure
while I moved my fingers on her navel in circular motion. She went for my cock again and
started massaging it over my pants. This time since I had taken off my underwear, I felt like she
was holding my dick in naked. From her expression I understood that she too felt the difference
and was surprised. I whispered to her how I throwed off my underwear for ease of access. She
gave a slight squeeze to my thing as if in appreciation. She then unzipped my pants, and my
thing leapt out in its full size. She held my thing in its full length and continued with her
massage.
She started raising my thing to new heights again. But this time I had other thoughts in my mind.
I wished to give more attention to her watermelons and belly, not with just my hands, but with
my mouth too. I wanted to kiss her all over. Earlier I didn’t have much chances to do so, and also
I was afraid too. But now I weighed my chances. As she continued with her massage, I on a split
of second raised her pallu a bit and took my head underneath it and kissed and sucked on her
boobs over her blouse vigorously. I felt like I was inside the veil of a taboo of pleasure. For a
moment I forgot everything else around me and only concentrated on her wetting blouse and
protruding nipples underneath it. I sucked hard on it, while the surprised aunty tried to be in
control of the situation. She hid my head well inside her pallu. The whole changes happened in
less than a minute only before I took my head out to avoid any danger of being caught.
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Well that gave me a life long pleasure to remember. But that was not enough with me. I wanted
to take this to the next level. But the lack of any cover was the hindrance for me. I could do
anything with my hands on her lower middle body. But anything over her boobs do really need
some caution. When that is the case I wondered how I will use my mouth and face to my content,
I wondered. But I understood that where there is a desire, there is a way. I just only have to go
for it and take some risks. And with every passing of time I was ready to take more risks. And I
got my plan ready. I suddenly parted from her body, and checked out the handle bar between our
seats. Yeah, I got it right. I am lucky enough to be seated in a foldable handle chair. I raised and
turned the handle and it slid between our seats. Now I got a free open space between us. The
whole area, big enough like the back of a car is open for all plays. She looked at me as if in
question as to what my plan is. I moved my but to the extreme right of my seat, looked once at
the rest of the hall, then in a quick motion I lied down on her lap. I remained still for a moment
and then adjusted myself so that I am comfortable wit my head on her lap and rest of my body
partially on my seat and my legs extending a bit over to the next seat under my handlebar and
partially resting on the ground. I looked at her and she seamed to be okay with the idea.
From that point of view what I could see the most is the chairs on the background, her protruding
blouse under her pallu towering on the top, and the ceiling above that. I signalled her to be
watchful of the surrounding so that she can give me warning if she sense any trouble. That was
the first time I have to be off-guard and rely on her senses almost fully. In this pose I looked like
a child cuddled on to the lap of his mother. Only difference is that I might look like an
overgrown child. I turned my head a bit so that I have my face buried between her thighs. My
hand clutched on her thighs over her saree. I inhaled her divine smell from close quarters. While
I lay there enjoying the feminie sent, she patted me on my but, just like how mothers do to make
their babies sleep. But the only difference was it was putting renewed energy into my unattended
manhood. From the moment I stopped her from her massaging and made myself comfortable in
her lap, my thing was lying unattended. The poor little thing was gasping with it’s head popping
out of my zipper. Now with renewed energy, my dick has gone super hard again. It showed in its
full size out of the zipper in the dim light.
My auntie saw it and brought renewed attention to it. She move her hand from my but and held
on to my thing again and started shagging it for me. It felt good to feel her shagging me while I
lay cuddled on to her lap. Only difficulty I faced is I couldn’t give more attention to her body, as
my face is turned more towards the front seat and buried on to her leg. But I soon adjusted
myself again. I turned my body in such a way that it lies in a twisted shape. In this position my
feet was firmly on the ground, my torso lay flat on the seat, making my dick project out to the
top like a rocket. My head was flat on her lap facing her and her boobs, with navel towards the
side. This was the ideal heaven where I wished to live in. Though I felt a bit of risk to lie like that
with my dick out and open like a rocket, still I was ready for it. Also I started to rely more on the
cautious eyes of the aunty. After all more than me it should be her requirement that we should
not get exposed like this. She continued shagging me, now with her three fingers. Strangely I felt
this action like a mother’s care towards her child.
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I changed my attention to her body which is in close quarters to my face. Her extra large bosome
now appeared even more big with that cup structure clearly visible from the bottom. The conical
shape protruding out from her tight fitting blouse is asking to be molested. Below her blouse, her
fleshy deep navel is lying naked open in front of my eyes asking to be ravished. I couldn’t
control myself any longer. I immersed my face on to her navel for the first time. Her plumb soft
flesh made a cool cushioning effect on my face. I inhaled a deep breath to take in her feminine
smell. I licked in on her navel deep inside, tasting her sweat and sweetness at the same time. She
let out a gasp as if in ecstasy and grabbed my dick even tighter. My dick was throbbing in this
action, accompanied by her strokes. I had gripped her belly with both my hands and was pulling
it more close to my face. My head lay jammed between her lap and her bossom.
I slowly turned my attention to the towering boobs over my head. I circled my tongue over her
navel once more and then dragged it up reaching all the way to her mounts. I went ahead licking
and sucking on to her right tit, while my hand ploughed her other one. She moved forward in her
seat, thrusting her boobs more into my face. I tried to mouth most of her boob. Soon her tit was
wetted again and I really felt like getting some milk from there. I lay there like a child with my
head under her saree and sucking on to her milk pots. She on her turn held on to my head with
one hand. While her other hand, which should have patted my but like a mother, instead patted
on my dick. I felt the same intimacy of a baby sucking his mother for milk while the mother
patted the throbbing little baby to put it to sleep. It is strange that I felt this action like a mother’s
care towards her child. I don’t know why I felt like that. May be it is up to the readers to explain
this feeling. After we continued like that for some time, she moved back in her seat withdrawing
her milk packet from my mouth. I couldn’t guess for a second as to what she had on her mind.
Then I understood it by her next action.
She started unhooking her blouse. I became excited at her gesture to gift me with something I
longed for. She removed the last three hooks from her blouse, revealing the white thin bra
underneath it. The same bra that earlier restricted me proper reach to her nipples. The bra showed
out the perfectly shaped boobs that it was carrying in it. Confirming what I already knew, there
was no hard cup used in the bra. The conical perfect shape was the natural shape of the boobs
that it carried inside. She didn’t unhook the top hook of her blouse, so that the blouse stays in
position in the event any problem arises. Then she loosened the bra strap on her right shoulder
and raised her right cup above her boobs revealing a magnificent virgin boobs in front of me. I
stared at it for a moment in admiration, and then looked at her in gratitude. Then I plunged on
her naked boob with my face completely buried on its soft curves. It had sweat on it and I was
more than delighted to taste the sweat using my tongue. I mobbed her bare tit with my tongue
and sucked on it like there is no end. As the mouth tried to suck in as much of her boobs, my
tongue continued its abuse on her tits turning it in rounds inside my mouth. I slowly took my
other hand on to her left boob which was partially hidden under her bra. I took my fingers under
her cup and reached for her hardened bare nipples. I took her nipple in my fingers and kneaded it
using my index and middle finger until she began to squiggle in her seat in ecstasy.
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Her grip on my cock also increased and she began to stroke it in a bit faster and firmer strokes. It
was a moment when we both as a man and women tried to satisfy the sexual arousal of each
other as best as they can. While the aunty tried to give a tight fisted super stroke to my cock, I
tried to play as much rough on her tits with my tongue and fingers. My cock, in the aunties
expert massage very soon got itself readied itself for its second climax of the day. I bended like a
bow on her lap while I reached a point of no return. I exploded into her clenched hand. Auntie
who had kept her hanky ready for the occasion made sure that none of my thing spilled out of her
palm. She continued giving slow strokes until I reclined in exertion. She then cleaned up her
hand thoroughly using her kerchief and then smelled her hand for a second. I think she liked the
smell. May be that is one reason why she may not have used the kerchief this time as the cum
bag. She may have wished to experience how it feels to be ejaculated on her hands. She may
have wished to feel the heat, the smell of it.
As I lay there relaxing for a minute, I clearly realized that I have no time for relaxation as the
film will end in another half hour or so. I have a duty to return the favour she had done for me. I
should try to make her cum for a second time. I should make it a double delight for her, making
it a very wonderful experience for her. By lying down I could only immerse my face on her lap. I
wanted to play much more with her pussy. With that in mind I got up from her lap. I knew how I
could hide myself and my body from the rest of the public. I went on my knees before her in
front of her seat so that I am hidden from the others by the seats in the front. With this her entire
lower half lay open for me. And if required I can still reach out to her boobs with some caution.
The only immediate difficulty in this position was that I couldn’t let her give my little dick any
attention it deserved. It has to hang idle and unattended between my legs below the seat level.
Nevertheless I brought my attention on to her body. She didn’t exactly understood what I am
into. But she was ready for the game. Only difficulty here was that I don’t have much experience
to proceed.
I rounded her waist with both my hands and pulled her closer to the edge of the seat. With this I
had more access to her body. I gently kissed her navel and navel button once more and then
slowly moved my mouth below her navel. At the same time my right hand went up on her legs
pulling her saree and underskirt along with it. While I was busy sucking on to the baby hairs to
the lower part of her navel, my hand went under her tucked up saree for the first time and then
continued on its upward journey towards her knee. Her navel had started becoming wet with the
mix of my saliva and her sweat. As my hand moved up above her angle, I for the first time felt
her naked thigh using my bare hand. It was smooth and hairless and should be even more whiter.
My hand moved towards her love triangle. This time I was not going to explore her inners in a
hurry. I wanted to take my time in gliding my fingers into her. My face was still immersed on her
navel area, with my other hand holding her from behind to keep her as close to me as possible.
While my hand inside her saree tested the brims of her love hole, my mouth pushed its way to
the lower brim of her belly trying to find its path further down the cord of her skirt to meet my
hand. My hand had started rubbing and inching slowly on its way to open up the doors to the
heavenly chamber. My mouth had managed to suckle at the few baby hairs of the aunty from her
pubic region. But still it was unable to go
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beyond the hem line of her stretched skirt and the cord that it was tied with. There was no way
my mouth could have met my hand which was ploughing on the other side under the skirt. My
hand through its mild pulsative rubbing had already opened up the outer lips to her chamber.
She was already excited with these development and I can feel it from the slipperiness of her
pussy lips. I continued with my rubbing and pressurising until my fingers automatically got
grooved and aligned with her love hole. My continued rubbing led my fingers into her already
once deflowered pussy chamber. I instantly felt the heat and the fluid covering my fingers. I
loved that sensation. I slowly inserted my finger completely into its full depth. Then I started to
move my finger in and out slowly. Her breaths had become harder. My breath too had become
more hotter, breathing fire on to her lower belly. Now I had started licking her just above her
pubic region, while my hand pondered her from below under her skirt. It should have been
another delightful moment for her.
Only thing that was left out of the fun was my poor little cock. But I could not have given more
attention to it with my hands busy with the aunty’s body. Neither it could reach all by itself to the
position of her pusy so as to get a free chance to fuck it. But all the excitement had started
showing its sign on my cock. Because it had moved from its semi erect state to hard rock,
throbbing all by itself in excitement. My poor little thing was slamming at auntie’s leg in
excitement as my body was shaking up from the services I was giving for the aunty. Again my
body taught me that where there is a need, there is a way. I realized that my throbbing dick is
slamming at auntie’s legs in excitement and trying to relieve itself. I realized that my dick has
found a comfortable place between her inner legs where it is trying to ram itself into. My but was
automatically moving and helping out my thing in the ramming. I never expected that my dick
will find a wedge like spot between her inner calf’s which remotely resembled a pussy for it. It
was the space just below her knee cap curved inwards that would only give a tight small opening
if her legs are kept closed. But that was enough for my poor little thing. It went like a snake
finding its own hole to dwell in and out. My thing rammed at her legs which opened up and
closed all by itself. I made this a comfortable arrangement for myself.
As I sucked on her under belly, and my hands dwelled in and out of her love hole, my dick
fucked her inner upper calf. I made it much more pleasurable for me by keeping her legs tightly
closed. Her plumb white legs made sure that the hole was small enough to squeeze out my rod as
hard as possible increasing my pleasure points to many fold. Now I started working like a well
oiled machine with my left hand massaging her hips by holding it from behind. The mouth
sucking on to her pubic hair and navel as if it would make a mountain out of a mole (read it as
boob out of a navel). My right hand fingering her pussy in full swing. And my dick fucking her
sweaty lubricated love hole between her inner legs. I realized that she voluntarily had started
squeezing my dick with her legs in harmony with my pushes. I fingered her pussy while she
squeezed my dick with her legs.
For a moment I forgot completely about my surroundings and the dangerous situation if someone
sees me like that. I can feel the pressure building up inside me for ejaculation. The piston like
movement inside the shaft like calf muscles of her built up the cum in me. The mix of her sweat
and my pre cum
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gave the best heavenly lubrication for my cock. Combined with the pressure from her calf
muscles I felt like my thing is inside a fucking machine in the process of churning out cum from
me. I felt like her boobs are working on my thing to milk me out. Or like her pussy trying to
extract and squeeze out the love juice from my thing.
Her pussy too was getting superfluous as I increased the speed of my fingers inside her. With the
one time experience I had, now I know when she is about to cum. By the looks it appeared to me
that we both might cum together. And then it happened, in her tightest of the tightest squeezes
with her legs I reached the no point of return. I ejaculated right through her legs shooting under
the seat on to the floor. My cock pulsated in after effect ejecting more and more cum on to the
floor. There was no mess to be seen, no tissue became necessary. Every mess was right under the
seat away from the public view. It took some time for my excitement to subside. And then I fell
on her lap with my nose on her well moistured navel while my hand is still under her skirt and
my semi erect dick still held on by her legs.
May be it is the first time that a man had fucked a girl like this, between her under knees. May be
if any of you had such an experience before, tell me, describe the experience to me. For the time
being I should be credited for this. Have heard of tit fuck, boob fuck, ass fuck, oral fuck before.
Had heard of hand job, foot job etc too. But nothing like under knee fuck or inner calf fuck or the
likes.
Only when I was resting like that, I realized that she too had cummed in the process. My fingers
where drenched in the fluid from her love hole. I had slowed down and stopped fingering her
pussy. As I lay relaxed on her lap, she gentle released my thing from between her legs. It fell
down in its collapsed state hanging between my legs. I took my fingers out of her love nest and
slid it along her big thighs patting it in the process. I thought my entire energy had drained. But
patting her plumpy thighs kindled new energy into my thing bringing it back into semi erect
state. I wondered if I had energy for one more play. Though I loved to try, that was too wild a
thought. I decided against any further plays as movie should be ending in another 10 minutes or
so. Reluctantly I got up from my kneeling position and sat on my seat. I checked and made sure
that no mess is seen outside of her under seat. She adjusted her saree and petticoat and soon we
were back to our self like any normal cinema goers. She looked at me and gave a wide smile as if
in gratitude.
We watched the move for a few minutes as it looked liked we don’t have anything else to do. But
I was not willing to let away for free the last few moments that I can have with her. So my hands
where still on her body, her belly, navel, boobs etc. Squeezing on to whatever parts of her body
that I can. She never seamed to get annoyed with me. But then every good times will have an
end. Soon it will be time for us to depart. I remembered that as per our agreement she would
leave the theatre just before the movie ends and the lights where turned on. And that I should
stay on and be the last man to leave the theatre. That was the agreement that I had with her, and I
should keep it unless something happens to make her decide otherwise. I didn’t have much time
left, and I fumbled in my pocket to get a small piece of paper that I have kept for her. I had
written my phone number in it which I gave to her. It is not the first time that I had given her my
number. While chatting too I had given her on few occasions. But she
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had never called me. Nevertheless I gave her again, just in case she changed her mind after our
meeting. She without any inhibitions took my number with a smile, but didn’t commit to call or
not to, just like all girls. But I was still happy. When I understood that soon the end credits will
be shown for the film (I have seen this movie before, so I knew it) I told her she should leave
soon. She adjusted her saree once more, then gave me a nudge on my shoulder and then rose
from her seat and walked towards the exit door in the darkness. I had to wait for a few more
seconds till the lights are on and the people started leaving. By the time I came out, as expected
she was no where to be seen. Probably would have taken an auto to the nearby bus station. Any
way I didn’t had any plans to follow her. So it didn’t matter to me as to where she left for. If she
had any plans of meeting me again, she will get in touch with me for sure. Probably the only
thing that I missed outside is a chance to see her in day light once more.
Any way I was happy with everything that happened. I was happy to have experienced
everything, except for one thing. Though I did a lot of things with her, I couldn’t actually fuck
her in the end. My thing could reach only till her inner legs and not her love hole. I felt like my
dick should have been a bit more longer to have reached her love nest. Any way if her thighs
itself could give me this much pleasure I wondered what my dick would have felt inside her love
hole. Another thing I missed is I couldn’t give much attention to her buts. Though my hand
caressed her from all sides and even her buttock, I couldn’t give more attention her buttock
deserved. Because for the entire session she was seated all the time which restricted my asses to
her soft plumb ass. May be I will get another session with her to explore on it.
Thinking about that encounter after a week since it happened, I felt like I was more than lucky
that day. Lucky to have experienced all that pleasure in a matter of 3 hours. Lucky to have come
out of it without getting caught. Though she had never contacted me by phone or mail till now, I
am still positive at heart. At times my mind still played many scenes from that encounter. My
senses still felt her big rounded boobs pressing against my hands, the hard nipples which I
kneaded, the wetness of her love hole, the depths of her navel, and the tightness of her huge
white thighs. I virtually fucked her every night since that day.
Hope my story was not too dragging and boring to you readers. This is my first story in English
(previously I had written one named “Yathrayiloode Thandiya Puthu Puthu Vazhikal” in a local
language). If you liked my story, do mail your comments and experience at
writervpa@gmail.com. If any of you girls would like to cam chat, phone chat can get in touch
with me at writervpa@gmail.com. If any of the girls like to share their mobile number and meet
in a situation like this, do mail me at writervpa@gmail.com. Before I Sign off let me share with
you three small observations on incidents that happened around me recently.
#1 I got a chance to see my uncle for the first time in 10 years after his marriage. I had heard that
he married the girl of his choice than the girl his relatives thought was best for him. Through
relatives I had heard that the girl is not that rich and not fare too. But he still went for her. I too
thought my relatives are right and that my uncle made a bad choice until I saw the uncle and
aunty that day. I should say that
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the aunty is not even as fare as the uncle. But still to my amazement I liked the aunty and began
to realize why my uncle liked her. Just one thing made her appealing. She had HUGE assets both
in the front and back making my uncle a wealthy person by itself. She is offcourse bit dark but,
but looks exactly like the erotic stone carvings of girls found in some temples. With boobs out of
proportionate and pointing out like rockets and a buttock that is good for anyone to cum in 1
minute. She to me felt like the goddess of sex and I clearly understood why my uncle went for
her. And the best part is I got to see her mind blowing shapes in close quarters in a day that I
stayed with them! So the story line is don’t get disillusioned by the color or wealth of a lady.
True wealth lies right inside, under her saree visible both to the lay men and trained eyes.
#2 I never thought I would see such a thing in my life. I am used to seeing women pull up the
side of their pallu to cover up their popping out blouse on several occasions. I am also used to
seeing women checking and covering up their bosome when they feel the intense gaze at them by
men around them. But this was the first time when I saw an aunty showing up her assets in
flashes and half hidden way by adjusting her pallu in open to reveal. She moved down the pallu
from her bossom to reveal flashes of her asset. That too when she realized that some people are
admiring her assets in open. That was the fist time I see someone doing that and I wonder if
many women does that on purpose for their own pleasure from being watched. It is upto my
women readers to give an answer to me.
#3 I always used to wonder what would be the feelings of those women who dress up in a way to
project out their assets in a sensual way. This thought occurred to me when I saw a mother and a
daughter in a textile shop. The daughter is just in her 14 or 15 with no special assets to talk
about. But it was her mother who caught my attention. I wondered how she managed to dress up
like that and dared to walk in open public with the attention of all male passer-by’s on her. What
else will I ask about this huge asseted women in her mid 30’s in tight jeans and t-shirt?. Her huge
boobs are pushing out the thin membrane of her t-shirt. It felt like it will pop out any moment if
we don’t catch it on time. Does she have any idea that all men will be grabbing her shaking
boobs and ass in their mind as much as they wanted? That everyone will be watching her each
and every moves devilishly enjoying her sensuous curves and the shows that she might be
giving. Whenever she leans down, it is a bonus for them. If ever she bends or raises her hand, her
boobs will project out even more sending the men to cum in their pants. Now the question is,
what is that she wanted to achieve with this voyeurism? That everyone deflower her virtually (or
in real if that could be managed). I have no idea about the intentions of women. I can only see
that her daughter is also dressed like her in tights, and it is a matter of time when her women
hood shows up as prominently as her mothers.
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