“That feels nice.”
“I’m glad,” I said with a grin.
“I’d like to wash you too if that’s alright.”
If that was alright? That was more than alright.
“Yeah, I’d…like that.”
Ashley hummed her response and I kept rubbing gentle circles on her skin until all the clay was gone.
I reluctantly took a step back and she sank deeper into the water before she turned back around.
“Thank you. Is it my turn?” She held out her hand for the cloth.
“Yep,” I said with a smile before giving her the washcloth and turning around.
She started at my top right shoulder first and made gentle circles with the cloth like I had done forher.
As she made her way to my other shoulder there were a few spots that must have been dirtier than the others since she rubbed much harder there.
“Oh sorry, does that hurt?” She asked.
“No,” I chuckled. “It would take much more than that to hurt a sirret warrior like me.”
I looked over my shoulder at her and smiled. I’d forgotten for a moment that she’d be naked and half out of the water and sucked in a breath as I took in the sight of her plump breasts and thick waist.
I quickly looked away but could not hide the smile on my face.
Ashley came to my side as she washed my right arm and asked, “Why are you smiling?”
“I caught a glimpse of you,” I admitted.
“And?” her tone sounded tentative.
“And you’re beautiful. Every time I get more of a glimpse of you than I should, it’s better than the last. I’m smiling because I will carry these memories to my grave and be a happier male because of it.”
“Oh,” she sounded surprised.
“Oh? Was that not the answer you expected?”
“Not exactly,” she sighed.
“The last man who smiled at me when I was naked made me the center of a cruel joke a moment later.”
“I don’t understand.”
“My body type isn’t exactly appreciated by themen of earth. No, that’s a lie. There are a lot of men who like my body type on earth, but none of them publicly. The men who were willing to be seen with a fat girl like me, acted like they were doing me a favor.”
I turned around, damning the consequences. I needed to see her face. Surely this was a joke she was playing on me. Who would treat this goddess in such a way?
From this angle, I got to see her fully naked from the waist up. Her perfect breasts rested heavily on her chest. Each was tipped with large pinkish-brown circles that culminated in a pointed tip.
Tarak said that the hu-mans found pleasure in being touched there and I itched to do so.
My eyes rose to her face and she looked surprised. There wasn’t a trace of humor in her expression.
“You’re telling the truth?”
