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Icy Discipline 6
🕑 Added 2023-03-25 03:10:14 +0000 UTCI didn’t particularly hurry to rush forward, as the bathroom lock was conveniently broken thanks to Carly’s earlier pointless explosion. Nor I bothered to delay.
Not like I wanted her to undress before I walked on her.
That part was already handled.
When I took a step inside, she was yet to step under the shower, because she was busy looking around herself with an annoyed expression.
I would have loved to blame her for being a snob, but considering even after a year I found the bathroom pointlessly small, it was hardly her fault. Worse, the bathroom was currently a mess after Maria’s long shower.
Just a glance at the careless mess that was left behind, I could tell that Maria was someone who lived with at least half a dozen servants, maids, and other attendants cleaning after her, enough to actually get my attention for a fleeting moment despite the beautiful sight in my field of view.
I wasn’t even exaggerating. The level of the mess she created in the tiny bathroom with almost nothing inside was approaching miraculously.
Yet, as Carly turned toward me, I abandoned that train of thought, making a note to have a talk with Maria about cleaning after herself before dedicating my full attention to the naked blonde whose panic was returning as she realized she wasn’t alone.
“C-can I help you?” she stammered beautifully.
“Yes, you can,” I said as I grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and pulled it free. I paused for a second, letting her devour the sight of my muscular torso. It might be developed more due to my attempts to battle boredom than anything else, but I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy her gaze. “You can share your shower with me.”
“S-share,” she stammered. “Why?”
“Because your friend wasted too much water, and we need to share if we both want to start the day fresh, of course.” Not the greatest explanation, nor the easiest solution. Luckily, she was more interested in the view that was created as I pushed my pants down, her gaze stolen by my naked shaft.
Her shock was palpable, and I let her get locked for a moment, enjoying the silence that followed.
I had my own amazing view to keep me busy.
“I-is this the best solution?” she stammered.
“Of course, I’m a scientist,” I said, unable to keep myself from delivering a jab. “And it’s not good to waste water,” I added as I took a step forward, but not before wrapping my arm around her waist and dragging her along.
She might not be convinced by the idea, but that didn’t prevent her from following my pull obediently, and just like that, I was sharing a shower with one of the greatest models in the world.
The sight of her blushing face was enough to put a big smile on my face, especially when she spoke with a stuttering tone. “Are you sure it’s a good idea…” she said, but when I touched her chin to raise her head, she was quick to abandon her arguments.
It was simply marvelous just how obedient she was being under the shower, especially when I let my expression tighten once more rather than showing my arousal on my face.
My body was handling that part excellently.
When I let her chin go, her gaze fell down, focusing on my midsection. I turned on the water, slowly letting us get damp while rubbing my own body, getting rid of the sweat I worked, and doing my best to act like it was something ordinary.
Though, I made sure to position it in a way to block the shower exit, preventing her from just escaping. She actually had to ask for permission, and to do that, she needed to handle my sharp expression.
Yet, I tried not to escalate too quickly, still remembering her earlier reaction to burst into action the moment I touched her wetness. Instead, I let her soak under the water while she constantly looked down — avoiding my sharp expression and taking note of my erection at the same time.
It was good that she avoided my gaze, because it was hard to maintain that expression while I shared a shower with her, her sexiness growing like a hurricane as her skin got wetter and wetter, making my blood go crazy with growing excitement. I would have certainly failed if I tried to maintain that expression all the way.
I let the silence stretch, broken only by the loud sound of the shower head, too loud to be actually comfortable. I had no doubt that she would have complained about that if she didn’t just receive an attitude adjustment — not to mention being appropriately distracted.
Too distracted, even, I noticed as I shuffled a bit, only to notice her gaze following my erection, almost like hypnotized. It took everything I had to contain my chuckle, amused by just how lost she was getting.
She shivered under my touch, slowly getting more and more distracted.
“Turn back,” I said without a warning as I put my hands on her shoulder, and make her move.
“W-why?” she stammered beautifully under my touch, one that was nothing to do with the potential cold considering the warm water flowing around us.
“I’m going to help you with your back, of course,” I said even as I grabbed the shower gel, but bypassed the loofah and directly poured into my hand, before I started working on her back. “No need to waste the opportunity, right?”I said.
She said nothing, but considering the direct touch, it didn’t take long for me to understand just how tense she was. Yet, it was nothing compared to an earlier encounter, so she allowed it without complaint.
Caressing her elegant shoulders with my soapy hands would have been an amazing experience even if I was back in civilization. Considering I was alone in a scientific outpost for a full year, it was literally one notch below heaven. I suppressed my desire to tease her as my fingers moved along her spine, dipping dangerously close to her beautiful ass.
Still glowing with my latest spanks.
I enjoyed her flinch, yet even as I drove close, I didn’t complete the touch.
I had a different idea in mind, but not for now.
Instead, I let my fingers climb up, cleaning them up for a moment before shifting to shampoo — one that was clearly substandard for her preferences, but she didn’t have the luxury to choose — and slid my fingers through her hair, slowly washing her hair with surprising gentleness, contrasting her earlier punishment.
She said nothing as I made her turn once more, and she leaned against the wall. With her eyes closed to avoid shampoo in her eyes, she had no idea about the view she was giving to me as the bubbles dragged down her body, creating a maddeningly erotic sight.
It took everything I had to keep myself back. I still kept my gaze pinned on her body, giving me amazing eye candy as I continued to work on her. “You can open your eyes now,” I said.
She opened her eyes, only to realize I had already turned my back. “Now, do my back,” I said.
“Sure,” she whispered, but an almost nonexistent delay between that order and her touch showed that she was not particularly unenthusiastic about doing her parts. She replicated me, and bypassed loofah, caressing my back with her hands, her touch beautifully soft as she caressed my muscles tenderly, starting from my shoulders.
Yet, she didn’t stay there, and after working on my back for an extended time, she took a step to get closer, pressing her amazing tits against my back while started caressing my chest. Her fingers soon drifted down to my stomach, spending an inordinate time on my abs, especially the lower parts.
She was clearly trying to gather enough courage to touch a certain part of my anatomy, only to fail. She might have ultimately succeeded if we had a long time, but unfortunately, while I had exaggerated slightly, my excuse about limited hot water was not just an excuse.
So, before she could gather the necessary courage, I turned without a warning, and took a small step forward, enough to press my shaft against her stomach. “W-what are you doing?” she stammered in shock.
“Giving you a chance to work on my front easily while I payback, of course,” I said as get some more gel, and pressed my hands against her breasts, dancing over them. My earlier experience already showed just how sensitive her breasts were, but the assistance of the shower gel, along with my naked shaft pressing against her stomach, was all I needed to push her to the next stage.
I leaned forward, stopping just an inch from her lips before delivering the next part. “Are you saying you have a problem with that?”
“N-no,” she whispered gently, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Completely unnecessary considering we were still in the shower, with hot water blasting over our bodies.
But I appreciated the intent even as I leaned forward, to finally take the step my arousal was begging me.
