Let her wash you

You nod your head and meekly mutter “Yes, please.” Although you can often be quite a confident person, talking to new people has sometimes been quite hard for you, since most of your time has been spent alone at home. Having someone else see you naked is also quite embarrassing, as the only person to ever see you in this state has been your Momma. The last time you came to these baths, you were lucky enough to have the whole place to yourself.

Your heart flutters as you untuck your towel and begin to unfurl it. Your tail instinctively curls from around you to cover your intimate area and your cross your arms in front of your chest.

“It’s ok, I won’t bite.” The girl chuckles kneeling down behind the stool and waiting for you to get into position. You gingerly follow her lead, sitting with you back to her and look back at her using the mirror on the wall in front of you.

“If you change your mind at any point, just let me know.” she says, a genuine note of care creeping into her jovial tone.”My name is Maelyn by the way.” She reaches up and grasps a rope dangling near the wall. Pulling on it opens one of the panels in the wall and a water sluice slides out, stopping about a metre above your head. Maelyn reaches out for a second rope. She pulls on this one and a few seconds later you hear trickling sounds coming down the sluice before feeling warm water begin to fall onto your head.

Maelyn reaches around you for the bodywash you placed on the bench in front of you. She lathers it up in her hands for a few seconds before gently scrubbing the centre of your back in circles.

“Do you mind if I ask your name?” She probes, gradually increasing the pressure with which she pushing into your skin.

“I’m Jester.” You reply shyly, enjoying the sensation of someone else touching your exposed skin for the first time. “That feels really good!” You admit, your eyes partially closing in pleasure.

Maelyn lets out a laugh. “Ha! I should hope so, otherwise I would be out of a job here.”

“Wait, are you one of the masseuses? I didn’t pay for a session today!”

“It’s fine, today’s my day off. And I’m doing this because I thought a beautiful girl like yourself deserved to be pampered on her first time here.”

Your face flushes again at her compliment. _“Me? Beautiful?” _You think to yourself, confused. You had heard from some of your Momma’s friends that you had her looks, but nobody had ever outright called you beautiful before. You look down at the ground to hide your face from view.

Maelyn’s hands begin to move down from your back, seemingly finding and undoing every tense knot in their path and leaving a soapy trail in their wake. As her hands reach your hips, they pause, seemingly waiting for you to do something. When you don’t move, they begin to move around to your lightly toned stomach, the warmth radiating from her body now noticeable against your back.

Like before, her hands relieve stress everywhere they touch. Remembering the old gnome saying that the masseuses were all trained by your Momma, you begin to notice the similarity in the way Maelyn’s fingers circle an area, feeling out any tense spots before digging in and spreading them out again. It all feels strangely nostalgic.

Eventually her hands reach the top of your stomach, and like before with your hips, she silently pauses, awaiting any signals from you to stop.