Amorous Army Aunty

Those were bachelor days when I had just got into a job in an industry located outskirts of chennai. I was looking for a suitable house to move in and was disappointed with the surroundings around my factory. On a suggestion from a friend of mine I started looking in a small suburb around 5 kms away from the factory. Although there were many desirable houses in there and empty too, being a bachelor I was not very welcome. Spending a whole of a sunny sunday looking for a house, I was at the end of my patience when I spotted a to-let sign on a small but neat house. I walked in and pressed the bell and the door was opened by a housemaid. I was made to sit in the sitting room and the maid left saying she would call the 'maim sahab'. The room was neat and furnished and a series of photos decorated the walls. I could see an old family photo with an army officer, wife and two kids, one large photo of the army officer but with garland indicating the person had died. I could make out that the lady of the house was an army officer's wife and probably a widow. There were photographs showing daughters wedding and son's decoration of an army officer, etc.. 

As I was looking at the photos, the landlord lady came and enquired about my visit. The lady was about 45, very beautyful and of small frame and was wearing well matching dress. I stated the purpose of my visit, my background and the troubles I have finding a house.

" Are you married ?", she asked. I told her that I had just got into a job and not yet having any thoughts about settling so soon. 
"I am not keen to let my house for bachelors. However you can see the portion, if you wish", she said.
As I was not inclined to walk into the sun so soon, I agreed to have a look. She took me upstairs from a flight of stairs behind the house to a small family tenament above. Of all the houses I had seen this was the best, coziest and very neat and tidy. 
I turned to her and said "Madam, this is just the thing I am looking for but you seem to have reservations about giving on rent to me".

She immediately said "Don't mistake me, I have nothing against you but around here bachelors are generally avoided"
I thanked her and started to go. As we were walking down the stairs, she said "Come inside and have a cup of coffee, will you please". On reaching inside the house, she called her maid and asked her to make coffee for both of us. During the waiting period, she asked me a lot of questions about my family, education, work, etc. and looked impressed when I told that I was a engineer. While sipping coffee, she suddenly made a decision and said " Somehow, I am inclided to let you the house for rent but my rent is likely to be high", saying so she quoted a price. This was quite high for me but I accepted because the place was too nice to give up. 

The following week-end I brought my things and went up to to the house and started arranging things. Half-way through aunty brought me coffee and invited me to lunch much against my wishes. During lunch we discussed about our families. I learnt that her husband was in the army and was killed in action 5 years ago. But he had left her this house and pension amount was good enough to see her through. Her son had also joined army and was in action at some remote place. Her daughter was married off. So she was living alone and the maid came during the day time to help her. I started calling her "army aunty" and she in turn called me "Raju". 

Though the house was costly, I was very glad I took it because of such nice environment and hassle free landlady. I gradually started liking the aunty and admiring her. She was really beautiful with well shaped body and felt bad she had already lost her husband. From photographs I had seen that her husband was short, fat, dark, looking almost wicked and it was in total contrast to aunty and her mannerisms. Her daughter too looked plum and dark but fortunately good looking thanks to aunt. Her son was really handsome, all due to his mother. 

I had only respect and nothing else for army aunty until one day. That was a working day but I had worked late at night and had decided to relax and go to factory only by lunch time. I got up late and was brushing my teeth when I heard sounds of washing clothes from below. From first floor through the window I could see aunty washing clothes just below where I stood at the window. Aunty was rinsing and squeezing wet clothes. She had her saree wound tight to prevent it falling in to the bucket. As she bent down to rinse again, I got a direct look at her blouse. Through the V-cut of her blouse I could see her bulging boobs, almost jumping out of her blouse. Suddenly my penis was aroused and from that moment onwards I started fantasizing about army aunty. For whole of near to 20 mins I watched aunty bend down again and again exposing her breasts to me. When she finished and left, I ran to the bathroom and masterbated immediately. What a pair of breasts? If only I could fondle them and suck them !

I was a bachelor no doubt but I had not yet had my first sexual experience till then. Although eager to get experience, I had been careful not to get involved in any woman for fear of making bad choices. My fantasizing habits now had a new woman - army aunty. I was determined to watch her again and again from the top. I quickly learnt that aunty did not like her maid washing clothes and everyday she washed herself. With this knowledge, whenever I could manage to delay going to office, I would silently walk to the window and watch aunty bend and display her beautiful boobs day after day. Watching aunty, I would slowly unbuttom my pants and take out my errect penis and massage it up and down fantasizing about making love to aunty. When aunty finished washing, my hand would rub my oversized penis up and down vigorously till I ejaculated there and then. This went on for a couple of months. One day as usual, aunty was washing clothes and I was massaging my penis and suddenly without control I moaned loudly with sudden onset of ejaculation. Aunty must have heard this, for she abruptly stopped washing and looked everywhere to locate the source. I quickly ducked as she diverted her attention above and prayed to god she did not see me. As soon as aunty left, I silently went down and without making smallest sound left the house to factory. I was afraid aunty might be annoyed with me but that evening when I met her she didnot say a word to me. From then on I was very careful but I could never stop watching aunty's boobs, they were too sexual to give up. 

The following saturday was off for me and as usual I got up late to watch aunty. She didnot wash clothes that day. I was very disappointed. I was about to have bath when the bell rang. Aunty's maid was at the door and she told me that aunty wanted me to have lunch with her. Many a times aunty had called me for lunch this was no exception.I took bath and went down. Aunty was alone in the house and table was arranged. I had a simple but tasty lunch with aunty and during lunch discussed all and sundry subjects. After lunch aunty and self sat in the front room. The day was hot with breeze and aunty closed the door and sat near to my chair. While discussing various things, she suddenly asked me, 

" Raju, when are you getting married? "
I was not prepared for this question but said " I need to settle in job first. I also have my younger sister to marry off. After that ...."
"How long will that be?" she asked
I said "May be after a year and a half"

"You should at least have some girl friends till then " she said with a mischievous smile
"No aunty, I am afraid of present day girls", I said and really meant that
"You are not afraid of aunties though" she said and gave first indication to me that she knew my watching habits. I felt very embarassed and my face must have said a lot of things. " I didnot except you to behave indiscreetly" she continued.

I had to plead with her. " aunty, I am really ashamed and sorry for my behaviour. Please pardon me" i said
" Don't feel so bad Raju, after all you are a bachelor, young at heart and curious but watching your landlady like that .....", I had no defence for this and kept quite.
I said sorry once again and cursed myself for indiscretion and mentally prepared to leave the place once aunty asked me to go. "You atleast had the courage to tell the truth" she continued. I did not respond but looked helplessly at her. She smiled at me and got up to come and sit beside me. She held my head and forcibly turned towards her and said "hey, don't punish yourself. To tell the truth I enjoyed it too". I looked at her in surprise and her eyes were looking at me naughtily. She pulled my head towards her and kissed me on my cheeks. Very first kiss from a woman was electrifying for me. She pressed her lips again and again on my face and with a sudden decision brought her lips close to mine and kissed strongly on my lips. Her lips were thin, wet and eager. 

She got up abruptly and said " Raju, close the front door properly and come to my bedroom. We have work to do" and went. I was rooted to my chair with this sudden remark from her and torn between lust and righteousness. This indecision lasted for a couple of seconds. I got up slowly, locked the front door and moved to her bedroom. I pushed the door open and there she stood waiting for me. She had removed her saree and was wearing only bra and panties. Her fair body was glowing and aunty looked beautiful and sexy. She smiled, came to me and put her arms around my neck. She kissed on my lips and said "Come to bed Raju, my body needs you badly". She led me to the bed and made me sit on it. She pulled my head once again and rained kisses on me. " You never had experience with woman before ?" she asked and giggled when I said no. " My husband was not a virgin when I married him and so I don't know how a virgin man tastes" she said.