"Mnn..." Natasha's eyes flutter with heated breath peppering against my pecs. Those blue eyes refocus as she gives me a mellowed smile. "Sure..." She'd confirm with a drowsy yawn.
Assisting her to the bathroom, just a few steps away, is no problem. Not getting hard is.
Being pressed up to the professor's soft, pliable body that jiggles at every move and sway is difficult not to get aroused by, considering they're from a woman you just railed. Her sweat is warm and sticky like melted candy with a citrusy aftertaste that spikes the back of your brain.
"Silly..." Natasha would giggle as she seized my length with a firm yet teasing grip. "Why are you getting hard again?" Her nose and lips attack the side of my neck with licks and kisses like a cat.
"I, uh..." Chills. Tingles run through my skin like static electricity. My knees grow weaker from her slow strokes, using our combined residue as lubricant. "You're too sexy." No other words can describe her right now. Pure honesty left my lips. It did earn me a giggle and more body weight being pressed against me.
"How am I supposed to take a peaceful shower when this is distracting me?" Her breath against the back of my ear made me quiver, leaving my hand to grip onto the closest thing possible: her ass cheeks. These incredibly kneadable pieces of fat that aren't made of dough. Considering the meatiness that sinks between my fingers, they might as well be.
"I'll use this to scrub and clean your insides..." I'd whisper back, which gives me a playful slap across the pecs as we enter the bathroom. Yes, she continues to drag me by the dick now.
To my surprise, this bathroom is wide enough to have the toilet away from the shower and the giant bathtub. It looks large enough to comfortably accommodate more than one person, while the shower has glass walls to prevent spillage. The sink extends from one part of the wall across the other with a mirror that reflects the entire room.
Toiletries are also filled and complete, from shampoos to conditioners, liquid to bar soaps for men and women. Lorette probably hires maids to help prepare these rooms beforehand. Color-coded towels lie folded and scented: blue for men, pink for women. Simple and easy to recognize.
How come she fashions these like hotel rooms when the other three stay here frequently? Maybe it's her way of showing gratitude from a cleanliness aspect.
My line of thought gets blown away as Natasha bends forward over the tub, turning on the tap to show steaming water being poured down. I didn't see any of that. All I saw was her lips glistening with our mixed liquid streaking down her inner thighs. My fire is stoked once more.
Parking right behind her, I slide my ten inches between those thighs, feeling warmth and pressure peel back some of the skin on my rod.
"Mmnh~! Naughty boy..." Natasha relaxes her back, her long blonde hair over her shoulders, eyeing me with a hazy smile. She'd shake her rear, jostling my curved erection around her meatier bits, pressed against her navel and stomach.
"How about you start on the outside... and work your way in, hmmm~?" She'd say, straightening up and unsheathing me out of her plush hold, before taking me towards the shower area.
If I don't think with my penis, she means to wash her body first. If I do, I thought she'd want another round of that erotic intercrural "sex" we had earlier.
Seeing her long hair covering her areolae like a swimsuit feels forbidden. I can only describe it as a natural "goddess" cosplay, as you stumbled upon a magical elf taking a bath by the basin of a waterfall, but instead of being thin or slim, she's thicker than a bowl of oatmeal full of fruit toppings.
I glance at the heater above our heads beside the shower faucet, turning the dial halfway down one red bar from the middle. My gaze ends up holding hers, who seems to be staring at me idly, before giving me a peck on the lips and retreating with a bashful smile after.
Out of any action she's done currently, that fried my brain singlehandedly.
"Sorry- you looked so cute trying to reach for something above my head..." Natasha adds, leaning against my chest.
"Thanks, you too." What a great reply, dumbass.
I turn the knob to switch it from the faucet to the showerhead. Cold, chilly water pours out first, slowly warming up as it goes on.
"Ahhh..." We'd sigh together, feeling the stress slowly melt away. My muscles slowly loosen from their prolonged tense state, relief rushing in to fill the gaps. Feeling the warm water run through my hair is refreshing.
Natasha slowly pulls away from me, turning around to reach for the shampoo. She'd hand me a bottle of pink solution with pretty packaging featuring lotus-esque flowers. "Help me with my hair, dear~"
If there was any man who could get used to being called "dear", I'm pretty sure they're taking it for granted.
Taking a handful of the pink shampoo and sudding it in my hands, I work from top to bottom. Starting from her scalp, I massage it in scratching and circular movements like how I would do my own hair.
"Oooh... that feels nice, Jona...~" Natasha shivers under my touch, putting her hands on the wall for some stability as I work down her hair. I comb her strands in batches and make sure not miss a single spot. Her hair stops around just above her tailbone when it's wet.
"There, done." I'd say, rinsing my hands with water, only to be met with her turned around to face me with a pair of sud-covered hands and a cheeky grin.
"My tuuurn~" She'd sing-song, pulling my face down so she could reach my hair. I'd be locking gazes with her gigantic, swinging pendulums while my scalp gets massaged with a gentler touch than I'm used to. Shivers run down my spine as comfort intermingles with the relaxation of hot water, making my knees buckle under this maternal ministration.
"Ugh..." A sigh of relief ekes out of me. It almost makes me forget about what happened a few minutes earlier...
Before fatigue takes me, I shake my head like a wet dog drying and tower over Natasha.
"J-Jona...? You okay?" Her form crumples, arms in front of her chest, curled from surprise. Widened blue eyes blink at me.
"I can't help it, Miss Nat..." My voice drops to a low, rough octave as I spin her around, bending her forward.
"O-oh...!" Initial resistance stiffens her body, but melts away after. Her meaty rear and blonde hair present themselves to me in glistening glory. My dick is sandwiched between such large buns that sincerely make watermelons look small, but I wasn't focused on that. I aim her soapy hair against the water, washing it all away as I comb it through my hands.
"There we go... you're all washed as well." A small smile escapes me. Returning a nice favor with the same. But when Natasha turns around, I see a crease in her brow, puffed cheeks, and a slap on my pecs.
"Dummy..." She'd whisper. "...Let's go to the tub so we can wash each other!" Before hopping out of the shower, all rejuvenated. Did I do something wrong?
I see her adding something teal-colored into the tub before hearing it sizzle. A cloudy, pleasant, almost minty smell wafts out after.
"How is it? Smells great, right? I added a bath bomb!" Her joy is infectious. Her arms are curled in front of her again, but this time, out of happiness, seeing bubbles pop in a chemical reaction for seeing clear water turn colored and scented.
"It smells minty and flowery, I don't mind it." I gave her a sincere comment, and got my hand pulled in to step inside with her. The entire tub feels spacious. I saw it earlier from afar, but being this close, you can genuinely fit at least three people of Natasha's... heartiness, as I would describe it, inside this thing.
"It dissolves fast and works quickly," she says, slowly lowering herself into the tub, "I use it at night on long work days, it helps me sleep better at night."
"Being a professor must be tough." Especially with how beautiful she is. Without any words, she puts her back on my chest.
"Getting harassed isn't on my job description, you know?" She'd eke out a long sigh, leaning her head on my left shoulder. The scents of the shampoo and the tingling mint of the bath bomb are worming into my brain.
"Especially since these aren't easy to hide..." I bring my hands to palm her breasts, letting them float across the warm water's surface. They even bounce and buoy like jelly too... Such a sight for sore eyes.
"You have such nice hands, Jona... could you massage my shoulders...?"