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what happened was real. i was a kid in HSC and staying with my grandmother. my parents were abroad and did not want me to be spoiled by US.

my grandmothers house was big and the top portion was given to family who had a big provision store. the husband manoj was 35 yr old used to spend lot of time in the shop. sometimes the wife sarita was 30 yrs old also used to go to help. they had three children. the shop also had some workers. one worker was handsome and about 23 yers old. his name was raju.

raju was very good and used to play cricket with all the boys. sometimes he used to buy all of us soda. one day i went up to call raju for cricket and rang the bell. there was no response for a long time. after i rang for mor than 5 time the door opened. sarita aunty stood and asked what i want. i say aunty raju is there for playing cricket? she say no and shouted get lost.

usually sarita aunty talk nicely. i notice that her blouse armpit was wet. her blouse button open at top and her bra strap visible. i ran away and play cricket with my friends.

after hour raju come out of the house and join. i ask raju bhaiya i came to call u and aunty say u not there.

raju bhaiya hit me on head, "chintu dont come odd time i have work to do.

later raju bhaiyya bought all of us sodas...

so i started to notice. manoj used to leave to the shop in the morning at 8 a.m. sarita bhabi used to go at 10 a.m. after sending the kids to school. she used to come home at 2 in the afternoon. Raju used to come at 2:15. At 3 he used to take lunch in a can to manoj.

i guest 45 mins was enought for them to do what they want to do. but what they were doing i had not much of an idea.

once when two dogs were stuck at the end, tails on the side all of us watched in curious. raju told us ok chal chal and we left. later raju bhaiya showed us porn pics. sanju my friend asked raju bhaiyaa, ' have u put ur cock inside any....' raju bhaiya smiled mysteriously.

then one day raju bhaiya came to me and gave me a camera. i will tell you to do something just don't fail. i nodded.

next day was a sunday and we were playing cricket. raju came and smashed a few balls. after the game he lit a cigarrate and all of us watched him. raju was a hero. after that he took me aside. "Chintu you can bunk school tomorrow?" i said ok. he looked at me. "It is a secret ok. i am taking sarita aunty for a picture ok. and you come we will buy you ice cream.

i was thrilled and said ok.

next day in the morning raju and me went to the market bus stop. i saw sarita aunty coming from distance and wanted to call her. Raju hissed 'quiet dont talk. act like you don't know her" i kept quiet. sarita aunty got into the same bus as we and both she and raju never talked in the bus. i stood next to raju and noticed they were standing close to close in the crowded bus.

after sometime i happend to see raju was against sarita aunty's back and he was rubbing against her back.

we reached the destination and it was a masala hindi picture i dont remember the name. raju got the tickets and once inside sarita joined us. we got corner seats. raju bought me pop corn and i kept eating. the movie was ek dum masala type. after sometime i heard whispers and i turn to see on the side.

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i was shocked and excited. raju was kissing sarita aunty and his hand was under her sari

i could not make out much in the darkness but i heard sarita aunty whisper once, " dont squeeze so much it pains"

the entire picture raju and sarita aunty was not seeing much. all the time his hand was under her sari and i could hear sound of her bangles shaking when her hand was on his lap. i could not make out what she was doing because his lap was covered by a shawl.

the picture was fully masala dishoom dishoom i loved it yaar

i did not think much of the film and thrilled with the movie i was still remembering the story of the hero bashing up everyone. the next opportunity came when i was cycling outside and raju came back early from the shop in the afternoon. he called me and told me to stand in front of the house and watch for manojbhai.

if he comes in his scooter, you whistle ok. i said ok thrilled by the 10 re note he had given. so i sat on the stairs when raju went and rang the bell. sarita aunty opened the door and raju hurried inside.

i sat there like a watchman. a high priced watchman. 10 re is a fortune for a kid. my grand mom never gave me pocket money. i planned to blow up the money on some beer. i had saved some money and with my friends i could collect some more.

after sometime i felt thirsty and decided to go in for a quick glass of water. the door was closed but not locked. i went quietly and pushed the door open. it opened. i decided one quick dash for a glass of water would not be much of a problem.

i could get back to my post in a flash. so i went in quietly into the kitchen. i drank quickly and then i heard the giggles from the bedroom.

my curiosity got the better of me and i went and peeped. i was shocked to say the least.

sarita aunty wore her usual sari. raju was in his shorts and he was kissing her. sarita aunty's blouse was open and i could make out her black bra. she was very fair and the black bra was a contrast. raju was kissing but his hand was under her sari.

sarita aunty said, 'raju, jaldi, manoj bhai may come'

raju said, 'don't worry didi. i have posted chintu to warn. he is outside'

sarita relaxed and smiled while raju kissed and licked her navel. raju put his hand on her boobs and squeezed.

sarita smiled and reached back and unhooked her bra from back.

her boobs were free. they were like mangos but fair. her nipples were pink coloured. raju put his mouth on them. i was excited and my hand pushed a bit on the door and it creaked.

raju and sarita turned to see me staring with my mouth open in wonder... and excitement

sarita screamed and pulled her blouse and bra together with sari and rushed into the bathroom.

raju looked at me and shouted 'chintu rascal what are you doing here"

i said, 'what are you doing'

raju immediately grabbed my hand and took me outside. we stopped behind the stairs. raju lit a cigarrate and i could make out he was thinking. after a couple of drags on his butt he handed it to me.

i was thrilled and took the butt and smoked. i had some practice and did not cough.

raju turned to me gave me a 50 re and said, 'chintu. this is our secret. don't tell anyone. sarita aunty has lot of money and she can give more if you keep quiet."

i nodded magnanimously.

Before I go any further on Raju’s exploits I should first describe Sarita aunty. She was an ordinary house wife with a husband who had a small time business, in this case a shop. Despite her age she was still very attractive.

Though she was fair her features were not too good, it was rather plain too. She had three children and still a very shapely figure possibly because she got married very early in life.

Her dresses were usually saris and on some occasions I have seen her wear a nightie at home. Since Manoj bhai was a miser she had to subsist on cheap synthetic saris. But her blouses were an artwork and all credit to the neighborhood tailor, the elderly Salam.

Despite being old, Salam tailor was very popular. All the housewives queued up in his shop for blouses. Many times I have seen the old man take bosom measurements of lonely housewives who I suspect, sometimes, allowed him to cop a feel.

Sarita auntie’s blouses were tight at the arm and as you work your way up, at the armpit too. But the killer view was as you slope down the armpit and approach the side bulge of the breast the blouse was stitched like it was poured on to it. Every curve of the breast’s bulged was easily visible. The slope in the case of Sarit aunty was sharp as we came to the peak of her nipples. Aah. Good heavens.

Sarita aunty was just like one of those traditional women who leave their chappals by the way side entrance before stepping into the local Temple with their heads covered. What gave a hint to the possibilities was the side opening of the sari which showed the beautiful slope and bulge of the mango like breasts she had.

Once while I flew a kite in the terrace with a few friends I had noticed Sarita bhabi plonking the bucket full of washed clothes in the corner. She was carefully drawing the washed clothes on the clothesline. And while my friends were busy pulling the string of the kite, some hidden urge pulled my eyes to her legs.

Her nightie was wet at the bottom after her stint in the bathroom washing clothes. She had pulled her nightie around her waist to free her legs. I watched her legs. Nice, clean legs, fair skin and... She had hair on them. Unlike the dirty, unwashed look that hairs usually give to a woman’s legs, this was different. Somehow the hair on leg looked good. Blunt like they had succumbed to a razor in the past and struggled to grow once again.

Friends, this was the entire package that Raju had for himself.

The next time I got an opportunity to witness Sarita aunty and Raju bhaiyya was after a month.

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Raju came to me. ‘Chintu, can you give some excuse to your grandmom and come out on Saturday. This is our big opportunity".

I said ok. It was rather easy to fool my grandmom who was only happy to spend the day watching boring tv serials.

So on Saturday, I waited in the morning at 10 a.m near the bus stop as usual. Suddenly I heard a voice.

It was Raju, " chintu come come.."

I looked up and saw Raju waving his hand from a Auto. I got inside.

Raju asked, "chintu you brought the camera?".

I nodded

"Chintu, I want to settle in life. This is my opportunity. I need your help to make it big in life. Money makes the whole world go around. You believe me? This is my advice. But you already have money na. Your papa is in videsh right. You are my best friend right?"

I nodded wondering when he was going to show me the money.

Raju then explained the plan. I nodded. It sounded exciting.

In the meanwhile, Raju was giving directions to the auto driver to stop near the town hall bridge. The auto stopped there and Sarita aunty got in. She smiled that sweet smile of hers, "Hi Chintu, how are you beta?" I blushed and shook my head. Oh she was so sweet.

While the auto went on its course I could make out snatches of their conversation.

Sarita aunty, "...are you sure..he sounds too young..what if he tells someone.."

Raju.."Don’t worry didi...he is my fan..we need him in the hotel... like he is your son ok... we travel like family didi.."

There was some silence which was broken by her voice again.."oof.. remove your hand, can’t you wait...and don’t squeeze like that it pains ok..."

Raju says, "..sorry didi..I was tempted"

Sarita gave a short, musical laugh.

We reached our destination and we all got down. It was a hotel in the outskirts of the city. A high flying resort, once upon a time, the hotel had definitely seen better times, especially after a new highway had diverted all the traffic away.

Raju had briefed me on what to do. The motel was positioned very conveniently for the job he had given me. The building was built on a slope and most of the rooms were open to the cliff side and had large windows covered in curtains.

A sliding door opened up to a nice garden portico in each of the rooms. The sliding door was easy to open from outside. My task was simple. I had to slip in at the right time and take pics on the small digital camera that Raju had given me.

Now back to the story. When we checked into the motel the clerk did not even look up. Raju said, "Mr Desai and Mrs Bagai and son. She is my badi didi" he added with a weak smile.

The clerk simply pushed the register for him to sign. I looked at Sarita didi. She looked a bit tense but cute. She wore a nice blue chiffon sari that was a contrast to her white skin. She had covered herself in the sari pallu like any traditional, chaste wife.

We moved to the room. The insides of the room was pretty ordinary and had the usual dated furniture that seedy motels have. There is a big tv that was interesting. I sat on the sofa and watched TV while Raju and Sarita aunty sat on the bed talking.

They whispered for some time and Raju put his hand on Sarita aunty’s thigh. She promptly pushed it away and got up to preen in front of the mirror.

She then took out her comb and started combing her long hair in front of the mirror. Though I was watching the TV my eyes were on both of them. Sarita looked at Raju watching her and went back to combing. But this time it was different. She stopped and pushed her pallu up exposing her side. The slope and thrust of her breasts in the blouse, her midriff and navel were clearly seen.

Raju looked and swallowed hard. Sarita aunty now raised both her hands and was trying to tie the knot in her hair. When she did that her breasts also moved up proudly. I noticed Sarita aunty turn to Raju and smile secretly.

"I am having a back pain" she said combing her lovely hair.

Raju, "pl sit down didi, I will massage" .He sounded excited.

Sarita sat on the bed watching tv while Raju sat behind her and started kneading the back of her neck slowly. I continued to watch tv but my ears was open to what they were talking.

Sarita aunty whispered, " Now what do you want to do.. the boy is there"

Raju, "don’t worry didi..chintu is a bit retarded type not very intelligent. You know he even failed in his school for a year."

"What if he tells people about it?’ asked Sarita. She was sitting with her legs crossed.

"Don’t worry..he is my disciple" he said.

I was seeing the tv picture in picture and this guy was calling me a retard. I felt like laughing at me but eyes were already going to the delicious bulge of Sarita aunty’s stomach.

I noticed Raju was rubbing the top of her back and leaned forward and whispered, "Didi, I need to rub your middle back."

Sarita aunty reached under her sari and unhooked her blouse. Raju’ fingers shook in excitement as he pushed it to the top. Her back was fully exposed excepting for the black strap of our bra. I could make out faint strands of her hair showing between the folds of her armpit. The black strap of her bra was contrasting her fair skin. I suddenly wanted to see her breasts. The last time I had glimpsed it looked like a ripe mango topped by pink nipples.

Raju gave me the signal I was waiting for. He told me to get some cigarrates. I went out and came in through the French windows. I saw Raju lying over Sarita aunty, sucking her nipples and banging her between her thick white thighs. I got lots of pictures on my digital camera. All in all Raju fucked Sarita aunty five times by evening that day and I had plenty of pics of both of them.

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the next two days were normal. then raju called me took me for a soda treat. 'Chintu this is my opportunity. you have the photos in the camera hai na?" he asked.

i nodded.

he pumped his hand, "Kya kismat chintu...iv hit the jackpot"

I asked him, "how...what"

"Chintu i am rich now...i will go to sarita didi tell her i got your photos and black mail"

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next day i don't know what Raju told sarita aunty. i saw her in the morning, her eyes swollen and red. she must have been crying. i also noticed that raju was wearing new tshirt and sneakers.

after a couple of days i went to sarita didi.

"Didi i want to speak to you"

she looked sad and lost and looked at me like a defeated person.

Then i told. "Didi the photo i had taken on the digital camera i have erased. don't worry. there are no photos"

Her eyes brightened up and she hugged me. the soft feel of her

the soft feel of her breasts was too good. i think i fell in love at that minute.

After a week i found out about Raju losing his job. Raju wanted to beat me up when he found out that the camera was empty. but he left... a loser afterall.

Nowadays i go regularly to Sarita didi's house. I am her good friend and she treats me like her brother.

I still have the digital pics in a CD. I think i will use it. I am patient. No problem. Wait till 18. Sarita didi is only gettin more sexy every day. Another couple of years is not an issue right.

Wonder who the retard is?