Sexual Encounters Between Megha Aunty And Me – Pt 1

Thank you, readers, for your likes and comments on my previous post. I’ve decided based on your reception to share some other memorable experiences I’ve had. This one is from long ago, while I was beginning my undergrad and was extremely attracted to an aunty in my neighborhood.

Megha aunty would go about on her evening and morning walks just like all the uncles and aunties in the neighborhood. Only, she would always walk either by herself or with her dog and rather briskly. While nearly everyone else was either with their husbands or a group of aunties.

What was also different about Megha was that she seemed fairly modern. To be fair, I lived in a particularly conventional part of India at that point. It didn’t take much for anyone to stand out that way. Yet, her hair tied back, she must have been in her late 30s.

She had the vibe of a person who wasn’t defined by age. All of this could have entirely been my imagination as I had never spoken a word to her at this point. I mean I had heard my mom talk to her a few times but I had never directly even said hello.

But what caught my eye about her, as it did I’m sure every other male and perhaps lesbian in the neighborhood, was her body. She was so beautifully thick. Big boobs, wide hips, and a big ass, yet a body that had a beautiful curvy shape. Believe me, that description isn’t fantasy at all, she actually was ‘all that’.

And I would shamelessly perv on her everytime I’d see her pass by! On one such occasion, I was driving my parent’s car back. I noticed her walking, briskly as always. Her boobs and her ass bobbing up and down in her usual form-fitting kurta. My eyes were just glued to her and I was checking her out – properly.

I looked up suddenly to see she was looking right at me. I realized the windshield might not have been as reflective as I thought. She had caught me staring right at her body. I was busted, freaking out, and scared I was going to get into trouble.

But as she walked into another road, she just looked down and appeared to be blushing and trying not to laugh. I was a bit relieved but still pretty nervous. Anyway, I drove home and that was the end of that. Over the next few days, I couldn’t help but think of her expression.

She didn’t seem angry or disgusted. She seemed amused and was even blushing a bit. Was she simply used to it and took it as a compliment, or could there be something more to it? Well as a horny teenager of 18, I decided against my better judgment, to find out. So I waited over the next few days for an opportunity.

One such opportunity came up while I was walking to the neighborhood grocery store. A small supermarket where most of our neighbors bought their daily needs. As I was walking in, I saw Megha aunty, by herself yet again, struggling to carry five large bags of groceries out of the shop.

I went to her and asked, “Excuse me, aunty. Do you need some help?”

She looked up surprised, almost reluctant, but said with a sigh of relief, “Yes please, I would actually not mind. I didn’t plan on buying so much.”

I said, “No one ever does!” smiling, and grabbed half of the bags.

“Thanks so much. You’re Rohan right, Preeta’s son? I’m Megha.”

Again, wasn’t used to aunties introducing themselves just by their names back then. “Yes, aunty. I know, I’ve seen you around- I mean talking to mum and stuff.”

That was deliberate, I’ll admit. She seemed not to notice as she opened the boot of her car and we loaded the bags into it. She said, “Thanks Rohan that was very kind of you.” She looked around and said, “How have you come. Did you walk here?”

I said, “Yes, but that’s alright I’ll just walk back.”

“Nonsense, no go get your stuff, I’ll wait in the car, I’ll drop you home.”

Happy to oblige, I quickly ran into the shop, bought my soap and deodorant and ran back out to her car.

“Ok let’s go,” she said, smiling.

Damn, that smile too. I tried making conversation. “So a lot of groceries. You must be cooking up a feast.”

She laughed, “Not really! I’m just trying to make a big batch of pasta for uncle and his friends. They are having a get-together.”

“Ok nice,” I said. “How come I’ve never seen uncle around?”

She glanced at me, I felt almost sternly, but answered, “Well he is a busy, busy man. He is an architect with his own firm so he undertakes projects in a lot of places.”

I didn’t comment on that. I just said, “Ok well I’m sure the pasta is going to come out just fine.” She smiled and said, “Thanks beta. Chalo anyway. We’ve reached your place. Thanks for helping me out.”

“No problem aunty it was nice talking to you. Bye”

It was actually nice talking to her. It was more like talking to a friend than an aunty. And I was relieved she wasn’t angry about me checking her out or that she didn’t remember it.

That weekend I was sitting in the tiny park our society had, reading a novel when suddenly someone said, “Sidney Sheldon? Interesting choice of books.”

I looked up and it was Megha aunty with her dog. She sat down, panting. “Just something to kill time,” I said, smiling.

I played with her dog, and we just started talking, about random things. It was just two people getting to know each other and the age difference didn’t seem to matter.

Finally, after a while, I asked her, “aunty if you don’t mind me asking. Why do I always see you by yourself? I’m not trying to be rude. Just wondered.”

She looked at me for a second, as if trying to decide just how much to share and said, “Well I don’t really get along with any of the other women around here. They seem to find me too different or vice versa. And my marriage, well was an arranged marriage to sort of merge our families.”

“But as of now, it seems to be only an arrangement. I mean I don’t mind him working as long as he has to, but he just doesn’t seem interested even when he’s here. We rarely spend time together. This was not how I was raised or lived my life until marriage. But it’s my reality right now. So I just keep myself busy, go for walks, learn new recipes, stuff like that. Sitting idle can be very frustrating.”

I took a minute to absorb all that. She wasn’t upset or complaining or anything. She said everything in a matter of fact way. And I actually felt bad for her.

“Well, it’s their loss,” I said. “Because I think you’re absolutely fun to be around.” She looked at me for a second, then just smiled and said nothing. “As for your marriage, your husband must be blind because not only are you fun to be with, but you are absolutely gorgeous.”

She looked up, surprised to hear me get so bold with her. “Thank you. That’s kind of you.” She looked right in my eye, kind of intense.”Anyway, I should get going. You-you enjoy that book.” She seemed kind of vulnerable.

“Can I have your number before you go?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said instantly and gave me her number.

“Call me tomorrow. I still have some of that pasta. You should tell me how it is,” she said, walking away.

I wasn’t sure, but I think I had successfully asked Megha aunty out. The next day I waited as long as I could and texted her at about 10 am.

Me- Is the invite still good for Pasta?

About five minutes later

Megha – Yup, come over!

Me – I’ll be there in half an hour.

Megha – Slowpoke.

I was there in 20 minutes and eyed her up and down as she opened the door in a simple black t-shirt and tight shorts. I was thinking screw the last I want to start on those legs. She greeted me with a hug and she smelled really pleasant.

“So you must be really hungry today. It’s barely 11 and you’re already in the mood for pasta.” She said, teasing.

“Well yes among other things,” I said.

“What other things?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

She laughed. “Well come to sit in the kitchen. I’m still heating it up.”

She kept giving me glances as I was sitting. I wasn’t sure if she was just playing or she was encouraging me to make a move. Neither of us had forgotten the intensity with which we were looking into each other’s eyes the evening before.

I just held my head in my hands and stared at that delicious body. “Come here, help me stir,” she said. I guess realizing I was too afraid to make any real move.

As I got there she didn’t move, so I reached around her and grabbed the spoon while she poured in the pasta sauce. She looked sideways at me, our faces close together and said “Gently, you don’t want to break the pasta”

I turned to her to say “Ok” but realized how close our faces were, so I just gently rubbed my nose against her cheeks.

She smiled and turned towards me and that was it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I held her by her waist and started kissing her passionately. Almost immediately, she held my neck and started licking my tongue with hers, pulling me close.

We kissed as if it was all we were both waiting for. Finally, she said, “I thought you were never going to do it”

“I was so nervous, aunty.”

“Not aunty anymore, Megha. Just Megha”

I kissed her again, sucking her tongue and I slipped my hand inside her shorts. That ass was so gorgeous. Big and soft. I squeezed it hard and she moaned. We barely spoke a word, we were both hungrily exploring each other bodies.

I kissed her neck, licked it all over, while I squeezed her boobs over her t-shirt. She stopped, removed her top and put my hand on her bra. She drove me nuts with that. I started biting her neck while I played with the boobs. I then popped one out and started sucking on it.

She moaned, “Yes, yes Rohan, suck it harder.”

I sucked and licked for a while and then pushed her on the counter. I removed her shorts and her panties and started licking her pussy. Sucking her clit hard while I fingered her.

She moaned out and said “Oh god yes. Kick me harder.” She reached down to my hand and made me put two fingers in and finger her even harder. She was so sexy in the sounds she made, the way she tasted, and the way she seemed to want it.

After a while of licking her, she said, “Rohan, you’re driving me crazy. I want your cock inside me. Make love to me.”

She got off the counter, pulled me into the living room and made me sit on the couch. Then she pulled my jeans down while I removed my t-shirt. She took my cock and slid it straight into her mouth, sucking hard.

Then she stood up, sat on my lap facing me, legs around me and guided my cock into her pussy. She gasped as my cock slid in, and I groaned. It felt so good. Her curvy body that felt so soft under my arms, pressed against me, while she squeezed my cock with her pussy.

I kissed her hard on the mouth and she kissed me right back, sucking my tongue as she rode me passionately.

“Your cock makes me feel so good,” she whispered and she rode me harder.

“Your pussy is delicious,” I replied and she moaned.

“You drive me nuts. The way you touch me”

I started fucking her harder and feeling her all over. I held her shoulders to get a grip and fucked her pussy hard.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she said with each thrust. “Fuck me just like that. Cum inside me. Make me yours”

“I’m cumming,” I said feeling my cock about to burst

“Cum inside me. Fill me up. Fill me up with your cum”

I blew my load inside her. And she held me close, as with each spurt I could feel her pussy squeeze me. I could sense she hadn’t cum and I was still hard. So I pushed her on the carpet, spread her legs wide and started pounding her pussy, while I sucked her nipple.

She moaned loudly and a couple minutes later, started shaking violently in an orgasm. She held me close and licked my tongue as she continued to orgasm.

We lay there for a while and she whispered, “At this rate, I’m going to have to make pasta every day.”