Hi fuck buddies, Sameer again. I hope everyone is wonderful and blessed with white drops, ready to sprinkle. This is a story of one of my story reader friends and he asked me to post it on his behalf
Now coming to the story, I am narrating from his point of view.
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Hi guys and girls, this is Praveen, a 28-year-old, unmarried guy from Bangalore, working as an accountant in a private firm with decent pay. I have been a regular reader of ISS for many years, but this is the first time I am penning down to write my first-ever story which happened 3 years ago.
Now, let’s come to the story. This happened between me and my neighbor aunty. Her name was Anjali, she was in her mid-thirties when this incident took place. She was from Tamilnadu, and due to her husband’s job, they shifted to Bangalore.
As I was staying alone in a 1 BHK and was new to that locality, I was not in touch with any of our neighbors except the landlord. I was just going to the office in the morning and back in the evening and that was my daily routine.
On one occasion, it was a holiday. So I went to buy some snacks at a nearby mart. After picking up the items, I went to the billing counter. In front of me, there was a lady. I placed my items on the track and so did she. Both of our items got mixed up and the billing guy made a single bill for us thinking we both are together.
I was embraced by the act but she said no need to worry and that I could repay after the billing was done. After coming out of the mart, I paid her my bill amount and we headed our ways.
After some days as I was coming home from work, I saw her with a child near my flat. We greeted each other and then I went to my flat. In the morning, she was two blocks away from my flat with her child waiting for the school bus. Then I got to know she was my neighbor and was staying two blocks away from mine.
Daily or occasionally, we used to greet each other. This went on for some days and one day, we got a chance to talk with each other regarding some issues of our street. We exchanged our numbers and started sharing some random messages. Those messages turned into casual conversations about our lives. She told me her husband was working two shifts. She was just a housewife and most of the time, she was free. Later our texts turned into calls and long random conversations.
One day, both her husband and child went to their native for holidays and my Tamil neighbor aunty was alone for three days. I invited her to a movie and dinner to which she agreed after some quiet hesitation.
Next, we planned to go out at noon and come by night. I got ready and texted her. She replied after 20 minutes and I went near her home, waiting for her. Then she came wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. I was stunned by her attire and beauty. She was glowing like a golden sun and I was lost staring at her. She waved toward me. I got back to my senses. We then went on my bike. We went to the movie and we did some shopping for me. I asked her to purchase what she needed and she said no need. I said I would gift her.
With some pleading, my Tamil neighbour aunty accepted my request and asked her to select whatever she wanted. She was just trying some casual outfits. I took her to the western section and asked her to try those. She tried some outfits and I asked her to take them all. Then we went to the dinner and came back.
For the first time, she invited me to her house. We went inside and she asked me to wait for tea. Then she went inside and changed her dress and came back with a glass of water. We started to chat about random things and she said this was the best day after many years as her husband was always busy with his work.
I got some ideas and asked her to try the dresses I gifted her and show them to me. She said she will try and go to her room. At that time, my tension was at its peak. She came in a red one-piece backless dress. My neighbour aunty was looking dead gorgeous and I complimented her by holding her hand. She blushed and with more courage. I said, “You look so hot and sexy” to which she said, “My husband never complimented me.”
I kissed her hands and her body shivered. So I stopped that act and said sorry to her. No words between us. I broke the silence and told her I was leaving. She held my hands and hugged me tightly and broke into tears. I was stunned, didn’t think it would happen. She said she was waiting for a man’s touch for many years and I made her a woman today.
She kissed me on my cheeks and lips. We started kissing each other like there was no tomorrow for more than 20 minutes, exchanging saliva and sucking tongue. We broke the kiss to breathe.
Then I took her to the couch in my arms and made her lie and started kissing from the forehead, eyes, and cheeks and licked her ears and again lip kissed her. I went down to her feet and started kissing and sucking from her toe and went to her thighs and removed her wet panty. I wanted to lick every part of my Tamil neighbour aunty. I asked her whether she had any honey or chocolate syrup. She said it was in the fridge and went to the fridge. I took the chocolate syrup and poured it on her pussy and started eating and sucking like a mad dog. She was moaning with pleasure and her juice came too early and drank all of it.
Next, she came on me and kissed all over my face and removed my shirt and started to bite my chest, and neck and suck my nipples with chocolate syrup. Within no time, she removed my pants and took my 6.5 inches (ca. 17 cm) cock and started giving handjob. Slowly, she took it in her mouth and started sucking it, feeling like I was on cloud nine. She was white in color and slim figure and even though she was 35 and a mother of a 6-year-old child, she had a measurement of 36-30-36 which she said later.
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