Aunty Raichal

Let me introduce myself. I am Max (name changed, obviously). I am about 5’6″ with a slightly muscular physique, and my size is about 5 to 6 inches. The heroine of this story is Raichal Antony. She is about 5’5″ and 35 years old, an aunty who looks like a B-grade actress, similar to actress Reshma, with medium-sized breasts and a big ass.

From a young age, I was into older women. I’ve found myself increasingly drawn to them. There’s something incredibly captivating about the maturity and confidence they exude. I love the depth of their experiences and the way they carry themselves – it’s a unique blend of allure and wisdom that I find irresistible. It’s not just about age; it’s the richness of their lives and the stories they carry that truly fascinates me.

It was a typical Saturday evening, and I had decided to take the bus home after a long day. As I boarded the bus, I was immediately struck by how packed it was. The bus was filled with ladies and gentlemen, all trying to find a spot to stand or sit. I managed to squeeze my way in, but I ended up standing near the front of the bus, surrounded by a group of ladies. The bus lurched forward, and I stumbled slightly, trying to regain my balance.

As the bus continued to move, the crowd shifted and pushed, and I found myself being pushed to the front of the bus. I tried to hold my ground, but it was no use – I was slowly but surely being pushed towards the ladies standing in front of me. Before I knew it, I was in an awkward position, with my crotch being rubbed against the ass of the woman in front of me. I felt a surge of embarrassment and annoyance at the constant pushing from behind, but I tried to brush it off, thinking that it was just an accident.

But as the pushing continued, I started to feel a sense of discomfort. I didn’t want to be in this position, and I certainly didn’t want to be rubbing up against some stranger’s ass. I tried to shift my weight and move away, but it was no use – the crowd was too dense, and I was stuck. Just as I was starting to get really annoyed, the woman in front of me turned around and looked at me. Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. It was Raichal, the woman who would change everything.

When I saw Raichal, I was taken aback by her beauty. Her figure was stunning, with great white, milky skin that seemed to glow in the dim light of the bus. Her curves were accentuated by the saree she was wearing, which draped fluidly around her body, highlighting her feminine features. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes fixed on her face and body. And then, I felt it – a sudden and intense erection. My boner was raging, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Raichal’s saree was a beautiful shade of red, with intricate patterns and designs that seemed to dance across the fabric. It was a traditional Indian garment, one that accentuated her curves and highlighted her beauty. As she turned to look at me, I could see the anger in her eyes, but I could also sense a spark of curiosity. She seemed to be sizing me up, trying to determine what kind of person I was. And then, she felt it – the push from behind, and the sensation of my dick rubbing against her ass.

At first, she seemed taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise. But then, she turned around, her eyes flashing with anger. I thought I was in trouble, that she was going to yell at me or worse. But instead, she just looked at me, her eyes locked on mine. I could sense a spark of attraction between us, a sense of connection that went beyond just physical proximity. And then, she didn’t say anything. She just looked at me, her eyes searching mine, as if trying to determine what I was thinking. The moment hung in the air, suspended in time, as we stood there, locked in a silent understanding.

As the moments passed, I found myself frozen in a mixture of fear and anticipation. The fear of being caught, of being rejected, or of being judged by the people around us was palpable, but the anticipation of what could happen next was overwhelming. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and slowly began to muster up the courage to continue. It was as if my body was moving on its own, my fingers instinctively reaching out to touch Raichal’s body.

I started to roll my fingers from her butt to her navel, feeling the softness of her skin and the gentle curves of her body. My touch was gentle, yet deliberate, and I could sense Raichal’s body responding to my caress. As I continued to touch her, I also began to rub my dick on her ass, feeling the friction and the heat building up between us. The sensation was exhilarating, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal.

As I touched and rubbed against Raichal, I could sense her body beginning to respond. She started to stick her butt out, subtly at first, but then more deliberately, as if she was trying to increase the contact between us. I could feel her rubbing herself against my pant, the friction and the pressure building up, and I knew that she was turned on. The realization sent a surge of excitement through my body, and I felt my boner growing harder and more insistent.

Without thinking, I began to place my boner on her ass crack, feeling the warmth and the softness of her skin. At the same time, I reached out and squeezed her boob over her blouse, feeling the weight and the texture of her breast. The sensations were overwhelming, and I felt like I was losing myself in the moment. There were people around us, watching and waiting, but I didn’t care. I didn’t give a damn about what they thought or what they saw; all that mattered was the connection between Raichal and me.

In that moment, nothing else existed. It was just us, lost in our own little world of desire and passion. We were two people, connected by our bodies and our lust, and nothing else mattered. I didn’t bother about the consequences, about the potential risks, or about the social norms. All that mattered was the sensation, the feeling, and the connection between us.

But as the bus continued to move, Raichal’s stop approached, and she began to get off. My heart began to drop, feeling a sense of loss and disappointment. I didn’t want the moment to end, didn’t want to lose the connection that we had established. And then, just as she was about to leave, she turned around and gave me a look. It was a look that spoke a thousand words, a look that conveyed desire, invitation, and promise. It was a look that said, “Follow me,” and I knew that I had to obey.

That was the moment I decided to get off at her same stop. I didn’t think twice, didn’t hesitate, and didn’t consider the consequences. All I knew was that I had to follow her, had to see where the moment would take us, and had to explore the connection that we had established. I got off the bus, following Raichal as she walked away, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. I knew that I was taking a risk, knew that I was stepping into the unknown, but I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to her, drawn to the moment, and drawn to the promise of what could happen next.

As she saw me, she gave a smile, and I could sense a hint of mischief in her eyes. She began to walk on her way, and I started to follow her, trying to maintain a safe distance. I was about 50 steps behind her, giving her enough space to feel comfortable, yet close enough to keep an eye on her. She knew that I was following her, but she didn’t seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to be enjoying the attention.

As we walked, the distance between us remained constant, with me trailing behind her. She continued to walk for 200 meters, her hips swaying gently with each step, until we finally reached her house. She opened the gate and got in, but instead of closing the door behind her, she left it open for me. It was an invitation, and I knew that I was welcome to enter.

I got in through the door and closed it behind me, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. I saw her walking into the bedroom, and I followed her, my eyes fixed on her body. I went behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and hugged her from behind, pulling her close to me. I kissed her on the neck, and she let out a moan, her body responding to my touch. She turned around, and we began to kiss, our lips locked in a passionate embrace.

As we kissed, I grabbed her breast and squeezed it, feeling the softness of her skin. I hungrily began to suck on it through her blouse, and she moaned again, her body arching towards me. Her breast was soft and smooth, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I picked her up and placed her in the bed, and then I began to undress her. I removed her saree, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, revealing her milky white breasts with rose-pink nipples. The sight took my breath away, and I couldn’t control myself anymore.

I quickly removed my clothes and jumped on those milky white boobies, feeling like a starving man who had finally found food. I sucked and bit her nipples, and she moaned and writhed beneath me. But when my sucking and biting became too hard, she asked me to slow down, her boobies now full of hickey marks. I apologized, but I couldn’t help myself; I was too caught up in the moment.

We kissed again, and this time, she rolled on top of me, removing her skirt and underwear. I was rock-hard now, my dick throbbing with anticipation. She slowly began to place herself on top of me, and I could feel her warmth and wetness as she eased herself onto me. She began to move back and forth, her hips swaying gently, and the noise she made was like music to my ears. It awakened some sort of primal instinct in me, and I couldn’t hold it any longer.

I rolled on top of her, put her leg on my shoulder, and began to fuck her hard, like it was my last fuck. She began to scream, squirt, and twitch, her body responding to my thrusts. But I gripped her tight and didn’t let her go, my hands holding her in place as I pounded into her. She pulled me tightly towards her and began to scratch my back, but I didn’t feel a single bit of pain. In fact, it only added to the pleasure, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

After pulling me closest to her body, she bit me on my trap, just below my neck, and it felt like ecstasy. The pain and pleasure mixed together, creating a sensation that I had never experienced before. And then, I couldn’t hold it any longer; I released all my seeds, fully squeezed my butt, trying to go as deep as possible. It was a moment of pure bliss, and I felt myself melting into her body.

After I finished, I fell on top of her, my dick still inside her, and we both lay there, exhausted and spent. We fell asleep, our bodies entwined, and I didn’t wake up until hours later, when she shook me awake, telling me that her husband was almost home. I quickly got up, still feeling the effects of our lovemaking, and we showered together, washing away the sweat and the memories of our passion.

As we got dressed, I kissed her, thanked her for the special moment, and left like nothing ever happened. I passed by her place once in a while, but I never bothered her again, respecting her boundaries and her marriage. She never tried to contact me either, but I still remember that moment to this day, the memory of our passion and our love etched in my mind like a scar. It was a moment that I would never forget, a moment that would stay with me forever.

I never asked her for her number or any contact info because I knew she was married, and I didn’t want to ruin her marriage for this. I hope everyone enjoyed my story. Peace out.

Any women interested in a one-night stand or just friendship can contact me at [email protected].