Donor Uncle in Apartment Pt. 02

"Ritu, now lift your pallu, and show me your breasts so that I could remove the hairs with the help of this tape," said Pawan Kumar in a normal voice.

Pawan Kumar could see she had a downcast glance and was hesitating.

"Come on Ritu, you are not a kid, and we are almost of the same age and matured. I have seen breasts of my wife; nothing is new there. Your breasts are not the ugliest things that you would hesitate to show me. The human body is nothing to be ashamed off. Breasts are the beautiful things created by God in women meant for babies, and you should not be ashamed of it, further I am your close friend, and the treatment is very important for you now, so there should not be any hesitation on your part," said Pawan Kumar.

She thought Pawan Kumar had already seen her breasts in the park while removing the caterpillar, but the place was dark, and now It would be for the first time in her life since she became a widow that a person other than her husband would see clearly her breasts. She was wondering what would happen, when his fingers would touch her breasts! The moment this fear came to her mind, her heart started throbbing. She was torn between embarrassment and arousal.

Ultimately, she removed her pallu of the saree to expose her full breasts before Pawan Kumar.

Pawan Kumar's bewildered eyes stared her breasts in surprise. Now he could see her breasts very clearly. He had never imagined that breasts of a woman at the age of 54 years could be such attractive. She had two prominent white breasts in contrast to her skin colour. She was a fair lady but he could see her breasts were more whitish in contrast to her normal white skin colour. They were not too big but must be 36D in size, rounded and popped up. The blue veins passing through her two boobs could be seen very clearly. The two reddish brown coloured nipples were puffy, and resembled like two cherries around the circular rings of brown coloured areolas. They were erected upwards.

There was bushy patch of hairs under her arm pits. A sexy sweated aroma was coming from there. Pawan Kumar inhaled the smell up to his heart as if he was intoxicated.

Ritu watched his reaction, and said, "Sorry! I never shave off those hairs."

"You should not, otherwise again the hairs will come up densely. When my wife was alive, I used to advise her not to shave off arm pit hairs, and I used to trim in small sizes. I always sniff hairs under arm pits of my wife because I like the smell, and sometimes I lick there because of the unique salty taste there. I will also trim your hairs," said Pawan Kumar.

Ritu felt very shy and wondered how Pawan Kumar could say such things openly before a lady.

In a decent manner, he sticked the tape well above in one of her breasts which was long enough to cover most parts of the breast. The Tape was going up and down above her breast vertically, and he was removing it very smoothly. Occasionally his finger was brushing above the nipple, and he could feel the hardness of her nipple. In similar manner, he completed another breast.

"The first part of treatment is complete, next part is to wash your breasts in soap," said Pawan Kumar.

Ritu realized she was getting horny - her face was getting red, her eyes were burning, her pulse rate was increasing, and she started getting really a sexy hot sensation between her two legs.

Both of them went inside the bathroom near the wash basin. He took the soap, and started with one of her boobs and upper chest, now was the moment God had given him a scope to feel her boobs, and to make her an arousal. He continued down over her breasts, they were big, soft and spongy like woollen balls, completely different from her daughter (Rupa) he had been with so far. Ritu's nipples stood erected, and very hard. He couldn't help fondle them an extra time. He had a massive hard one, and his dick was now throbbing inside his shot. He picked a small towel and dried up her breasts.

Then he said, "Yes dear, I think they are clean now, we can proceed."

Ritu blushed, and continued to cast her glance down with shyness. In that moment, she noticed the big outline of his cock above his shot which was throbbing up and down.

But, somehow, at that moment, all her sexual desires, which were absent for the past 14 years got revived. She desperately wanted a male hand to touch her there. For the first time, she felt a sexual tension and sensation in her breasts.

"God! What am I doing? Am I forgetting all social norms and taboos? Am I still in my senses?"

She realized all her powers of thinking were gone.

At that moment she only wanted a hard hand of male squeezing of her hardened and erected breasts. She was desperately waiting for the next action of Pawan Kumar.

Then he took few cubes of ice from the fridge, he put those cubes in a handkerchief, and rubbed it against her breasts. As he did so, her breasts began to stiffen, and her nipples turned into hard strawberries.

"Now, the final stage of treatment, I have to apply antihistamine cream on your breasts so that you will be completely out of danger." He said.

He picked out the tube from his leather medicine bag, he pressed the tube, and greased his palm with the ointment and gently pressed on her breasts. While applying the ointment, he gently squeezed her soft boobs.

"Ohh ... squeeze it...Pawan, squeeze it more and harder..." that's what she wanted to shout, but she tried to control herself. But she could not hide her expression, breathing and lower body movement which was clearly noticed by Pawan Kumar.

He put his hand on her both breasts, and on her tight nipples as she was now aroused already. He moved his hands on it in circular fashion. She was so aroused that she was breathing heavily. Then his hand was brushing with the nipple. She was getting more excited by his movement of hand.

He again squeezed her breast, and then followed the tweaking and pinching of her nipple as if the ointment is pasted in her nipple. She could not control herself but she moaned in low voice, and her moan made a smile on the face of Pawan Kumar.

Then he announced " Now I will massage the right breast with the ointment for 10 minutes and you would have to remain in this position for another half an hour, till the medicine gets penetrated in your breasts "

Pawan Kumar then rubbed the ointment on her right breast. It actually lasted for 15 minutes and she was made to sleep in that position for half an hour.

Surprising thing was that, when the massage got over after 15 minutes, her pussy was wet with juices and was slippery.

During this moment, Pawan Kumar picked out a small scissors, and said,

"Ritu, now raise your left arm above, I will trim your arm pit hairs."

He held her left arm in his hand, and in other hand he trimmed her armpit hairs with that small scissor. Ritu could feel his face near her arm pit as his hot breath was passing near her arm, and she was well aware of the fact that while doing so, he was sniffing her arm pit. He repeated the same in her other arm pit. Thank God, he did not lick her arm pits. She was feeling very hot inside her cunt.

After half an hour, Pawan Kumar told her to get up, and dress up. He told her to have panty, petticoat and saree only and nothing to wear on the breast for that night. She could not have blouse that time in front of him, she was topless inside the saree, and for her unfortunate the saree was bit transparent showing her nipples faintly through it.

He gave her the tube of medicine, to apply once for the next day.

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Next day after evening walk, they both sat on the same bench under the tree. They were sitting very close to each other touching their bodies with each other just like young lovers.

Pawan Kumar asked, "Ritu, how about your breasts? Any reaction or burning sensation in the skin?"

"No, nothing, it is normal, "replied Ritu.

"Thank God! you are escaped from a poisonous reaction because of the proper pre-caution of removal of the legs and immediate applying of the ointment, "said Pawan Kumar.

Then he said again, "Do you know about a deadly disease woman suffer from at your age? That is Breast cancer. Luckily, there is no symptom of breast cancer in you."

"How did you know?" asked Ritu.

"Yesterday, while applying ointment in your breasts, I could not find any lump," said he.

"Ohhhhhhh!" exclaimed Ritu.

"Another thing, I must compliment. At this age of yours, you have maintained your breasts nicely. I have never seen such beautiful breasts which are not at all sagging." Said Pawan Kumar.

Ritu felt very shy, pleased and proud and replied smilingly, "Thank you, those are natural, and I have done nothing to maintain them."

Then their topic of discussion resumed where they left last evening about sex after becoming a widow or widower.

"If your wife dies or leaves, and as a man, you take too long before remarrying, they start questioning you. People asked me when I would get married after death of my wife. If you remarry immediately, you will be frowned upon. It will be like you were just waiting for your wife to die to get another lady," explained Pawan Kumar

Pawan Kumar further said, "My sex drive had always been high, but after not having sex a year and a half post-loss, I made up for it by having a physical relationship with a young widow of my office. There was lots of meaningless sex with her which I would never have chosen previously. I knew I was not ready to date or be in a relationship so I tried a more casual approach. I have never done this before. At first, I was horrified at my behaviour, but came to realize if it's mutually beneficial than I am good with casual. In my pre-widower life, I would never have considered this and let's just say that I made a very casual move for sex only. I couldn't care less if I ever have sex again. I'm fine with that. I do miss the physical touch sometimes, but massage therapy, yoga and meditation take care of that. I have no interest. I no longer feel pretty or attractive, and have no desire at all to have sex. I used to have sex three times a day sometimes, but since my spouse's death, and break up of my relationship with office lady, I can't even think it now. I am almost 10 years out of it, and I feel so repulsed that I don't think I could even get off if I try with someone else. It's weird. I just feel dead on every level. (Literally, he was telling lies to Ritu when he had already impregnated her own daughter Rupa)

Ritu said, "Women are different and they handle issues to do with sex differently. But at the end of the day, a good number of them handle their issues based on what society expects of them, not necessary what their hearts and bodies want. Faith says that there are women who will start sleeping with different men as a way of dealing with the loss or trying to fill the void the husband left. Some, withdraw and focus on their children. It's the way they react. But women have to understand that society is selfish and it's usually best to follow your heart, as long as you can handle the backlash. "

Pawan Kumar stressed his argument, "I' am surprised and fail to understand why society is totally indiscriminate towards re-marriage, relationship and sex of a widow when there are no strings attached to her. As a woman, it's frowned upon but... why? She is always safe and take care of herself so why can't she enjoy sex with someone she just met."

She said, "There is no right or wrong way in this matter. It's just a journey and we all have to find our way"

Pawan Kumar was looking down on her, and couldn't help notice the cleavage showing from his line of sight as her blouse was low neck, and her saree pallu was off her shoulders as she sat down before him. Her tits looked really big so fair, and he could see those big soft pair of tits in dim light of the park. She was also staring directly his erected cock under his shot.

Ritu could already feel slight sexual tension between them from that moment on. The heartbeats, the goose bumps, the touch of the fingers when they kept their hands on the seat at the same time. He had his hands wrapped around her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

She was enjoying it. They again talked for an hour. She would bend her body over his shoulder every time making sure he could smell her.

He, on the other hand was constantly touching her on her thighs as they laughed on stupid jokes. He was sweating. She liked the tiny droplets of sweat dripping down his temple to inside his shirt, and she was inhaling his sweat smell deeply inside her nostrils. At one point, when they were laughing too hard, he started tickling her. She was very ticklish, and started jumping like a spider. He was all over her by now. Both laughing uncontrollably.

Her boobs were touching his firm body, his chest was strong and this time she could feel his thing too. Oh, dear God!

She pretended she felt nothing except the tickling.

Their legs were intertwined, and his body was touching her. His lips inches apart from her. Then he suddenly stopped, with his face right in front of her, one of his hand on her back and one hand putting a strand of her hair behind her ear, he didn't say anything and just stared at her with his killer eyes.

Ritu: "What?"

Pawan Kumar: "Nothing... You are beautiful."

She blushed.

He brought his lips closer but didn't kiss. He had it written on his face, "Shall I?"

Previously she had told him that politeness turned her on. That she liked

domination but only after asking for the permission.

Ritu: "What are you thinking?"

Pawan Kumar: "Thinking... Thinking of kissing you."

Ritu: "Are you sure? Would it be right?"

Pawan Kumar: "I don't know. But I want to. Do you want me to?"

Yes, but Ritu didn't say anything. Her heartbeat became faster. She could feel him already. She was wondering if he knew what he had done to her down there. She started breathing heavily now. But still just staring at him.

Ritu: "Should you? I think it will be wonderful."

Ritu melted.

Ritu: "Then what are you waiting for?"

And the gap vanished. His lips were on her and they kissed like crazy.

He placed his hand on her thighs, and rubbed them. She got very excited. He could feel the heat of her body radiating beside him. Even she was pretty excited. Next, he started to feel her breasts lightly over her blouse. He knew that she had no bra beneath her blouse. He started to make small circles on her nipples above the blouse. She was very excited and so was he. He took her hand and placed in on his throbbing dick. She pressed it hard. He felt an unknown pleasure through his body. Wow, there really was a big difference between pressing your dick yourself and had somebody else to do it. Then he started to press her breasts slowly while she continued to love his dick over his track suit.

Her hand was touching against his cock. His cock was starting to grow. In fact, it was getting hard.

Ritu noticed but politely carried on. He tried to adjust himself slightly hoping not to make things worse but relieve the strain.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Erm...sorry," was all she could murmur trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Don't be ashamed" Pawan Kumar reassured, glancing up at her. She looked away, but she carried on, and the dick got harder and the strain grew in his track suit.

"Let me adjust you" he suggested and unzipped his track suit. As he did this, his big naked cock sprang out. It was sticking straight out about inches away from the side of her face. Oh shit! She stopped and stared.

"Oh, my God! it is so huge and at this age it is so thick looks so cute and so hard " was all he heard her say.

Then, together in perfect coordination, he turned a few degrees to point his swollen cock at her, and she turned her head in its direction. They both swivelled to a point where her face was directly in front of his cock head. Time was seemingly frozen.

He didn't remember thinking or doing anything. What he did remember was her mouth opening, her tongue licking her lips slightly and her head moving forward the last remaining few inches that separated them. Her eyes were staring at his cock head, and she moved her lips over it. Her mouth opened wider, and her lips slipped over the whole shaft, and kept on slipping until more than half of his nine inches hard cock was buried completely in her mouth. It felt so warm but he was too shocked to realise what was happening. He didn't thrust and for a moment just remained there frozen with his cock in her mouth. He remembered her licking it, and sliding her lips along it. She just sorts of held it in her mouth, and sucked.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he was moaning. He felt as if he was in heaven.

His dream woman, mother of Rupa whom he had impregnated was sucking his big dick like a whore.

Within a few seconds, as if from nowhere, he came and shot his load. She held her sucking position, and swallowed it all. As she was doing this, his attention was drawn to her body. The curve of her ass resting on her ankles as she knelt before him looked really nice. Her nipples were hard and were sticking through the fabric of the white blouse. Sliding her mouth off his cock, she stood up and smiled. She put a finger to her mouth to signal him to keep quiet.

"Our little secret should be within us, and nobody should know it," she whispered and licked her lips lightly.

He reached out to touch her right tit, but she grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?" The surprise in her voice was clear.

He kept trying to touch her but then she just hugged him to stop.

"Sometimes things happen on the spur of the moment, let us not get too carried away," she said in ice voice.

The calmness in her voice was familiar and reassuring. He tried to pull away from her embrace but she held on knowing that the only safe distance was right up close where he couldn't touch her.

Pawan Kumar moved his arms around her and hugged her. Her body was a lovely size and shape, and felt warm and soft. He could feel his cock touching the material on her saree, and this made it go hard. He tried to press it against her at the same time as hugging her, but she released him, and stepped back. She straightened her blouse pulled her saree up, and adjusted it to cover her body.

Ritu said, "You're my best friend. What I did was wrong and I'm sorry it happened. I'd be really grateful if we can both just forget about it. No one needs to know anything. I'm a widow, and not only a mother but a grandmother also. What happened between us was only due to momentary excitement, and I regret and repent for it. Again, I am sorry for this. I want to leave now."

Together they walked towards the Apartment. No talk, no conversation, a complete silence prevailed over them till they reached the flat.

Pawan Kumar also repented very much that night. He thought she was a virtuous lady, and she might be starved for sex so many years since her becoming a widow, and in an intimate moment with him, she was aroused, and the things happened. But later on, she might be conscious of what she had done and repented. His dream of fucking her got shattered.

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For next two days, Pawan Kumar did not see her in the house. He thought she was avoiding him. Even she was not with him for evening walk. It was Saturday evening, next day was Sunday, and he got impatient. As per his daily routine visit, he visited to Rupa in her flat. Rupa was sitting in sofa with her big womb. He enquired her about Ritu, her mother.

Rupa said with astonishment, "Don't you know, Mom is sick and she is unable to walk?"

"Where is she?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"She is in her room in your flat, "replied Rupa.