Soap, strangulation and a whole lotta ass

I don't know how two people can be so close physically yet so far. Our hands still entwined, we used our fingers to say what our mouths couldn't. Her slender calloused fingers slid, tangled and played over mine, while I also tried to fondle back. I don't think it was as elegant as hers. It felt kinda weird but I was nervous as shit and this “wrestling” of ours helped lessen the tension a bit.

And it was weirdly arousing, as we played with our fingers together. Our skin started to sweat and it created a unique feeling on my hands combined with the heat that was coming from her. It felt like our hands were having sex!

Mind you we were still not making eye contact through this, and at this moment I did not see the bizarreness of the situation. I could only feel and hear my heartbeat starting to pick up and her breath quickening next to me. Holy hell, this was awesome.

I could do this fo-

We both flinched as a door slammed, I think it was Harold leaving. That was like pouring a bucket of cold water over our heads. We made a brief touch of eye contact before we both looked away, our now clammy hands held against each other's now felt weird and it felt a little like post nut clarity.

We once again fell back into that heavy silence between us, our hands still somehow together like someone had forced glue onto them.

Since I couldn't look at her I decided to take note of my surroundings. Hmmm… The staircase we had climbed on to come here is actually quite well maintained, the wood was a light brown colour with those circles in the on it that showed it was authentic wood. I didn't know if fake wood even existed but whatever. I wasn't a wood expert.

The doors too were… ummm pretty cool. Also wooden with a blurry glass window and a space for the sign underneath. It was exactly what I imagined when I was thinking of an authentic college door.

Let's see…

Maybe let's check out the ceiling, aha! Also wooden. I'm not surprised because-

Ahh fuck!

Who am I kidding? I can't even focus nor pretend she's not here. I risked a glance towards her and she was thankfully looking away. She was shuffling from side to side and would occasionally look at the ground between her feet or press her foot down to the ground, twisting it from side to side. The way she played with her feet was really adorable!

I could see the side of her face too with her looking away, and the way her brown hair was framed and the downwards droopy look of her face, made her look so pathetically cute. This girl was going to kill me.

I had to say something, I couldn't die inside!

“Umm… soooo…. erhhh,” I stuttered out.

She quickly glanced at me hearing my voice, those big brown eyes giving me their undivided attention. I felt my heart skip a beat and a hot stone lodge in my throat.

“You errhh… don't have to… a-actually wash each other…”

“I-it's okay if we just did it separately, I think or I-i hope he was joking. Heh,” That felt like the longest sentence I had ever made in my life.

I watched her face, waiting to see the relieved expression as she realized that she wouldn't be forced to do anything she was uncomfortable with.

But surprisingly I saw her frown and mumble something under her breath I couldn't quite catch. She took a deep breath and not making eye contact she tightened her grip on our sweat slicked palms. Then proceeded to push open the staff shower door and pull me inside.

I was met with a clean white bath room, about three big shower stalls were lined up on one side. Multiple washbasins lined the other side, with some personal lockers that had a few padlocks clipped on, on another side. Complete with a wooden bench with slits in the middle.

It was quite nice here, honestly this whole school constantly surprised me. It could look quite shabby at times but when you actually experienced it was way more well maintained. A lot of public showers I went to, you would even be quite afraid to step on them with your bare feet but this one was pristine and even had a fresh lemony scent wafting through it.

The girl placed “our” toiletry bag on the long wooden bench. Hmm… it was a blue with little white stripes and was it made of-

At the edge of my vision I saw the girl grip the bottom of her T-shirt and pull it right above her head, exposing her upper body!

I looked at her with a flabbergasted expression. My eyes were probably bulging out of their sockets right now. And obviously my gaze settled on only one possible area.

Her breasts were tiny and cute as buttons, I never noticed them up until now. Which now that I think about it, was a sign of their subtle presence. I could already feel my mouth water though, I longed to place my mouth on those bite sized snacks and just suck.

A gentleman should have immediately told her to put her clothes back on or turned away in respect but all such thoughts were pushed to the back of my head right now and I could just stare blankly ahead.

The resolute look she had on her face crumbled a bit with shyness as she met my gaze. She coyly covered them with her hands in an attempt to reduce the pressure but that only caused my gaze to go lower.

Her belly was smooth and flat, not quite as muscular as Victoria's but looked like someone who kept a little in shape and or maybe watched her diet, nothing too extreme but pretty nice. I especially enjoyed watching the rising and falling of it as she breathed.

While I was focusing there I saw her corduroys slowly lowering, she was taking off her pants too!?!

I was seeing the gates of heaven slowly reveal before me. As it went down, the shock in my heart only grew. They weren't going down easily, in fact after moving past her waist they slowly started bulging at the opening, not moving an inch. They were being obstructed by an obstacle.

And that obstacle was her hips and ass, they were disproportionately massive. The girl was one of those ones with a rare pear shaped body type!

Slender at the top but as you went down the voluptuousness increased exponentially. The contrast was driving my mind crazy.

After a seconds of tugging, this time she was forced to use her other hand to finally pull the rest down. She sighed as she piled them on top of the bench.

“Always takes fucking forever…” She mumbled under her breath.

She raised her upper body to look at me now, bare feet shuffling right to left. I didn't even notice her removing her shoes. She waited there in silence, her eyes searching for something in mine.

I watched a smile grow on her face.

She turned around, leaving me to watch behind her as plain white panties struggling to hold against two divine pieces of flesh.

Stepping nimbly towards the shower, she got in. Then a few seconds later she peeked outside and raised something she was holding in her hand, those same undergarments she was wearing.

Waving them slightly like a flag of surrender she threw them, and I watched them accurately land on her pile of clothes.

That was an invitation! Right?

Even if it wasn't and I was being ungentlemanly. It was better to try your luck, I quickly threw off my cumbersome clothes and dashed into the stall she went in, already hearing the water turn on.

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Hehe who would've imagined?

That after fighting some super scary vampire’s slave.

And being tortured.

And so many things that had happened.

That I would be having my back washed by a naked girl.

Definitely not me.

The way her dextrous fingers ran through my back, pressing slightly into the muscle to loosen it up. I winced in pain. It was painful but in a way that left me feeling lighter.

When she would have to wash a particular higher spot she would have to hug herself closer to my torso and tiptoe up. Those cute sounds she made combined with the feel of her nipples, made me feel like a king.

I had long gotten hard, with the front of my boxers tenting. It wasn't an overly large tent but what mattered was that I was hard.

“Turn around please,” I heard a soft voice speak.

With a fluttering heart, I did. Facing her.

Her eyes widened a little, seeing my boxers like that but she quickly composed herself. She continued washing me, lowering herself a little to do my legs now. I was honestly too embarrassed to ask her to stop at this point.

This had long past aroused and reached levels of making me uncomfortable with the care I was receiving.

And up she went, skipping over my crotch area and washing my upper body. Lathering my chest and other areas with soap and using the shower head to rinse me off.

I watched her from above, seeing her professional and warm attitude to keeping me clean.

And she was done, taking a moment to make sure I was up to her standards, she looked at me. I was honestly embarrassed, it's not like my body was anything to look at or admire.

She nodded, and picked up the rag. “I'm going now to clean up myself. Just give me a few minutes, Master”

She moved to leave.

And I grabbed her arm as she had just brushed open the shower curtain.

“Why?”

“Why what Master?” She didn't look at me.

“Why aren't you letting me wash you?” my voice had a hint of anger I couldn't stop from releasing.

“Isn't it obvious? I know you don't want to” Her voice was neutral and calm, but even I could sense a hint of sorrow in there.

I pulled her inside, harder than I would've liked. I pushed her against the wall of the shower.

“Explain yourself now,” Where did she get this nonsense?

She didn't seem afraid and still nonchalantly looked at me.

“Don't you remember what I did to Toucan? I saw how you looked at me”

“You were disgusted with me, Master. I'm a filthy girl”

It replayed in my head, sharper and clearer than most movies. The metal shovel, as it cleaved through flesh, crushing bone digging deep into what was once someone.

His rainbow hair, wet and stained with blood and brain.

My stomach twisted as I looked at her, I could still see her face. That plain face twisted with a hateful sneer.

Those cold hands gripped at my throat, making my blood burn with righteous anger. Someone had died so needlessly, we had already beaten him. Was it really necessary to kill him like a fucking animal?

It was only minutes away from Harold arriving too!

We could have, we could have…

But then this bitch!

This murderous fucking scum!

I opened my eyes to see my hands gripping her throat, my hands are larger than I realise. They fit easily around her neck and she feels way smaller. Weaker. I could do it!

And I know it would be so easy.

But that look!

That look she's giving me.

It's like she's okay with it, and why is she looking at me with so much affection?

So much love…

My hands slip off and I instead place them on the wall above her. I couldn't do it.

Was I becoming like dad?

That thought broke me and I felt tears flow down my face. I would never!

Even if I was horrified of her, I also fucking adored her and I would ensure she was taken care of.

I sniffled a bit, "I'm sorry!”

“I'm sorry, let me wash you okay?”

Still looking up at me with a cute face, she nodded.

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My god, this was scary as hell.

She was so short and she felt so fragile!

Everytime I would press on somewhere my fingers would just sink in her soft flesh. It was totally different from washing myself.

I didn't know where to hold that wasn't sexual, everything was so arousing to me.

It wasn't helped by those sounds she was making.

“Would you stop that?!”

“You're making this even harder…” I whispered, this was the toughest battle I had fought.

“I can't help it, Master…”

“Plus you're not even washing me properly, you're avoiding other places…” She pouted.

I flinched and clenched my teeth, she was right. I was being a coward, I said I'll wash her and I would.

With trembling hands, I reached forward and palmed her pretty little tits. She immediately gasped and bit her bottom lip a little. My man downstairs immediately roused to full attention and brushed her thigh.

We both looked down at him but said nothing. I continued my ministrations, I had to ensure she was clean.

“Mhmm… fuck,” she gasped out. I didn't expect a swear to come out of that pretty little mouth.

Finishing my scrubbing with a light touch on her nipples that had gotten stiff.

I decided to stop there, this was simply too arousing for both of us.

To the final location, her thighs and buttocks. Those two areas had their own gravity that pulled in my gaze.

I slapped a soapy palm into each ass cheek.

“Ahhhnn!!!” She moaned and leaned forward burying her head on my chest and laying her hands on me for support.

What a terrible decision.

That left those cheeks undefended. I grabbed the body wash and squeezed a liberal amount more and simply lathered as much as I could onto any exposed flesh I could get my hands on.

The feel of it under my palm and fingers was simply indescribable, the pain in my left hand was soon forgotten.

I felt and experimented,

Squeezed and groped.

Molested and cleansed all at the same time.

The only thing she did was take it, simply whining and moaning into my chest. I could occasionally hear her.

“Oooh”

“Ahhh”

“fuhh mastahhh!”

I couldn't take any more and neither could my cock.

“Take it out!”

“Huh?” She asked in a bleary and confused voice.

I gave her behind a hard soapy smack, I have no idea where this dominance came from.

“Pull out my cock now!”

She was silent for a moment, before I felt a damp hand sneak into my boxers and grab a hold of my member.

She used her other hand to pull down my underwear and thus freed it for all to see.

Though I was still in my lust induced haze, I could still feel a spike of cold anxiety. This was actually the first time a girl saw my thing, would she be disappointed?

I waited with baited breath, looking down at her for any reaction.

She simply stroked it a little, silently just fondling it. After a few moments she turned her head up to face me.

“What should I do with it, Master?”

It pulsed in excitement, jumping slightly in her hands. This woman was driving me crazy.

I said nothing, palming a cheek in each hand, I spread her legs slightly and pushed my meat in between her legs.

Then I forcefully pushed her meaty thighs together, trapping my cock in the heavenly embrace of those thighs. My cock twitched sporadically, touching the outside of her sex.

And I started to thrust. I wasn't going to give her any mercy. She knew what she was doing and she would have to pay the price of being this sexy.

I gripped her behind and pounded like a man possessed. She trembled all over and fell onto my chest once more, surrendering to the pleasure we were both experiencing.

My dick was just grazing on the outside of her pussy but it was already far more stimulating to the both that I could feel both of our bodies shaking with lust.

The clapping sounds resonating in that shower stall, I swear the wetness of our bodies only served to make those sounds even louder. I felt her hot breath on my chest stirring my feelings up and her hands hugging me tight.

I couldn't last long and neither could she. I could only make sure we finished in the best way possible.

“Look at me…”

“I need you to look at me when we finish”

She shook her head, her hair tickling my chest. She was mumbling something.

I got angry, who was she to hide her beautiful face from me?!

I removed one hand from her ass and gripped her little chin forcing her to look up at me.

That was the finishing move

I saw stars as I grunted and released, painting the inside of her thighs and she was twitching and whimpering with one eye open. We probably looked ridiculous if anyone were to see us at that moment.

I didn't care, because I had her in my arms.