Actually wash up.

It was weird how Veronica was completely silent after sex. It made sense - the last thing I want to do after a healthy masturbation session is talk to myself. Still, it felt awkward.

I took the soap from her again and began to gently scrub her shoulders. Moving downwards, I gently kneaded her breasts, causing her to purr a little.

"What size are these?" I asked as I scrubbed thoroughly underneath them.

"Still C-cups, just like they've been since I was in high school. God, I'm asking myself some stupid questions today."

I gently lifted her arms to wash along her sides and her back. When I was done, I put them back down and carefully scrubbed the length of each of them, making sure to get between her fingers and inside her elbows. From there, I moved down to the firm, taut flesh of her abdomen.

"I have a really great body," I said. I paused to admire the way her flat belly curved into flared, sensual hips.

"I guess so... I never really think about it that much," she said nonchalantly.

Using a generous portion of soap, I gently dabbed at her womanhood. She moaned quietly as I cleaned her, then I turned her around to work on her backside. Once again I was struck by her proportions. She was very attractive clothed, but now that I saw her nude and was really paying attention, I found myself entranced. After a second, I realized that I was scrubbing her ass over and over and moved down to her legs.

I used long, slow strokes down her thighs, past her knees, and to her calves. She giggled a little and I realized I was tickling her. I finished up with her feet, lifting each in turn to clean her soles and between her toes. Finally I stood facing her.

"Let's see..." I muttered, as though trying to recall something. "What do I use for my face?"

She grabbed a bottle of facial cleanser from the rack. "This, of course."

I poured some into my palm and rubbed my hands together. As I reached out to touch her face, I was struck by how intimate this was. She closed her eyes and a small smile flitted on the edges of her lips. I thoroughly rubbed the solution into her forehead, feeling the skin tight beneath my hands. She sighed as I massaged her temples slowly then made my way to her cheekbones. I massaged her sinuses, her nose, and her septum with the stuff while she remained silent and impassive. Finally, I pressed my hands to her chin and neck and slowly rubbed in a circular motion. Once I was fully done, I once again took her head in my hands and put it under the water to rinse the soap off.

"That felt amazing," I said. I meant it and I knew she would mean it too. She responded with a simple hum of relaxation.