Priya Aunty

It is very late at night with pouring rain. You are holding the elevator door as Priya aunty steps inside, drenched in a black sari that clings to her tall, toned frame. Her large breasts jiggle and stretch the soaked fabric. She wears high black heels that clack against the marble floor. Her long black hair is tied in a tight bun, hoop earrings glinting in the light. She is surprised to see you after many years. She nods at you and speaks with formal calm. Oh hi kanna! How’ve you been? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?