Jigar was my best friend since college days & Smita was Jigar's elder sister. Smita was a dark well-endowed beauty but a little plump. I always found Southern beauties irresistible. She used to look even prettier in a Sari which accented her womanly curves or a in a simple full length maxi which used to stick between her buttock globes & complement her round derriere. Smita & I used to exchange simple Hai, Hello & How are youz with each other & nothing more. Although she oozed sex, I never meant to take things further. She was never my object of my affection or masturbation. Smita was staying at Jigar's house because her husband had gone to work overseas for more than 1 year.
I went to jigar's house on a lazy Sunday morning which was a weekly off for both of us. He had a old paralytic parents to care for, who used to sit in the living room. After having breakfast & tea, Jigar told me that he was going out to bring some groceries & asked me to sit in the balcony for some time. I never imagined that in the 1 hour that Jigar would be out buying groceries, I would live out my fantasy. I went to the balcony & sat in a small chair. As Mumbai balconies were very small in size, there was hardly any space for a person to stand between the chair & the balcony. Some clothes were hanging in the balcony for drying. As I was waited in the balcony for Jigar to come back, I found some old magazines & newspapers lying there. I picked up one newspaper & began to read it for passing my time.
As, I was engrossed in the paper, Smita came to the balcony to pick up the dried clothes which were hanging from the balcony. One by one she was picked the clothes & was keeping them on her shoulders. Slowly she moved to the place where I was sitting. Although, there was hardly enough place between my chair & the balcony wall, she didn't ask me to shift from there.
She simply squeezed herself in the tiny space & began picking up the clothes. As she was picking up the clothes, I felt my right arm which was resting on one of the arms of the chair, lightly brush her soft derriere. Although, the touch was accidental, my head started to swoon. Surprisingly, Smita who could have moved on to collect the clothes which were beyond my chair stayed put at the place where I was sitting. Neither she went forward nor I did I move my arm from her buttocks. Few moments later, I raised my palm so that the back of my palm was lightly pressing into the left mound of her buttocks. On not receiving any objection from her, I increased the pressure of my palm on her derriere. Still finding no movement, as I got bolder I slowly shifted my palm into the centre of her buttocks. Then gradually turned my palm around & took a small pinch of her bums. I cannot express my feeling in any number of words, except saying that my entire mouth got dried up. My hands began shaking.
The size of my pinch slowly grew to such proportions that I was actually grabbing a good portion of her warm buttocks after some time. Then, I slipped my middle finger into the crevice of her buttocks & moved the finger further down so that it silently crept in the partition between her legs. Then other fingers also joined the middle finger so that my entire palm was creeping into the partition. I felt the silky feeling of her untrimmed bush hair. Slowly my entire palm moved upwards & got lodged into her cunt. Immediately for a moment her legs clamped shut on my fingers & her eyes got shut.
