For an 18-year-old, I was an introvert and it took a while before I warmed up to people. This shyness was usually perceived as inherent goodness which made me quite popular with mothers of my friends. Amrita Gupta was her name, the mother of my friend Dev Gupta on whom I had a crush. I would suddenly go silent whenever she walked into the room, my cheeks turning red. I stole glances at her and would love it when she perceived my inherent shyness as cute.
Now let me describe her, fair as milk a buxom beauty. Inherently chic always dressed to match the occasion, this was something I expected of her since she worked in the apparel industry. Pink lips that went perfectly with the backdrop of her fair face. Though she had slightly bigger breasts she was not fat, the right word I feel to describe her would be petite. I would say her measurements were 34-26-32. Hair flowing down to her hips, she had the glow of an angel. She had a presence that always seemed to entice me thus drawing me to her and an aroma so intoxicating that any man would go weak on his knees.
Dev was my age but had been enrolled in school late, and hence was a grade behind me. I would always be on the lookout for a reason to hang at his house to ogle at his mother. I always admired her beauty from afar, but all this changed when Dev's dad was transferred. I started hanging out at his house more and thus the relationship between me and auntie evolved into something that was more cordial. We became friends, having conversations about everything under the sun. As time progressed auntie had become a bit chubby, but with uncle's transfer she had all this extra time on her hands and so she decided to hit the gym. With time results were starting to show. The plump stomach and sagging breasts now gave way to a perfectly toned stomach and breasts that would put an 18-year-old to shame.
I too became a regular at the gym since that meant additional time spent in auntie's presence. I saw how men stared at auntie yearningly especially the trainers who were always on the lookout to cope a feel under the guise of correcting her form or simply giving advice. I knew this expression well since it was the same one that was well implanted in my eye, I was just better at hiding it. I knew if I had to best these assholes, I needed to know more than them and thus began my quest to gain more knowledge by reading about fitness, studying the effects of various diets and everything that could accentuate the human body.
Amrita auntie was what you call a beauty with brains and steered clear of these men. It also helped that I'd become adept at the gym myself. We both would work out together and I could feel the envious glance of all the men in the gym. Our newfound camaraderie afforded me further sanctions and now while hanging out at Dev's house I'd casually place my hand on auntie's shoulder, and she wouldn't bat an eye. We would work out in the morning and then meet again in the evening when I was hanging out with Dev at the house. We would all watch TV together or sometimes stand in the kitchen conversing while Dev was immersing himself in video games.
Amrita auntie had an hourglass figure and an ass that could be spotted from the moon. I would stand behind her while she labored at the stove. Initially I'd place a hand on her shoulder but which each passing day I'd grown bolder. The hand now would drop down from over the shoulder and would rest firmly on her breast while my crotch would be implanted to her ass. I'd hold my crotch a little back as I always hard in her presence. To tackle this, I now started standing beside her my hand resting on her waist or her breast while I conversed with her. She didn't seem to mind because our bodies had rubbed against each other numerous times while toiling it out during workouts.
Though initially I'd only joined the gym with the intention to be graced by auntie's presence, that changed when the workouts and diets started to yield results. Auntie too began to take notice. Initially I was be the one showering her with praises, but now I too was at the receiving end of her compliments. When we conversed in the kitchen her hand too would wander and find its way to my waist. Just her hand on my waist would be enough to entice me and get my cock brimming with pre-cum. I would be perpetually hard in her presence. Sometimes I would be so wound up that I'd run to the terrace once I'd left her house to wank one off just so that my hard-on would subside.
We'd reached that comfort level where we were completing each other's sentences. While conversing and playing the fool around sometimes I'd go really close to her face and God that sometimes made me want her to pin her down and kiss her as hard as possible. Holding back took a lot of effort. Like auntie now I too started getting longing glances, except they were from the women in the gym. I paid no heed to it as all I wanted was Amrita. In the meantime, Dev's dad was back on vacation and so auntie couldn't hit the gym like before. I missed her touch, presence and aroma. Even when I was hanging out at the house in the evening I'd have to hold back since uncle was always around. No more intimate conversations by the stove, no more brushes of the body. All I did was play video games in Dev's place and the rest of the time I'd shag my virgin cock thinking of different ways to fuck Amrita auntie.
