Go next door to where the Indian lady lives...

One of your neighbours is an Indian Lady who seems to be about 45-50 years old. She is fairly attractive for her age, you suppose, and has always been friendly enough whenever you see her. All that you really know about her is from your parents. Apparently her husband died 8 years ago and she has been living alone ever since. Your parents feel sorry for her and always go over for cups of tea with her, but you barely talk to her.

But you may as well see if she's home.

She is. She takes a while to come to the door after you knock but it eventually swings open in front of you.

"Oh, hello John" She smiles warmly as she greets you.

"Hi Mrs. Shandi." You smile back, unsure of what you will say next.

"I'm sorry," She apoligises as she steps back from the doorway,opening the door wider and urging you in. "Please come in."

You walk in under her warm gaze and are surprised by how dim it is inside. The lights in the hallway are all emitting a subdued glow that barely lights up the floor rugs and the tapestries that hang on the walls. Mrs. Shandi is dressed in one of those traditional Indian robes that garbs her entire body. You briefly wonder what they are called...shari's? ....sarongs? .....then give up.

Mrs. Shandi leads you into her living room and talks to you over her shoulder as you follow.

"You do not go to school today John?" She inquires politley in her imperfect english.

"No...I...ahhh" you begin slowly. "I had a few free classes, so I thought I would come and visit you."

"Oh " she smiles again as she sits on an old looking couch. "That's very nice for you to do."

She motions for you to sit in a chair opposite her and you do.

"I never have opportunity to speak with you." She settles back into her chair across from you. Her dark hair is streaked with grey, pulled back in a tight bun. The glow of the dim lights is soft on her skin and her face looks almost smooth and youthful.

"Umm..I have to ask.." you begin uncomfortably. "Why is it so dark in here?"

Mrs. Shandi chuckles softly. "I was about to light  candles and do the yoga.......keep myself living well."

She rises unexpectedly and turns her back to you. She stands afew feet from you, her bare brown feet sunk into the long -haired carpet. Before you can ask what she is doing she bends over in front of you. Her loose robe hides most of her form but you can see her broad buttocks press back against the thin fabric as she bends forwards. With her feet planted at shoulder width you are surprised to see that she has her head down to her knees. Her hair remains tight in it's bun so you can clearly see her nose pres to the inside of her knee as she grasps the backs of her legs.

"Wow," you murmur involuntarily.

"Not bad for one old lady is it?" She grins proudly after rising back up and turning to face you again.

"Wow!" You repeat again, genuinely impressed. "How far down can you go?"

"I will see." She answers as she turns her back to you again. You watch intently as she performs her yoga in the dim lounge room. She hikes up her robe this time, for greater felexibility you assume, holding it just abover her knees. Her body stretshes forward again and her head appears down between her legs again. Her calves are thin and fairly spindly, they may have been pretty sexy back in the day. Her head reaches down to her knees again and you can see her straining this time to push further. Despite her age you can't help but glance at the straining of her wide bottom against her clothes. You are a little surprised to find that you are a getting an erection.