“At last, a couple has come to live in our vacant house next door,” Shrish’s mother announced.

Shrish was not interested in knowing who they were as he was very much involved in the cricket match showing on TV at the time. He was 18, tall, fair, and handsome, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He was studying MBBS and in his medical college he was a great attraction for the girl students.

The couple who came to live in the house next door were Raj and Sheela, recently married and good-looking. Raj worked for a multinational company and his work involved frequent tours. Sheela was a housewife. She was lean and well-proportioned, except for her very big boobs. The ample boobs on the slender body attracted every male with sufficient hormones.

When she came for a formal chat with Shrish’s mother, Shrish stood mesmerized. Such a large set of breasts on such a slim body made him gasp, and it took a few minutes to recover. He envied the husband who could play with those football-sized boobs.

Sheela, in her turn, was also stunned by the good looks of the youth with the great body. She saw his gaze fixed on her breasts and she blushed. Though such stares were not rare, his stare had a magnetic quality that made her heart race.

Shrish’s mother introduced her son to their new tenant. He said hello to the boobs and he couldn’t take his eyes off them; he had never seen such a beautiful set in his life, even in erotic movies.

Fortunately, Shrish’s mother didn’t notice her son’s behaviour as she was telling Sheela all about her son’s educational and athletic skills. But Sheela could see his eyes still fastened on her boobs and she was pleased by the handsome young man’s attention.

Raj was good at sex, but such adoration was not in him, and he did everything in a routine, lifeless manner. But the neighbour’s boy seemed to appreciate the beauty, and he attracted her very much.

The next day, Shrish came to Sheela’s house and had a casual talk with Raj, who also liked the medical student very much. When Sheela came in with coffee, Shrish’s eyes were automatically drawn to her twin assets, but he was very careful in the presence of her husband. Raj invited Shrish to come in the evening for chats as he did not know any other people in the area, and Shrish agreed willingly.

One day, Shrish asked Raj casually, “Raj, do you play football regularly?” Though he asked the question to Raj, his eyes were on Sheela’s boobs, as she stood behind Raj. She blushed, knowing the meaning. But Raj said, “No, I don’t play football. Do you play often?”

“So far, no. But now I am very interested and keen,” he said, mischievously, knowing that she was enjoying his double meaning.

The next day, Shrish came over a little earlier, knowing that Raj would not be at home. Sheela welcomed him and asked him to sit on the sofa. That day, she looked very pretty in a black sari and black blouse. He was in a T-shirt and lungi, and his T-shirt showed off his bulging biceps.

“Raj has not come home yet. Shall I bring the coffee in?”

“The only thing I am interested in now is milk,” he said lustily, eyeing her milk pots. She felt slight uneasiness about his obvious fixation, but his slightly parted, sensuous lips and the way he was looking at her tits looked very sexy to her. She wanted to please the obsessed boy a little, and she bent down to pick up the newspaper from the floor.

The pallu of the sari slipped, her low-cut blouse was unable to contain the enormous boobs, and a large portion of the breasts spilled out triumphantly.

Seeing the magnificent view, Shrish’s eyes widened, his lips parted further, and his heart ran a marathon. He drank in the beauty of the firm, creamy boobs and feared that she might stand up again at any time. Thoughtfully, she took a long time to pick up the newspaper and let him enjoy the feast.

As soon as they heard Raj’s footsteps, she straightened herself and put the pallu of her sari back to her shoulder. Raj seemed tired and said he had a headache. Hearing that, Sheela brought pain-killing balm, applied it to his forehead, and began to massage softly. Raj said to Shrish, “She is very good at massage, Shrish; I am sure that my headache will go soon.”

Shrish was still mesmerized with the great view he had seen. He waited till his horny cock subsided from the passionate fury and then went home.

The next day, Shrish also arrived early, immediately after playing tennis. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts; his hairy thighs showed their muscles, and his wet T-shirt outlined his masculine body. “Sheela, I have a terrible headache, and so I have come here from the tennis court instead of going home. Will you put the balm on, please?” he said eagerly.

Sheela looked at the clock and realised there was still half an hour before Raj would be home. She brought the balm, sat on the sofa, and asked him to lie down and put his head on her thighs. His lips became dry, and licking them, he eagerly lay down as she said.

She let her pallu down carelessly, and her magnificent boobs were just a few inches from his lips. Only half covered by the blouse, her breasts stood erect in all their glory. He was enthralled. All he wanted to do was bury his face in them, massage them, knead them, kiss them, and suck the nipples. But he dared not do anything, and to control himself, he closed his eyes.

She took the balm and applied it to his forehead and began to massage softly; he enjoyed her touch. After some time, he slowly opened his eyes only to see the beauty of the tits. He tried to move his head towards the boobs. “No, Shrish, Raj will come home soon,” she said.

“You are torturing me by not showing me them fully, Sheela,” he said frankly.

“OK, but no touching,” she teased him. She had slowly, VERY slowly, unbuttoned the blouse, one by one. He watched eagerly to see all that she was revealing.

When she had undone the button just below her bra, she pulled the sides back and stopped. Her bra was lace, and he could see her large, perfect nipples through the lace. He was entranced. Looking at those breasts, he could see the darker color at the tips. The dark pink nipples. That was where he wanted to be. He stared at the entire expanse of lace-covered flesh. Her bra cup was large enough to cover just above the nipples.