Isn't true that one should be blessed to have sexy neighbors? I was one among those privileged lot while my family briefly settled in Pune when my Dad was transferred there. Manasi Sarkar, our immediate neighbor soon became a close friend of Veena, my mother. Manasi was almost 50, and had been divorced for almost a decade. In spite of the fact that she was more than twice my age, I began fantasizing about having sex with Manasi. Why not? She was a petite woman, standing 5'5" looking in good shape showing no signs of her age and her disturbed married life. Her breasts were 36D which always conquered my imagination. She looked very much like a typical conservative Bengali woman although I somehow had the feeling that her eyes had a few sparks of lust whenever I was around.
On that eventful day, things unfolded on their own leading to one of the most exciting experiences I had ever had till date.
"Manasi shall be coming this noon," My mother was telling me as she was about to leave for her monthly shopping. "I have kept an envelope on the TV with some money to be handed over to her."
"Ok," I replied excitedly although I had plans to move out in the afternoon. Once my mother left, I began waiting for the noon impatiently thinking about Manasi all the time. Manasi had by now become a regular visitor to our house and I had managed to sneak peeks of her cleavage almost on every occasion. She often preferred light blouses disclosing her bra which seemed hardly sufficient to contain her over sized tits. I used to be amused of myself for being crazy about a woman who was as old as his own mother. I had taken extra care in dressing myself up after a nice clean shave.
Finally, Manasi did knock the doors around noon and as I opened the door, her fragrance struck him straight away.
"Mrs. Sarkar, Please get in," I said while letting her in.
"Thank you, Did Veena leave any message?" Manasi said as she entered the house and looked around as if she was searching for my mother.
"She told me to hand over this envelope," I quickly handed over the envelope with a smile while my mind kept wondering what to do next.
"Oh! Thanks," she smiled. "Your mother has taken an insurance policy from me."
I smiled again thinking if I would finally make it today. She kept reciprocating my smile all the while as moments ticked in silence as we were simply smiling at each other like idiots.
"You look handsome today," She commented sending my adrenals pumping fast. I immediately noticed that her face had an expression which probably I have never seen before.
"Thank you," I acknowledged. "You are looking gorgeous too!"
"That's very kind of you," Manasi smiled broader and winked at me.
"You seem to prefer chiffon sarees," I spoke to slowly induce her into the subject I wanted her to speak.
Her eyes were lit with surprise as she replied, "That's true; I look younger than I am."
I winked at her and said, "I don't think you are old enough!"
She lowered her head looking deeply into my eyes. I felt she has begun catching the clue from me.
"That's a nice compliment to get from such a handsome guy like you," she winked again.
"How would you compliment me?" I questioned. "Apart from just keep calling me handsome."
The cat was out of the bag now. She stopped batting her eye lids after she heard what I said and began moving towards me. My heart was pounding fast as Manasi touched my shoulders with her hands. "What else do you think an old woman like me can do?" she queried while her lips sported a mischievous smile.
"I want you to see for yourself if I am handsome," I said gathering the courage.
Manasi walked back, locked the door, closed the blinds in the drawing room and returned to me. My head spun as she took me by her hands leading to the sofa. She pushed me gently onto the sofa and took a step or two backwards. As I kept looking at her wondering what would happen next, she began unveiling her saree with amazing ease and through the heap on to the floor. She was wearing a long petticoat and a short blouse in sky blue color. The petticoat fabric looked like settled on her smooth thighs while I could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse.
"Shall we play?" Manasi asked and began unhooking her blouse as though she obviously knew my answer. I was already aroused the moment she got rid of her saree and seeing her removing her blouse was sending thunders on my dick. Manasi slipped out of her blouse and then unhooked her bra and let it fall by her side. Her beautifully full breasts and bright pink nipples were now in front of my eyes.
I stammered, "What a wonderful pair of tits!"
