Janet dries her off

Yisel sat in the bathwater for at least half an hour, mesmerized at how good it felt. She hadn't been this relaxed since her attempt at skinny-dipping, and the glorious failure that resulted from it. She tried her best to put that out of her mind. That was hours ago, she said to herself. Hours ago. Wait...

Suddenly she sat up, sloshing the water. "Janet, what time is it?"

"Hm?" The woman seemed lost in her own thoughts. She consulted her wristwatch. "Looks like it's about 6:30. Almost time for dinner."

Yisel couldn't believe how much she'd lost track of time. "Oh my, I need to get home. To my kids."

"Are you sure? I could reheat some dinner for you that I have in my fridge. You must be starving."

The truth was she hadn't eaten in hours. But she'd been away for so long! Yisel stared Janet directly in the eyes. "Janet, I need you to take me home."

Janet appeared somewhat disappointed, but didn't react. "I... understand, hon. Here, let's get you dried off. Stand for me." She selected a yellow towel from a nearby rack.

Yisel stood, the suds and water flowing off of her naked body. Janet whistled. "My, I must say, Yisel, you are absolutely stunning."

Yisel didn't understand why this woman was constantly complimenting her. It made her feel... odd. "Thank you," was all she said, and she accepted the towel. She stepped out onto the bathroom mat. Janet proceeded to rub her body dry with the towel, up and down her nakedness.

"You must feel so much better now that you're clean," Janet mused.

"Yes, and I appreciate everything you've done for me here."

Janet nodded, smiling softly. She looked into Yisel's beautiful brown eyes. "You are lovely..." her voice trailed off, and kissed her full on the mouth. It was a soft kiss, but it was so shocking to Yisel that she felt paralyzed. Yisel could only feel Janet's soft lips on hers. It was an incredibly odd feeling, kissing a woman while standing naked before her. In fact, she didn't entirely hate it.

Still, she pushed Janet away. "Janet!!!" She cried. "What... what are you..."

"I'm sorry," Janet said, wiping her mouth. "I just had to..."

Yisel shook her head. "I should leave," she said.

"I understand," Janet replied, seemingly trying to erase the last few seconds from the room. Now that Yisel's body was dry, she discarded the towel. "Follow me to the bedroom, we'll get you into some nice clothes."

Yisel followed her into a large room with a king-size bed, taupe carpet, and a floor to ceiling window that thankfully had its curtains out. Yisel was quite tired of all these people seeing her at her most ****. To the left of the bed was a large wooden wardrobe.

Janet gestured to the wardrobe. "Go pick out something you like!"

Yisel did, eager to finally be dressed again. She opened a waist-high drawer and found some shorts and a t-shirt. She was so relieved she hardly noticed the sound of a door closing and a lock being secured. Yisel looked up and turned around.

Janet had locked her in the bedroom, and they were alone. "Yisel, don't take this the wrong way, but I can't let you leave yet."