FK Day 11 - Wait

Finally, you see a figure on the path. Amelie has a big, black umbrella, and she looks effortlessly elegant as she strolls toward her cabin. She’s wearing her usual yoga pants and a cute top, but carrying a huge duffel bag. What’s that about? Actually, you know… she’s obviously super rich. Everything she owns is fancy as hell. Why’s she staying on FUTA campus in this cabin instead of in a penthouse in the city? Hmm.

You stand up as she approaches, still all wet and a total mess.

She doesn’t look surprised to see you, and she doesn’t say anything. She just stops with the rain pattering on her umbrella, looking at you expectantly.

You didn’t come for advice. That would be failing Elena’s test, but you aren’t doing this for her. You decided to being like Julieta to see how it feels. Honesty.

“I wanted to see you,” you say.

She takes that in, then looks around as though to make sure you haven’t been seen. She offers you the umbrella.

Right. Her hands are full. You take it as she unlocks the door and opens it for you. In a second you’re both inside, where it’s much more comfortable. The rain drums on the roof. The room smells like delicate, French perfume, but you smell like rainwater and sweat from your run. You’re self-conscious about that when she’s so glamorous, but beggars can’t be choosers.

She puts her baggage down and turns on a lamp before firmly pulling you into the bathroom, where she pulls on your shirt. You get the message and take off your clothes, surprised by how… businesslike she is being. But in seconds you’re naked. She turns on the shower, and you get in.

She closes the curtain. Um. Looks like you need to clean up. That’s… fair. Amelie’s a classy lady, so the least you can do is smell good. The little shelf in the shower is full of bottles that probably cost as much as your house.

Suddenly Amelie joins you, now naked. This tiny cabin’s shower is not made for two, so it’s very crowded. You’re up against her soft, bountiful chest and… it’s overwhelming.

But Amelie isn’t planning anything horny. She puts body wash on a sponge and starts to wash you. Your body first, then your hair with shampoo first and conditioner second. You stand there, unsure what to do, heart racing, and achingly hard. You hope she doesn’t notice all the precum swirling around the drain, or that some of the moisture on your thighs isn’t water. You’re probably blushing all over your body. Her hands are soft, but everything she does is brisk and firm. There’s no teasing, and nothing sensual about her touch… not that it makes it any less of a turn on.

Once she’s satisfied that you’re clean, she rinses you off with the detachable head, then almost pushes you out of the shower. You reach for a towel, but she stops you and does it for you.

You stand in front of the mirror, forced to stare at your naked body as she vigorously dries your hair.

Once you’re both dry, she leaves the bathroom, and you almost pass out at the sight of her from behind with no clothes on. You feel like if she breathes on you, you’ll just swoon.

She sits in the armchair by the lamp and beckons you over.