The Countess

As you feel her hand on yours, you look up and lock eyes with the Countess. You had not expected to see her so soon or in such state. The towel draped across her shoulders only serves to highlight the toned definition of her muscles. Before you know, a smile plays across her face.

Oh ... someone is already rising to the occasion is he?

You blush hard as you realize just how close she is and how ready you are. All the composure you felt in the steam, the utter calmness that embraced you, vanished in mere seconds as her toned form taunts you with its proximity. She leans in close and whispers to you “You know ... I don't bite dear, at least not that hard” she flashes her teeth at you and bites the air in front of your face, causing you to flinch a bit. Then she runs her hand over your legs feeling the tensed muscles in your thighs.

“Oh my dear... I thought the bathhouse might ease some of your tension, but clearly, it has not, let me help” Her hands run the whole length of your leg exerting soft pressure as she eases the tense muscles there, and then she strokes your inner thighs before taking hold of your shaft. “Oh yes..you're all nerves, my dear, let's sort that out and then see about having some fun”