Mature Mallu Beauty and A Hungry Artist Part 1

Hello everyone, this is Vivek here from Bangalore, 28 years old and working in a creative field. The heroine of the story is gorgeous 38-year-old Shyamala, the neighbour’s aunt.

I’m an introvert who feels things deeply and expresses them in different media. One thing that was missing in my life was intimacy with a lady to explore sex. I had an ex in college, and we used to fuck.

But since then, I’ve tried not to get into relationships because of moral ethics, but desires don’t care for morality. They have to be experienced and felt.

My eyes were constantly searching for a sensual lady, always hungering for a girl’s touch and much more. I’m an introvert, as I’ve already told you, and I hardly approach people, let alone girls.

It has been six months since I was looking for a hot lady, especially mature ones, because there’s a sense of pure freedom and intimacy in the company of them.

On a weekend, I was reading a book in the garden below my two-story apartment. I heard a sweet yet mature voice guiding packers and movers to shift things; I was jolted out of my reading reverie.

When I followed the voice, my eyes fell upon a wheat-complexioned lady with long, open hair wearing a saree with graceful curves. Suddenly, a whole new stream of lusty imaginations popped out in my mind, and my meaty dick got harder.

I was renting the top one with access to the rooftop. The owner had informed me about a new family moving in, but I didn’t know that an Apsara was moving in just down the street from my place. I was drunk on her beauty and was lost. After giving instructions, she came and sat beside me.

“Hey, can you give me some water, please? This summer is getting unbearable.” She said, trying to cool herself with her pallu.

I had a cool bottle of water with me and gladly offered it to her, trying not to look too obvious. I could smell her jasmine-like scent, which was overpowering me. I watched her gulp the water satisfyingly, and my eyes roamed over her mature body.

The saree was clinging to her body like it knew her beauty and wanted to make love to her as well. The navel leaked, silently inviting caressing and playing with its sensitive skin. She gave back the bottle with a satisfied smile.

My eyes touched her creamy breasts barely fucked in the blouse as she bent while giving. I’m sure she noticed my look, but kinda indulged me, and that’s what I needed, just a pot of openness.

“Thank you, but what’s your name?”

“I’m Vivek, your neighbour. What’s your name?”

Somehow, she started the conversation, and I handled it pretty cool, getting to know her. They were actually from Kerala, but they are shifting to Bangalore because her daughter wanted to pursue architecture in a reputed university, and her husband owns a business in Kerala, and he’s staying back there, but will be coming to visit sometime.

“Seriously, you have a daughter?” I asked, surprised. She looked like a 25-year-old girl with her fit and hot body.

“Yeah, why?! You seem surprised!”

“Well, Shyamala, you look like you have just graduated from college. But it would be such a contrast to call you an Aunty. Isn’t it?” I teased and tried to flirt, which seemed to make her smile and suddenly self-conscious. She adjusted her open hair and said.

“You boys say the same things.”

“That’s probably because of your beauty.”

She playfully hit my shoulder, hearing that.

“You are flirting with me.” She said directly, not beating around the bush.

I kind of suddenly got shy getting caught red-handed, and she seemed to love it.

“Wow. You really meant what you said, didn’t you?”

“Probably, but let’s get some fruit juice. I have some upstairs. Want to join? The packers will shift things anyway.”

She looked me up and down for a moment, like sizing me up, and said it.

“Sure, lover boy. But tell me, who’s your girlfriend?”

We started walking upstairs from the garden, and I let her walk in front of me so that I could enjoy her back just as much as the front. Those swaying hips held by the waist induced an ever-increasing desire in me to explore her. I was getting intoxicated by her presence.

“Sad to disappoint you, but I’m actually single.”

She laughed with genuine warmth, which made me even harder, and my brother down there was really hard.

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“No way! You are so handsome, and I can’t believe you are single.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but that’s my sad reality.”

We entered my apartment, and I asked her to get comfortable and sit on the couch as I opened the fridge.

“Well, no need to be sad. Everything happens for a reason.”

I offered her watermelon juice, and we started drinking, opening up to each other.

We talked for some time, getting to know each other, and she started really teasing me and touching me like a friend. It seemed like she understood me and knew how to play with me. She received a call from the packers, and the work was done.

“Let’s go downstairs. Being an artist, you can suggest to me about the aesthetics of how to arrange things.”

“I’d be glad to help my beautiful neighbour, Aunty.”

She pinched me in the abdomen as I said, and it really made me jump.

“Hey! I’m sensitive there.”

“Ohh yeah. I wonder where all of you are sensitive.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, kind of surprised at what she might be hinting at.

“You are not a kid; let’s go down.”

She hit me playfully, grabbed my hand, and pulled me downstairs.

I was enjoying her smooth, feminine hands’ touch and held her strongly.

The house was set up properly. I made some minor arrangements that gave the home some breathing space. Shyamala liked it very much and thanked me for helping.

I didn’t know how we got close in those few hours. We exchanged numbers, and I used to talk to her whenever I came across her. Slowly, we started texting about personal stuff and flirting back and forth.

I slowly got to know her daughter, Taruna, who was around 19 and beautiful like her mother. But she lacked the mature touch that comes with age, and I was more drawn towards her mother, Shyamala.

It has been a few weeks, and Taruna was going on a field trip for a few days, which left only Shyamal and me in the whole building.

I had been looking at her images and jerking to satisfy the building lust. I couldn’t control myself anymore, and I texted her while I was in the office.

“Would you like to have some beer tonight? I can grab a few on the way.”

She saw the message but didn’t reply as she used to. I wondered if I had made a mistake. After some time, I received a call from her, and she was sounding really vulnerable yet intimate.

“Hey Vivek, yeah, bring some. I need to relax a bit as well.”

“Did something happen? You sound overwhelmed.”

“Nothing just comes soon. Bye.”

It made me really curious and excited, somehow. I grabbed a few beer bottles and reached home.

The door was open, and I entered, calling out her name.

“Come in, Vivek. I’m watching Netflix.”

She was lounging on the couch sensually with her curvy body lying out in front of me, draped in a saree. She sat up, pausing the series.

We started drinking, and after a few beers, even I was high, and Shyamala was moving closer and closer towards me.

“You sounded sad on the call,” I asked, looking into her eyes while I placed my hands on her thighs.

The few weeks with our company had brought us closer, and she opened up fully.

She had asked her husband to come for a few days so they could make love together and spend some time; she was actually looking forward to it as she was a lady with a high sex drive, though her hubby didn’t satisfy her fully, she was her only option as a husband.

The husband cancelled it at the last moment and said he’ll come next month.

“But how can I wait that long, Vivek? It’s not possible for me at all.” Said, looking down with heavy sadness.

I put my hand on her shoulder and console her, pulling her closer. Few beers seemed to have broken the dam that’s been built up.

I turned her towards me and whispered the dialogue she had told him on the first day.

“Everything happens for a reason, and I’m here for you no matter what.” I was looking into her eyes and caressing her face as I said gently.

I placed my thumb on her lips and caressed them sensually.

“Ahhh, Vivek! Kiss me. I can’t hold back anymore.”

All hell broke loose, and Vivek pressed his lips, kissing her with deep hunger. Shyamala was going all out, making noises and reciprocating the kiss with intense passion.

They kissed like wild lovers, embracing each other tightly and feeling each other’s bodies for ten minutes straight. Then they broke the kiss and were smiling like fools at each other, lost in the intimacy.

“Ah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Vivek. Will you take care of me like one?”

“Oh, babe, you have no idea how much I’ve been craving you.”

“I know, you naughty boy. I knew you wanted to fuck me since the moment I saw you gazing at me that day, but I was hesitating, but no more. Fuck me, Vivek.”

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