Holi party
It was Holi day at Gokuldham everybody was enjoying the festive. The shower zone was loved by everyone and all took opportunity to get wet. Popatlal's nephew was excited and horny to see Babita totally wet, all cloth were clinged to her body protuding her big tits and ass. Jack was horny as hell. He made a plan and ask popat uncle to get everyone drunk especially mens and the main target was Iyer uncle. Popatlal did a very good job. After Holi party, all mens went to terrace to get more drunk. Meanwhile everybody went home except Babita aunt. Babita was feeling frustrated as hell. Where are my keys? Can't go home. Can't get a shower. Hopefully, Popatlal had them. Her key chain held her room, as well as her home key. Unless they turned up, she was stranded. It was beginning to look more and more like tonight's party was going to be a bust. She was hoping to shower first, but Iyer must have locked the door. Her pair of clothes was locked in her room. Her cell phone was locked in her room too. She was going to have to search the sidelines again. The parking lot was empty. Jack had been the last person she saw, but she hadn't noticed him later.
Babita checked society's wall clock. If she could shower, find her keys, and change within forty minutes, her friends could meet her at the movies and she might still enjoy her evening. Her wanderings had taken her past the door to the Popatlal's room. I guess I could use their shower after all Popatlal was most trusted and they being very close lately. Popatlal big cock has impressed Babita. They have spend some erotic moments several times lately.Babita thought they are all out celebrating their festive drink by now as none of the men were visible in the society. The door would probably be locked, but when she tried the handle it opened right up. Finally, something was going her way. Babita stuck her head in the door. "Popat bhai?" she yelled. "Popat bhai are you here?"
Babita entered the room. It smelled sweaty and nasty like one would expect of a male room, but a shower was a shower. The lights were off in his room. All was quiet. She turned around and locked the door so that she wouldn't get caught should there be any stragglers.
Babita walked over to a bench between the hall and bathroom and let her long blonde hair down while pulling up the top of her uniform. Great, no one is home, she thought. I hope no one catches me changing in here. I get so hot and wet out on that shower area. Babita was a fastidious woman and a clean freak. She kept her home and body spotless. She showered and washed her hair every morning and if she exerted herself at all during the day, she showered again at night or enjoyed a long exfoliating session and soak in her tub. She worked the cleaning crew hard in the bathroom and it was clear that Popatlal wasn't as fastidious as she was. His room was clean enough for boys, but not for her own standards. Wet towels and dirty jock straps were laying around, growing mold and mildew before they would be picked up tomorrow when the cleaning maid came. She vowed not to touch anything, but was still uncomfortable that her bare feet would be walking on the floor and the dirty shower. Babita stripped down to her white bra and thong. She unhooked her bra releasing her giant breasts. It felt a little naughty changing in the Popatlal's bathroom. She tossed her thong aside and walked into the shower thinking how good it was going to feel.
In the cubical shower, Jack was sitting back in his chair meditating on tonight's game and what he could have done better, how he best could have used his players, and most importantly, what they could do to keep winning games. It was a practice he had learned from his old coach and one he had decided to adopt. The quiet and the darkness allowed him to think more clearly. What didn't allow him to think clearly was the site of a gorgeous white woman stripping just feet from his cubical. Well, well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Iyer, the cheerleading, he thought watching her strip. She hadn't interacted with him much since he arrived last summer, but then neither had most of the other society members outside of polite conversation. At first, he hadn't noticed Babita enter the lockers until she called his name. He almost answered her which would have spoiled his show. She didn't appear to be looking for him and when she passed his room and started letting her hair down, he sat back in the bench and watched the show, feeling his meaty cock starting to puff up as each article of clothing was pulled off her buxom body. The nude woman walked into the showers. Jack stripped off his white tee shirt and pants in his cubical and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I think I'll join you, Mrs. Iyer," he said as he left his cubical and headed towards her.
Babita closed her eyes and let the hot water run all over her body as she lathered her skin with soap. Her hands slid all over her body, covering her breasts with suds, coating her hips, running down her blonde pubic hair and between her thighs. Her skin tingled from her touch and she began to get aroused. Her hands pushed her breasts together and then one slid over her nipple and she pinched it, trying not to moan. She was more than aroused. She felt downright horny. Ever since her erotic dream last night, she'd been horny all day. She wished she could remember it because that must have been some dream. Either that or the thought of being nude in the Popatlal's shower was making her horny. She thought of all the young boys who stared wide eyed at her during holi party and she pictured them staring at her in the shower and somewhat guiltily, she imagined her Popatlal's nephew Jay, so young, fit, and handsome staring at her. So different from her husband. He was nude too and slowly approaching her. Her thighs were growing damp and it wasn't just from the shower. Babita massaged her right breast while pulling on her left nipple. She slowly opened her eyes to see a dark figure wearing a white towel around his waist standing arms crossed just outside the shower's range.
Babita instantly came alert. Her hand came down to enfold her blonde pubes. Her arm crossed her chest to cover her breasts, but they were too big and one slipped out under her arm while her other nipple slipped up just above her hand. "Jack! What are you doing here?" Babita was horrified. Not only had a young guy seen her nude, but he had caught her playing with her own nipples. Another minute or so and her hand might have slipped down between her legs, she was so lost in her fantasy about Popatlal.
"This is our shower," said Jack, matter-of-factually as he pulled his towel off.
"Oh my god!" Babita stared wide eyed and the fat slab of meat hanging between the Jack's legs. It was the longest, plumpest, penis she'd ever seen and it wasn't even hard. The monster was already more than twice Iyer's size.
"Never seen a popat family's cock before, Mrs. Iyer?"
"Are they all this big?" she asked when he stepped up to her. She was so fascinated with it, that her hand came out to lightly stroke down the fat rod as it swelled even bigger and slowly began to rise. Babita felt a wave of pleasure run through her body from simply touching his big penis, but realized that Jack had reached out and pinched one of her erect nipples. His fingers gently pinched, tugged, and twirled her hard-pink nipple. She had to fight back a moan.
