I walked uncomfortably as I made my way to my hostel. My boner had slipped out from the side of my briefs. I was still charged up with the eroticism of Karishma's words and I needed to stroke myself badly. I tried to tuck my boner with little success as I opened the gate.
I rented a small room in a student-hostel facility. The town had plenty of them. They were usually private multiplexes divided into several rooms for students to rent in. The particular facility in which I stayed was a three story building owned by a Maharashtrian lady who had spent the better part of her life in Punaar. I called her Madhvi Aunty. She was the landlady but the students knew her better as a caretaker for her kindness. She had two sons and two daughters who were all away from home pursuing higher studies or in top quality institutions. Her husband was an elegant business man who spent most of his nights on the air and days in meeting rooms. He was rarely home.
Madhvi Aunty was a woman in her mid-thirties. She had the bold Maharashtrian eyes which wore even bolder strokes of kajal and a big oval bindi on her extremely pretty face which looked ten years less than her age. Her body was thick. She had plump arms, heavy milkers, which four pregnancies had made into what looked like triple D's. Her waist was relatively slimmer than her chest and ass, though one could see two prominent folds of fat on her back when she sat down. She did the best to maintain her slim waist with consistent yoga sessions every morning. She dressed herself in sleeveless cotton blouses that clutched her breasts tightly and did little to conceal her beautiful cleavage though covered by the pallu of her casually worn cotton saree. She had milky white skin under her clothes, contrasting to the tanned skin that was more exposed to Punaar's blazing sun. She tied her hair into a tight and big bun with the help of a hair stick. She was the most perfect MILF I had ever seen.
The gate made a creaking noise as I pushed it open with my duffle bag. Madhvi aunty occupied the ground floor fully and everyone who entered the facility would come directly to her notice. She had a running water hose in her hand which was responsible for the green garden we enjoyed. Her other hand was raising the bottom of her saree bunched with her petticoat to prevent them from getting dirty in the mud. She was on the phone which was supported between the squeeze of her round shoulder and cheek. With a residual smile from the conversation on her phone, she turned around with raised, curious eyebrows. Her sideburns had streams of sweat trailing down and her tiny lady-moustache over her rosy lips was covered with tiny beads of sweat. The sight of her veiny hands squeezing the hose pipe that was spurting out water pumped up the sexual tension that Karishma built in me a few minutes ago. I could feel a lustful energy ball below my waist. Noticing me, she bent down to keep the pipe on the ground. Her pallu fell off as her bulbous tits heaved down revealing her cleavage. I saw the distinct tan line between her tanned husky skin and milky white interiors. Her godly breasts had sweat getting collected in her cleavage which glistened as she started to rise up covering herself back with her pallu. Her neck was dripping with sweat and shining from the sun. She gestured to me with her head to wait near her door.
I held my duffle bag like a golf kit right in front of me to conceal my poking member as I waited for her. After a few minutes of waiting, she came to me with hurried paces.
"It's good to see you back." she said, smiling sweetly.
"It's good to see you too." I replied, pressing my boner on the bag.
"Sorry for making you wait my dear. I have a little work for you." she said entering inside, " Come along. Don't stand in the heat outside."
I entered her house. It was not the biggest but very well maintained and furnished. It was extremely clean, thanks to the maid who was responsible for the cleanliness of the whole facility. Madhvi aunty came out with a glass of water and handed it over to me. I noticed her three beautiful golden bangles with a few red ones she had on. Her red nail paint was wearing off from her finger nails.
"Thank you so much." I said, grabbing the cold glass of water as she traced her way back in.
"Get yourself comfortable." she said, holding a bunch of keys in her hand as she came back.
I sat down on the majestic sofa which gave me an opportunity to tuck my boner back into my waistband. She tucked the key bunch in the waistline of her saree and dragged a high stool from behind me.
