The cow was moaning. Even I would have moaned in that situation. To me it felt like she is giving a handjob to the cow, squeezing out the never ending cum from it in the process. I imagined how it would have been for me if she was giving handjob for me instead. I would have loved to have her hands on my thing and squeeze out my cum as I lean on the cow in a relaxed posture. The imagination of her fingers squeezing out my cock itself made me let out a slight moan. She stopped her work hearing me making small sound. She asked me what the matter is. I said it is nothing and continued massaging the cow’s leg. She asked me again, this time in a softer voice, “Do you want to learn milking now?” I said yes though I was not interested in learning it. I preferred watching her doing it instead. She got up from her sitting posture, ending the nice show she was giving till now. She asked me to sit down and I reluctantly did as she said. Then she came behind me, and then took my right hand in hers and took it to the udder. She made me grasp one of the teats and made me squeeze it down. I tried to imagine it as her nipple more than the teeter, and the udder her boobs. My imagination got more spicier when in the process of helping me out, her left boobs started slightly crushing on to my right shoulders. I tried to behave as if I didn’t feel it. But my body was slightly trembling from the sense of her boob touch. I could feel the softness of it. And I forgot myself in its sexual sensation.
But it was short-lived as suddenly it started to drizzle and changed to full fledged rain. Aunty quickly covered the milk pot and took it inside her hut. Only after getting inside, she remembered that she didn’t take the other vessel. I was quick to offer my help and though she told me that I can leave it, I dashed back to the backyard and grabbed her vessel. By the time I came back to the hut, it was raining heavily and I had drenched a bit. Though it was cloudy from the morning, no one would have expected it to rain like this. I felt the rain gods to be a spoiler of fun. But if I had known of what is going to happen, I would have never blamed gods, and instead would have only fallen on their feets in thanks. Aunty gave me a towel to wipe my head. She told me to remove my shirt as it had gone wet. I was reluctant to remove it, but she insisted. I felt shy when I stood before her with bare chest. Though I felt myself to be a grown up kid at heart, my hairless chest would make her think that I am just a kid only. But though just in 8th standard, I do feel the same emotions of eroticism, sexual excitement as any of the grown up would have felt.
She prepared a tea and gave me. I finished it inn one sip. As I looked out I understood that the rain is going to stay for some time. She too seamed to have realized it from the look of her face. She closed the rear door to prevent the spray of rain water from getting inside. With the rain set, it became dark inside though it was morning. She lightened up the kerosene lamp and sat on the bench beside a table. She was gazing at me. I looked around her house unable to stand her gaze. As I said earlier, there wasn’t much things inside her house. She lives with her mother, who works in a stationery shop in the village bazaar. There was just this table, bench, mattress and few kitchen items. She was married, but quarreled with her husband and so came back to live with her mother. When my gaze again turned back to her, I found that she was still gazing at me. This time I didn’t take out my eyes from her. I took it as an opportunity to admire her figure in that burning light. The light and shadow played with her body features, making her cleavage and navel even more sexy.