My profession brought me to Gujarat, a place full of good-looking females. Their beauty and dressing sense, their simplicity and their smartness instantly floored me. The way Gujju babes zoomed past my bike in twos and threes surely amazed me, but also intrigued my inherent tendencies of curiosity and fantasy.

I wanted to know them from close quarters and how much they enjoyed their life. I wanted to feel them, to touch their deepest desires (if they had any) and run them wild in my arms.

Luck was on my side when I met a married woman in her early twenties, recently married and hence oozing with the juices of being married and been-there-done-that attitude. Her husband was mostly on sites and hence she was always alone at home with her in-laws who were not so caring about her. Not that they hated her, but maybe would have preferred a more eligible daughter-in-law for their son, had he not fell in love with this damsel.

So, what followed was a formal introduction as good neighbors and then random phone calls from her to me at odd hours of the day and night.

From her conversation, I realized that her marriage was a job not well done and she regretted for marrying off in haste. Her husband soon turned out to be a “don’t care” attitude guy – who did not think it important to love his wife after marriage as well.

So, this gujju wife’s days passed off in cooking, cleaning the house (all gujju females do that in their house), attending to the in-laws and of course, making phone calls to me.

When I had first shifted to their neighborhood, I used to stare away at their mother, Sunita Aunty. She always wore salwar suits without a dupatta and so I longed to see her bend forward to have a peek at her cleavage. She was aware that I used to wait at the verandah of my second floor apartment, which used to face her bedroom to see her. I used to pretend that I was enjoying my evening cup of coffee and music, but actually all my senses were on her bedroom.

Her bedroom had an attached bathroom whose door was right in my sight from the verandah. So, every evening as darkness fell, she would step into her bedroom, open her almirah, throw out some clothes as to show me which one she should wear for the evening. As innocent as I pretended to be, she would throw a casual smile at me as if to say, I know what you are at right now, but I pretended not to get the hints at all.

I would watch her undress till all she wore was the undergarments and then, as if to hide from me, she would dash off into the bathroom. She liked doing that because she knew I would wait for her to come out of the shower. And when she did come out, she would be all wet and dripping, as if to show me how she wiped off the water from her body. She had a good figure and I was surprised that age had not hindered the curvature of her breasts and beautiful waist. She flowed around in her room like an angel without feathers. Water dripping from her body, she would use one towel to cover her body and another to wipe off the excess water. I knew for sure that she could have done that bit of cleaning inside only, but ever since I showed interest in her, she would do the wiping off in her bedroom. No issues for me, as I was missing all the action in this part of the country and such a lovely sight in the evenings was a good way to pass off my idle hours.

After wiping off the water from her wet body, she would use powder and perfume all over her body, under the armpits and sometimes even in-between her thighs. Such sights aroused my senses and she realized that. As if teasing me was not enough, she would merrily throw off her body towel and quickly put on her evening clothes. In most occasions, she would put on her night suit, which was a satin flowery print in pink and blue. It was quite transparent and so she would make it a point not to wear her brassiere and panty. That way, I could catch a glimpse of her tight breasts and well-rounded butt when she would come out of her bedroom into the verandah for hanging the wet towels.

Sunita aunty loved to see my eyes wander into her clothes right up to her firm nipples, and she loved every moment of this. Infact, many a times, she would linger on in the verandah before hanging the towels, with swift looks and smirks at me.

Sunita aunty’s husband was in the transport business and was out of home on most days of the week. With her elder daughter married off and the younger one staying out late with friends, she had no one to talk to. Many evenings, I would see her walk up and down her apartment as if searching for something and then I realized that she was trying to find out some work to do to kill her time.

That struck me – maybe I can befriend her. So I started out my venture by purposefully knocking at her door one evening after ensuring that no one else was at home. As soon as she opened the door, I apologized to her for knocking on the wrong door and pretended to be on my way out. No sooner having turned my back, she asked me if it was okay for me to come and chat with her, as I was her new neighbor and she felt like introducing herself to me incase I needed any help at any time.

Help?? I thought to myself, more that that I needed to fuck her real hard, just to experience the feeling of fucking a two-time mother and a thirty seven year old sexy Gujju woman.

But it was okay to start on a defensive front. Help? Sure, why not?

As soon as I stepped in, I could smell that fragrance all over her body and my senses started working overtime. Sunita aunty was all over my mind and I wanted to have her, then and there. Trying my best not to show my urge, I asked for a glass of water and she went into the kitchen. Soon, I heard her scream and rushed in to find her on the floor. She has slipped on the marble floor and hurt her back and knees. No cuts, but she was in pain.

Holding her in my arms, I took her back to her bedroom and lay her face side down. She asked me not to worry, but here I was – the chivalrous young lad willing to help aunties in distress. I convinced her that she needed a good massage of her back and knees and she readily obliged.

With her lying in front of me, my hands trembled as I started to unbutton her dress so that I could reach her injured spot. Soon, I had my hands on her bare back and was gently massaging away all over her back. My manhood was slowly rising from sleep and since I was wearing shorts, she also felt the bulge in my zip.

With the other hand, I started to loosen her way up to the thighs so that I could massage her injured knees. Now, it was getting worse. Sunita aunty lay almost nude in front of me and I was massaging her back and knees. She could sense the thrill in my fingers and all of a sudden, asked me to stop. All my sexual instincts came to a crash as she got up from her bed. I thought to myself that the end of my sexual episode had come.

But no sooner than that, she took my hands and put them inside her bra and started kissing me wildly all over my body. There I was, caressing her firm nipples and also undressing her completely. Now aunty stood before me in her best, totally nude and burning hot.

I started exploring and very soon was eating into her hot body with both my hands firmly holding onto her ass. My feelings knew no bounds as I started ramming my deft fingers into her vagina and heard her moan and beg to stop. But I had completely lost my control and was not in a mood to stop. I turned her and rammed my dick into her vagina, throwing her off guard. She never expected me to do so, but at the same time also enjoyed the unexpected pain. It was December and yet we both were sweating like pigs.

She pulled my hair, bit my chest and starting scratching my back with her sharp nails, but I did not stop. The faster I rammed her, the louder her screams became. I could feel her melting in my arms and licked away her sweat in an effort to give her some cooling effect. But she wanted more from me. As my dick came out of her wet vagina, she clambered to the nearest table, held on to the table and got up. I followed her, both of us nude, wet and wild. She went up to the fridge and took out some of the left over vanilla ice cream from the previous night. She wanted me have that ice-cream not the usual way with spoon, but to lick all of that ice cream after I pasted it all over her body.

As an obedient boy, I took the bowl of ice cream and with her in my other arm, led her into the bedroom floor. The marbled floor was already wet and slippery and she lay there with her breasts pointing towards me.

I took the ice cream and started applying it all over her body as if pasting a stone with mud. Aunty moaned and purred as I creamed her breasts, navel, armpits, lips, neck, waist, thighs, clit, vagina and her asshole. And then I did a rather clean job much to my enjoyment, licking off the cream from all over her body.

As I licked and bit her nipples, she wriggled in ecstasy and took my head and pushed it hard into her clit, as if to say, “there is better stuff down below”. My tongue worked overtime to lick into her hungry lips below and mischievously bit her clit and played with her buttonhole. I have never ass-fucked a woman and so this was the perfect opportunity to try this art too. She readily obliged and I rammed my rod into her firm ass, holding her breasts cupped in my hands as she cried out and sweated in my arms. Asking me repeatedly to stop, I brought her face to my manhood and like a magnet, in went my dick into her hungry mouth. She ate my dick so hard that I finally shagged on her and she liked my gel. After a hectic hour, we both ended up in the shower with me washing her off all the ice cream and her washing me off all the sweat.

It was an evening to remember. Sunita aunty loved it so much that she wanted me to come to her place again and again. But I realized that it was not such a good idea, with me being an outsider regularly visiting her place in her hubby’s absence. So the next few weeks went by without any action of any sorts until one evening…