This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
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I was a late bloomer; at least in matters of sex. As a boy in a big, conservative, middle class family, I had a relatively protected and sheltered life. My values were what I learned mostly from the elders in the family; my loving parents included.
However, as young teenager at school, I was exposed to my quota of school friends and learned a few 'adult things' too. Overall, at 18 and in the junior college, I was still a novice and often the butt of ridicule by my more 'manly' friends. My average physic and looks did not exactly help me either.
But, if there was one thing that I excelled in, it was my grades. I was always at the top of the class and considered one of the brightest students, academically. This earned me the grudging respect of my peers. At home, my parents and neighbors were equally proud of my accomplishments.
We lived in a good middle class residential locality. Our home was a single storied house with three bed rooms, a drawing room, a dining room and a kitchen. We had a small garden in the front and a backyard. The open terrace at top was accessible by a staircase from the right side of the house.
To the right of our home was an empty plot. On the left side was where the Raj family lived. Raj was a thirty three year old officer who worked for the state government. His family comprised of his wife Sujata (28), a daughter (7) and a son (5). Her old widowed mother also lived with them.
Our two families were very close. My own siblings, a younger brother and two sisters, along with their kids were quite an active and noisy group in the locality. But everybody loved them. My mom and Sujata aunty were very good friends and so was my dad and Raj uncle.
Sujata Aunty was a dominant personality. She was of medium height at 5'4", medium complexioned and well built. She had big breasts and big buttocks. Her waist was attractive though not slim. Her mouth was large and generous and her lips were full and red. She was an attractive woman.
As a late bloomer, I became aware of her sexy body only recently. Even then, it never occurred to me to think 'dirty' about Suja aunty (as everybody called her), because of the moral values ingrained into me thus far by my family and teachers.
As I have told you earlier, we had a open terrace at top and I often preferred to sit there in the evenings. Sometimes I would read a book or listen to music or just relax and look at the sky and stars.
It was an evening around seven pm. It was dark and the lights were on. I was seated on a cane chair with my legs stretched; looking at the sky and relaxing. My head was more or less at level with the parapet wall that ran around the entire terrace. I was on the left side of my terrace; the side adjacent to Raj Uncle's home.
Unlike our home, Raj uncle's house had a single bed room on the first floor. This room was located on the right side of their terrace; directly across where I was sitting. This room had the old type wooden window facing our terrace. This window was large and had two sets of doors...one set for top half and the other for bottom half. The bottom windows were shut but the top were open.
I never even noticed this room earlier nor knew who used it. That evening, when the light went on in that room, it caught my attention. As our terrace was slightly higher than theirs I could look into part of the room even while seated. Very casually I looked in.
I saw Suja aunty in the room. She had her back to me and was facing a mirror fixed on the wall. She took a towel and wiped the sweat off her face. It was most likely that she finished cooking dinner and came up. Next minute she unfurled the sari and dropped it on the floor. She was now clad in her petticoat and blouse.
Seeing Suja aunty's bare waist, my breath quickened. Her hands were busy and she quickly unhooked and opened her blouse and threw it on the floor. I caught a quick glimpse of her bare back, an awesome sight for me...totally bare expanse except for the white straps of her bra.
She quickly walked to the corner of the room, opened a door and disappeared into it. I presumed that it must be an attached bathroom and my guess was confirmed when a second light showed up a ventilator covered with angular glass panes.
I was in a excited state. One part of me asked me to be a good boy, get off the chair and leave quietly. Another part rebelled and said that I must stay and watch whatever I could; it was a golden chance. If I could look, just once, at her big lovely breasts in their naked state, wouldn't that be really heavenly! Even at the mere thought, my cock became hard.
It was a one sided fight. I stayed and repositioned myself a little more strategically. In a few minutes, Suja aunty walked back into the room. She was wrapped in a large, white, Turkish towel. The towel was wrapped around her big boobs and ended high up on her thunder thighs.
Water was glistening on her bare body. I clearly saw the big half moons of her breasts and those shapely, hairless, smooth thighs. My hands went to my hard cock without any effort on my part and pulled it out. In the next few seconds I saw her big breasts bare before they were ensconced in a bra. I just had a fleeting look at them.
But that was sufficient to register the full and slightly drooping, slightly conical boobs, the dark brown aureoles, the big projecting nipples. My eyes just couldn't leave them and refused to look elsewhere. In a couple of minutes Suja aunty was dressed and she switched off the light and left the room.
I shut my eyes and masturbated to the images of those magnificent breasts.
Over the next few days, I managed to peep at Suja aunty and her nude body from the safety of the open terrace. The routine did vary sometimes. On some days, she just rushed and other days she would spend more time. Once I could clearly see the wild thatch of black hair covering her pussy which itself looked pretty big.
The routine broke one day. It was a cloudy night and rain was very much in the offing. I was in my normal position, safely hidden, when she came back into the room after her bath. However, there was a difference. The towel was wrapped around her waist and covered only her lower part. Her big breasts were totally bare.
Suja aunty did a strange thing. Instead of walking towards the mirror, she walked towards the window. She stood close to the window, displaying her boobs. Her right hand cupped her right breast from underneath and slightly lifted it, as if in offering. Her left hand reached out and started massaging it. In a trice, her thumb and fingers were tweaking her nipple which had now become hard and erect, like a small penis.
