Sweet Auntys Braless Situation Pt 02

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Sweet aunty was a gem of a person. Her name was Pari, which meant Angel in Hindi. She was a sweet, loving and caring person. She was a professor and used to work really hard. Tumultuous times during her childhood had imbibed a sense of responsibility in her which led to her disciplined work ethic. She taught in the best college in Mumbai and was already taking up new responsibilities as an associate professor at such a young age of 36. She was married to a overseas trading merchant who was away most of the time due to obvious trips. She used to teach us children back when we were in school and made sure that we were focused on our studies. She also cared a lot about family and loved everyone of us. Her love was so genuine that she was mostly innocent in her perspective towards her cared ones.

I, Neel, (meaning magical blue in Hindi) also loved her dearly as I saw her as a gaurdian figure right from my childhood where she was more of a friend than an aunt. I was comfortable with her and loved her thoroughly. As I grew up I never understood that I actually had subconsciously started liking being with her more and more. She lives about an hour from our house in Mumbai, which meant frequent get togethers as well.

I had never noted these subtly different feelings since I always liked her and we had a great time together.

After starting getting into college I had to move away from home to a different city. I used to miss all my family and especially, sweet aunty. When I got a job, that's the time I could finally come home. Covid had just begun and that's how I started working from home. Being one of the best engineering colleges in India, I had to study a lot and that meant I didn't really get time to have anything more than short term relationships. I didn't really watch adult films or anything else. I occasionally read some erotica.

So, when the first incident of watching her, in the house at Pune occurred it set a storm of fire inside me. I immediately felt immense guilt but couldn't control my incredibly raw feelings that yearned for more. It was like all that restraint I had developed at my engineering had come undone.

After that, I started noticing her as she moved around the house. She had a slim figure, with curves at all the right places. Her breasts were perfectly sized for her figure. She had subtly cute and petite buttocks which were enhanced when she wore tight pajamas. Her skin was flawless, as the clouds on a sunny day, her navel was flat and hair beautifully black.

Coming back to when the sun hit her top. The black top was a buttoned shirt. It had become see through. I checked on her eyes and she was soundly asleep. She was sleeping on her side and her arms were in front of her such that her breasts were blocked from my view. My eyes moved to discover her luscious cleavage enhanced due to the folded arms. I closed my eyes instantly. I couldn't watch any more. I was overwhelmed by guilt. But in spite of myself I opened them again. Lower. Her top had risen a bit and her partial navel was exposed. I closed my eyes more tightly and forcefully now. I had never been this hard in my life. I couldn't believe myself. I flipped to the other side convincing myself that come what may. "I must not give in to these urges, I have to try. I have to.. I have to..". And soon I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up an hour later to some commotion in the house. Apparently the covid tests that we had done in the morning came back. Sweet aunty and my family were the only ones negative. We quickly isolated and planned our trip back to Mumbai. We left Pari at her house and drove back. A week later of us reaching home, we got rapidly tested again as I was developing an uneasiness. The rest of my family was fine. The results were not good for me. I tested positive while others were negative. I was developing a fever. The only way to contain this was for me to move out. I looked for hospitals and hotels all of which were full due to recent surge in cases.

We called the government, and since I was young, they asked me to isolate and self medicate with the medications they would send me. Meanwhile we got a call from Sweet Aunty that she too had mild symptoms. She was issued the same directive. She could isolate since she was alone at home. I started looking for flats around when sweet aunty called again. She was below our apartment to pick me up! I refused as to not put her in a difficult place. But she wouldn't take no for an answer. Although, she was worried about the others in the house, but sounded even more distressed that I would be left alone in such a challenging time. Her voice quivering, "My symptoms are mild since I already have had a dose of vaccine. But you haven't been vaccinated even once. My sweet honey, Neely, I understand your concern but I will not let you got through this alone. I care for you with all my heart. I have done so since you were a little baby in my arms". This moved me from within. I started crying as I was finally able to accept the fear of this unknown monster of a disease. I now knew I had someone to care for me which allowed me to be vulnerable.

I couldn't express myself in words but I think she understood my vulnerability and gave me simple instructions to follow. I packed and was on the way. I saw her in a mask. She hugged me tightly as soon she saw me. I felt comfortable. We got ready to drive away by putting away the luggage. As I took the passenger seat, her eyes were smiling at me through the mask. She looked ahead and started driving. My gaze lowered unbeknownst to her and my own consciousness. I noticed the same black shirt. The sun was doing a magnificent job, yet again. I could see her same subtly pink bra right through her loose shirt. There was a hint of sweat on the side of her bra which was failing to hide her glorious and milky side boob. I thought, "Oh God.. "

To be continued..