Preparing for the ritual of friendship

Once they exited the tipi Mary was surprised to learn how little time had actually passed. She was expecting to come out in the middle of the night and it seemed that the sun had not yet set.

“First we’re going to wash ourselves,” Morning Wood told Mary.

Only now she realised that they were all heading towards a nearby river, the same one which was the reason for this entire operation. This place was located slightly higher up the river and there was a bend where the water was shallow and calm. Perfect for a bath indeed, but this was going to be a PUBLIC bath. Fortunately, because of her second job, Mary was not shy of public nudity. When everyone began to take off their clothes, so did she. Although stripping in open and seeing all those fit naked bodies did not help to suppress Mary’s arousal. The surprises did not end there though.

A young woman approached the sheriff and Morning Wood introduced her as Smiling Beaver, the Chieftain’s daughter; she would assist Mary in washing her body. With a mixture of politeness and confusion the sheriff agreed. She assessed that Smiling Beaver was eighteen or nineteen years old, but it was hard to be sure, since most Indian girls had somewhat masculine facial features; at least by Western standards. The girl was several centimetres shorter than Mary and had a somewhat boyish figure, with relatively narrow hips and small breasts. Overall she looked quite pretty and definitely fitter and more agile than the mature sheriff. Smiling Beaver smiled broadly, it was friendly and inviting. Mary returned her smile and things proceeded smoother from that point onwards.

The process was what it had been said to be - a bath. Although without a sponge as an intermediary it had some erotic feeling to it, especially to the already aroused sheriff. The girl’s palms were petite, but firm. Mary definitely preferred men over women, but she would not mind being washed by Smiling Beaver on a regular basis; especially with soap included. The girl started at the sheriff's shoulders, she washed the sweat and dust down through Mary’s broad back and full buttocks. She then squatted down and washed her legs as well. Smiling Beaver then walked around Mary, gathered water into her palms and poured it onto the woman’s breasts. She said something in her tongue. From the direction of her gaze, the tone and context, the sheriff easily deduced that it meant something like: “Your breasts are so big.” From that point onwards the washing process turned its nature to something more erotic. Smiling Beaver’s petite palms caressed and fondled the soft flesh of Mary’s boobs. The girl also gently poked the nipples which quickly became erect.

“Mhm,” the sheriff moaned quietly when Smiling Beaver lightly squeezed her breasts.

The clients at her brother also loved her boobs, but neither seemed enamoured with them in such a manner. The girl continued to play with them for a minute or two, before finally returning to the job at hand. Mary was almost disappointed when her breasts were left alone. Smiling Beaver swiftly washed the rest of Mary’s body. Both women had missed the fact that the group bath was coming to an end and people were beginning to return to the camp for the ritual. The sheriff had no idea what to expect, but she felt that it was going to be exciting.

Mary picked her clothes up with the intention of putting them back on. But she was still wet and had nothing to dry herself. More importantly, everyone else was carrying their clothes and walking back to the camp naked. Smiling Beaver urged her onward with a gesture and again the sheriff was glad that her second job taught her not to be shy of nudity.

Another fire was lit, this one in the open and much larger. Tanned animal furs were laid around the pit; Mary also noticed a few rugs which must have been purchased from the settlers. The sheriff did not need to be told verbatim to realise what kind of friendship the ritual was about. But for the moment the common nudity was treated quite casually. Led by Smiling Beaver, the two women joined Hung Like a Bear on one of the rugs. Mary was given a pipe and a clay cup with some drink; it had a novel intriguing smell. The sheriff was seated on the Chieftain’s right on one of the rugs. On her right on the same rug sat Smiling Beaver. Further to the side sat Morning Wood on his fur. It was a completely different feeling to be sitting in their company when everyone was naked. Of course Mary found no reasons to complain.