24-02-2019, 01:45 PM
The quiet girl of his class whom he had always fancied had never been accessible to him from the romance point of view. They were close friends. But it was other boys that lavished attention on her. And she seemed preoccupied between them and her studies .
The same girl, a woman now, had no one to turn to in the isolation of the university campus. He had her undivided attention.
Between his 45th and 50th year, there had been a series of reunions. Each reunion brought home the ease of using linked in, Facebook and other social media. He searched for her in the college reunion and she had not been there. When he went looking for her with gusto, he found her in this remote campus.
"You never noticed me in college!" she complained with a pout when they got past the initial rounds of catching up.
"Quite the contrary!" he replied. "You were gorgeous then and you had guys around you all the time. You never noticed me expect for mundane things. But you are gorgeous now too!" he complimented her,. It was not entirely true. But he said it anyway.
"Am I?" she asked. "No, you are lying. Professor hardly notices me,"
"But I am fit!" she said. She stood up and swung around showing off her figure. IT was then that he saw her large breasts. But what really accentuated them was her narrow waist and flat tummy -- even if her hips were curvaceous and wide.
"Not bad for a 50 year old with two kids isn't it?" she boasted.
And then she did something unimaginable. She pulled up her t-shirt and patted her stomach and slid her hand down to pouch the gentle bulge of her belly. "You could not have said I have two kids," she said.
She was now facing the camera side on to show Sunil how flat her belly really was and how trim she had become.
"How?" asked Sunil. She was gorgeous. Though he had not meant it, his statement turned out to be true.
"Oh, the gym!" she said. The university has an excellent gym and I go there regularly. Professor accompanies me. But mostly his students who use the gym heavily helped me along, encouraging me."
"Would you like to see my gym outfit?" she asked on another occasion.
"Sure," he replied.
"Shall I take you to my room?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yes," he replied, his throat drying up at the suggestion in her voice.
She leaned forward giving him his umpteenth view of her sumptuous breasts. She lifted the laptop and holding it walked to her room. With each step she was treated to the sight of her jiggling breasts. Her torso was directly in front of the camera. He could see the outline of her nipple and he hoped the room was far, far away and that he would be able to ogle her tits for long.
There was something different about watching a woman who he knew closely. Watching women was not a big deal in the Internet era. Nor was it so modest with Bollywood films anymore. The heroines of today dressed as skimpily as the vamps of yesteryears.
The same girl, a woman now, had no one to turn to in the isolation of the university campus. He had her undivided attention.
Between his 45th and 50th year, there had been a series of reunions. Each reunion brought home the ease of using linked in, Facebook and other social media. He searched for her in the college reunion and she had not been there. When he went looking for her with gusto, he found her in this remote campus.
"You never noticed me in college!" she complained with a pout when they got past the initial rounds of catching up.
"Quite the contrary!" he replied. "You were gorgeous then and you had guys around you all the time. You never noticed me expect for mundane things. But you are gorgeous now too!" he complimented her,. It was not entirely true. But he said it anyway.
"Am I?" she asked. "No, you are lying. Professor hardly notices me,"
"But I am fit!" she said. She stood up and swung around showing off her figure. IT was then that he saw her large breasts. But what really accentuated them was her narrow waist and flat tummy -- even if her hips were curvaceous and wide.
"Not bad for a 50 year old with two kids isn't it?" she boasted.
And then she did something unimaginable. She pulled up her t-shirt and patted her stomach and slid her hand down to pouch the gentle bulge of her belly. "You could not have said I have two kids," she said.
She was now facing the camera side on to show Sunil how flat her belly really was and how trim she had become.
"How?" asked Sunil. She was gorgeous. Though he had not meant it, his statement turned out to be true.
"Oh, the gym!" she said. The university has an excellent gym and I go there regularly. Professor accompanies me. But mostly his students who use the gym heavily helped me along, encouraging me."
"Would you like to see my gym outfit?" she asked on another occasion.
"Sure," he replied.
"Shall I take you to my room?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yes," he replied, his throat drying up at the suggestion in her voice.
She leaned forward giving him his umpteenth view of her sumptuous breasts. She lifted the laptop and holding it walked to her room. With each step she was treated to the sight of her jiggling breasts. Her torso was directly in front of the camera. He could see the outline of her nipple and he hoped the room was far, far away and that he would be able to ogle her tits for long.
There was something different about watching a woman who he knew closely. Watching women was not a big deal in the Internet era. Nor was it so modest with Bollywood films anymore. The heroines of today dressed as skimpily as the vamps of yesteryears.
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