As I entered the bathroom, I was greeted by my auntee standing in a traditional attire, her sarong clinging to her curves. The steam from the bath filled the room, making her look even more alluring. Without a word, she motioned for me to join her in the tub. I hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her eyes was unmistakable. Slowly, I removed my clothes and stepped into the warm water with her. Our bodies touched, sending shivers down my spine. The romance without cloth was intoxicating as we embraced in the water, lost in the moment of sensual pleasure. It was a forbidden love, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.
