Angels do not come down from heavens. If you love and appreciate them, you would find them in your own neighborhood
I am Sekhar, a twenty three year old student doing my Bachelor of Engineering course from a prestigious institution in South India. I had just completed my third year of the course (my pre-final year) and I came home to my parents during the summer vacation.
The city where I was studying is about five hundred miles away from the city where my home was. Being their only son, my parents insist that I spend the summer vacation with them and I love it too. After months and months of the rigors of hostel life and the food there, I loved being fussed over and overfed by my loving mom. My dad was a senior executive of Marketing Company and my mom was a Bank officer.
We lived in our own apartment at the Paradise Plaza; a twenty year old Residential Apartment complex located in a prime residential area. Paradise consisted of three blocks in a straight line, numbered 1 to 3. Block 1 was the one closest to the main gate and 3 was the farthest. Each Block had five floors above the cellar where vehicles are parked. Each floor had four apartments; each Block had twenty. The residents were mostly upper middle class.
My Parents bought our apartment and lived there from day one and we were very fond of our place. My dad was around fifty and mom was around forty five. As senior and longstanding residents they were popular, well known and respected in our community.
As a part of my course requirements, I was required to do a project or internship during summer vacation. The previous summer I did internship in a manufacturing organization. So, this year, I was asked to do a project that would use my skills to benefit my community. A couple of months back I had submitted my proposal to my Professor who was also my guide and it was accepted.
The project I had proposed was a simple one. I would conduct a four week computer awareness and training program for house wives in my community. While young India was excelling in computer skills, many of the slightly older people were computer illiterate. I made a detailed program showing various modules that I would cover and my Professor approved the same.
Then i informed my mom about the project over phone.
"If you want me to spend this summer at home, mom, you must get me some participants for my project," I told her.
Everything was firmed up by the time I came home for the vacation.
As mom and dad both worked, I had a free run of our home during the day.
Our apartment was a three bed room one. There was a drawing cum dining room, a kitchen, a common bathroom and a toilette and three bed rooms. Mom and dad used the master bed room, the second one was for any guests and the third was mine. The master bed room had its own bathroom and there was a second bath room shared by the other two bed rooms.
I decided to do my training program in the living room. I managed to get a LCD Projector courtesy my dad's office and connected it to my own Dell Laptop. I decided to use our dining table and chairs for my participants and I would project my power point presentation on to a white screen rolled on the opposite wall.
On a Monday morning, my participants turned up and mom introduced them to me. There were four of them -- Shobha, Raaji, Padma and Suguna.
Shobha aunty was thirty two and mother of two cute school going girls aged eleven and ten. Her husband was a chartered accountant and worked for a prestigious company of financial auditors. Raaji aunty's actual name was Rajeswari but everyone called her Raaji. Her husband was in pharmaceutical distribution business and they had a daughter who was in her final year at high school. Raaji aunty was thirty five year old.
Suguna aunty was the oldest of the group at forty eight. She was a widow having lost her husband in a ghastly accident last year. Her only daughter was married and lived in California, USA. Aunty presently lived by herself and had come to terms with life after the loss of her husband. She was known to have a lot of literary and yoga skills.
The fourth member of the group was Pama aunty. She was thirty three and had school going son and daughter, aged ten and eight. Her husband was a Bank officer and she was a housewife. She enjoyed teaching and gave private tuitions for school kids. She was the most talkative of the lot.
On Day one, I spent the time on ice breaking and putting everyone at ease (including myself). I explained to them the course objectives and what I had planned for the next four weeks. The first week would be spent on teaching them basic operations of the computer and MS word. In the second week I would cover Excel and Multimedia.
Third week would be totally devoted to Internet; mainly emailing and Internet surfing. The last week would deal with trouble shooting and assessment. They were all very attentive and asked me lots of questions. By common consent, we decided to have the class every day from 11am to 12 noon.
Later that evening, when mom came home, I briefed her of the developments. Mom told me a few things about my trainees and their known nature. Shobha was a woman who loved pomp and show. She dressed well and loved to display her jewelry. Raaji was a very quiet woman who dressed very conservatively and was religious too. She was soft spoken and displayed a quiet dignity all the time.
According to mom, Padma was an extrovert and never stopped talking. She was full of energy and enthusiasm and was hard working. She is also reported to be very helpful to everyone. They all knew very little of Suguna aunty and became close to her only after her personal tragedy. She was a woman of dignity and poise, took time to teach yoga to the young kids. She was also reported to be a good writer of short stories.
That night, I thought of the four women whom I was going to teach computers for the next one month. Their images came to my mind.
Shobha was of medium height and fair complexion. She undoubtedly had a few extra pounds on her bottom and her waist. She had a nice face with cheeks a little chubby and her lips were full. A mole on her left cheek was like a beauty spot. She dressed well in colorful saris and blouses. Her blouse design was very eye catching, showing lots of her back and the low cut neck revealed her cleavage and spillage.
Raaji undoubtedly was the most beautiful of the lot. Through her simple sari and blouse I could see that her body was very well proportioned. Her breasts were medium sized tending to be big and erect, her waist curvy and her belly flat. Her buttocks were full, round and raised just that bit and her ass was just wide enough. She was taller than Shobha by an inch or two and slimmer. She was very fair, had a lovely throat and neck and full red lips.
Padma was the least beautiful of the lot. She was of a darker shade of wheatish complexion and her face ordinary. Her body was disproportionate and she was of the same height as Shobha. Her boobs were medium sized and drooped lower on her chest like mangoes. Her waist was fleshy with that extra tyre around it.
She had two beautiful features; however. Her eyes were dark and beautiful and if she looked at you with love, you would just melt. Also, she had the most fabulous ass among all the women of our community. It was a big, wide ass between those two perfect and large globes.
Suguna was a small woman, short in stature. She dressed simply in pale colored saris and wore them in the traditional way. Her body was lean and slim due to years of yoga and this made her look much younger than her age. She spoke very little and rarely smiled.
At twenty three, I was a young guy with all the natural appetite and drive for sex. I was of medium height and build and had a healthy body; nothing outstanding. I was, however, blessed with a gift of gab that served me well in all my encounters with the opposite sex, thus far.
By the end of first week, we were all comfortable with each other and the training was proceeding smoothly and on schedule. Shobha and Padma exchanged their mobile numbers with me so that they could seek my help in case of doubts, while doing their homework.
After the class on Monday, the first day of week two, Shobha aunty asked me if I could help her get familiar with a desk top computer at her home, which her husband and her kids use occasionally. It was a old and slower system and she was not sure if it was working well. I said that I could check it out for her. She asked me if I could come in that afternoon at 2-30pm and I agreed.
Shobha aunty's apartment was in Block 1, second floor. Mine was in Block 2, second floor and Raaji's in the same Block, fourth floor. Padma's is in Block 3, first floor and Suguna's is in Block 3, third floor.
Promptly at 2-30pm I pressed their door bell and Shobha aunty opened the door promptly. She was dressed in one of those bright, printed saris and a designer blouse. I had a feeling that she dressed specially to impress me and I was flattered! Her apartment was very neat, clean and well furnished. She offered me a chilled coke and I accepted it and sat on the comfortable leather sofa. She sat opposite to me and we chatted.
"Your training classes are so good. I love them. We are learning a lot, thanks to you," she said.
"I am happy that you ladies like them and you are taking them seriously." I replied.
"Look at our old system and tell me if I can use it too." So saying, she got up and led me into one of the rooms, obviously the kid's room where I found an old desk tap on a table.
I sat on the only chair in front of the PC and switched on the system. It was an old and slow system and took its time booting. As there was no other chair I made to get up and offer her my chair. Shobha aunty pushed me down back into the chair.
"You are my guru (teacher) now. You sit and check it up. I will watch standing." She said smiling.
As the desk top loaded, I looked at the various icons there. Everything seemed to be okay so far. Behind me I could feel Shobha aunty bending closer to me and peering over my shoulder at the screen. I could smell a faint perfume coming from her and also feel her hot breath close to my neck. Even as I double clicked on one of the icons, I felt her moving fractionally closer to see my actions.
Next second, I felt her left breast pressing softly behind my right shoulder and her right breast brushing against my right arm. Her boobs were tight and bouncy and I gave a gasp at their divine touch. I was sure that she heard my gasp. If it were an accidental touch, she would have moved away. But she did not. Instead, I felt more pressure of her left boob and a very erotic rub of her right boob.
Through her thin blouse, I felt her hard right nipple poking my arm. My pulse quickened and I started feeling the beginning of an erection. I wanted to divert my own attention from this erotic encounter and quickly clicked and opened a few icons.
"Everything seems to be okay, aunty. This PC has MS Office 97 loaded and that is fine for you now. Shall I put you as a user on this PC with your own password?" I asked.
"What is the advantage?" Shobha asked me.
