This story starts back when I was a undergrad. My college didn’t have a dorm. I had found a row house to rent with 3 other roommates: let’s call them Jay, Adam and Peter. Peter was the only one who had a girlfriend, Stacy. Stacy practically lived here, even though she didn’t pay rent.
The townhouse had a flat roof, and we used to go upto the terrace to smoke or get a hit of fresh air. One evening, Stacy was on the roof and she called us “Hey guys, check this out”. Jay went up there and then called out “hey guys, there’s a naked aunty in the window”. All of us rushed up there. There was 6 story apartment complex across from us. Every bathroom had a window, and most windows had drapes. In one of the flats on the fourth floor, they had frosted windows instead of drapes. We could clearly see the silhouette of a naked lady having a shower. We couldn’t make out any of her features, but our imagination filled in what we couldn’t see.
We got into a routine. Every day, aunty (we called her aunty, but she looked to be in her 30s.. we called every married woman aunty) would come back from work. She would walk into her house, kiss her husband and then go in for a shower. We had folding chairs for each of us to enjoy the free show. Stacy would sit on Peter’s lap. After the show, both of them would go into the bedroom and fuck like animals.
Eventually, word spread and in a couple of days, uncle and aunty got to know that aunty was being watched. On Sunday, we heard a knock on the door. Adam opened the door to find both Aunty and Uncle at the door. Aunty was looking fine. She was wearing one of those sarees that were meant to drive men wild. The saree was sheer, so we could see her low cut blouse. The blouse displayed enough cleavage that we could look down her heavy boobs. The saree was strategically draped so that her navel slightly peeked out of it, which eventually drew attention to her tight but full hips.
Uncle: “We need to talk to you, boys”
Adam: “Uhhh…”
Jay rushed in “Yes UncleJi, come in. Let’s not talk in front of public. Please have a sea
We were kind of poor. The living room was mostly bare. We had one sofa and a couple of chairs strewn about, and an air mattress on the floor. We didn’t even have a TV. But it was clean. Jay was the meticulous one. He would nag all of us, if we made a mess. We could see that Aunty was somewhat disgusted by the spartan decorations. We offered them some refreshments, and exchanged pleasantries.
Eventually, the discussion turned to matter at hand
Uncle: “We are angry at you boys. We heard you have been watching Aunty shower”
Jay: “I am sorry, Uncle, but we didn’t mean any harm”
Aunty: “it’s very embarrassing. Everyone knows”
Stacy: ” These are just young boys. It’s natural for them to be curious”
Uncle: “But you are a girl. You should be showing them some sense”
Stacy: “Aunty, these boys are very decent. They just want to look. If you show them in private, they wouldn’t watch you in public”
Aunty: “What.. what do you mean?”
Peter: “Aunty, just take your top off. We will be much obliged” Peter and Stacy had apparently thought this through much ahead than us
Uncle: “What?! How dare you?”
Stacy: ” it’s ok uncle. They just want to look. Nothing will happen. We promise”
Me: “Aunty, we will just look. No touch”
Aunty: “I guess it’s ok. You boys have already seen a lot. What’s a little more”
Uncle : “No, Padma. You don’t have to”
Aunty got up and slowly undraped her saree. She was wearing a petticoat on the bottom She neatly folded it and placed it on the ground. Her blouse had buttons on the back. She turned around and looked at Stacy “Little help”. Stacy slowly unbuttoned her. Aunty turned back around, and shrugged out of the blouse. She wasn’t wearing her bra. Her huge tits hung free as she folded her blouse. All through out, Uncle kept sputtering “No” “This is ridiculous” “Bad boys” “,this is lewd”. Aunty sat back down. Her cheeks red, staring at the floor.
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Hold on for part 2. Part 2 gets wilder
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s1kto9/aunty_in_the_window_part_1_mmmmffm_voyeurism