I have always keen eye for voluptuous and big sized women and have had a special attraction for older women, especially the ones which had grace and class.
Neighbours, Teachers, friend's moms, relatives etc in south India were a boon to my desires.
Social functions like weddings and other ceremonies brought the best of these women and I had my gala. I always looked forward to family gatherings, as it gave me an opportunity to come close to my aunts and family friends (all woman only).
My favourite aunt amongst all is aunt Flora who is now around 58. She was married to my uncle (mother's brother) Rajesh Kumar, who is a senior medical officer in the Army.
My uncle was posted near the border and martyred during an insurgency.
Although aunt Flora is at least about 20 years older to me now, I have always been attracted by her from my childhood.
Adolescence brought in different feelings in me towards her and I have used her as my fantasy to satiate myself in my loneliness. She is a very beautiful and smart lady, and is tall, plump and has very sharp features. She always stays fit and maintains her curvy plump figure.
She takes a lot of care of herself; she dyes her hair, treats her hands and feet to make them always look luscious. She always dressed up properly, and usually wore clothes that accentuated her height and her curves.
I specially find her legs and firm curvaceous butts very sexy, when she wears her saree or salwar kameez especially the Anarkali types with full sleeves and her high heeled sandals.
Her boobs are large may be 36 cups, and they are round and firm, and she has wide hips that sway sexily as she walks.
Aunty Flora was always very friendly to me. She used to give me a warm hug and a peck whenever we used to meet. It was during my college days that we lost my uncle. Post my college I used to make my attraction towards her visible to her by openly appreciating her and on occasions like birthdays and festivals instead of giving a short hug and peck, I would deliberately kiss her on her cheek and hug her for a few seconds longer.
Every passing year from then on, I was eager to see her and have her around. We became extremely close during these years in a casual way. I have a few times placed my hand on her thighs as if to help myself stand up, or deliberately kept touching her bare arm or hand for a few seconds longer than required. I am sure she noticed and secretly accepted my special attention but made it anymore bigger than that.
I have always thought of aunt Flora as a very independent and capable woman, beautiful as she was. but also, extremely intelligent. She used to be a teacher in the army school. After my uncle expired, she used his money effectively and started her own school, today she runs some huge institution worth millions and is a celebrity herself.
All the success was purely her toil. Today she lives, as my uncles' widow for 19 long years and her children squabbling amongst themselves over property left her all alone in her palatial flat. She is usually alone at their home. I was always inspired by her grit.
It was an accidental event which led to this romantic encounter. Which both of us possibly never envisaged but needed it utmost.
I now work in a bank as a Vice President. I am aged 38 and my flora aunty is about 57-58.
This was an incident - A friend of mine was getting engaged and her betrothal party was held at an Army Mess. And I go in there invited. I was surprised to see Flora aunty amongst the guests. It seems my friend's mom and Flora aunty were classmates in school and they have remained friends since then.
Flora aunty looked awesome, very sexy in a pink sari and a very thin blouse through which I could make out her lacy bra.
She gently sat with a glass of wine in the far corner of the room amongst the women, seductively poised to the attention of a few men in there.
I immediately walked up to her. She was gasped at seeing me and in utter surprise she threw her hands around me and gave me a warm hug.
Her warmth was so enticing, that I held her for a few more seconds to show my love and admiration for her. Or possibly my horniness! She stayed on and tightened her hug on me a little more and then we parted.
It was that moment that catapulted me into limelight both with the men for being jealous of me and with flora aunty as well. Because if she was planning to have a great evening after the party, now I was in contention too.
My chivalry grew multiple fold as I now started to take special and exclusive care of flora aunty.
We did not have any of my usual family members around and that gave us both an added amount of freedom.
I switched her wine with her usual drink 'Scotch'. She assuringly looked at me and gladly went with it. In the midst of the party she asked me if I could give her a lift back to her home. This was what I had always dreamt and longed for.
I nodded assuringly and displayed my pleasure for even being asked. And waited for those lovely words to come out of her mouth. The agony of the wait continued for two full hours and then she asked me to drive her home.
I was glad as I had reduced my drinking, as I needed to drive her safely home.
I drove her home and when we reached her place, my aunt invited me to come inside for a drink. I followed her in to the living room. Her housekeeper and maid were still waiting for her. She told me to relax on the couch and went in. Giving them instructions to leave.
In a couple of minutes both the housekeeper and the maid left. I could imagine, her loneliness how she should have felt for the last 19 years without my uncle. Though she has her kids around in the same building, they are hugely busy with their work.
All the money and all the success and fame, possibly would come to nothing when you do not have loved ones around to share.
I took off my coat and tie and relaxed on the couch and waited for aunt to return. She came out. And started making light conversation casually, and while we spoke. she walked up and bolted the door, trying to check her veranda and garden. While doing so, she also assured herself that I had the time to spend with her. I assured her sweetly.
She walked up to her closet and took out a bottle of scotch from the bar. I helped her open the bottle and pour a drink for both of us. She moved on to put on some soft music, closed all the curtains, took off her gold rimmed spectacles, loosened her hair and started to groove to the music. I handed out her drink and she took it from my hands and invited me to dance with her.
It's now, I got the feeling that tonight my aunt Flora had more than just some drinks to offer me.
The room was dimly lit, she held her glass in her left hand and placed both her hands on my shoulders around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, with my glass in my right hand.
As we danced, I looked into her eyes there was a sense of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that was now making her limp. And the quiet face of flora aunty was blurring and drowning into nothingness.
Her eyes were adamant, wanting very much of what was happening to continue, lusting as she was displaying a deep sense of yearning. Scared of some disappointment, trying her best to seduce me.
Reaching out with her right hand she slid her finger between mine and pulled my hands around her in a tight grip and placed them on her bare hips. The place between the blouse and the saree at the hips.
And put her hands through my under arms and landed them tightly upon my shoulders from behind. Her luscious breasts graciously settled on my abs below my right chest. This was my most revered aunt. And she is now in my arms. Taking charge of me, as a man. I was a bit nervous, but comfortable as if we belonged to each other.
I looked up, at her hand graciously sitting on my shoulders and noticed her Rolex date just diamante. Lovely watch.
"That's a beautiful watch" I said quietly and sensuous. The blood in her body was getting hot and warm all over her body as I could feel it.
"Is it just the watch!" she whispered.
Her heart was getting rapid, was possibly making her feel more excited. I caressed the part of her naked back between her blouse and sari with my ice moist glass, she filled with the chillness of her back and quivered into me, for a moment.
