Close the distance; make her comfortable.

While Sasha was no stranger to casual sex, the line between ‘casual’ and ‘loveless’ was getting blurry. It felt wrong to leave things as they were, so he was going to venture into uncharted waters.

The heart of a lovely maiden, rather than just her body.

“If you want, we could wash each others’ backs.”

In a bathing situation, that offered the most neutral contact. Families and kids did it all the time, and even the guarded Kasumi could find no reason to object. She was tense, but didn’t mind him swimming across the vastness of the ocean that was this bath. In fact, her hazelnut eyes tracked the rippling of his muscles, before flicking over to his gleaming automail left arm, and glancing away in recognition.

“I can’t say it sounds bad to have somebody help me for once.”

Their first touch was moderated by a soaking washcloth, so it wasn’t directly skin-to-skin. Still, she felt the warmth of his normal right hand upon her back, the firm touch of a man. Her back tensed up, though unlike other women he’d been with, it didn’t flare into ridges of muscle. Every part of Kasumi Kasugai was purely feminine, all curves and smooth softness, which made her as dangerous as undiluted ****.

Sasha made sure to keep the contact to her back, shoulders, neck, and arms. Just the bit above the water; completely anodyne. When she had been soaped up, and then scrubbed off with a clean washcloth, he dutifully turned around.

The white-haired catboy wasn’t able to observe what she did, only hear the gentle sloshing of bathwater, and then he felt a pair of delicate hands upon him. To his surprise, just bare hands. He felt the long, firm digging of fingernails following the contours of his back, admiring the rock-hard muscle there to be found. He was shapely and athletic more than a brick, but still very clearly all man.

When she finally snapped herself out of natural admiration, Kasumi applied the soap with the palms of her hands, keeping as he had to neutral areas. Though it wasn’t like that brought no sensations; it still felt close to a massage, the way she skillfully ran those practiced hands up and down. Removing knots of his own pressure and anxiety, and imprinting on him some lovely sensations. She traveled up and down his back like she owned the place.

The tingling sensory wonder, combined with their intimacy, got him achingly hard.

He could smell her natural scent just as clearly as the soap, if not more so. His own arousal would be just as clear to her, if her nekomata nose was working at all. His white sopping-wet tail slapping around in the water was probably the biggest clue that his heart was racing and he was having trouble steadying his breath.

What he never expected was to feel her grab hold of that tail, and wash it too.

Or try to; he yelped like a housecat, his ears stood up, and he thrashed in the water, drawing the tinkling chimes of Kasumi’s laughter.

“Hold still, you! I’m not done yet.”

To get him to stop squirming, she hugged him around the waist. Pulling their bodies together, and pressing up intimately against his hard back with the blessed softness of her huge breasts. The warmth of their bodies and the soft contact of wet skin made both of them freeze, and Sasha couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder.

He made eye contact with a very flustered Kasumi, closer than she’d ever been. They gazed into each others’ slit-pupil eyes. “For just a second, I thought…” Then, she broke the stare, glancing away, though her arms didn’t release around his waist. “I guess anyone would be sensitive around the base of their tail.”

The way she was acting was a world away, but however distant and hazy memories got, Kasumi would always remind him of the Major. It was something he could usually stow away, but the truth was, both of them had other people on their mind when they looked at each other. That was no way to have a kid.

He turned on the spot, still held within her loose embrace, until the two of them were facing each other. Now chest-to-chest, and he could see her puffy nipples against him and notice how hard they were getting. She was feeling it; the air in the bath was hot and heavy with feline pheromones. Her face was flushed, and in surprise, she looked back into his eyes, and then down, to where their bodies were already so intimately connected.

She could feel his erection against her flat stomach and narrow girlish waist. In fact, that thick dick almost felt wider, and he was rubbing more than soap now.

Kasumi’s eyes flashed with recognition, feeling now deeper than any words could convey how much Sasha wanted her. How his body responded to her touch, to her beauty and ample, childbearing figure. That was no figure of speech for her; she sincerely believed she was made this way by the goddess to have kids, and it had always been a dream of hers.

Now, fate had brought her a man who could make that dream come true.

She was like a deer in the headlights, neither recoiling and pulling back, or indicating her consent. Just sitting there, as he wrapped his one good arm around her waist, and hugged her tight.

“Kasumi, words are going to be useless. If you don’t want it, now’s the time.”

After having come so far, it was clear she wouldn’t send him home, or refuse outright. However, lines had been crossed in this bath. Limits that seemed so ironclad, yet it was so easy to tiptoe across them. After a married life of smiling and nodding, and insisting things didn’t bother her deep down, of suppressing her own needs and desires for the sake of her love, here was the answer.

Sasha was a bottled storm about to be unleashed on this proper little housewife. Would Kasumi get swept away?