I am rounding the curve, almost home. It has been a long day at work and I am ready to get home. My husband, Raja, is out of town on business. It will be a peaceful evening so I can just sit around and relax. As I pull into the driveway, I see Naveen next door playing with his dog in his front yard. Naveen, 20, grew up, I have known Naveen since he was four years old. He is into body building and his muscles look hard as a rock. He is wearing a tank top today, as usual, to show off his muscles. He also has on faded cut off blue jeans. He is throwing sticks for his dog to fetch.
I go inside and pour myself a large glass of Juice. Now to the bathroom, draw a nice tub of hot water, get in, and relax while drinking the Juice. It feels so good to just unwind from the stress of the day. As sit in the tub drinking my Juice, I reach for the soap and washcloth and begin bathing. I wash my face and neck. When my washcloth covered hand reaches my soft white breasts, my nipples instantly stand to attention. Putting the washcloth on the side of the tub, I take another swallow of Juice and my bare hand returns to massage my soapy breasts. I try to squeeze my nipple but it is so slippery that it keeps slipping from between my fingers. As I lightly trace little circles around each nipple, I start to fantasize about making love to an imaginary lover. My other hand slips between my legs, between my lips and begins to massage my clit. I have been fantasizing a lot lately about making love to someone other than Raja. We have been married for 12 years. The Juice must be having an effect on me already because I have an orgasm very quickly.
After bathing, I get out of the tub, dry off, and slip into a sexy white lace bra and white bikini panties. The doorbell rings. "Who could that be?", I ask myself. I put on my bathrobe and go to the door. It is Naveen.
"Hi, Naveen, come on in."
"Hello, Aunty. Is this a bad time?"
"Oh no. I just got out of the tub. Care for a glass of Juice?"
"That would be nice."
I pour two glasses. "Come into the living room and have a seat."
Naveen sits on the couch and I sit in the soft easy chair across the room. As I sit in the chair, my robe slides off my legs, exposing them to within a few inches of my panties. Quickly covering myself with the robe, I am sure Naveen noticed. I know he must have seen my panties. I am embarrassed, yet, in some strange way, it's stimulating for Naveen to have sen such a private part of me. My heart beat quickens and I hope I am not blushing.
His muscles look hard as steel. He rests his leg on the coffee table and I can see up one leg of his ragged cutoff jeans. He has on no underwear! I can see his balls and the head of his penis! I wonder if he is doing this intentionally. I try to look him in the eye, but my eye keep wandering down to his crotch. I feel my temperature rise and I feel flush. I have to fight to keep my eyes in the proper place.
I get up to get a pack of snacks from the coffee table in front of Naveen. As bend over to pick up the snacks my robe gaps open. I know he can see my bra and the swells of my breasts. I wonder if my nipples are showing through my thin bra. I hope not. I am glad I put on my best bra this evening. As I start to put my hand on my chest to keep my robe closed, I decide not to. I notice his eyes lower to my breasts. I don't really mind. I hesitate a few seconds to let him savor the view. It gives me a tingle of excitement to have him staring at my soft mounds. He really can see no more than he could if I had on a bathing suit.
I still think of Naveen as a little boy. He has been one of Vivek's friends for years. His mother is a very good friend and we chat often. Our families cook out in the back yard together frequently.
"I haven't seen you around much lately, Naveen, where you been keeping yourself?"
"I have a girlfriend and been spending a lot of time with her."
"Who is she?"
"Oh, you don't know her. My parents don't like her. She is older than I am."
"How much older?" I ask as I sit down in the easy chair.
"She is 36."
"My god! She is just a few years older than I am", I imagine.
"I thought maybe you could help me with a problem I have."
Naveen has always been able to talk to me about his problems. Even when he was a little boy, he would come to me with problems he felt he couldn't discuss with his mother.
"Sure, what's the problem?" I sneak a glance at his crotch.
"She likes to dance slow and I never learned how. Would you teach me?"
"I'll be glad to. Do you want to start now."
"Yea, if you don't mind."
"Ok, I'll put on some nice slow music and teach you how to dance."
I put a CD on and motion him to help me move the coffee table out of the way. Again my robe falls open when I lean over to pick up the table and this time I couldn't use my hand to keep it closed, if I wanted to. Naveen again gets a long view of my cleavage. I am feeling a little self-conscious now because I may be showing him too much.
Ready to give Naveen his first dance lesson, I stand in the middle of the floor and he stands in front of me. I have to take his right hand and put it on my waist. He is very tense as I put my left hand on his muscular shoulder and take his other hand in mine.
"Just relax. You will never be a good dancer until you learn to relax." I really feel strange standing with my arms around Naveen. I hadn't realized how tall he was and for the first time I can tell that his muscles really are as hard as they look.
After a few songs Naveen is doing great. He learns fast. We sit down for a few minutes,finish our Juice and I pour us each another glass. By now, I am feeling a little wobbly.
"Let's dance one more time and then I have to go home."
"Ok."
This time Naveen pulls me close to his hard body. I am a little startled as my breast presses into his chest. Not expecting this, I don't know whether to back away or not. I decide that I won't embarrass him, and snuggle close. His body is real solid. I can feel each individual muscle in his shoulder and neck. I can't resist stroking my hand over his solid muscles.
