It’s a long story about my first sex. I want you all to be patient with it and enjoy the events like I enjoyed them in those years of college. Names and places have been changed, but every detail of is true.
I am 42 years old, living in New York for the last 10 years, happily married, and have a great job. Life is good in every way that I could have imagined it to be. I had a beautiful wife, great sex life, a great job, a good bank balance, property, a car, and everything you can imagine.
But in your day-to-day life, you want to look back and think about the adventures you have had. The moments you have lived, the company you have enjoyed, and the women you have fucked. Women, more than anything else, I would say. That’s what I want to remember here and want to share with you.
My first proper sex:
I was 20 years old in the second year of college and used to live in Noida. I and my flatmate who used to live in a two-bedroom apartment. It was just two rooms on the top floor of a house with an outside kitchen and bathroom and a small baramda.
We both used to sleep in our rooms. The covered baramda was a common space connecting the rooms and the kitchen and bathroom with our bedrooms. My flatmate and I had a maid. We used to call her Auntie ji. She was about 40, a Bengali lady, average looking, height – 5.2, not fat, not slim.
She was just average looking, but she had a great face which used to glow when she smiled. She looked much younger than she actually was. Auntie ji was working for us for over a year. She had 4 kids, the oldest was 18, and the youngest was 5. She used to come in the morning and evening to cook and clean.
Because I and my roomy were never home in the daytime, she practically lived there in the day time. I always talked to her, and we were very close. I knew about her kids, and she taught me how to cook the chicken and mutton curry. I never had any sexual thoughts for her.
One Friday night, we had a few friends at our flat. Auntie cooked some great chicken and chapatis. We had quite a lot to drink, we were playing cards, and I slept very late. When I woke up, I had a really bad hangover. It was about 12:00, and my roomy was not at home.
I heard some noise in the kitchen and guessed that auntie ji was in the kitchen. When I came out, I saw her youngest son Rahul outside. He used to come with her sometimes. I like him. So I started chatting with him and also offered him some chocolates.
I was trying to teach him some tables or words. Soon auntie came out of the kitchen and joined us. She asked me to wash up so she can serve the breakfast. I went to the bathroom to brush and get fresh. The bathroom door was locked, but there was a small trick to open it from outside if you wanted to open it.
I was really hungover and was taking a long time in the bathroom, and at the same time, I was very horny. I was in the bathroom naked when auntie knocked on the door, asking me to come out soon. She had a bucket of washed clothes in the bathroom that she wanted to hang out for drying.
I was very horny and unsure of what happened to me, and I asked her to come and get it. She used the trick and opened the door, and saw me naked. My dick was semi-hard and must be looking gorgeous on my slim and fit body. She saw me and smiled at first.
Then she looked back to see if Rahul did not see me, which he did not. She came in, took the bucket, and went out of the bathroom. While she was going out, she looked at me, and my dick again smiled and closed the door. No words were exchanged, I had a horny look, and she had a cheeky and gentle smile.
I came out after taking a long shower and sat outside on the cot in the baramda. I asked Auntie ji to bring the food. I was feeling a bit odd, looking into her eyes. But she made it look like nothing had happened. She served the breakfast and sat next to me while I was eating.
I checked in the fridge, and there were still some bottles of beer left from last night. So I open one and started drinking with the food. The beer hit me fast as I was already hungover from last night. I finished the breakfast and the beer and was again talking to Rahul and Auntie ji about random things.
I looked at her and found the face glowing with some strange emotion that I had never seen on her face. I opened another beer and was getting really drunk and light-headed. So I just laid down on the cot, and my head was touching auntie’s ass.
I could smell her body. She always had that strange smell of the kitchen coming from her. She asked me if I wanted a pillow. I said, “ No, I am not drunk just want to lay down for a few minutes.” She touched my head and asked me to put the head on her lap, which I did.
Rahul was looking at us. So I asked him if he is jealous that I have my head on her mother’s lap. He nodded his head in a no and said no. I smiled and faced Aunties face and saw her medium size boobs in her brown blouse. The smell was now even more potent.
I was looking into her eyes and was talking to her. My heart was now beating fast, and my dick was hard. I wanted to touch her boobs and squeeze them. I want to touch her face and lips but could not do it in front of Rahul. I moved my hand and touched her ass from behind so Rahul could not see what I was doing.
And auntie ji did not resist. I was lightly squeezing her ass and talking to her at the same time about her family. This went on for 10 -15 minutes, and I was getting out of control. I stood up from the cot, making sure my face brushed hard with aunties boobs, and went into my room.
I closed the door and took my pant off to masturbate. I could not control myself with what had just happened. I had my dick in my hand while thinking about her when she knocked on the door. I asked what does she want. She said she has to mop the floor inside. She has not done this yet because I was sleeping.
I asked her if she can do it in the evening, but she said she needs to do it now. I opened the door and quickly got in my bed. I covered my body with a light cover. Auntie came in looked at me sleeping. She had her water bucket and mop in her hand to start mopping.
She sat down on the floor and started mopping, and she was looking at me again and again. I could not move my eyes from cleavage and thighs. I took this opportunity and removed the cover from my dick. She saw that I was fully naked.
She got scared that Rahul may come in and see me like that. So she got up and shut the door and locked it. Seeing this opportunity, I got up and pulled her towards me. I pushed her on the bed and lifted her sari up. She started resisting and told me that Rahul is outside. But I did not hear a thing.
She was resisting, but her smell, the alcohol, and lust had completely taken over me. In the back of my mind, I know that Auntie also wants this. But to be honest, at that moment, I did not care. I was already naked and was only wearing a banyan.
I lifted autie’s sari, got hold of her underwear, and started to pull it down. She locked her legs and said – “Nahin, Rahul bahar hai.” (No, Rahul is outside). I said to Auntie, “Karne do nahin to faad doonga.” (Let me take it off, or I will tear it off). The struggle went on for a few more minutes, and then she gave up.
I took the panties off. I lifted the sari more and inserted my dick into her. Her pussy was wet, and then I slid inside her without any effort. I lifted one of her legs and blocked it with one hand. I started fucking her fast. It was a shortsession but it was style=”color: #3366ff;” href=”https://www.indiansexstories2.net/couple/rough-sex-with-busty-indian-erotica-reader/”>rough and erotic sex with the busty Indian maid.
I kissed her lips, squeezed her boobs from over her blouse, and kept fucking her. Auntie’s eyes were closed, her lips were open. There were few drops of tears rolling down her cheeks. She was in heaven. I saw her shaking and trembling.
She was enjoying it while she was fully aware that her son was outside. It was a feeling that I had never had before. The feeling of being inside a woman was new to me. Watching porn and masturbating can never come close to this. After a few minutes of fucking and squeezing her boobs, I was about to come.
I pulled my dick out and came on her thighs. There was a sweet stink coming out of the dick. It was the smell of her pussy. I laid down next to her for a minute when Rahul knocked from outside, calling his mother.
Auntie quickly got up, took the panties in her hand, and walked out. Opened the door and went to the bathroom. Soon after that, she went to the kitchen, took her handbag, and left with Rahul. I got up, smoked a cigarette, closed the door, and went to sleep again.
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