Old Pussy Craves Young Cock Part 2

After that, Karan called Renu and told her I was all right. He said no need for her to come home. He told her he is here and if anything is needed, he will call her.

After hanging up, he turned to me and asked how I was feeling. I told him dizziness is gone, but my head still feels heavy and tired.

He said, ‘Let me give you a light head massage, Aunty. You will feel better.’

I didn’t say no. His fingers went in my hair, and he was pressing my head softly. The moment of his hands and slow movement made me relax too much. Felt so good, I didn’t even know when my eyes closed, and I fell asleep.

When I finally wake up, I am in my bed. Someone put a soft blanket on me and tucked it very nicely. Karan was not there.

Even though he is gone, I still feel his warm touch on my skin. One question is in my mind that when he put blanket on me, did he look at my body? Did he stop for one moment to see me like a man sees a woman?

Next 2-3 days, I did not go to the shop, and Renu also did not go. So much work is pending in the boutique. When I finally go back, Karan gets some free time and comes to see me. He asks how I am feeling and tells me softly not to keep so many fasts. He says it is not good for my health.

After that day, something changed between us. He started feeling closer to me and talked with me with much warmth. I also started liking his company more and wait for the time when we talk.

One afternoon, Karan talked about massage. He says softly that at my age, regular massage is good for me. I smile and tease him, I say, ‘There is magic in your massage, that day I fell asleep, and I didn’t even know.’

He looks at me for one moment and asks, ‘If you like it so much, can I give you a massage right now?’

I was shocked. I think what people will say. I tell him quickly, ‘Here? How can this happen… if someone sees, it does not look right.’

He came closer and said in a low voice, ‘It is afternoon, aunty. Who comes here this time? Shop is empty.’

Because of his voice and how he says it, my mind changed. Truth is, I also want to feel his hands on me again. After some time, I nod my head.

At my shop, I always keep a curtain at the entrance so ladies feel comfortable buying bras and panties. In the afternoon, I usually pull the curtain and lie down for a rest. That day, I also did the same.

Karan goes to the door and quietly locks it. Then he came behind my chair. Slowly, his fingers and thumbs press on my shoulders through my blouse fabric, making small circles.

Pressure was light and very careful, but I feel strength in his hands. One warmth starts spreading inside me, and I close my eyes, enjoying his touch so much.

When Karan’s hands are moving on my shoulders, I don’t even know when my pallu slips down to the side. That day I was not wearing a bra. My chest was feeling heavy, and I was feeling weak, so I just wore a saree like that and came to the shop.

With the pallu gone, my cleavage and big breasts are showing from the open part of the blouse. Karan’s eyes stay there. His fingers move down from my shoulders until they reach the top of my chest. When he touches my breast, I feel a sharp thrill in my body.

My nipples become hard instantly. They are pressing against the thin blouse like they want more of his hand. I did not stop him. I did not even think. I surrender to the massage and let that pleasure come over me. Without knowing, I go into half-sleep.

After some time, I feel something has changed. Karan’s fingers are not on my shoulders now. They are rubbing on my lips. He must think I am sleeping. I keep my eyes closed and pretend to sleep so I can see what he will do. His finger slowly goes inside my mouth to make it wet.

Then he moved that wetness on my lips in slow circles. That touch feels like one tongue is kissing me softly. One shiver ran through my full body. My chest moves up and down fast. I will not stop pretending. I want to know how far this young boy will go.

When Karan’s finger became dry from my spit, he put it back in my mouth to make it wet again. This time, I decide to tease him. I bite his finger very gently with my teeth. He pulls his hand back suddenly and shakes it in surprise. I open my eyes slowly and look at him with one naughty smile.

I ask softly, ‘What are you doing, Karan?’

He looks very shocked. For one moment, he did not know what to say. Then he said with a stammer, ‘Aunty, your lips are very soft. I was only checking.’

I do not say anything more. I smile at him with mischief in my eyes while I fix my pallu back on my chest. I see his face become a little gloomy. He clearly does not want to go, but I already told him to leave.

Before he goes out, I say lightly, ‘By the way, Karan, your massage always makes me feel good. Something special is there in your hands.’ He smiled slowly and said, ‘Aunty, you have not even seen the real magic of my hands yet.’

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I move my eyebrow and tease him. ‘I am sure your wife is enjoying that magic every day with your massages.’

He blushes because of my words, but he does not say no. He comes a little closer. My teasing gives him confidence. With one shy smile, he says, ‘Give me a chance one day, aunty. I promise I will take away all your pain.’

I laugh and shake my head. ‘Naughty boy. You don’t feel shy talking like this to an old woman of your grandmother’s age?’

He looked straight in my eyes, and his voice became softer. ‘My grandmother is not like you. You are such a… ‘

He stopped there and did not finish his words. Then he quickly turned and left the shop. I watch him go, and my heart feels very restless. I do not understand what this boy really wants to tell me.

After that day, Karan started coming to my shop again and again. He quietly came behind me and started giving a light shoulder massage. Sometimes he presses my upper back with his strong fingers, and all my tension goes away. Other times he sits on the floor and massage my feet very gently.

One afternoon, he even lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders so he could massage my calves. My saree slid up to my knees, and my legs showed more than usual. He does not say anything, but his touch is very warm and firm. It sends a strange heat through my body.

First, I tell myself it is nothing, care. But slowly, I don’t even know when I start waiting for him to come. His hands have become a habit for me. A part of me that I didn’t want to admit had started craving that touch again and again.

One afternoon, Karan said to me, ‘Aunty, you should take regular oil massages. Your skin will stay tight and healthy.’

I smiled and replied, ‘That is true, dear. Back in our village, people used to massage with mustard oil all the time. But now, where will I find someone to do that kind of massage here?’

He laughed softly and said, ‘Aunty, times have changed. People still do it, but now it is called a spa. There are different kinds of massages for the whole body.’

I raised my eyebrows. ‘Really? So, you seem to know quite a lot about these things.’

He nodded without hesitation. ‘Yes, aunty, I have gone there many times. It feels very good.’

I teased him with a little laugh. ‘What is this, Karan? You give such good massages yourself. Did you use to work in one of those spas?’

He leaned closer and said with a playful smile, ‘No, aunty. But if you want, I can give you the same kind of massage right here.’

I could see how eager he was to give me a proper massage. I told him, ‘This is a shop, Karan. Things like this do not look good here.’

He went quiet for a moment, then said, ‘Aunty, nobody is usually at your house. I could give you the massage there.’

I almost laughed at his boldness. ‘Have you lost your mind? What will people think about me if they find out?’

He slowly moved his hand on my calf while he talked, ‘Please, aunty. You feel very good. And who else knows, I give you a massage? It is only between us.’

His words make me feel restless. Sometimes I feel he really cares for me. Other times, I feel something else is going on in his mind. But one thing is clear. He is very desperate to give me a full-body massage. I change the topic every time. He asks me many times after that, but I always say no.

But Karan is not the type of boy who gives up. And inside me also, I feel a little bit curious. If one young man is so ready to give me a body massage, then why am I stopping myself?

One day, new stock comes. In those clothes, some lacy bras and panties were also there. Karan sees them, looks at me for one second, and then quietly goes away. This was a very confusing thing about him. Sometimes he says very bold things, but other times he understands boundaries and steps back.

In all this time, I have never seen him staring at any other woman. So, after some time, I started feeling that maybe he is just frank with me. Maybe I am the only one imagining more things in my mind. His wife also came to my shop two or three times. She is a very nice girl, and I like her nature too.

I always see both of them joking and teasing, like small playful fights. One thing was sure, his married life looked perfectly fine. Now it was clear to me that nothing was wrong in his mind, so I finally said yes to his wish for a full-body massage. When I say yes, he feels like his biggest dream is coming true.

As per our plan, I close my shop at lunchtime and go home. After some time, he came to my house. I quietly lock the door from inside. I feel very excited thinking about a body massage from a young man. On his face, I can see the same eagerness and thrill that I have inside me.

I see one small bottle in his hand. I ask, ‘What is that?’

He smiles and says, ‘Bio oil, aunty. Before, people used mustard oil. Now this is used.’

I give him a naughty smile. ‘You know many things about this.’

He came closer and whispered, ‘Yes, and today you also know what my hands can really do.’

My body shivers because of his words. ‘Fine.’ I say, ‘let’s start.’

He shook his head. ‘Not like this, aunty. You need to change first.’

I look at him and ask, ‘What do you mean?’

He says, ‘If you stay in a saree, it will get oil stains. You should take it off.’

I think about it. If the saree gets stains, Renu will see and ask questions. I ask softly, ‘So what to do?’

With one sly smile, he says, ‘Remove your saree. I handle everything.’

I feel shy, but his confident voice makes my heart go fast. He says, ‘Why do you feel shy, aunty? It is only me, your masseur.’

The way he says he is my masseur makes me laugh. ‘Badmaash,’ I say, trying to hide my excitement. Then, right there in front of him, I start opening my saree slowly. My hands are shaking as it falls.

That day I did not wear a bra. My white blouse is very tight on my heavy breasts, and my nipples are poking through the thin fabric. My petticoat is tied on my navel, but I make it a little loose. His hungry eyes look at my cleavage, then move to my round hips and the shape of my ass through the petticoat.

Now you think Karan will stop at only a simple massage? Or his hands will go further and cross the line which we both pretend is not there?

What happens next between Usha aunty and Karan, you’ll find out in the next part. Until then, share your thoughts and guesses with me at . I want to know what you think will happen.