Drunk aunty
Hi My name is Ravi 25yrs old settled in Bangalore. I was from a lower middle class family. My father was a school teacher and my mother housewife. This story had happened when I was 18yrs old. My parents were settled in a village 40km from Ernakulam. There were no good colleges near by our village. So I had to go to Ernakulam for my college. It was difficult for me to go all the way to college from my home everyday and also my parents didn’t have enough money to admit me in the hostel. So the only option left was to stay with one of my distant relative Shobha who was living in Ernakulam. She readily agreed to this option because she was staying alone in her home, as she had not yet married although she was 33 yrs old. So my college life started out there from my Shobha auntie’s house. Now about Auntie she was an average looking woman with about 160cm height and around 55kg medium complexion, short light brown hair till her shoulder, shining black eyes. Although she didn’t have very big pair of tits they were very firm and they stood upright. Her ass was bigger when compared to the normal expectations. She was working in a private firm and had very good income that she didn’t know how to spend, as she didn’t had many relatives. So my life out there was pretty lavish. I had a room with attached bath near my auntie’s in the 3-bedroom house. We became good friends in no time as she was of such friendly nature and also because we both had no one else out there to mingle with. She lived a jolly life may be because she wanted to forget all her past. (Her past was full of tragedies, which I don’t want to explain now and even you wont be interested in all those sad stories.) She used to go have drinks with her friends during the parties but she never used to be really so much drunk that she looses her control. But after one late night party when she reached the house I found that she was totally drunk and she had a bottle of beer in her hands when she knocked the door. When I opened the door hearing the bell ringing I saw Shobha auntie leaning on her back on a pillar with the beer bottle in left hand and a ladies cigarette in right. On seeing me she smiled and said sorry for disturbing during the late hours. She told that she is in a great mood after the party and she wants to drink and smoke all night. I looked at her whole body. She was wearing body tight jeans and a white low neck short Kurta with 2 buttons, the top one being open. I helped her in into the drawing room and she sat on the sofa. She kept the bottle of beer on the small table and asked me to sit there to give her a company. I asked her to stop drinking for the day and go to sleep but she plainly refused to the idea. She was so drunk that she was speaking a lot. She jumped from topics to topics. I remained a mere listener not interested in her talks. But I couldn’t resist myself looking at her shaped tits as she had her top button open. She in between bend for taking the beer bottle from the small table and keeping it back when I got glimpses of her cleavage. She had a white bra inside her Kurta. I was thoroughly enjoying the feast in front of me when she got up. Now I couldn’t any longer peep into her Kurta, so I was naturally a bit sad. But she came near me laid down on my lap. She continued her talks in my lap looking on my face. Her head was so near my half erect dick that I was totally out of state. She held my right hand and started playing with it casually and after sometime kept it on her belly just on the top part of the jeans. Half my hands rested on her jeans and rest on her belly. I tried to pull it but couldn’t reach more than her upper stomach just below her boobs when she held it again. The lower part of kurta came up with my hand and I could now see a small portion of her belly. Her navel was just below the top portion of her jeans. She had a great navel with a definite round shape and a small height. She had black mole very close to her navel, which took me by surprise. My hands were still on her upper belly and I was trying to move it as near as her boobs as possible without she noticing it. When it almost reached her boobs she got up in a flash and I really got a bit tensed. To my relief she asked me to guide her to the toilet. She was in no state of moving about alone. I held by her waist with her left hand on my shoulder and guided her towards the toilet attached to her bedroom. It had a western style lavatory in it. She stood there inside the toilet leaning against the wall and I was about to retreat closing the door when she called me. She yelled “Are you leaving me in the half way? Now how will I come out of this jeans “. I slowly moved towards her and was in a state of confusion whether she trying to show me her private parts or else are she really innocent. The smile in her face made me believe that she really is innocent and she is in no position to open her jeans by herself. Anyway I was happy that I would be able to see more of her private parts. I went near her and knelt down in front of her. I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zip. She had black panty inside. She was standing with her back leaning on the wall. It was very difficult to pull down the jeans but I found it very exciting because I could slowly see more and more of her hidden parts. While removing the jeans I took great care in touching her maximum and I brushed my hands all over her thighs in an innocent manner which she didn’t care of. She had smooth a bit hairy thighs with not even a small mark on it other than the black mole on her inner left thigh. Now she was standing in front of me with a white kurta and black panty on. I watched her from top to bottom. She asked me to balance her by her back and turned with her back towards me. I used both my hands to hold her by waist. Still she was moving front and back as a pendulum. She lowered her panty herself to about half her thigh.