A hot soaking...

"Well," Syndie says, "I usually slip into a steamy tub and soak in a lot of bubbles."

You try to erase the picture she conjures up in your mind and focus on the conversation.

"You can..." you gulp, "you can do that."

Your ever-willing dick is starting to perk up more. Despite your best efforts, you can't get the idea of her wet, glossy body half-submerged in suds out of your head.

Syndie looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"I'm afraid to be alone right now," she whispered. You feel sincerely sorry for her, and for a moment your sympathy for her fear overrides your lust for her body. You wrap your arms around her, resting your head on the soft crown of her hair.

"I'm not going anywhere," you say.

"Maybe you could come into the bathroom with me," she mutters into your chest.

"Of course," she quickly adds, "you'd have your back to me. I'd just feel better to have someone nearby."

If you assure her you'll stay on the couch, you can finally jack off while she's in there. But, if you choose to keep her company in the bathroom, you'll be closer to her naked, steamy skin.