Indian Aunty Sex Stories: Sunita's Chut Takes Rohan's Lund All Night in Goa

Sunita had just propped her pillows up and opened a new page of indian aunty sex stories on her tablet when the knock came, sharp and sudden enough to make her jump. She had not been expecting anyone, and the flat was supposed to be quiet for the whole evening. The knock came again, a little firmer this time, and she pulled her cotton kurti straight before she walked to the door.

She opened it to find Rohan standing there with a polite smile that did not quite hide his curiosity. He said the resort had heard her balcony light was flickering, and he had come to fix it before it went out. Sunita laughed softly and said she had not complained, but the light had indeed been playing up since the afternoon.

He stepped inside, and the flat suddenly felt smaller with another person in it. He was thirty three, tall, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Sunita noticed his forearms first, then caught herself noticing, and turned away to put the kettle on so she would have something to do with her hands.

Rohan went straight to the balcony and unscrewed the cover of the light fitting. He worked quickly while Sunita watched from the doorway. The sea breeze moved through the open door and lifted the edge of her dupatta, and she felt oddly self conscious, as if the evening had already changed direction without her permission.

He asked if she was here alone, and she said yes, it was a solo break, something she had needed for a long time. He nodded as if he understood more than she had said, and then he asked if she wanted company for a drink once the light was fixed. Sunita hesitated, then heard herself say yes, because the flat had been too quiet for three days.

The light came back on with a steady glow, and Rohan wiped his hands on a cloth and sat down at the small balcony table. Sunita brought out two glasses and a bottle of wine she had bought on her first day and never opened. She poured carefully, and their fingers brushed when she handed him his glass, and neither of them pulled away as quickly as politeness would have required.

They talked easily at first, about Goa and how the crowds had gone and left the place peaceful. Rohan told her he had managed the property for four years and had learned to read guests within a day. He said she did not look like a woman on holiday, she looked like a woman trying to remember something. Sunita laughed, but the laugh caught in her throat, because he was right.

She told him her marriage had gone cold years ago, not in a fight, but slowly and quietly. Her husband was kind, she said, but they lived like polite roommates now, touching only by accident in narrow hallways. She had stopped expecting to be wanted, and she had started to believe that part of her life was simply over.

Rohan listened without interrupting, and when she finished he said softly that no woman should have to feel invisible in her own home. He did not reach for her at once, and that restraint made her want him more. He refilled her glass, and his knee brushed hers under the table, and she did not move away.

Sunita found herself telling him things she had never said aloud, about lying awake beside her husband and feeling lonely in the same bed. Rohan said he had seen that loneliness in other guests, but he wanted to fix it for her. She looked at him then, really looked, and saw desire in his eyes that was honest and unhurried.

He stood up and offered his hand, and she took it, and he pulled her gently to her feet on the balcony. The new light glowed warm above them, and the sea sounded far below, and the night air was soft against her skin. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her slowly, as if he had all night, and she kissed him back with a hunger that surprised her.

Her hands slid up his chest and felt the heat of him through his shirt, and his hands moved to her waist and drew her closer. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly, and instead of pulling back she pressed closer, sighing into his mouth. He whispered her name against her lips, and the sound of it made her knees feel weak.

Inside the flat, he unbuttoned her kurti one button at a time, kissing the skin he uncovered as he went. She helped him pull his shirt over his head, and ran her palms over his bare shoulders and down his back. When her kurti slipped to the floor, she stood in her bra and salwar, breathing hard, and he looked at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he had seen all year.

He unhooked her bra and took her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently before he bent his head to suck one nipple and then the other. Sunita arched her back and moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. He licked slow circles around her nipples until they were hard and wet, and she whispered that it had been so long since anyone had touched her like this.

She reached for his belt and unbuckled it with trembling fingers, then pushed his trousers and underwear down together. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and she wrapped her hand around it and stroked him slowly from base to tip. He groaned and tilted his head back, and she loved the power of making a younger man lose control just from her touch.

Sunita knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth, licking the tip first and then sliding down until he filled her mouth completely. She sucked him deep and slow, her tongue working along the underside, while he gripped her hair gently and whispered encouragement. His hips began to move, and she matched his rhythm, taking him deeper each time until his breathing turned ragged.

He pulled her up before he could finish, saying he wanted to be inside her, not just in her mouth. He lifted her onto the bed and pulled her salwar and panties off in one smooth motion, spreading her legs wide. He stared at her wet pussy for a moment, then bent down and licked her slowly, parting her folds with his tongue and sucking her clit until she was shaking.

Sunita cried out and grabbed the bedsheets, her hips lifting off the mattress as his tongue worked faster. He slid two fingers inside her while his mouth stayed on her clit, curling them and thrusting them in rhythm. She came hard, her whole body shuddering, her juices soaking his fingers and his mouth, and she called his name over and over as the pleasure rolled through her.

Before she had fully come down, he climbed between her legs and pushed his cock into her wet pussy in one long stroke. She gasped at the fullness of him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrapping around his waist. He stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside her, kissing her neck while she adjusted to his size.

Then he began to move, slow deep thrusts that made her moan with every stroke. He kissed her breasts as he fucked her, sucking her nipples while his cock slid in and out of her dripping pussy. Sunita met his thrusts with her hips, urging him faster, telling him not to stop, telling him she wanted all of him.

He flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, pulling her hips up so he could drive deep into her. She buried her face in the pillow and moaned as his cock pounded her pussy from behind, his hands gripping her hips hard. The bed shook with their rhythm, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room, and she felt herself building toward another climax.

He reached around and rubbed her clit while he thrust into her, and she came again, screaming into the pillow as her pussy clenched tight around his cock. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, his strokes getting faster and harder, until he groaned loudly and spilled his hot cum deep inside her. They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, his cock still inside her as they caught their breath.

After a while he pulled out slowly, and she felt his cum leaking out of her and down her thighs. He kissed her shoulder and said she was incredible, and she laughed, a real laugh this time, light and free. She had forgotten what it felt like to be laughed with in bed, to be held after, to be wanted without hurry.

They showered together, washing each other slowly, his hands soaping her breasts and her belly and between her legs. She soaped his cock back to hardness under the warm water, stroking him until he was fully hard again. He pressed her against the wet tiles and lifted one of her legs over his arm, sliding into her again right there in the shower.

The water ran down their bodies as he fucked her standing up, her back against the cool tiles and her arms around his neck. She bounced gently on his cock, her breasts pressing against his chest, her moans echoing off the bathroom walls. He thrust up into her again and again, and she felt her third climax building, hot and unstoppable.

She came with a cry, her pussy gripping him hard, and he followed her moments later, filling her again with his cum as the water washed over them both. They stood under the spray for a long time afterwards, foreheads touching, breathing together, neither wanting to be the first to step away.

Back in bed, Sunita lay against his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down. He stroked her hair and told her he would be next door all week if she wanted him, no pressure, no promises she did not want. She traced a slow circle on his chest and said she already knew she would want him again tomorrow.

They made love once more before dawn, slower this time, face to face, looking into each other's eyes with every thrust. He moved inside her with deep unhurried strokes, kissing her lips and her throat and her breasts as he went. She wrapped herself around him completely, and when they came together this time it felt tender and intense at once, like a secret they had both been keeping from themselves.

In the morning light, Rohan fixed the balcony light cover properly and tightened the last screw, grinning at her as if the whole night had been part of the job. Sunita stood in the doorway in his shirt, watching him work, and when he turned to leave she caught his hand and pulled him back for one more kiss. He whispered, stay one more night, and she whispered back, I was never leaving today anyway.