(TW: Non-consent: There is mild non-consensual activity. I have only used these actions here to indicate a scenario between consenting adults, however in some descriptions silence or inaction may be construed as non-consent. Please note that it is not the case and that while I support fantasy and creativity, consent is absolutely necessary and important in sexual relations. All characters are 18+ in this story.)
I grew up in a tiny village where everyone knew everyone. All the women worked in fields and managed homes, some were also teachers and doctors but they were all those who had studied elsewhere and moved to our village. The house that carried the most respect in our village belonged to the Chopras.
Mr. and Mrs. Chopra came from a wealthy family, I'm not sure where their wealth came from, but in our village they were responsible for all the good things. The school I studied in was built by them, the kids who went away to study took loans from them, the village PHO got new equipment and a duty doctor because of them, and they even organised village fairs every year.
That was until Mr. Chopra disappeared one day, leaving behind Mrs. Chopra and their son. Then the stories ran wild about why he had left - the most popular one being that he had been having an affair in the city and grew weary of his wife and life in the village. I remember wondering why anyone would leave such a beautiful wife behind. The kid was annoying, but the wife made up for it.
Mrs. Chopra had beautiful long black hair that fell down to the small of her back but she would tie it up (it was hot I guess). Her boobs were not massive but just right, and she had an ass that you could stare at even when she wore a salwar kameez. But most of the time, she wore a long skirt and a t-shirt. When Mr. Chopra left, there were (within weeks) a whole line of suitors for her, but she avoided all of them. She was about 40 years old then, and no one pushed really hard, because she still paid for and ran most of the utilities in the village, and if it was not worth losing all of that. Moreover, she was 'tainted' in my village, which is I suppose the worst thing that could happen to you.
I was still in school at 18, I started school late because till I was 10 there wasn't really a school in the village. There were a few others like me were also in school, I think the oldest kid was 22. I didn't really like school. Before I joined school, I did odd jobs for everyone and earned money. I would wrap up work at my father's milk and eggs business in the morning and spend the rest of the day earning bits for things like helping some old lady carry groceries home, or spreading cow dung cakes in someone's yard, carrying water to someone's home or other jobs.
So even after school started, no one could stop me from doing these chores. I would spend every minute I could before dinner earning money, bits at a time. In doing so I would try to spend as much time around Kanika aunty's (Mrs. Chopra) house as possible. Just so she would hail me and give me chores, giving me an excuse to gawk at her and let my imagination go wild.
In my head, I had sucked on her tits and fucked her in the ass but in reality all I could do was stare at her.
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I had just finished school on that day and I was heading to my neighbourhood looking to pick up some work collecting junk. I turned a corner and saw Kanika aunty's boobs in a black saree coming towards me. She usually didn't wear a saree but she wore it only to some girls only class she taught outside of school (in hindsight, it was probably a women's health class).
She was looking right at me, and as she was passing me stopped to ask if I'd walk with her. I took the invitation without thinking or saying a word. She explained that she wanted to look after her son who was being bullied and beaten up at school but she couldn't do much herself. She wanted me to tail him and make sure he didn't get into any trouble and promised me good money for it.
Even though it was easy for me to do so, I saw it as an opening to get closer to her, so I told her it would be easier if I had an excuse to come to her house every so often. She had one ready, and suggested that she would let her son know that I was helping them tend to the fruit garden she had in the yard. I was in.
For a month or two, it was just me ogling at Kanika aunty every chance I got. She even had some girls coming to her for advice who were pretty hot too, but she was the queen. Her son had no more issues with bullies just because 2 days a week he walked home with me and the rest of the days I walked a safe distance behind making sure no one bothered him. I actually began helping Kanika aunty in the garden, bringing her new fruit seeds that she could put in and bringing cow dung to use as manure.
In my head, I was fucking her every day. I didn't really have the balls to do anything about it until one day when I was walking in from the garden and must've slipped because of my wet feet. Kanika aunty was right in front of me and as I fell, I grabbed her boobs for support. She was now pushed up against the wall and my hands were on her boobs. I didn't let go for a couple of seconds at least. She had a sort of shocked look on her face and said nothing till I let go. Although I felt the urge to apologise, there was a voice in my head that said, 'Wow, you touched Kanika aunty's boobs'.
So instead, I just pretended like my foot hurt and bent down to examine it. A few more moments passed in silence, then she said 'Keela, are you okay?'
(Keela is not my name, its just what people affectionately call me)
I said yeah, I just tripped and needed to sit for a minute. I could only think of the firmness of her boobs and although I didn't really feel her nipples, I could feel the outline of the bra from her t-shirt.
"Should I bring you some Ice?'
'No it's fine aunty, I'm okay, just slipped.'
I got up and went about my work as usual and after a while she went back to normal as well. When I was leaving, instead of just waving as she usually did, she hugged me goodbye and I felt the boobs on my chest again.
It was just a cursory hug, but it was all the encouragement I needed. To explain the magnitude of this gesture, no one ever hugged in my village. Parents didn't hug their kids. Husbands and wives didn't hug in public, but Kanika aunty was different.
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I mulled it over for the next couple of days and things were normal between Kanika aunty and me but I was plotting my next move. The opportunity came soon enough when we were plucking guavas from her tree, I had climbed up the tree and I looked down at her handing her guavas but I left a few of the ones on the low branches on the tree.
Once I was down, I pretended not to be able to reach the fruit on my own. I told her I had an idea and took the basket from her. I asked her to climb the tree, she seemed apprehensive so I told her I'd help her.
I swooped down and put my arms around her thighs and picked her up. A swift gasp escaped her, my right hand was cupping her bum, and my face was pressed against her waist.
'Can you reach the branch?' I asked before she could react.
'Yes', she breathed as she grabbed onto the branch and climbed up. As she did she rested her feet on my shoulders to boost herself up. A brief glimpse upwards showed me she was wearing black tights underneath the skirt, disappointed as I was at the sight, I had just cupped her butt and was going to try and do it again when she came back down.
When she was done picking all the fruit, she dangled her feet off the tree.
She said, 'Can you help me? I don't think I'll be able to jump down.'
So I held her feet to my shoulders and on the pretence of stabilising it ran my hand up her calf while determinedly not looking at her. She bent her knees and started to slide down. As she did, her skirt rode up and I was holding her ass with just the thin material of the tights separating us. I set her down, and finally looked at her face, she seemed to be blushing.
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