The Milf Next Door

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Hi everyone, hope you all are doing well. So this story is about an incident that happened almost a month ago when I tried to seduce the milf next door. From the title, you might already know what’s about to happen, but I’ll let you in on the details of it here.

Before starting the story, a quick intro about myself. I’m Sahil, 22 years of age from Mumbai. I guess that’s sufficient, and you would be more interested in the story than me.

Coming to the incident, let me give you an overview. I live with my parents in a good locality in Mumbai. We inherited our grandfather’s property and turned it into a 3bhk flat. Our old neighbors moved back to their native place during the lockdown as they faced a lot of severe business losses.

We were sad because we had formed a good bond with them over the years. A few weeks after they left, we got to know from the secretary that a new couple will temporarily move here.

The guy’s company made arrangements for them to live here as they got stuck during the lockdown. They asked him to work from Mumbai itself for a few months. A few days went by, and there was no news about the new neighbors.

Then on a Saturday night, I was returning home from a party at my friend’s place. I saw a beautiful lady in her early 30s (probably late 20s even) waiting in the lobby with some luggage. My first impression of her was simply jaw-dropping.

She had worn a black saree with a backless and sleeveless blouse and deep cleavage. She looked like a temptress. Her silky long black hair just about covering her deep cleavage, her beautiful face, sexy red lipstick, everything was tempting.

Her juicy round boobs and curvy ass were enough to make a guy rock hard. I was stunned. I went over and asked if she needed any help, to which she said yes. I helped her load the luggage in the elevator. When I asked her what floor she lived on, she said, “24th,” which was the same as mine. I was so happy!

I inquired if she was the new couple to move in next door, and she said yes. We talked a little. On the 10th floor, a few children got into the elevator, which was already quite packed with luggage. That forced her to move close to me and accidentally touched my not-so visible boner through my jeans.

I was a little embarrassed as I didn’t want that to be my first impression. But she didn’t notice it luckily, and we went on. I unloaded her luggage, and just as I was about to go home, I forgot I didn’t even get her name. “Anita,” she said, and I invited her over for coffee with my parents and me.

But she was really tired from the traveling. Her husband was also coming up soon, and he was tired as well. So she told me she’d come some other time. We said our goodbyes and went into our respective homes. A few days passed, and Anita and her husband Rajesh started to mingle more with us.

They were really great people with an open-minded personality and a great sense of humor. We would often have coffee/tea together, sometimes even dinner. We’d gotten pretty close, especially me and Anita. She saw me as a younger brother, although I had a completely opposite thought process.

But it was fun to have her around. One fine Sunday morning, my parents had gone out for their morning walk, and someone rang the doorbell repeatedly. I was half asleep as I went and opened the door, thinking my parents must’ve forgotten their keys somehow. But I was shocked when I opened the door.

It was Anita. She looked at me and gave me a weird smile. It took me a minute to realize that I was just in my boxers, no t-shirt and with morning wood. I left the door open for her and quickly ran to my room. She came inside and sat on the couch. I came out wearing a t-shirt and sweats and apologized to her.

She said, “Oh, it’s completely fine, and you have a really good body. You shouldn’t be hiding it,” and winked at me. I was a little confused and happy at the same time. She had come to give some dosa she made for breakfast. Since her husband was out with his friends, she joined us for breakfast.

At the table, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said. I was sitting right opposite her, and we were exchanging casual glances at each other. After breakfast, she helped mom get the dishes and clean them. When she bent across from the table to get my dish, I got a really good view of her boobs.

She wasn’t wearing any bra! Her t-shirt was loose and pretty deep, which gave me a nice view of her perfect breasts. She caught me staring but didn’t say anything and gave me a naughty smile.

I feel like I haven’t quite described her properly until now, sorry for that. You could think of her as an Indian version of Kendra Lust. Her figure must be 35-26-38. She’s really fit and takes good care of her body. I know it seems like a stretch comparing her to Kendra Lust, but she is really fucking hot.

Anyway, back to the story, a few days passed, and nothing major happened. I was just remembering the incident and jerking off to Anita, hoping that by some miracle, I could get a chance to actually fuck her.

Almost a week later, she came by around 9 pm and asked if she could crash at our place today. Her husband would be out for work and return the next morning. She was afraid to sleep alone. My parents obliged, and around 11.30 pm, she rang the doorbell after her husband left.

I went on to open the door and saw her standing there in her night suit. She was clearly not wearing a bra. Her nipples were almost visible through her top, and that was enough for me to get a boner. She saw me lost in staring at her and asked me if she could come in. I got back to my senses and welcomed her in.

Mom had set the guest bedroom for her and showed her to it. We all went to our rooms to get some sleep. Then mom called me and asked to keep a jug of water in Anita’s room as she’d forgotten to do that. I did as she said. I filled the jug and went on and knocked at the door.

She let me in, and I kept the jug beside her table and was about to leave. She asked if we sleep so early every day. I said my parents do, but I can’t until 1 am at least. She asked me to sit there as she wasn’t sleepy at all. I obliged, we sat and talked for quite a while about a few things.

When she got a little sleepy, I got up to leave. She said goodnight and followed me to close the door. I suddenly turned. She was too close behind me, and we bumped into each other. I got a hold of her waist, and in the heat of the moment, I suddenly kissed her.

It did seem a little Bollywood like, but it was happening. She kissed me back, and the next thing I know is I was caressing her ass and fondling her boobs over her night suit. After a good few minutes, she broke the kiss and said, “This is wrong. I’m married and can’t cheat on my husband. I’m sorry.”

I clearly did not want to force her, and so I said sorry and left the room in a hurry.

That’s all for this part. Guys, stick around to know what happens next. Do I successfully seduce her to have sex with me, or does this kiss create really big problems? All answers in the next part will be coming soon.

If you liked this story, please leave a review at [email protected] Mail/Hangouts any medium is cool. You can even read my other story here. See you soon, until then stay happy and safe. Goodbye!

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