My name is Jay a young n sexy guy. I am 24 years old at that time. I’m from Surat, India. I had many experiences since I attained my adolescence and most of them you must have gone through my stories posted here. I hope, you have enjoyed them all. Once again I have come with a new one for you all to share with. One of the sexiest among them, which I was thinking to share since a long time, is here. It’s in 5 parts to conclude my experience in detail.
This happened to me when I was 23. I was staying in my Mom’s sister’s (Aunty) house in the city attending interviews. My uncle is a Sales Representative. He will be out of town for at least 25 days a month. My aunty was 31 years old that time. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. Her boobs are huge and those two cannot be kept within her bra and blouse. Most of the time when she is doing household work, her sari cannot cover her big boobs and her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong and beautifully shaped thighs were always centring of my attraction. Her tight ass is a bit big but goddamn sexy. One Friday morning I was sitting in my bedroom and reading a sex magazine which I got it from my friend. My uncle went on a tour as usual. Aunty called me and said can you help me? I have to go to the Groceries.” I went down the hall to her room. She was standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on was her black skirt and white bra.
Aunty has got a pretty good figure. Her beautiful hair compliments it. She’s average height, with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 38 cup bras in her drawers. She is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door. “Come here and hook this. Will you like to do it to me? I’m late.” She turned her back to me, still holding the ends of the bra straps. I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering. I had seen my Aunt in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a fingernail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She put the blouse on and buttoned it.
During very short time, I was able to look right at her boobs in the bra cups. The bra was rather structured with many stitching for reinforcing. The bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see skin through the lace. She disappeared down the hall and left home to the groceries. That was the first time in my life I saw a female like that. That morning I had an Interview. Later in the afternoon she got home just as I did. She asked, “How did the interview go?” I said, “OK, they said they would get back to me.” Aunt said “Come and tell me all about it.” as she walked to her room. She sat down on the bed and pulled her sari off. I was standing near the door. She stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as she took it off and hung it up. She said, “Well, what did they say? What type of job is it?” “They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in the evenings.” I said, not really thinking about it.
I was more interested in watching her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath. Would she really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back still to me. “Darling, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?” I stepped forward again, always ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. “Well, did you get the job?” She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off her shoulders. I was off to the side a little, so I could see the side of one breast under her arm as she reached up for a night gown. What a sight it was? Her breasts hung down some and swayed as she moved. “They look… Ah they’ll call me next week.” I stammered. Aunty pulled the night gown over her, covering up.” That is wonderful. Thanks for helping.”
As I turned to go, she threw the bra at me “That’s one of my favorites. Can you fix it?” I looked at it for a second and said “OK” smiling at her. She laughed, undid the night gown, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the night gown wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties. The breasts were tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my crotch. The next day, Aunty was home all day so I didn’t even have a chance to jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my cock turned me on and I usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get cum on them.