Hello ISS readers,
I’m Raj, 24, a typical guy, a typical guy. I am a regular ISS reader. I have been wanting to share my wildest encounter with my neighbour, Auntie Meera. She is 35 years old with a perfect body. Her stats are 38-34-36. Let me get on to the story.
I started work for a big company in Bangalore from another city, and recently moved to a gated apartment on the 4th floor with my friends. There are 4 houses on the floor. We are the only bachelor on that floor, as all of them were couples. When we arrived at our apartment, I noticed a couple living opposite.
We went to every neighbour’s house and introduced ourselves. That’s the first time I’ve seen Meera aunty. She was very beautiful, actually looking so sexy with a perfect body. I immediately got a hard-on when I saw her. From that day on, I knew I wanted her. I decided I would make her mine.
Days turned into weeks. I used to work from home, so I started looking through the door to see if I could catch a glimpse of her later. I noticed her husband was travelling a lot and she was staying alone most of the time. To describe her, she appears to be in her mid-30s.
Fair skin, big boobs, perfect ass. Totally she is looking like a sex goddess and I bet everyone would die to fuck her. So I waited for the perfect moment to peek in the door to see her beautiful body. To my luck, she is not even coming out of the apartment.
But daily, around 5 pm, she would go to the terrace to dry her clothes. I know that my best chance to introduce myself is to make her mine. I went, pretending to look at the city, but my eyes were searching for Meera Aunty. I finally saw her and approached her, gathering my courage to start a conversation with her.
I said, ‘Hi, I am Raj. I have recently shifted to 4B, which is opposite to your house.’
Meera Aunty turned toward me and said politely with her soft voice, ‘Hi, I am Meera. I saw you many times when you were going out.’
I was stunned to learn that she had noticed me. She added, ‘How are you?’
‘All good,’ I said, trying to sound casual. ‘Just thought I’d say hi. It’s nice to see a familiar face up here.’
Meera Aunty nodded, still busy with her clothes. ‘It is nice and calm from downstairs, nice, and the terrace is so beautiful,’ she added.
I jumped on that.’Yeah, I come here often to clear my head. Work can be stressful, you know?’
‘I can imagine that being young and in a new city must be challenging,’ she said, her voice softening a bit.
I got more courage and said, ‘It is, but meeting people like you makes it easier. You’re always so… calm. It’s inspiring.’
She laughed a little, then said, ‘Flattery will get you nowhere, Raj.’
‘I’m not flattering, I mean it. You’re beautiful, Aunty.’ I said with a flirty voice.
I felt a little bad, but I didn’t give up. ‘I know, Aunty. I’m sorry. I just… I couldn’t help myself.’
Meera Aunty exhaled and said, ‘Be careful, Raj. These things can cause trouble.’
I said, ‘I’ll be careful,’ I promised, my heart racing. ‘But can we at least be friends? I want to get to know you better.’
Meera Aunty thought about it, then nodded. ‘Alright, Raj. Friends. But that’s all.’
Over the next few weeks, Meera Aunty and I talked a lot on the terrace. We discussed everything. Her trips with her husband, my tough days at work, her love for cooking, and my passion for cricket. Slowly, the walls between us started to come down.
I gave her my number. Soon we were texting, starting with innocent messages, but then moving on to more personal ones. She texted and asked about my girlfriend, and I said, ‘Still, I am single and ready to mingle with a wink.’ She responded with a smiley.
Later, I texted her I am missing my hometown food. She tried to convince me and invited me for dinner, and I readily agreed. Meera Aunty said to come to her house around 7 pm. I was very excited and eager to make her mine. I went out to purchase a gift, and I saw a red and green saree.
Then I bought it for her with a bouquet and arrived at her apartment at the correct time, knocking on the door. To my surprise, Meera Aunty was wearing a deep-neck nightie. I was stunned to see her cleavage and my dick start to raise. I was lost in thought. She called my name twice.
I came to my senses and greeted her, presenting her with the bouquet and the saree. She blushed and felt good, then thanked me for the saree, as it was her favourite colour. I was on cloud nine. I gave her compliments on how her body would look beautiful in that saree. She blushed and said, ‘Thank you.’
Meera Aunty prepared dinner, and we both ate it. After that, she went into her room with the saree. I was sitting in her couch and thinking how to fuck her. After some time, she came out wearing the saree I had bought for her. I was stunned.
I can’t take my eyes from her body and by then my dick started to raise and she noticed it. I gave her a huge compliment, and she was blushing very hard. She came near me and sat with me on the couch. I was lost in her body and her aroma. She again called out my name, and I came back to my senses.
Later, Meera Aunty and I were talking casually. Then I decided it was time. ‘Aunty, can I ask you something?’
She looked at me, curious. ‘Of course, Raj. What is it?’
I took a deep breath. ‘Do you ever feel… lonely? When your husband’s away, I mean.’
Meera Aunty’s face dimmed, and she looked away. ‘Sometimes. It’s hard being alone, even if you’re used to it.’
I moved closer and said. ‘You don’t have to be alone, Aunty. I’m here for you.’
Meera Aunty’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a spark of desire in her. But then she came back to her senses, and she moved a step back. ‘Raj, stop. This is wrong. I’m a married woman.’
‘I know,’ I said, ‘But Aunty, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you.:
Before Meera Aunty could answer, I closed the space between us and started to kiss her on the lips. Meera Aunty started to push me against my chest. ‘Raj, no! Stop it!’
But I was not mood in leaving her without fucking. I kissed her again, harder, my hands sliding down her arms, pulling her closer. Meera Aunty resisted, her palms flat against my chest, but her body stopped resisting. Her lips parted slightly.
I took the chance to deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. I was kissing her like an animal. She started to push her tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately like no tomorrow. Meera Aunty’s resistance fully fade as my hands moved over her boobs inside her blouse.
I started to pressing her left boobs by putting my hand inside her saree. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any bra. I started to pressing both the boobs and it grown hard under my touch. She breathed heavily, her hands falling to her sides as a wave of desire washed over her.
‘Aunty,’ I murmured against her neck, my breath was hot and heavy. ‘You’re so beautiful. Let me make you feel good.’
Meera Aunty’s head fell back, her eyes closing as my lips moved down her neck, my hands working to remove her saree. She tried to protest, but her voice was weak, her body already surrendering to my touch. ‘Raj… I shouldn’t…’
‘Shh,’ I whispered, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist. ‘Just let go, Aunty. Let me take care of you.’ I added.
With shaky hands, she took me to her bedroom. Meera Aunty helped me take off her saree and blouse. My eyes widened at the sight of her boobs full and perfect, her nipples tight with desire. she was now standing nude only with her panties.
I leaned in, taking her full left boobs in my hand and right boobs into my mouth. It was hard and I started to sucking and biting it very passionately. My tongue swirling around it as Meera Aunty moaned softly, she placed her hand on my head and pushed towards her.
‘Oh, Raj,’ she whispered, her body blending towards me. ‘What are you doing to me?’
‘Making you feel good,’ I replied, my voice thick with desire. ‘Just like I promised.’
She then started to unbutton my shirt and tossed it to the floor. Then she unbuttoned my pants and removed them. I was in my underwear. Her hand started to move towards my underwear and she started to feel my dick over the underwear.
I moved my hands to her lower body. My fingers slipping under her panties and Meera Aunty’s breath raised as I slowly pulled it down, she closed her eyes and showing her shaved pussy. Her pussy was already wet. Her body shivered with excitement as my fingers traced her pussy.
‘Aunty,’ I moan, my soft voice. ‘You’re so wet. Let me taste you.’
Meera Aunty’s eyes fluttered open, locking with mine. ‘Raj… I…’
‘Trust me,’ I said, my voice gentle but firm. ‘Let me show you how good it can feel.’
With a nod, Meera Aunty stepped out, and I pushed her into the bed. My eyes devoured her, my desire for her overwhelming. I knelt before her, my hands gripping her hips as I started to went near her pussy. My mouth just above her pussy.
‘Raj,’ Meera Aunty whispered, her hands resting on my head
‘Shh,’ I said, my breath against her sensitive skin. ‘Just relax, Aunty. Let me take care of you.’
And with that, my mouth went down. My tongue parted her lips as I tasted her for the first time. Meera Aunty was breathing heavily, her hands tightening in my hair. I licked her eagerly, my tongue exploring every wet inch of her.
‘Oh, Raj… yes…lick me…this is the first time some licked my pussy…even my husband doesn’t do it….lick me hard…I am all yours,’ she moaned, her body trembling as pleasure flowed through her. ‘Right there… oh, yes…’
I smiled against her, my tongue flicking her clit as I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. I put my fingers inside her to help with what my mouth was doing. Meera Aunty’s moans got louder. The room was filled with her moans.
Her legs locked my head and her hand started to push my head deep into her pussy. I lick her pussy like a hungry dog.
‘Raj… I’m… I’m going to…’ she moans loudly.
‘Cum for me, Aunty,’ I whispered, my voice muffled against her. ‘Let go. I want to feel your cum’
And with that, Meera Aunty’s body broke apart. Her orgasm ripping through her pussy as she cried out my name, her juices filling my mouth. I drank her in, my tongue never stopping. I enjoyed her release, my fingers still stroking her until she stopped trembling.
As Meera Aunty’s breathing slowed, I stood up, my eyes never leaving hers. ‘Aunty,’ I said, my voice thick with desire. ‘That was just the beginning.’ Meera Aunty’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her resistance finally gone. ‘Then what are you waiting for, Raj? Take me.’
And just like that, our secret romance began.
I hope everyone enjoyed the story. I will explain the Full story in the next parts that how I made Meera Aunty my bitch.
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