"If you'd be so kind"

An exhausted smile was now clearly visible on Melania's face. You were almost the same height, your eyes naturally looking making contact as you stood there. You watched as the dirt and the blood soaked off her face, revealing the true beauty hidden beneath. The cuts and bruises were still there, they would take some time to heal, but even just the structure of her face was spectacular.

She looked away for a moment and giggled, clearly giving in to the absurdity of the entire situation. She didn't care anymore. With her deep-blue eyes looking into yours, she responds. "If you'd be so kind. I don't think I'll be able to do it myself." she tells you. Her expression was that of gratitude and acceptance.

You nod in response and reach down to hook your fingers into the slim lingerie. Your arms were long enough to reach Melania's hips without having to lean forward, but you wouldn't be able to get them down very far without getting a little closer. You slowly pull them down, your eyes still locked with Melania's, until you reach your limit. You feel the urge to look down and check the small amount of skin you had uncovered, but you resist. Instead you keep looking at Melania's face as you slowly kneel down to get the small piece of fabric further down Melania's slender legs. Melania giggles as you slowly lower yourself further and further down onto one knee.

You're not sure why you decided to play this little game of maintaining eye contact, but when your knee reaches the floor of the shower you're still looking into Melania's eyes. You really have to look up to see her face, which had slowly gotten more and more obstructed by her breasts. You don't mind though. She has wonderfully symmetric breasts, both with a perky nipple pointing straight forward. From your position below her, the shape of them is even more prominent. You can feel the effect the beautiful sight has on your breathing, but you focus on the task at hand.

When you finish pulling down the lingerie to her ankles, Melania places one hand on your head for balance as she lifts her leg. You both try to maintain eye contact, but her foot gets stuck in the underwear. She tries to wriggle her way out of it, but only manages to wriggle herself out of balance. She catches herself on your head and you both giggle. The eye contact had been broken when she lost her balance, so you decide it's probably okay now for you to look down to see what you're doing. Melania lifts her leg again and you easily remove the piece of clothing from her.

After the first foot is freed it's easy enough to also release the second, leaving you with a soaking wet little piece of fabric. You decide to drop it in the corner of the shower for now. With your job completed you stand back up. You're both smiling, but you can see Melania is really struggling with the effects of the exhaustion. Her eyes are unfocused and she's staggering. Your expression must have betrayed your worry because Melania extends a hand, placing it on your chest.

"I'm okay. Don't worry." she reassures you before biting her lip. "Just... can you hold me? Just for a bit." she asks.

You chuckle and extend your arms. Melania sighs and leans forward, allowing herself to lean against your chest. You wrap your arms around Melania's slender form and hold her tightly against you. It was late and you were starting to feel tired as well, but in that moment you felt certain that you'd be able to stand there and hold her like that forever if you had to.

Melania gently placed her head against your chest. "Thank you." she whispers softly.