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This is a true incident that occurred to me while I was growing up. I grew up in Chennai while my grand mother lived in Bangalore. Each summer vacation we went to Bangalore to my grand mother’s house for a couple of months. Usually, this was a boring trip as I would have to leave all my friends for two months and there was nobody in my grand mother’s place of my age. However, I was 10 or 12 years old when my grand mother took on a live in servant girl called Jaya. Jaya was maybe a year older than I was at the time. She was the grand daughter of the actual maid who came every day to clean my grand mother’s house. My grand mother kept the girl more for the sake of company than anything else. However, Jaya did do some minor chores around the house. So, each summer, Jaya would be my play mate in Bangalore and we had lots of fun together. After I entered 10th std, I stopped going to my Grand Mother’s place for a few years because I became busy with my studies. So, I was 18 before I went back to Bangalore. I had just been admitted into a good engineering college in Chennai and had two months to enjoy before classes started in the college. This time, I went by myself as my mother had to stay back to be with my sister who had her college semester exams going on. I was looking forward to meeting my dear playmate in Bangalore after such a long time. During this time, I had grown to reach my full adult height. I was wondering how Jaya would look after all these years. I was pleasantly shocked to see that she had blossomed into a gorgeous woman! Unlike most servants Jaya had a very fair complexion. She had beautiful cat eyes and nice long hair. She kept herself very well groomed and had refined manners like a true lady, a direct result of my grand mother’s training. Most amazing was her figure. I was old enough to observe such things about women, and believe me, she had a perfect hour glass figure with large breasts that stood up like proud twin peaks. When I saw her last time she was still a young girl wearing skirts and shirts all the time. Now that she had grown into a young woman, she was wearing a half saree. A half saree is still quite popular among teenage girls in rural south India. It has a blouse and petticoat like in a regular saree. But, the actual garment that wraps around the body is much shorter than a saree, hence the term half-Saree.
I still remember vividly that Jaya was wearing a white transparent half Saree that day with a navy blue blouse and petticoat. The blouse must have been stitched when she was younger with a smaller bust line because it barely managed to prevent her boobs from spilling out. She also did not seem to have a bra underneath the blouse. Of course, she did not need anything to hold up her breasts as they seemed to be firm enough to stand up without any kind of support. While I was ogling this vision of womanly beauty with open mouthed disbelief she was checking out the physical changes in me from downcast eyes. Anyway, the moment passed and we acknowledged each other with a friendly but reserved smiles.Over the next few days we got re-acquainted with each other. Al though we were not children anymore, we still were able to capture a lot of the old friendship back. We started playing carrom in the afternoons when my grandmother took her long afternoon nap and Jaya did not have any chores to do at that time. I enjoyed this time with her because nobody disturbed us for that 2 hour period every day. I would not lose an opportunity to sneak a peek at her chest. She would always wear half-sarees and many times I would get a glimpse at the deep valley between her breasts when she bent down to strike a coin. Soon, we were betting on who could sink a coin into the hole, etc. The initial bets were innocent such enough. But, after a few days I got bold and this one time I dared her to drop her pallu if I won a bet…

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