Hi, this is your favorite Kishore again. It has been a while since I posted any messages, and thought I should get back to this excitement of sharing what ever little I know in this world of relationships. I used to stay in row houses during my teen age life. The area for washing and drying clothes used to be common for about 6 houses in the compound where I lived. From the bathroom area of my house, I can clearly visualize the wash area through the gaps available between my bathroom door and the wall. I used to sneak through it and observe the maids wash the clothes. Please note washing machines were not common 15 years back. A maid by name Usha working for my neighborhood was also of my age. She was really good looking and god knows why she was born to a poor family. I was scared to approach her though, but there are no limits for thoughts. I keep seeing her live through the hole and masturbate. She had no chance of seeing me, so there was no fear of getting caught.
I’ was so pervert, in fact I am still – no doubts about it that it stuck me one day to smell the bra’s which are hanging in the drying area.. All 6 families put together had close to 8 women, mostly above 20’s age. So I always notice 8 to 12 bra’s hanging in the drying area behind my house. Usually during the day time, after 1 pm or so, most people go off to sleep in my building complex. My dirty thoughts starts wandering the moment clock hits 13:00 hours. I lock my house on the back side, steal the bra’s one by one and take it inside my bath room. I kiss them madly at the tips and sometimes wear them one by one and admire myself. Oh god why did you not create me as a woman. Its such a strange and lovely feeling to feel a woman’s breast. I hang them back without anyone noticing. This was going on for several months.
One day while I was repeating this, I remember it was a Sunday. I did finish kissing them, caressing them, crushing them, smelling them and what not , I did everything. I used to be the second person to make out who has purchased a new brasserie in the complex, and what brand etc. I was holding a Phd in this subject. It was almost after 30 minutes of my play I went to hang the bra’s back, when suddenly I heard my neighbor shouting at me, what the hell you are doing. I was shocked. I started to cry in front of her, and pleaded to her not to tell to anyone. She was so angry and said, I thought you were a good boy, I wonder if its really you, born to such orthodox parents indulging into such dirty activities. I told her that it was my age and the books which I read which made me to do all this. Then she was again angry on seeing that I had crushed her bra as well. She was almost 55 years old. She told that I should not do it again and wanted me promise to her.
There was a lady living in the same building whose name is Aarthi. She was young married and had one child who was 3 years old. Aarthi must be in her late 20’s. I assume my neighbor could not control telling Aarthi what she saw me doing, breaking all the promises we made to each other. After all it is difficult to expect a 55 years old lady to maintain secrecy. They love gossiping. Cant blame her for this. Aarthi called me one day and asked me some general questions about my well being. She called me one day to her house while no one was around, and intentionally she had put her brasserie on the couch where she asked me to sit.
While I was about to sit, she said oh sorry, I will remove this, and put it on the floor near by me. She told me to wait while she went to the kitchen to bring a cup of water for me. My eyes were on the target. I could not control seeing what was on the floor. It was an ornament for me, not something which was spun by a weaver in a garment unit. To me it was even precious than a platinum or petrol, god knows which one is expensive these days, damn it. She came back with a glass of water and noticed I was focused on seeing her bra, without even taking my eyes away. She called me once, but I ignored. Second time, I ignored. Third time she did not call, she came near me and took her bra away. My dick was saluting like a soldier taking a guard at a parade. I could not control my feelings. I searched for a news paper and hid my tomb. She was watching all this silently without uttering a word. I told her that I would leave after drinking water, and she did not refuse at all. Days went by, and one fine day. She came to the back yard to take the dry clothes belonging to her family. I was trying to behave like a good boy and asked her, Akka souwkiyamaa, meaning sister how are you. She said she is doing fine, and asked me what I was doing there. While I blushed she asked me, haven’t you stopped your naughty acts ? I asked what was it, when she told me that she heard all about me, through my immediate neighbor. I was furious, and started cursing my old neighbor. Aarthi said not to worry, instead she said she is glad to have a youth in the same compound that is naughty. I was a little relieved.
She came near me and gave her bra to me and asked, is this the biggest in this complex you have seen ? I said no. Kala aunt’s is the biggest. She said that my observation was correct. She asked me if I have ever seen how a lady wears it, and how it holds to the body of a woman. I said no, unfortunately. She told me, that I would have a chance to see it soon. Little did I know that luck would come my way in this form. Aarthi and Kala had charted a plan for me. They both invited me one day to Kala’s house who is also one of my neighbors. We were just three at their home, when Aarthi said, why not help us today in our cleaning activities. I said not an issue. While I climbed a stool, kala used to hold it from bottom. She was starring at my thighs. As the stool was sometimes shaky, she started holding my legs, occasionally. I did not get aroused by it. Later after getting down, they asked me fix a lamp shade. The excitement started here. Kala was kneeling down to hold the pole of lamp shade. She deliberately ensured that her cleavage is seen by me. It reminds me of movie Hyderabad blues. For those of you who haven’t seen it, go to you tube and watch it. Its exciting clipping. I could not take my eyes of her cleavage. Seeing this, she said it’s a little stuffy and opened her top hook of blouse. I was in a world of excitement. Suddenly from behind Aarthi came and pressed her melons on me. Kala blushed at me and asked, did you expect all this ? I said frankly NO, and also added, there cant be anything better happening in my life than this. I asked them if this isn’t wrong. They both replied, saying we are also human, we have the same emotions of what men have. As you are young and handsome, we preferred you, to experience our fantasies too. They taught me the abcd’s of excitement.
I don’t have to elaborate what happened after this, as most of the stories in ISS explains the Oooh’s and Aaah sounds which one make during the process of making love. Our relations continued discreetly, whenever we all felt we were all safe. I was given a free hand to do whatever I wanted with their brasseries. They told me I could have one as a token of remembrance. I once took one of their bra to my college and showed it to my best friends. We studied the anatomy of how it was made, its design, its stitches, curves, tailoring, etc. I wonder what would run in the minds of a tailor while he stitches various sizes. Wow, isn’t it amazing. I am now 35 years and in Bangkok, and would be very glad to explain more and more of my adventures to any female who is interested to hear from me. Over the last few years, I have gained enormous experience and knowledge. You may please send me an office line message or an email, to [email protected], or [email protected]. I check them every day. I have plenty to share, so do not hesitate to contact me. This is only for Chennai aunties and females. Others please excuse..
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