I still remember the day the Patels moved into the flat next to us. They were a young couple with an infant daughter. Many such young families would move into our apartment complex because it was in a good part of the city, with schools and other amenities around. So such a family moving in wasn't anything special that was worth remembering. But Swati Patel was special.
She was a smart woman who had quit her job when she got pregnant and had a child. Even though she was 34 years old she could easily pass of as a college student. I was 18 when they moved in, and to my horny teenage mind she was a goddess, and she would be living next door to me! The endless porn videos I had watched made me think of all the possibilities that this situation meant!
She would come down for an evening walk every day wearing tight-fitting nylon jersey and trackpants. I would find an excuse to always be outside our apartment near the walking area and catch a glimpse of Swati aunty walking. Her slim athletic figure, with her perky breasts and round tight ass jiggling slightly as she walked was just heavenly. I think she must have caught me staring at her multiple times. She did smile a couple of times when this happened, but i would blush, quickly look away and talk to my friends or something.
Since the Patel's apartment was on the ground floor (same as ours), you could look into their house from the window. Once while sitting on the windowsill and reading, I dropped my book outside. When I went around to the backside of the building to pick up my book, I passed the Patel's window. I noticed that the curtain had a small opening in between and that I could look inside their house.
I could not believe it, Swati Patel was breastfeeding her daughter. I was captivated and just stood there staring at her soft naked breast. I stood for too long, and soon she noticed me staring at her. Our eyes met and I could see the embarrassment on her face. I ran around and went home, forgetting about the book that I had to pick up. I was afraid that she would complain to my parents and that I would be labelled as a pervert and a creep.
But thankfully nothing happened. Anyway, as a precaution I stopped staring at her while she was outside and tried to avoid her as much as I could, but that didn't stop me from thinking about her and jerking off. I must have jerked off hundreds of times thinking about her soft breasts in my mouth and entering her moist tight pussy.
But times change, I grew up and when i went to a different city for college I forgot about her.
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When I was 22 years old, I came back from college and I had a few days to myself as my parents were going away for a 3 day religious gathering.
Although I didn't masturbate as much as I did when I was 18, I was alone at home and it was vacation so naturally after coming across a few sexy pics of my ex-classmates on social media, I opened incognito mode on the browser and before you knew it, I was jerking off.
I didn't have to worry about anyone coming home so I was doing it without a care and was lost in my thoughts and fantasies. Suddenly the doorbell rang and I managed to quickly close the browser, pull up my tracksuit and went to the door. It was Swati who was standing outside and I completely forgot about everything else. She was also pleasantly surprised to see me after a long time, smiled at me, started asking me questions about college and when I had returned. But her expression changed suddenly and she stopped talking.
She was looking at my boner!
I had thought that it would have been a postman or some salesman, in which case I would lean outside the door and after talking quickly I would shut it. But in my excitement to see Swati I stood right in front of her, with my boner clearly visible in my loose trackpant.
Both of us were clearly embarrassed and I burst out saying, " I'm really sorry Swati aunty, I know this looks bad but I didn't mean to, I got up in a hurry when you rang the bell and..."
She cut me off, saying, "Raj please don't refer to me as aunty! It was cute when you were a boy, but now you're a grown man and it makes me feel old. Do you think I'm old?"
"Not at all, I don't think you're old, you're very beautiful and sexy", I blurted out without thinking. If I was blushing earlier, I was as red as a tomato now.
She didn't seem to be offended but actually smiled cutely at me, ruffled my hair and said, "Before you say anything more and die of embarrassment, please take this spare set of keys that I had come to give your parents. My husband is out of town for a few days so it's better if you keep it in case I'm not at home and there's an emergency."
