19-12-2018, 01:12 PM
Part - 66
My heart skipped a beat, as I realized she had been keeping a watch on when I slipped in and out of the house. "Umm, I've been around, aunty..." I mumbled like an awkward teenager, hoping to charm her with my shy collegeboy charm. "Around ... around... !!!" she exclaimed, cutting me off again, as she walked up to me.
Reaching out, she caught hold of my ear, and tweaking it none to gently like a teacher would do to her truculent student, she continued "Do you know that you left the door of your terrace open... !!!" berating me like a dominating aunt. "Uh-oh..." I mumbled, wincing exaggeratedly, as she tweaked my ear rather painfully, before letting go of it. Pursing her lips, she questioned again "So where have you been spending your nights, young man... ???" nodding her head as if daring me to answer.
"Umm ... aunty ... I've been sleeping at one of my friends place..." I mumbled, praying she'd not spotted me anywhere near Alka bhabhi's house yesterday night, or Kalpana aunty's house the night before. "Hmm..." she grunted, looking at me closely, as is scrutinizing me, her lips drawn taut across her tantalizing sexy milky white face. Seeing me standing there like a chastised collegeboy, her expression relaxed.
Coming closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest, and said "Arre, beta ... your aunty gets worried, na ... your mother called me yesterday night since nobody was answering the phone here ... and it looks so bad if I am not able to tell her where you are..." cooling down considerable, and speaking in a more understanding tone. "Oh..." I mumbled, realizing I had not called up my parents this week.
Breaking into a naughty smile, she continued "Anyway ... I told her that you are doing fine ... and that you were probably at some friends place ... and that she had nothing to worry about..." caressing my chest, as she looked up at me fondly. "After all ... Sarla aunty is there to take care of you ... isn't it... ?" she added, smiling at me teasingly again as she slid her hand inside the open neck of my shirt, and playfully tugged at the hair on my chest.
Despite having my got my rocks off only a while back, I felt myself responding to her teasing mannerisms. Reaching out, I wrapped both my hands around her waist, and pulled her to me, causing her lush ripe 36-year old body to press against mine. Looking into her eyes, I said "Oh, aunty ... I missed you..." smiling shyly at her.
Slapping my arm playfully, she wrinkled her nose and said "Don't you try to sweet talk me, you little devil..." smiling nonetheless, as she caught me looking at the deep cleavage of her blouse. Suddenly, my stomach rumbled audibly, the pangs of hunger getting the better of it. "Ohh, poor boy ... you must have not even had breakfast..." she exclaimed, her motherly instincts taking over. Pulling herself out of my arms, she bustled into the kitchen, tying the pallu of her saree around her waist.
"Oh, boy ... why the hell does she turn me on so much... !!!" I groaned inwardly, even as I felt my insatiable cock stir inside my briefs. Scratching my head in wonder, I followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she went about fixing breakfast for me. Putting the milk to boil in the milk cooker, she quickly got down to making some batata-poha, a tasty Gujarati breakfast made with crushed rice flakes and potatoes.
As she was soaking the rice-flakes, she said "By the way, the servants wont be coming for the next 10 days ... they have gone to their village for Navaratri..." referring to the Gujarati festival of nine nights. "So I have asked Gajra ben to arrange for someone in the interim..." she continued, referring to the 46-year old rabaari woman, who supplied milk in our colony.
"Um ... OK..." I mumbled, wondering if Gajra ben would be sending her daughter as the domestic help. "Acchhaa ... talking about Navaratri ... I have heard that your club organizes the best Garba program in the city..." referring to the prestigious club that my father was a member of. "Uhh ... yeah ... it's quite nice..." wondering what she was driving at.
"Good ... good..." she said, as she went about making breakfast for me. As I waited, she continued "You know, beta ... every year ... for Navaratri ... my husband used to arrange for complimentary passes for some club ... but this year ... he is not able to make it..." straining the water from the rice flakes.
Glancing at me to check if I was listening, she continued "So this year when Amisha asked me, where I would be taking her ... I said sorry beta ... this year your Sarla aunty has not been able to plan anything..." tossing some finely chopped onions and green chillies into a round-bottomed pan. I tensed when I heard her mention Amisha's name, wondering what she had to do with all this.
"Uh, who Amisha, aunty... ?" I murmured, trying to put on a suitably bewildered look. "Oho ... you are so forgetful ... Amisha ... Mayuri ben's younger daughter ... the one you gifted the bicycle to ... on her birthday ... remember... ?" she exclaimed, shaking her head at my so called forgetfulness. "Oh, yes ... sorry..." I answered, nodding my head as if I'd suddenly recollected who Amisha was.
Sprinkling some spices on the chopped onions and chillies, she continued "You see ... every year I take them along with me for Garba ... the poor girls ... they don't have a father, na..." wrinkling her nose as the onions & chillies sizzled in the oil. "Hmm..." I muttered, suddenly feeling sorry about the fact that Amisha and Seema did were actually fatherless. Mayuri ben had told me more than once to stay away from Sarla bhabhi, branding her a cougar after young boys. But it didn't seem to me like Sarla bhabhi harbored any such sentiments towards her.
Tossing the chopped potatoes into the pan, and covering the pan with a lid to allow the potatoes to cook, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she said "So, beta ... will you be able to arrange passes for us to your Club..." smiling sweetly at me. "Umm ... I guess so, aunty ... I will speak to the Club Manager..." I responded, making a mental note to call up the manager.
"Umm ... will Mayuri aunty and Seema didi be also coming... ?" I asked, as Sarla bhabhi put some water to boil for making tea. Turning to look at me, she replied "No, beta ... how can Mayuri ben come ... she is a widow ... and I don't think Seema also will..." shaking her head. "Ohh..." I mumbled, nodding her head in understanding.
"She sure doesn't behave like one..." I thought to myself, reflecting on Sarla bhabhi referring to the lusty Mayuri ben as a widow. "But Amisha may like to bring some of her friends along..." Sarla bhabhi continued, as she put in tea leaves into the boiling water. "Would that be a problem, beta ... to arrange for some extra passes... ?" she asked, turning to look at me.
Pursing my lips, I pretended to think about it for a while, before answering "Umm, no ... I don't think so..." trying hard to conceal my excitement about the prospects of going for Garba with not only the teasing Sarla bhabhi and the sexy teenaged Amisha, but also her friends.
Lifting the lid of the pan to check on the contents, she said "By the way, that girl has become totally fidaa on you..." glancing at me with a naughty grin. "Who... ?" I answered, trying to sound bewildered. "Amisha..." replied Sarla bhabhi, smiling at me knowingly " ... ever since you arranged that birthday party for her ... and gifted her that bicyle..." she finished, shaking her head, as if amused by my naivety.
"Oh, that was just..." I mumbled, pretending embarrassment, and leaving my sentence unfinished. Stirring the contents of the pot, and taking a bit of it in a spoon to check on the salt, she grunted in satisfaction, before closing the lid again. The aroma of the batata-poha, coupled with my hunger, made my mouth water, and I said "Mmmm ... that smells great, aunty ... I'm dying to eat it..." smiling as I ran my tongue over my lips.
As she beamed with pride and smiled fondly, I added "How lucky I am ... to have the good fortune of breakfast being made for me by such a gorgeous lady..." grinning from ear to ear. "Chal hat..." she chided me " ... don't try to flatter your aunty..." as she reached out to playfully hit me with the ladle. Laughing, I jumped out of her reach, even as she was distracted by the tea starting to boil over.
Reaching to quickly turn off the gas, she smiled at me rather fondly. It pleased me to see another side to Sarla bhabhi. She had always been this cock-teasing aunty, a teasing, and sometimes mocking smile on her face. But now, I could see shades of something like fondness in the way she occasionally smiled at me. Continuing to smile, she fluttered her eyelashes and said "I hope you still would like to see your Sarla aunty in a ghaagra-choli..." referring to that ornately designed dreses that girls and young women wore for Garba.
"I could never forget what you told me that day ... that you used to come to watch Garba ... only to see me dance in my ghaagra-choli..." she added, continuing to smile at me seductively. It was a fact that I used to gawk at her those days. She was, after all, every teenage boy's fantasy, and the only one among the "aunties" in our colony, who dared to wear a backless choli.
"Oh, aunty..." I replied, the color rushing to my cheeks, embarrassed that she'd remembered me admitting that to her. Pleased at the response she'd elicited, she smiled and said "So, you'll get a chance to see me in that again now..." her prominent cheekbones turning a shade of red, as she smiled at me seductively. "I hope I fit into it now..." she added with a chuckle.
The batata-poha was by now ready, and as she transferred the contents into a plate, I let out a deep sigh, amazed at how much this teasing, sexy 36-year old housewife, still managed to turn me on. "Come, now ... have your naashta ... I'm sure you are starving by now..." she said in a motherly tone, as she carried the plate into the living room. I tucked into the hot batata-poha with relish, muttering praises through mouthful, as she sat next to me at our dining table, and watched me eat.
Once I'd eaten my fill, she brought me my tea. As I sipped on my tea, she cleared the plates, taking over the role of my mother in the house for the moment. It was amazing how married women could switch between different roles so easily. One moment, they could smother you with their motherly affection, and the other moment, they could overwhelm you with their pent up passion in bed.
As Sarla bhabhi returned to the living room, adjusting the pallu of her saree, she smiled at me and said "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast, beta..." patting my belly. Grabbing hold of her hand, I gallantly kissed it and said "I loved it, aunty ... but more than that, I loved your company..." grinning broadly. She beamed and blushed at the same time, as she gushed "Wait till tonight, beta ... we will have a good time..." smiling tantalizing at me again.
"I have to go to the parlor, now ... to get ready for tonight..." she added teasingly, referring to us going out for Garba tonight. "I will speak to Amisha and let you know how many extra passes we will need, OK beta..." she said, as she bustled out of the house, in the same manner in which she'd come in.
My heart skipped a beat, as I realized she had been keeping a watch on when I slipped in and out of the house. "Umm, I've been around, aunty..." I mumbled like an awkward teenager, hoping to charm her with my shy collegeboy charm. "Around ... around... !!!" she exclaimed, cutting me off again, as she walked up to me.
Reaching out, she caught hold of my ear, and tweaking it none to gently like a teacher would do to her truculent student, she continued "Do you know that you left the door of your terrace open... !!!" berating me like a dominating aunt. "Uh-oh..." I mumbled, wincing exaggeratedly, as she tweaked my ear rather painfully, before letting go of it. Pursing her lips, she questioned again "So where have you been spending your nights, young man... ???" nodding her head as if daring me to answer.
"Umm ... aunty ... I've been sleeping at one of my friends place..." I mumbled, praying she'd not spotted me anywhere near Alka bhabhi's house yesterday night, or Kalpana aunty's house the night before. "Hmm..." she grunted, looking at me closely, as is scrutinizing me, her lips drawn taut across her tantalizing sexy milky white face. Seeing me standing there like a chastised collegeboy, her expression relaxed.
Coming closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest, and said "Arre, beta ... your aunty gets worried, na ... your mother called me yesterday night since nobody was answering the phone here ... and it looks so bad if I am not able to tell her where you are..." cooling down considerable, and speaking in a more understanding tone. "Oh..." I mumbled, realizing I had not called up my parents this week.
Breaking into a naughty smile, she continued "Anyway ... I told her that you are doing fine ... and that you were probably at some friends place ... and that she had nothing to worry about..." caressing my chest, as she looked up at me fondly. "After all ... Sarla aunty is there to take care of you ... isn't it... ?" she added, smiling at me teasingly again as she slid her hand inside the open neck of my shirt, and playfully tugged at the hair on my chest.
Despite having my got my rocks off only a while back, I felt myself responding to her teasing mannerisms. Reaching out, I wrapped both my hands around her waist, and pulled her to me, causing her lush ripe 36-year old body to press against mine. Looking into her eyes, I said "Oh, aunty ... I missed you..." smiling shyly at her.
Slapping my arm playfully, she wrinkled her nose and said "Don't you try to sweet talk me, you little devil..." smiling nonetheless, as she caught me looking at the deep cleavage of her blouse. Suddenly, my stomach rumbled audibly, the pangs of hunger getting the better of it. "Ohh, poor boy ... you must have not even had breakfast..." she exclaimed, her motherly instincts taking over. Pulling herself out of my arms, she bustled into the kitchen, tying the pallu of her saree around her waist.
"Oh, boy ... why the hell does she turn me on so much... !!!" I groaned inwardly, even as I felt my insatiable cock stir inside my briefs. Scratching my head in wonder, I followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she went about fixing breakfast for me. Putting the milk to boil in the milk cooker, she quickly got down to making some batata-poha, a tasty Gujarati breakfast made with crushed rice flakes and potatoes.
As she was soaking the rice-flakes, she said "By the way, the servants wont be coming for the next 10 days ... they have gone to their village for Navaratri..." referring to the Gujarati festival of nine nights. "So I have asked Gajra ben to arrange for someone in the interim..." she continued, referring to the 46-year old rabaari woman, who supplied milk in our colony.
"Um ... OK..." I mumbled, wondering if Gajra ben would be sending her daughter as the domestic help. "Acchhaa ... talking about Navaratri ... I have heard that your club organizes the best Garba program in the city..." referring to the prestigious club that my father was a member of. "Uhh ... yeah ... it's quite nice..." wondering what she was driving at.
"Good ... good..." she said, as she went about making breakfast for me. As I waited, she continued "You know, beta ... every year ... for Navaratri ... my husband used to arrange for complimentary passes for some club ... but this year ... he is not able to make it..." straining the water from the rice flakes.
Glancing at me to check if I was listening, she continued "So this year when Amisha asked me, where I would be taking her ... I said sorry beta ... this year your Sarla aunty has not been able to plan anything..." tossing some finely chopped onions and green chillies into a round-bottomed pan. I tensed when I heard her mention Amisha's name, wondering what she had to do with all this.
"Uh, who Amisha, aunty... ?" I murmured, trying to put on a suitably bewildered look. "Oho ... you are so forgetful ... Amisha ... Mayuri ben's younger daughter ... the one you gifted the bicycle to ... on her birthday ... remember... ?" she exclaimed, shaking her head at my so called forgetfulness. "Oh, yes ... sorry..." I answered, nodding my head as if I'd suddenly recollected who Amisha was.
Sprinkling some spices on the chopped onions and chillies, she continued "You see ... every year I take them along with me for Garba ... the poor girls ... they don't have a father, na..." wrinkling her nose as the onions & chillies sizzled in the oil. "Hmm..." I muttered, suddenly feeling sorry about the fact that Amisha and Seema did were actually fatherless. Mayuri ben had told me more than once to stay away from Sarla bhabhi, branding her a cougar after young boys. But it didn't seem to me like Sarla bhabhi harbored any such sentiments towards her.
Tossing the chopped potatoes into the pan, and covering the pan with a lid to allow the potatoes to cook, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she said "So, beta ... will you be able to arrange passes for us to your Club..." smiling sweetly at me. "Umm ... I guess so, aunty ... I will speak to the Club Manager..." I responded, making a mental note to call up the manager.
"Umm ... will Mayuri aunty and Seema didi be also coming... ?" I asked, as Sarla bhabhi put some water to boil for making tea. Turning to look at me, she replied "No, beta ... how can Mayuri ben come ... she is a widow ... and I don't think Seema also will..." shaking her head. "Ohh..." I mumbled, nodding her head in understanding.
"She sure doesn't behave like one..." I thought to myself, reflecting on Sarla bhabhi referring to the lusty Mayuri ben as a widow. "But Amisha may like to bring some of her friends along..." Sarla bhabhi continued, as she put in tea leaves into the boiling water. "Would that be a problem, beta ... to arrange for some extra passes... ?" she asked, turning to look at me.
Pursing my lips, I pretended to think about it for a while, before answering "Umm, no ... I don't think so..." trying hard to conceal my excitement about the prospects of going for Garba with not only the teasing Sarla bhabhi and the sexy teenaged Amisha, but also her friends.
Lifting the lid of the pan to check on the contents, she said "By the way, that girl has become totally fidaa on you..." glancing at me with a naughty grin. "Who... ?" I answered, trying to sound bewildered. "Amisha..." replied Sarla bhabhi, smiling at me knowingly " ... ever since you arranged that birthday party for her ... and gifted her that bicyle..." she finished, shaking her head, as if amused by my naivety.
"Oh, that was just..." I mumbled, pretending embarrassment, and leaving my sentence unfinished. Stirring the contents of the pot, and taking a bit of it in a spoon to check on the salt, she grunted in satisfaction, before closing the lid again. The aroma of the batata-poha, coupled with my hunger, made my mouth water, and I said "Mmmm ... that smells great, aunty ... I'm dying to eat it..." smiling as I ran my tongue over my lips.
As she beamed with pride and smiled fondly, I added "How lucky I am ... to have the good fortune of breakfast being made for me by such a gorgeous lady..." grinning from ear to ear. "Chal hat..." she chided me " ... don't try to flatter your aunty..." as she reached out to playfully hit me with the ladle. Laughing, I jumped out of her reach, even as she was distracted by the tea starting to boil over.
Reaching to quickly turn off the gas, she smiled at me rather fondly. It pleased me to see another side to Sarla bhabhi. She had always been this cock-teasing aunty, a teasing, and sometimes mocking smile on her face. But now, I could see shades of something like fondness in the way she occasionally smiled at me. Continuing to smile, she fluttered her eyelashes and said "I hope you still would like to see your Sarla aunty in a ghaagra-choli..." referring to that ornately designed dreses that girls and young women wore for Garba.
"I could never forget what you told me that day ... that you used to come to watch Garba ... only to see me dance in my ghaagra-choli..." she added, continuing to smile at me seductively. It was a fact that I used to gawk at her those days. She was, after all, every teenage boy's fantasy, and the only one among the "aunties" in our colony, who dared to wear a backless choli.
"Oh, aunty..." I replied, the color rushing to my cheeks, embarrassed that she'd remembered me admitting that to her. Pleased at the response she'd elicited, she smiled and said "So, you'll get a chance to see me in that again now..." her prominent cheekbones turning a shade of red, as she smiled at me seductively. "I hope I fit into it now..." she added with a chuckle.
The batata-poha was by now ready, and as she transferred the contents into a plate, I let out a deep sigh, amazed at how much this teasing, sexy 36-year old housewife, still managed to turn me on. "Come, now ... have your naashta ... I'm sure you are starving by now..." she said in a motherly tone, as she carried the plate into the living room. I tucked into the hot batata-poha with relish, muttering praises through mouthful, as she sat next to me at our dining table, and watched me eat.
Once I'd eaten my fill, she brought me my tea. As I sipped on my tea, she cleared the plates, taking over the role of my mother in the house for the moment. It was amazing how married women could switch between different roles so easily. One moment, they could smother you with their motherly affection, and the other moment, they could overwhelm you with their pent up passion in bed.
As Sarla bhabhi returned to the living room, adjusting the pallu of her saree, she smiled at me and said "I hope you enjoyed your breakfast, beta..." patting my belly. Grabbing hold of her hand, I gallantly kissed it and said "I loved it, aunty ... but more than that, I loved your company..." grinning broadly. She beamed and blushed at the same time, as she gushed "Wait till tonight, beta ... we will have a good time..." smiling tantalizing at me again.
"I have to go to the parlor, now ... to get ready for tonight..." she added teasingly, referring to us going out for Garba tonight. "I will speak to Amisha and let you know how many extra passes we will need, OK beta..." she said, as she bustled out of the house, in the same manner in which she'd come in.
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