Definitely just a bath.

King kept a hand on Johanna for the entirety of their half-hour trek through the jungle. Often this hand was attached to Johanna’s wrist, gently but insistently pulling her along. At other times, the hand was at her lower back or waist, his firm grip keeping her close to him, ostensibly to keep her from getting lost, but realistically to keep her warm body close to his. And, of course, his hand occasionally moved down to helpfully pull Johanna forward by her ass, or drifted up to palm a breast while keeping her away from an unseen hazard. Johanna had a sneaking suspicion that King’s hands-on approach to guiding her through the jungle was just a pretense to fondle her, but she remained silent and compliant.

Eventually they reached a pool, sparkling and crystal-blue in the morning light, and a loud crack sounded through the clearing as King gave a stinging smack to Johanna’s rear.

“In you go, whore.” Johanna ruffled a bit at being called a whore again, and at being spanked, but she was also glad to have a chance to bathe, so she crept wordlessly to the edge of the pool. She dipped her toe in, first, and found the water perfectly acceptable. Cool, but not cold, and as she held her breath and dropped in feet-first, she found it a pleasant relief from the heat of the jungle. The pool wasn’t especially deep near the edge, though it seemed to slope down towards the center.

King entered the pool next with a practiced dive, and Johanna paused her peaceful examination of the pool to once again examine King’s fit body. As she watched the water trace rivulets along the lines of his musculature, she had to admit that if she had to pick one man to fulfill her sexual needs for the near future, he wasn’t a bad pick.

“What are you looking at, Johanna?” Apparently, King had noticed her shameless gawking, and while Johanna blushed at this, she didn’t avert her gaze. “Ah,” King said, beginning to swim towards her, “You need help bathing, don’t you?” He was close enough now that she could feel the heat of his body radiating through the water, but Johanna still hadn’t moved or responded. She simply smiled at him and nodded, appreciating the implications of his suggestion. “I knew it,” He nodded, “I’ll wash you off first, and then you can do me. Does that sound fair?”

Johanna nodded eagerly, “Most fair, King.”

His terms confirmed, King reached out and dunked Johanna under the water before pulling her back up. She had been unprepared for such a quick start, and coughed up a bit of water before she found herself being pulled into King’s arms. He held her in place against the flat, warm plane of his chest with one arm while the other began to roam, starting in the thick wet locks of her hair. Johanna relaxed against him, enjoying the contrast between the cool, refreshing water around her and the warm, comforting body behind. Once it was clear that she was consigned to his attentions, King released his grip on Johanna in order to begin washing her with two hands. Johanna didn’t bother hiding her pleasurable gasps when his busy fingers passed over a sensitive spot, nor did she try to pull away when he began paying special attention to her breasts.

Leaning her head back against his shoulder, Johanna let out a relaxed sigh as King made sure to eradicate any possible trace of dirt or grime from her breasts. He squeezed, lifted, pinched, and rubbed every inch, clearly very concerned with Johanna’s hygiene. Satisfied, his hands ventured lower, down the firm plane of her abdomen until they reached her hips. Johanna hoped they would continue lower still, but instead King spun her around, so her freshly-cleaned breasts were pressed up against him. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes about his passion for cleanliness, as did the strength with which he began to massage Johanna’s buttocks. He squeezed and groped her cheeks, even going so far as to spread them and experimentally poke at her anus, eliciting a gasp from Johanna. Satisfied, King moved on.

During this entire experience, Johanna and King’s eyes were locked. Johanna couldn’t help but smile, but King kept his stern, focused expression. He took his task very seriously, and as his hands ran up and down Johanna’s back, pressing her body against his, she had to admit that she was satisfied with his methods. Despite his apparent stoicism, however, Johanna couldn’t help but notice a firm, hard reminder beginning to press against her from below. As King seemed to be reaching the end of his cleaning service, Johanna began to wonder just how she should set to work returning the favor...