Hi, I am Manish from Delhi. I read interesting erotic stories on this website and decided to share my experience.
I had this experience in Bengaluru, but I am from Delhi. About five years ago, I got a job in a startup company in Bengaluru. Money wasn’t great, but I was happy the managers liked my ideas, so I moved to Bengaluru.
Life in Bengaluru is a little slow-paced compared to Delhi. Traffic is severe, but Bengaluru traffic is more congested because of rapid growth. Drinks are more expensive in Bengaluru, but smaller local bars are usually more affordable. Women in Bengaluru are equally hot, but it’s not easy to get friendly with them. That brings us to my experience with a hot South Indian auntie in Bengaluru.
It happened on a Wednesday afternoon. I’d taken an early lunch break from the office. I was riding on a Honda Activa in a quieter area of Indiranagar. The road wasn’t too busy, but suddenly a woman tried to cross the road in a hurry. I applied the brake and avoided hitting her, but she panicked and fell down. I quickly got down from the bike, put down the stand, and went to her. I helped her stand up and walk to the side of the road. Then I went to my bike and pushed it to the side of the road. I noticed a few vegetables had rolled out of her bag. I picked up the vegies from the road and went to her. Before I could give the vegies and apologize to her, two men came to us and accused me of rash driving. The woman quickly defended me, telling them it was her mistake for crossing the road in a hurry. The men still warned me and left. I thanked her and asked her if she was okay. She told me she was okay. I gave the vegetables to her, apologized, and thanked her again for defending me. She told me not to worry because it was her mistake. I felt sorry for ruining her day because she looked like she had taken a bath and worn a good saree to come out for grocery shopping. I hoped she didn’t get hurt and asked if I could drop her home. She told me she was alright to walk and patted dust from the saree on the side of her left hip. “Oh no!” she said, seeing a large patch of dust that was stuck to her saree after her fall.
“Your saree has become very dirty. Please, let me drop you home.” I requested.
She hesitated for a second, then she said, “Ok. It’s not too far from here.”
We sat on the bike, and she gave me directions. I rode the bike for about ten minutes and reached her place. Her house was an impressive medium-sized bungalow in a posh area.
She invited me inside. I hesitated, but she told me not to feel shy and requested me to come inside again. So I agreed. I parked the bike on the side of the street and went with her. She opened the large gate, and we entered the compound. As we walked together, she told me her housemaid had taken leave and that’s why she had to do the shopping.
We crossed the small garden and reached the front door. She opened the door and welcomed me inside. I entered the house, and I was immediately impressed by the large, well-maintained living room. She asked me to sit down on the sofa and asked if I would like to have tea, coffee, milk, or juice. I told her just cold water will be enough. She went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water and a glass. She gave me the bottle and the glass and told me she’ll quickly change her clothes and come back.
After she left the room, I drank water and looked around, wondering if her husband was at home.
She returned within five minutes wearing a pink, sleeveless, midi nightie. It was a simple nightie, but it fit her well, outlining her very curvy body. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and boobs were large. As she sat on the sofa, opposite me, I guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She gave me a shy smile as if she’d caught me looking at her boobs. I was a bit embarrassed. She put me at easy by chatting casually with me. She asked me to tell her about myself, my family, and my job. I told her I am from Delhi. My parents and my younger sister live there, and I’ve been working in Bengaluru for a startup for about one year. Then I asked about her. She told me she and her husband were Malayalee, but she was born and raised in Bengaluru. Her husband is a managing director in a private company, and they have two children. Her son is eight years old, and her daughter is only 2 years old. She had left her daughter with her neighbor, as it was difficult to do grocery shopping while pushing a pram with a little child inside. I asked her if it was time for her to bring her daughter back from the neighbor. She told me she’ll bring her daughter back after half an hour, and she has given a bottle of breast milk to the neighbor to feed her daughter if she cries.
When I heard her say ‘breast milk,’ I was aroused. She was like a complete package: a woman with a pretty face, a curvy body, and large breasts with fresh milk. I sensed her looking at me and saw her face.
She gave me a shy smile, then she asked, “Are you sure you don’t want tea, coffee, or milk?”
“Milk,” I said without thinking, mesmerized by the shape and size of her large breasts.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, “Hot or cold?”
“Cold,” I said, hoping she’d understand.
She gazed at me for a couple of seconds before raising her hands to her breasts and cupping them gently. “It’s not too cold. Is room temperature ok? she asked.
I smiled, hoping she was talking about her milk. “Is it fresh?” I asked.
She laughed. “You’re naughty!” she said and gave me a coy smile.
“I’m serious,” I said. “Can I get fresh milk, please?” I asked, looking at her breasts.
“The milk in the fridge is from the shop. It won’t be too fresh,” she said and raised her eyebrows as if expecting a response.
“I know you have fresh milk,” I said, looking into her eyes.
She burst out laughing. Then she said, “I do. But if you want it, you have to do what I tell you to do.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked curiously.
She smiled. “Stand up,” she said.
I stood up wondering what was on her mind.
“Remove your shirt,” she said with a smile.
I hoped it would lead to what I wanted. I removed my shirt.
“Wow! Very athletic!” she said with her eyebrows raised.
I shrugged and smiled.
“Remove your shoes and your pants,” she said.
“Are you going to take my clothes and make me run out naked?” I asked, joking.
She laughed. “Don’t give me ideas. Just do what you are told!” she said with a strict pretend-look on her face.
I removed my shoes and my pants. I stood wearing only my undies and socks.
“You look funny wearing only your undies and socks. Remove them!” she commanded.
I removed my socks first. Then I pulled my undies down slowly, aware of her watching me. My cock popped out of my undies. It was semi-hard. I looked at her. She was smiling. “Don’t be shy,” she said.
I smiled and pulled my undies down and removed them.
“Good. Sit down,” she said.
I sat on the sofa butt naked. She stood up and came to me. She stood in front of me and said, “Thanks for doing what I told you. I’ll give you fresh milk now.”
She slowly lifted her nightie, revealing her plump and shapely thighs. When her hairless vulva was exposed, my cock became hard as a rock. Her belly was smooth and her navel was cute. I sat there controlling the urge to grab her and force myself on her.
Holding her nightie up, she moved forward and knelt on the sofa by placing her knees on either side of me. Straddling my cock without touching it, she smiled. Then she lifted her nightie higher, revealing her breasts. When the nightie covered her face as she removed it, I lost control and quickly grabbed both her breasts. I squeezed them, rubbed my face on them, kissed them, and sucked her nipples one after the other.
She laughed. “Not so soon,” she said.
I pulled back from her breasts and looked at her, hoping I’d not annoyed her.
“Let me at least sit properly,” she said, smiling. Then she put her right hand on the back of my neck and moved her left hand behind her bottom. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and my cockhead rub on her pussy lips. The contact made me shiver. And, before I could stop shivering, she lowered her crotch and let my cockhead penetrate her pussy. Holding it in there, she stopped and smiled at me. Then, she lowered more and let my cock-rod slide fully into her pussy. Fuck yeah! It felt too good to be true!
She grabbed her swollen breasts and pressed them together. “Both have fresh milk,” she said and shoved them in my face. I took a nipple and mouth full of breast flesh in my mouth and sucked. Fresh milk sprayed into my mouth, and I swallowed. She caressed my head, neck, and back as she breastfed, and comforted my cock inside her pussy.
For just a few minutes, I drank milk from both her boobs while my cock was comfortably parked in her cock park. But I couldn’t control myself anymore. I let her nipple slip out of my mouth, grabbed her waist, and began pumping my cock into her cunt. Our crotches smacked as I rammed my cock into her cunt, hard and fast.
“Fuck me, fuck me! “Ohhh, fuck me!” she screamed, surprising me.
I thrust my cock into her faster and smacked her pussy lips with my crotch harder.
“O000hhh…I’m going to come!” she screamed, and her cunt filled up with her squirt.
I urgently lurched my cock deep inside her cunt and sprayed cum. I pumped in a few more times before stopping and taking her in my arms.
We sat still holding each other as our sex juices flowed out of her pussy. She kissed me and said she was very lucky to have met me accidentally. I told her I also felt very lucky to have met her. Then she said she wanted me to visit her at least once or twice a week. I told her I could visit her at the same time, as it was my lunchtime. She was happy. She asked me to have lunch with her. I agreed.
We talked till my cock shrunk and popped out of her pussy. Then I went to the bathroom and washed. When I came out, she wasn’t there in the bedroom. I put on my clothes and went out of the room. She saw me and said lunch was ready.
We chatted while we had lunch together. She said she would call me and let me know when it would be safe for me to visit her. After lunch, I kissed her goodbye and left her house. I had a good day at work.
She called me later that evening and told me she had been thinking about me. She talked with me till she heard the door bell ring and said her husband had come home.
The next day, she called me at 11 and asked me to come to her place for lunch. I agreed, and I went to her place for lunch. We had sex first, then we had lunch together. It became almost an everyday routine with the exception of weekends and days when someone in her family was at home.
She told me she loves me but she also loves her husband. I told her I am fine with that. We have a good understanding and we didn’t get caught, so we hope to continue our relationship. Wish me lucky guys. Enjoy!