Hi , I’m vicky aged 25 years young , 5.9 inch height and fair complexion and I work in a IT firm . And my toool is ‘6 inch long and 3 inch grith . I guess that is far enough to read my story . Now lock the doors and keep your dicks and pussies ready to jeak .
You will always find people fantasizing about having a fucking super hot aunty . Someone who can be a provider and a lover to them, all at once. It’s normal to want one, makes life easy and this right here is my story about how I met mine.
Her name was Nitya(Name changed ). She was middle-aged, moderately attractive and dominating as hell. At the age of 18, she was married to a business development manager, who at that time was almost twice her age.
At the tender age 21, she gave birth to a stillborn baby. They loved each other. And even then they couldn’t gather the courage to have another baby. That decision must have been tough, it must have shaken her from within, but not as much as receiving the news of her husband’s death in a car accident 9 years later. He left her a fortune, but no one to spend it on.
You can always find her playing with the kids in a garden or smoking in her balcony. I never really paid much attention to her. I didn’t really know her. In fact, I didn’t really know anyone in this city. The first time our eyes met was when I was arguing with the guard to let my Activa in and he didn’t really want to take risks with a vehicle which did not have a Karnataka number plate.
Nithiya came along at that time, talked to him and convinced him that I am a resident of the society and that she has seen me around. Not sure how she knew me, maybe she had a lot of time on hand. The guard agreed, made a note of my vehicle and let me pass.
We shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and introduced ourselves as a Software Engineer and the President of the society respectively and left. She had a bright smile and sad eyes. Her dark circles were evident through her dusky complexion and the burn on her lower lip showed that she probably spends all her nights smoking cigarettes.
She would always smile and have time to have a quick conversation with everyone in the society, including me. I was young . She would know this just by looking at me. She told me that.
It was one such day when I was not in the best of my times. I had found out that my girlfriend wanted to break up and that she wanted to date her boss. Taboos apart, the fact that she wanted out, was what frustrated me the most.
Nithiya found me sitting alone in the garden, sobbing. It was 7 in the evening, there wasn’t much light where I was sitting and yet she could make out that it was me and that I was crying. She offered me a cigarette, I refused so she lit one for herself.
I told her everything, my past relationship, the breakup, everything. While consoling me, she offered to cook for me that night and we went to her place. While we were there, she asked me to sit on the kitchen platform while she cooked for both of us. She told me her story and I could see a teardrop bubbling up in her left eye. She was all alone.