"Please, sit over here," I said, guiding her to the chair in the washing area to the left. I turned on the shower to warm the seat and prepared the space.
I discreetly adjusted my growing excitement with my left hand, pressing it down to hide it from view.
"Okay!" Misago replied quickly and sat down on the chair as directed. As she sat, her chest bounced gently, a sight that didn't escape my notice.
(Wow!)
I couldn't help but admire the view internally.
(She's not even trying to hide it.)
My gaze was drawn to the contrast between her smooth, pale skin and the pink tips of her breasts.
(Snap out of it!)
I forced myself to look away, focusing on the task at hand.
"Alright, let's start with your back..."
"Please do!" Misago replied enthusiastically, turning the chair so her back faced me.
(She moves so gracefully...)
I admired her agility while feeling relieved that my gaze was no longer drawn to her chest. I released the tension I had been holding, though my body still reacted instinctively. Ignoring the urge, I lathered up some body soap in my hands.
"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" I asked, placing my soapy hands on her back.
"Ah!" Misago let out a small cry and flinched slightly.
"Was it too cold? Are you alright?" I asked, feeling her skin tremble under my touch.
"I-I'm fine," she replied, her voice slightly strained.
"Alright, I'll continue then."
I began to wash her back, not scrubbing but gently gliding my hands over her smooth skin. In no time, her entire back was covered in suds.
(This feels too easy.)
With no dirt to speak of, the task was over in an instant.
(Maybe I should do the front too?)
"Hands up!" I said, taking her hands and raising them above her head.
"Whoa!" Misago exclaimed, but she didn't resist.
I washed her sides and under her arms, taking extra care to be thorough.
"Mmm..." She let out a soft, sultry moan.
"Now, let me wash your hands," I said, taking her hands in mine and intertwining our fingers as I washed each one carefully.
"What about the front?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
(That was... intense.)
I breathed out, satisfied, and prepared to rinse off the suds.
"...The front too, please," Misago replied, turning to face me with a pleading expression.
"With pleasure," I said, no longer bothering to hide my excitement. I pressed up against her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. My hands roamed over her stomach and up to her breasts, the soft flesh and hardened tips sending shivers of pleasure through both of us.
Our breaths grew ragged, synchronizing as if we were one.
I moved to her legs, starting at her ankles and working my way up. Her legs were toned and smooth, a testament to her active lifestyle. As I reached her inner thighs, I glanced up at her face. Her expression was one of pure desire, begging for more.
(So cute.)
Unable to resist, I leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Her body trembled and then went limp in my arms.
"...Oh dear..."
Misago seemed to have fainted from the intensity of it all.
Meanwhile, I was left with a pressing need that demanded attention. But with Misago unconscious, there was little I could do. I couldn't bring myself to take advantage of her in this state, and I didn't have any protection on hand anyway.
(Ugh, I can't believe this! I'll just have to forget about it for now.)
I rinsed us both off and lifted Misago gently, carrying her out of the bath.
Author note :
Misago is a patient and kind girl, always putting others before herself. In the end, I let her go without pushing things too far.
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