It’s Not My Fault – Part 2
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I felt so happy and super elated that my list of male admirers was already growing on my first day. A few minutes later my milkman’s son Suresh came to deliver fresh milk. Both uncles rushed from there seeing Suresh park his bike outside my gate.
Mostly my milkman comes to deliver fresh milk but today I was surprised to see his young son making the delivery. I had last seen Suresh when he was finishing high school a few years ago. My milkman comes right in and rings my doorbell at 6.30am in the morning to deliver the milk.
Today Suresh also came on time. Suresh had grown up into a nice lean young man with his moustache just beginning to grow. I stopped my yoga and sat catching my breath while we exchanged greetings. I asked “Suresh since when did you start delivering milk”?
He replied “madam I have been doing it for some time now to help my dad. Since we have less customers in this part of town now, we have switched areas because I have to attend college also after this”. I continued with my yoga on purpose while still talking to him.
I teasingly replied “Suresh please stop calling me madam…”. He quickly replied “ok…err…then can I call you aunty”? I smiled and nodded yes while still continuing my yoga. Suresh stood a few feet away after keeping his milk filled cans on the ground.
I stopped after seeing him but he eagerly said “aunty why did you stop? I can wait”. I replied “but Suresh, I will need atleast another ten fifteen minutes to finish”. Suresh said “that’s fine aunty, the sky will not fall if I deliver milk slightly late today…”.
I was about to say something but he continued “aunty actually I have never seen anyone do yoga… So you please take your time to finish”. I replied “but Suresh I don’t want you to get late for college”? He quickly replied “that’s okay aunty, I can easily spare ten twenty minutes for you. You please finish your yoga now”.
I continued doing my aasanas in erotic positions and could feel his eyes lingering on my entire body. I stealthily looked at his crotch and noticed an above normal sized bulge. This made my pussy tingle because this was the first time I was seeing a man’s cock from so close and the results were already encouraging.
I noticed him grab and adjust his cock unknowingly from over his pants while he continued watching me very keenly. I finished my yoga and then went inside to get a bowl to collect the fresh milk from him. Again his eyes were transfixed on my cleavage while I was bending over holding the bowl.
This made my pussy tingle even more. I caught him red handed staring at my cleavage and that got him really embarrassed. I genuinely smiled at him trying to ease the moment. It worked wonders like it did on the others. Now Suresh stared more openly at my big tits and cleavage after realising that I didn’t mind it.
This was my eureka moment. I made small talk about his college and life in general while leaning forward on purpose as if trying to buy time so Suresh could enjoy staring for some more time. I looked below and without doubt his cock was at full mast in his pants. This time Suresh caught me looking at his cock.
