04-02-2019, 02:56 PM
“Well, I am relieved.” She did not seem relieved. Next morning, she was again wearing that white, lace bra. When I finished hooking it up, she turned to face me and asked, once again, “Are you sure, you are okay with it?” She was very serious, and I couldn’t understand why.
“Yes, I am.” I said forcefully. “Don’t worry.””I won’t.” She whispered. As I was about to exit the door, she called me, “Raj!”I turned to see what she wanted. When I looked at her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was standing in front of me without her bra. Her breasts were fully exposed for me to see. I stood there with my mouth agape. She asked, “How about now? Are you okay with this as well?”
A thousand and one emotions went through my system in milliseconds. My dick went from 0 to 90 degrees in a snap. She must have heard that snap as it hit the cloth and stretched it out. My aunt was standing topless in front of me, asking me if I was okay with her being that way. Her eyes were glazed and her face taut. She seemed in a daze. I did the only thing that came to my mind. Actually at that time, my mind had no ability left to think, so I moved with instinct. I went up to her and looked at her breasts closely. I could see the blue veins running though her flesh, the erect nipples, and the goose bumps around her areola. She was trembling. I gazed at them for a while and then slowly reached with my arms and placed my hands gently on each of her breasts. She gave a muffled sob as my hands cupped her breast and pressed on them gently. I looked into her face. Her eyes were closed. I waited for her to look at me. After a few moments, she looked at me. I looked into her eyes and with trembling lips whispered, “Yeah, I am okay with it.”
I had to leave at that moment because I didn’t know what to do next, and I am sure neither did she. The softness and the warmth of her breasts stayed on my hands all through the day. I didn’t even attend many of my classes. I sat under a tree, hidden from view of most of my college fellows, and came home rather early. I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed. She slunk into my room. I didn’t get up. She came and stood next to the bed. She had covered her chest with a dupatta. I just looked at her as she looked at me. She slowly removed the dupatta from her chest and said to me, almost in a whisper, “I spent my entire day like this.” I could see the shape of her breasts through the thin material. Her nipples were erect and poking through.
Why?” I asked with a similar whisper. Because you didn’t hook me up before you left.” She said seriously as she waived her bra in front of me. I laughed hard when I realized that she had spent the whole day without her bra. She put her finger on her lips to shush me. I asked, “Why didn’t you ask someone to help you?”
“Only you are supposed to hook me up.” She said in a way that I almost felt like kissing her. She removed her shirt and showed her breast to me again. I jumped up from my bed and cupped them quickly. There was more vigor in my touches. I was being rough with her. She just sobbed while I touched, caressed, squeezed, and hurt her breasts.
When she realized that I wasn’t going to stop, she pulled herself a little away and said, “Quick before somebody finds out that I am here.” Then she put the bra on her breasts and turned her back to me so I could hook her up. After hooking her up, I reached around and placed my hands on her breasts again. She had to force my hands away so she could put her shirt back on. I continued caressing her breasts even after that and she actually had to hold my hands to stop me so she could leave. I was out of control, to say the least. I was feeling very erratic. My blood was rushing through my body so fast that I felt dizzy. My brain couldn’t keep up with my emotions. I spent the whole weekend on hot coals, but the fire burnt through my passion so much that by the time we met again, I was calm and in control of my hands. When I placed my hands on her naked breasts during the next opportunity that came, she did something that I found very endearing. While I caressed and squeezed her breasts, she held my face in her hands. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I practically melted with affection. She let me play with her as I saw fit and she only showered me with unspoken love. My chest felt so heavy that the feelings almost oozed out of my eyes.
“Yes, I am.” I said forcefully. “Don’t worry.””I won’t.” She whispered. As I was about to exit the door, she called me, “Raj!”I turned to see what she wanted. When I looked at her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was standing in front of me without her bra. Her breasts were fully exposed for me to see. I stood there with my mouth agape. She asked, “How about now? Are you okay with this as well?”
A thousand and one emotions went through my system in milliseconds. My dick went from 0 to 90 degrees in a snap. She must have heard that snap as it hit the cloth and stretched it out. My aunt was standing topless in front of me, asking me if I was okay with her being that way. Her eyes were glazed and her face taut. She seemed in a daze. I did the only thing that came to my mind. Actually at that time, my mind had no ability left to think, so I moved with instinct. I went up to her and looked at her breasts closely. I could see the blue veins running though her flesh, the erect nipples, and the goose bumps around her areola. She was trembling. I gazed at them for a while and then slowly reached with my arms and placed my hands gently on each of her breasts. She gave a muffled sob as my hands cupped her breast and pressed on them gently. I looked into her face. Her eyes were closed. I waited for her to look at me. After a few moments, she looked at me. I looked into her eyes and with trembling lips whispered, “Yeah, I am okay with it.”
I had to leave at that moment because I didn’t know what to do next, and I am sure neither did she. The softness and the warmth of her breasts stayed on my hands all through the day. I didn’t even attend many of my classes. I sat under a tree, hidden from view of most of my college fellows, and came home rather early. I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed. She slunk into my room. I didn’t get up. She came and stood next to the bed. She had covered her chest with a dupatta. I just looked at her as she looked at me. She slowly removed the dupatta from her chest and said to me, almost in a whisper, “I spent my entire day like this.” I could see the shape of her breasts through the thin material. Her nipples were erect and poking through.
Why?” I asked with a similar whisper. Because you didn’t hook me up before you left.” She said seriously as she waived her bra in front of me. I laughed hard when I realized that she had spent the whole day without her bra. She put her finger on her lips to shush me. I asked, “Why didn’t you ask someone to help you?”
“Only you are supposed to hook me up.” She said in a way that I almost felt like kissing her. She removed her shirt and showed her breast to me again. I jumped up from my bed and cupped them quickly. There was more vigor in my touches. I was being rough with her. She just sobbed while I touched, caressed, squeezed, and hurt her breasts.
When she realized that I wasn’t going to stop, she pulled herself a little away and said, “Quick before somebody finds out that I am here.” Then she put the bra on her breasts and turned her back to me so I could hook her up. After hooking her up, I reached around and placed my hands on her breasts again. She had to force my hands away so she could put her shirt back on. I continued caressing her breasts even after that and she actually had to hold my hands to stop me so she could leave. I was out of control, to say the least. I was feeling very erratic. My blood was rushing through my body so fast that I felt dizzy. My brain couldn’t keep up with my emotions. I spent the whole weekend on hot coals, but the fire burnt through my passion so much that by the time we met again, I was calm and in control of my hands. When I placed my hands on her naked breasts during the next opportunity that came, she did something that I found very endearing. While I caressed and squeezed her breasts, she held my face in her hands. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I practically melted with affection. She let me play with her as I saw fit and she only showered me with unspoken love. My chest felt so heavy that the feelings almost oozed out of my eyes.
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