The environment of this village is quite peaceful, the weather is pollution-free, and the air and water are sufficiently clean. After staying for two or three days, I have felt the effect of the weather and air on myself. My appearance, youth, and charm seem to have blossomed even more, and my beauty and glow seem to have increased.

Just like most houses in the village, Aunt Neelima's house was quite big, with a courtyard. The toilet was outside the house. There was a big pond with lots of lotuses and water lilies and a lot of fish in it.

I was still shy about bathing in the pond with my bra and panties on, so I decided to take a bath at the corner of the courtyard.

This corner was a makeshift bathroom with a hand pump installed, and it had bamboo structures covered with shawl leaves as walls for privacy. That early morning, I took my time taking a bath. Although there was no door in the improvised bathroom, I decided to bathe naked.

That day, in the morning, after taking a bath, as usual, I wrapped a lady’s towel around myself, covering from my breasts to my hips, and wrapped another towel around my long, curly hair on my head, and entered the room. Then, I closed all the doors and windows of the room and started looking at my reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall.

I took a deep breath. Taking in the fresh air and atmosphere, and at the same time, I could also smell the aroma and fragrance from Aunt Neelima's garden. She used to grow exotic and medicinal herbs in her garden that she would sell to traders every Sunday at the market near the quarry.

I felt quite proud of myself, because since childhood people have said that my physical development is quite advanced compared to my age; hearing those words, I dared to take off the lady's towel wrapped around me and became completely naked, and then I also took off the towel wrapped around my head and let the tresses fall and frame my body.

I started looking at myself and feeling quite proud of myself after seeing my naked form with my loose hair. I was absorbed in my whims when Aunt Neelima suddenly pushed the door open and entered the room, and seeing me in that condition, a broad smile spread across her face.

I became embarrassed and tried to cover my modesty with my hands, but Aunt Nilima, with a gentle smile, said, "It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to be shy in front of me anymore... Since you came here, I have noticed that your beauty, youth, and grace have bloomed considerably, and your charm and glow have increased. Let me see you in your bare state."

A strange mix of feelings washed over me at my aunt's words—shame and pride. Slowly, I lowered my hands, allowing her to see my naked form. My skin looked smooth and radiant, and her eyes widened slightly as her gaze travelled over my body.

Standing before her, feeling the cool breeze against my bare skin, I noticed that her eyes were expressing something more than just admiration. Her smile broadened, and she took a step closer to me, gently placing her hand on the curve of my hip. "You've truly blossomed into a beautiful young woman, Myra," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth beyond simple affection. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I could not quite understand what she was thinking.

"What’s the matter, Aunty?" I asked.

I felt my aunt's hand on my hip, the warmth of her skin seeping into my naked body. I looked into her eyes, searching for the meaning behind her smile and gentle touch. The room felt suddenly warmer, and the air crackled with an unspoken tension that had not been there before.

Just then, Aunt Nilima cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. The suddenness of the gesture took me by surprise, and I froze, my eyes widening in shock. But I think I liked it, because I kissed her back.

Aunt Neelima's eyes lit up with joy and passion at your response, deepening the kiss. Her hands began to wander, gently caressing my shoulders, then sliding down to my waist. Then she gently cupped my breasts and said, "Your breasts are well developed, big, and shapely..."

I blushed and answered, "Yes, Aunty. Thank you."

Aunt Neelima then asked, "I am sure that you’re having your regular periods."

I blushed again, and I answered, "Yes, sure... But they are over for this month."

"How old are you now?" Aunt Neelima asked.

"I am nineteen years old," I replied.

Aunt Neelima’s eyes lit up with joy and passion at your response, deepening the kiss.

I do not know why I was no longer feeling uncomfortable at all in front of Aunt Neelima in spite of the fact that I was completely naked and my hair was all open.

As I was growing up, I was told to 'dress modestly,' and since I had very long hair that reached even below my hips, I was told to always keep my hair combed and tied. However, this seems to be a new experience for me. Aunt Neelima's eyes gleamed with understanding as she nodded. Her hands continued to explore, moving down to my hips and then around to cup my buttocks.

Her touch was surprisingly firm yet gentle, and I felt a thrill of excitement as she pulled me closer. There was definitely something sexual and seductive about her behavior. Her thumbs traced the crease where my thighs met my pelvis, and she whispered, "Your beauty is like a blooming flower, Myra. It is only natural that it draws others in. Now that you are nineteen years old, you are just about ready and ripe enough. There are things you should know and understand. Your mother is a wise woman; that is why she sent you here so that you may trace your roots."

She took a step back, admiring me fully, then reached for the hooks of her own blouse, her eyes never leaving mine as she let it fall to the floor, revealing a figure that belied her age. Her sari fell away next, and she stood before me in all her naked splendor, her body a testament to the years of hard work and the natural vitality of the village life.

She stepped closer again, her bare skin brushing against mine, and took your hands in hers. "Let's explore each other, shall we?" she suggested, her voice low and filled with a newfound hunger. We kissed each other again, this time our tongues intertwined. The taste of her tongue was something that I had never sensed before, but in some way, it is the same as deeply fulfilling.

Aunt Neelima broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Would you do something for me, sweetie?" Her breath was hot against my skin, and her voice a gentle purr. "Would you suckle on these for a while?" she asked, her hand moving to cup her own ample bosom, her eyes never leaving mine.

She waited for an answer, the anticipation in the air growing heavier as she watched my reaction to her bold request.

To be continued.