I have always been amused reading all those star predictions which kept coming in almost all the newspapers and magazines although I always read them first whenever I browsed anything. However, I was in for a big surprise a few days ago as the prediction for my star perfectly coincided with what happened during the day. The prediction said that I would be getting pleasant news and exactly the same thing happened. I almost froze in surprise when my mother informed me that Mrs. Fathima was visiting us very soon. She used to be our neighbour in Chennai since those days I could remember, before Dad was transferred to Cochin. She and my mother had a lot of other things in common, other than the fact that both the women were slightly on the bigger side.
She might be around 45 years now. I vividly remember round face which always sported a very pleasant smile as she moved around. Her proud possessions include her long dark hair which swayed below her waist and of course any description of her would be incomplete if it doesn't include her enormous well shaped breasts showing no signs of sagging after two decades of married life. Typical of big beautiful women, she had huge ass cheeks which looked round and strong. She always evoked a sigh from young boys like me whenever she passed by.
She had become very popular in Chennai, more so after her news reading stints in some regional channels. She always used to call my mother to inform about her upcoming television programs and needless to say, we never missed any of those. It was while watching her during one of that regular news reading that I discovered how sexy she has begun to look. Although she seemed to have sacrificed her long hair resorting to a short cut just around her shoulders, she still looked like a sexy devil. She never seemed to be worried about her obesity as I discovered that her breasts had become gigantic to say the least. But, still I liked thinking about her.
Our house lit up immediately after her arrival although I was in college when she reached. As expected, she looked very huge although the grace in her face had not diminished. She kept herself busy with my mother all the time, going out for shopping, sharing a few odd jokes, remembering their days together at Chennai and so on. I also noticed that she kept watching me through the corner of her eyes whenever I crossed and I smiled to myself. I was convinced that I could evince some curiosity in her as I had grown stronger in the last few years. My regular swimming and tennis have pruned me up a bit and there were a few female onlookers who looked at me with some interest. Mrs.Fathima was none different, I thought.
Our house has always been a dream to live in with four bedrooms. My parents used one room at the ground floor while my Dad had converted the other into his office. The remaining rooms were upstairs out of which I was using one while the other remained vacant for the guests. I was thrilled once Mrs.Fathima moved in to the room right opposite to mine. I always kept the door closed while at home so that nobody else gets disturbed with the loud music which I always loved to listen. But, I had decided to keep the door deliberately open so that I can get a glimpse of Mrs.Fathima whenever she went in and out of her room. Surprisingly, she preferred to keep her own door open most of the time other than while she slept or when she was inside the bath. Needless to say, I was getting enough sneak views of the sexy woman.
But, I wasn't feeling unduly content watching the sexy lady just once in a while. I decided that I must watch her undress once and imagined how she would look like without even an inch of cloth on her. Surprisingly, I saw Mrs.Fathima moving towards the left side of her room, which meant that she was heading towards the bathroom although she did not close the door. She had a towel on her left shoulders suggesting that she was about to take a shower. I immediately got curious and thanked God for providing me with an opportunity to see her change, minutes after I had desired. I waited for a few minutes before standing up and walking out of the room. I ensured that there weren't anybody in the drawing room from where one can easily watch the movements between the two rooms upstairs. I rushed inside Mrs.Fathima's room in a flash and moved further towards the right side which was exposed to the road through very large glasses. Long curtains always hung from the roof till the floor so that nobody can watch the room from the streets. I went right behind a curtain at the right corner of the room and began waiting for Mrs.Fathima with my heart beating fast.
It took another few minutes before Mrs.Fathima emerged from the bathroom with just the towel covering her body from half of her huge tits till just below her waist, enough to hide her womanhood. She strode straight to the door, closed it, latched it up and proceeded towards the mirror. Her hair hasn't gone as short I had thought as, once she loosened it, it came well below her shoulders. My eyes widened as she flipped off the towel from her body and stood naked in front of the mirror. Although I could see just up to her neck in the mirror from the position I was in, my eyes soon rested on her naked butt cheeks which looked extraordinarily huge without any cover. She inserted the plug of the electric hair dryer into the socket and began stroking the gun through her hair. My dick began swelling like a demon as she swung sideways revealing her huge tits in profile view. I saw her huge boobs had gone a bit saggy than they looked with the bra and blouse on, almost hanging down till her forearms. She had perhaps the biggest areolas I have ever seen, almost like a mini CD. Her nipples were reasonably long and thick as well. Her tits shook whenever she moved and took their own time to settle even after she stayed still. My hand reached down to my boxer as if it was a reflex action as I held my throbbing erection with my fist just to contain. She seemed to be in no hurry to dress up as her dryer kept going for more than fifteen minutes. Just as I began thinking about how I should get out of the room, I heard her humming a naughty song and winking at her image in the mirror. I thought for a moment that she was getting pleased watching herself on the mirror although it was not to be.
"If you have finished watching," Mrs.Fathima spoke looking at the mirror." You can come out of the curtain."
A huge chill went through my spine as I listened to what she had said. She had discovered that I was inside her room, more importantly, watching her stealthily from behind the curtains. I remained perplexed wondering what to do next while she spoke again.
"I know you are here," She turned around looking exactly in the direction where I was hiding behind the curtain. "Better come out before I call your mother."
I was admonishing myself as I slowly walked out of the curtain and stood still after taking just a couple of steps. She still was looking at the mirror keeping the dryer go on and on throughout her hair.
"I am sorry," I stammered. I couldn't think of telling anything else as I was drowning deep in embarrassment. She turned around and flashed a smile which looked cunning although.
"Sorry for what?" She queried as she switched off the dryer, kept it on the dressing table, turned around and began walking towards me. My heart began pumping very hard and I could hear each and every beat of it very loud. She was approaching me revealing her frontal beauty, absolutely revealing her naked breasts, tummy and even her densely haired pussy. I wasn't sure about the feelings which were taking me over; whether I was feeling embarrassed or horny.
"So, young man?" She spoke as her neatly done eyebrows rose. "How long have you been doing this?"
"I am sorry," I apologized again. "I am very sorry about this."
"That isn't the answer to my question," She smiled mockingly as she was just inches away from me; I could smell the scent of her toilet soap and the odor emanating from her dried hair.
"Tell me," she persisted. "How long have you been watching me?"
"Just today," I confessed. "I assure you Mrs.Fathima."
"I don't believe you," She shook her head in disagreement. "I think you have been coming everyday."
"No!" I refuted. "I came just today and that too because you had left the door open."
