Tallat was the wife of my cousin. She was a mature woman and if I were to guess her age she'd have been 35 or so. Her complexion and skin was as white as porcelain. She had a plump figure and some might even say fat, but she was a tall woman at 5'9", so she didn't look fat but fleshy. She has the loveliest face I have ever seen.
She had nice breasts, big enough to suit her frame, but still firm and perky. Her ass was one of the best features of her body; nice, big and round. Not like those who barely have anything they could call an ass. Her ass was perfect. Her waist was getting larger as the years went by and her legs were long and still in good shape. She had long, medium brown hair all the way to her butt. When she walked her breasts always seemed to be bouncing up and down and her ass swaying from left to right.
The only thing that was more attractive than her ass was her eyes. They were the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen in my life. I had never seen anyone with such blue eyes as bright and as vibrant as hers.
She was my dream woman and I've been thinking about her a lot. She was sensual, so beautiful. She had the best attributes among our relatives. I lusted for her as much as anyone. I didn't think that a nineteen-year-old like me could get anywhere near her, but I wanted her badly.
She was always with me, in my fantasies, even in my dreams. I needed her. I wanted her. I wanted to be one with Tallat.
One day, my lucky stars smiled on me. When my father asked me to give a massage to my cousin I was more than happy. I dressed up a little nicer and about 10am I went to her home. I knocked on the door and Tallat opened it but she didn't recognize me.
"Do I know you?" She asked.
"I'm Zeshan, cousin of your husband"
"Oh, my god. It is you. Wow, you turned out pretty good now that you are grown Zeshan. I never would have thought it, considering what a dork you were as a kid."
I looked her over, without being too obvious about it. Tallat had always been a little larger than most women, and time had filled her out nicely. We laughed, and she reached out and gave me a hug. As we drew away from our hug, I looked her in the eye, and she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.
"Come in! Why are you standing in the doorway? Our home is your home", and she grabbed my hand and led me to in the house.
She asked me to sit and asked me what brought me to her home after such a long time? I told her that my father has sent me to give the massage to your husband. We spoke for some time. I could sense Tallat's eyes were on me. I looked down at her, and she smiled quietly. She then asked me that if I could stay while she washed clothing. So she did washing, but always returned to talk with me in between.
During this time I noticed good-sized bruises on her biceps and asked her what happened.
"My husband got a little rough, but he didn't mean to hurt me," She said.
Knowing the background of her family, I knew her husband was a wicked man and I never liked him. I also knew that this wasn't the first time he had bruised her. This woman captivated me because she seemed to be looking at me slightly lasciviously, almost lecherously all the time.
"Zeshan, are you free for a little while? She asked. I want to move some heavy cupboards from one corner of the room to the other and I can't do it alone as it too heavy."
"Of course! I'm free and would be pleased to help you" I replied.
"Thank you, please come with me" and she walked to the room.
As I followed this tall brunette into the other room I couldn't help but notice her firm buns moving freely under the thin fabric of her cotton shilwar qameez. I wanted to grab that beautiful ample ass and pull to close to me and hold it tight.
The sleeveless qameez she had on fitted her form nicely and perhaps showed me just a little too much of her breasts, as she hadn't worn a bra. The fabric clinging to the fullness of her womanly form and the nipples protruding was a real turn on for me.
In the room she showed me the cupboard and asked me where it should be moved. I tried to push it but it was heavy and I couldn't move it alone so she also came to help me. Now we both were trying to push it ahead. Her one arm was touching mine and that was a sensation. As we both were pushing it, suddenly the cupboard lost it balance and tipped to one side, resulting in a big can falling from its top. It struck my head and then my foot. It really hurt me and I took my head in my hands.
She looked nervous when she turned her face to me so I said,
" Don't worry, it doesn't feel serious."
She said, "Should I just hold you? You need to be held."
She moved over to me and held me and I rested my head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me.
The feelings I had as she had held me close to her body was something beautiful. She led me to the nearby bed where she sat and placed my head in her lap and started massaging my head. My face was buried between in her thighs and I could smell a strange and romantic aroma from her thighs, while my back of my head was touching with her breasts. I was getting aroused and my cock was started moving.
" How do you feel now, Zeshan?" She asked.
" Its feels all right and the pain has subsided" I replied.
"And your foot? It must hurt too"
"Yes it does."
"Okay, I'm to massage it," she said.
She gently took my head in her head and placed it on a pillow. I didn't know what would happen next but I felt like an idiot for telling her about the pain of my foot. She bent and asked me, "Where is the pain?
