I am one among those lucky chaps having a neighbour whom I could savour to the utmost. During my stay at Thane, a city near Mumbai, India , I experienced one of my life's best experiences with a mature women. We were staying in a apartment complex where our immediate neighbour, Pratibha Shah was my mother's classmate in college. Immediately on shifting to this place , she renewed the old college ties and became the best of friends. Pratibha aunty was about 44, though she easily looked to be about in her late 30's. Her husband was a business man who was in the oil business. In spite of the fact that she was more than twice my age, I began fantasizing about having sex with her. Why not? She was a petite woman, standing 5'5" looking in good shape showing no signs of her age. Her breasts were 36D which always conquered my imagination alongwith her rounded derriere . She looked very much like a typical conservative gujarati woman although she was a maharashtrian married to a gujarati guy.
It was during that time in 1997, when my parents and my brother had to go to our native place for one our relatives' marriage for about a week. I had opted to stay in the house. My mother was telling me that she had told Pratibha aunty to look after my food as she was about to leave, much to my dismay as I had contemplated to call my friends for a party and to enjoy.
"Ok," I replied excitedly although I had plans to move out in the afternoons. Pratibha Aunty 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. During this time Pratibha Aunty used to drop in quiet regularly, with food and other tidbits. One day, a Saturday, she came in the morning and asked me about my program for the afternoon. She said that she was quiet free and wanted to watch a movie, if I had the time . I quickly gave my assent . Afternoon came and I had taken extra care in dressing myself up after a nice clean shave.
Finally, aunty did knock the doors around noon and as I opened the door, her fragrance struck me straight away.
"Pratibha Aunty, Please get in," I said while letting her in.
"Thank you, Did you get the movie?" she asked as she entered the house and looked around.
I went on and switched on the movie and and told her to get comfortable. The movie was one of those pot boilers, with some western kitsch and romance and the mandatory rape scene, where the vamp exposes too much cleavage.
During the intimate scenes, aunty kept on looking at me, making me wonder, if there was more to this than just looks.
I kept on smiling 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," Aunty 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.
