Simran & Me - english indain sex story
Posted: 03 Nov 2015 08:15
It’s a cold, late winter night. I’m at my job at the local airport (which I left long back). I’m employed as a baggage handler for one of the major airlines. A big storm in the Mumbai has cancelled our last jet of the evening and I’m getting ready to leave early. As I walk out of the terminal, I see my Aunt Simran standing in front of one of the other ticket counters, looking at the arrivals boards.
Actually, what first caught my eye was this great ass in a pair of jeans. I chuckle to myself as I do a double take, realizing it’s my aunt. Simran looks a little like Rekha; the famous film star. With black hair that cascades just below her shoulders, bedroom eyes, and my favourite feature (besides her ass) a pair of great tits. After a kid, her 5’8′ frame doesn’t show any wear and has been the highlight of many fantasies since I was about 16 years old.
She sees me walking over and as I get a firm hug she explains that she’s supposed to meet Uncle (her husband), who’s out of town on business. Turns out the same storm letting me go early, is delaying her husbands’ flight 4 hours. Plus it was starting to heavy wind here. The two of them are my favourite relatives and I visit them as often as I can. She’s the youngest in her family and is only about 10 years older than me. She invites me over for the dinner that was waiting for Uncle. They just live about 20 minutes outside the city, so she was going to return later to pick up uncle.
She asks me to drive, because the storm was getting worse. The whole time this conversation is going on, I sneak glances at her sweater encased tits. She usually doesn’t wear a bra around the house, which always makes for great viewing. Seems she left the house without one. We get to her house and her kid greet me, who is 7 years old. The lady next door had been watching them while mom was out. I’m saying my “hello’s” as the neighbour goes home.
During all this, the phone rings. It’s Uncle and his flight has been cancelled. He’ll return about noon the next day. The fantasy wheels begin to click in my head. We eat and watch some TV with the little one. Simran puts him to bed, while I have a couple beers. I watched her ass go up the stairs to the kids room. Not a whole lot had been happening, socially, for me. The 3rd shift I worked had put a real cramp in the dating scene. Most of my friends had gotten married or were living with someone, so it was kind of slow. I kept seeing those tits swell under that sweater as she breathed. Great tits. When Simran returned, she grabbed herself a beer and we sat there on the couch just shooting the bull. She’s real easy to talk to, and the beers flowed as it got late.
Eventually, the conversation turned to girls and what I was up to lately with the chicks. The beers had loosened me up quite a bit and I guess I started sounding pretty bummed about how things were going. Simran had gotten this concerned look on her face and I realized how pathetic I must sound. I made a couple jokes and changed the subject. We decided it was time to call it a night.
Simran was cleaning up the empties and as she bent over the coffee-table, I got a great cleavage shot. The no bra there which was confirmed. Beers and the storm decided I would spend the night. They had finished off part of the basement into a spare room, which was where I had stayed on past occasions. It was quiet, away from the kid and with a TV, it was a good a place as any to curl up. I said my good nights and Simran gave me a big hug, telling me to cheer up. Those tits pressed against me and I could feel the blood rush to my dick. She kissed me on the cheek and headed up the stairs. I went to the basement, got undressed and slid into bed to watch a little more TV.
I could still feel the hug and the way those tits felt against me. I was hard as a rock and started to stroke myself by the light of the tube. I was really starting to get worked up. I pictured Simran’s tits wrapped around my dick, her looking up at me with those bedroom eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to slow down and make it last. I could feel her ass in my hands as I hugged her to me. I pushed the covers back to make room for a really good cum. Something makes me open my eyes and I see Simran standing in the doorway.
Actually, what first caught my eye was this great ass in a pair of jeans. I chuckle to myself as I do a double take, realizing it’s my aunt. Simran looks a little like Rekha; the famous film star. With black hair that cascades just below her shoulders, bedroom eyes, and my favourite feature (besides her ass) a pair of great tits. After a kid, her 5’8′ frame doesn’t show any wear and has been the highlight of many fantasies since I was about 16 years old.
She sees me walking over and as I get a firm hug she explains that she’s supposed to meet Uncle (her husband), who’s out of town on business. Turns out the same storm letting me go early, is delaying her husbands’ flight 4 hours. Plus it was starting to heavy wind here. The two of them are my favourite relatives and I visit them as often as I can. She’s the youngest in her family and is only about 10 years older than me. She invites me over for the dinner that was waiting for Uncle. They just live about 20 minutes outside the city, so she was going to return later to pick up uncle.
She asks me to drive, because the storm was getting worse. The whole time this conversation is going on, I sneak glances at her sweater encased tits. She usually doesn’t wear a bra around the house, which always makes for great viewing. Seems she left the house without one. We get to her house and her kid greet me, who is 7 years old. The lady next door had been watching them while mom was out. I’m saying my “hello’s” as the neighbour goes home.
During all this, the phone rings. It’s Uncle and his flight has been cancelled. He’ll return about noon the next day. The fantasy wheels begin to click in my head. We eat and watch some TV with the little one. Simran puts him to bed, while I have a couple beers. I watched her ass go up the stairs to the kids room. Not a whole lot had been happening, socially, for me. The 3rd shift I worked had put a real cramp in the dating scene. Most of my friends had gotten married or were living with someone, so it was kind of slow. I kept seeing those tits swell under that sweater as she breathed. Great tits. When Simran returned, she grabbed herself a beer and we sat there on the couch just shooting the bull. She’s real easy to talk to, and the beers flowed as it got late.
Eventually, the conversation turned to girls and what I was up to lately with the chicks. The beers had loosened me up quite a bit and I guess I started sounding pretty bummed about how things were going. Simran had gotten this concerned look on her face and I realized how pathetic I must sound. I made a couple jokes and changed the subject. We decided it was time to call it a night.
Simran was cleaning up the empties and as she bent over the coffee-table, I got a great cleavage shot. The no bra there which was confirmed. Beers and the storm decided I would spend the night. They had finished off part of the basement into a spare room, which was where I had stayed on past occasions. It was quiet, away from the kid and with a TV, it was a good a place as any to curl up. I said my good nights and Simran gave me a big hug, telling me to cheer up. Those tits pressed against me and I could feel the blood rush to my dick. She kissed me on the cheek and headed up the stairs. I went to the basement, got undressed and slid into bed to watch a little more TV.
I could still feel the hug and the way those tits felt against me. I was hard as a rock and started to stroke myself by the light of the tube. I was really starting to get worked up. I pictured Simran’s tits wrapped around my dick, her looking up at me with those bedroom eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to slow down and make it last. I could feel her ass in my hands as I hugged her to me. I pushed the covers back to make room for a really good cum. Something makes me open my eyes and I see Simran standing in the doorway.