“Who’s it?” she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbor’s seventeen year old daughter. She was Salman’s sister.
“I’m coming in a minute”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.
Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman’s body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana’s reason for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya’s, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya’s nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya’s appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn’t help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,
“Aunt Manya you looked rather sexy the other day while skipping”.
A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.
“I mean very sexy Aunt Manya”, the teenager spoke out. “Many men praised you and some even went crazy talking about you.”
Manya was a bit concerned and asked her “Who went crazy Sana”?.
“Everyone Aunt Manya. I heard all the old men go wild, especially when your saree top fell off. They all wanted to get close to you. That’s why you were dunked the most. Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future Aunt Manya,” she warned innocently.
Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn’t have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.
The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a light green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.