mean- Will you
stay?”
I hoped he didn’t get the the wrong
impression. I wasn’t about to let him into this spring with me, I
just didn’t want him to go. Thankfully, the understanding smile and
nod he gave me meant I wouldn’t have to explain that
part.
“ Just- Um- Turn around!” I
demanded, waving my hand in a circle.
“ Of course,” he
smiled.
I eyed him cautiously as I began
undressed myself, and as I glanced at the cloak and clothes I was
removing, I suddenly remembered that they weren't mine. Staring at
the back of his blonde head, I quickly realized that after bringing
me to his tent, he must have been the one who cleaned and dressed
me.
Even though I knew he had already seen
me naked and that making him turn around was kind of pointless, he
didn't say a word about it. He just turned and stood there
respectfully, like a real gentleman of the forest, and it brought a
smile to face.
I quickly got myself into the warm
water. It was only about waist high in the deepest parts, but it
felt wonderful to finally bathe again. As I continued eying Emoren
to make sure he wasn’t peeking, I crouched down in the water and
covered my breasts.
“ You can turn around...
But only long enough to find a seat!”
As he took a seat on the rock with my
pile of clothes, he flashed me a playful smile that let me know how
silly he thought I was. It was a smile that said, ‘I’ve already
seen what you’re trying to hide.’ I pursed my lips and scowled back
at him before he turned back around.
Bathing in the spring was unlike any
bath I had ever experienced. I could stretch and float to my
heart's content. Bobbing around like a child, I forgot about
everything as the warmth of the water embraced me.
This must be what Penelope
feels like when she takes a hot bath , I
giggled to myself.
I looked over and saw Emoren just
sitting there quietly as I got way too excited about this bath. I
just stared at him for a few moments. There was just something
about him. From me being helplessly injured, to now bathing naked
behind him, he was the only man that I'd ever been this vulnerable
in front of. He was the first person in my life that I didn't have
to be the Princess of Ashborne with.
Knowing he was too respectful to turn
around without permission, I floated up only a few feet behind him,
where the water was a bit more shallow. He didn't say anything, but
he knew I was there.
As I stared at him from behind, I
slowly stood upright. The sound of the water cascading off my body
was unmistakable. It made sure he knew I was standing naked just
behind him. This was the closest I had ever been to a man like
this, naked as I was.
Standing there, never taking my eyes
off his statuesque frame, I reached down, cupped some water in my
hands, and poured it over my bare chest so that he could hear it
cascading off - like I was daring him to turn around. Then, I did
it again, and again.
I felt vulnerable, excited, nervous,
desirous, and anxious all at once. The racing in my heart before
was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. As I went over
every inch of his lean, muscular body with my eyes, with the gentle
breeze caressing my wet, naked body, it felt as though my heart was
going to leap from my chest at any moment, and it was impossible to
mask the shallow, unsteady gasps that were escaping from my excited
lips.
I had no idea what I was
doing, and I loved it. I could tell by his tensed muscles and the
subtle squirming he was trying to hide, that he was just as excited
by this as I was and that he wanted desperately to turn around. I
knew he wanted to touch me, and that turned me on even more. I felt
as though I was standing on the edge of a cliff that I couldn't see
the bottom of, and all I had to do was take one step and I would
soar. Just one step forward…
I giggled softly at the torture I was
putting us both through as I crouched back down into the water. As
I floated myself out to the deeper parts of the spring, I could
stay?”
I hoped he didn’t get the the wrong
impression. I wasn’t about to let him into this spring with me, I
just didn’t want him to go. Thankfully, the understanding smile and
nod he gave me meant I wouldn’t have to explain that
part.
“ Just- Um- Turn around!” I
demanded, waving my hand in a circle.
“ Of course,” he
smiled.
I eyed him cautiously as I began
undressed myself, and as I glanced at the cloak and clothes I was
removing, I suddenly remembered that they weren't mine. Staring at
the back of his blonde head, I quickly realized that after bringing
me to his tent, he must have been the one who cleaned and dressed
me.
Even though I knew he had already seen
me naked and that making him turn around was kind of pointless, he
didn't say a word about it. He just turned and stood there
respectfully, like a real gentleman of the forest, and it brought a
smile to face.
I quickly got myself into the warm
water. It was only about waist high in the deepest parts, but it
felt wonderful to finally bathe again. As I continued eying Emoren
to make sure he wasn’t peeking, I crouched down in the water and
covered my breasts.
“ You can turn around...
But only long enough to find a seat!”
As he took a seat on the rock with my
pile of clothes, he flashed me a playful smile that let me know how
silly he thought I was. It was a smile that said, ‘I’ve already
seen what you’re trying to hide.’ I pursed my lips and scowled back
at him before he turned back around.
Bathing in the spring was unlike any
bath I had ever experienced. I could stretch and float to my
heart's content. Bobbing around like a child, I forgot about
everything as the warmth of the water embraced me.
This must be what Penelope
feels like when she takes a hot bath , I
giggled to myself.
I looked over and saw Emoren just
sitting there quietly as I got way too excited about this bath. I
just stared at him for a few moments. There was just something
about him. From me being helplessly injured, to now bathing naked
behind him, he was the only man that I'd ever been this vulnerable
in front of. He was the first person in my life that I didn't have
to be the Princess of Ashborne with.
Knowing he was too respectful to turn
around without permission, I floated up only a few feet behind him,
where the water was a bit more shallow. He didn't say anything, but
he knew I was there.
As I stared at him from behind, I
slowly stood upright. The sound of the water cascading off my body
was unmistakable. It made sure he knew I was standing naked just
behind him. This was the closest I had ever been to a man like
this, naked as I was.
Standing there, never taking my eyes
off his statuesque frame, I reached down, cupped some water in my
hands, and poured it over my bare chest so that he could hear it
cascading off - like I was daring him to turn around. Then, I did
it again, and again.
I felt vulnerable, excited, nervous,
desirous, and anxious all at once. The racing in my heart before
was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. As I went over
every inch of his lean, muscular body with my eyes, with the gentle
breeze caressing my wet, naked body, it felt as though my heart was
going to leap from my chest at any moment, and it was impossible to
mask the shallow, unsteady gasps that were escaping from my excited
lips.
I had no idea what I was
doing, and I loved it. I could tell by his tensed muscles and the
subtle squirming he was trying to hide, that he was just as excited
by this as I was and that he wanted desperately to turn around. I
knew he wanted to touch me, and that turned me on even more. I felt
as though I was standing on the edge of a cliff that I couldn't see
the bottom of, and all I had to do was take one step and I would
soar. Just one step forward…
I giggled softly at the torture I was
putting us both through as I crouched back down into the water. As
I floated myself out to the deeper parts of the spring, I could
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