Kate wasn’t sure what to think about that and she was kind of afraid to ask. But she did think that letting him start with her hair was a good idea. It was s safe, non-sexual area. She just hoped the freaking goop from the pool would come out of it.
“All right,” she said at last. “But I didn’t see any shampoo so…oh.”
“What is it?” Rone asked, clearly attuned to the surprise in her voice.
“It’s just…I was saying I didn’t see any shampoo but when I looked back up to where I got the body wash, there it was.” Kate reached for the familiar blue bottle. “It just somehow appeared. And it’s my favorite brand again, too.”
“The one that makes your hair smell like honey and flowers?” Rone asked hopefully. “Gods, I love that one.”
“Um, I guess. Here…hold out your hands.”
He was still blindfolded but he held out his hands blindly and Kate poured a generous dollop of the shampoo into his palms. Then she stood in front of him with her back to him. Normally, she wouldn’t have put her naked back to anyone, not with her scars clearly visible. But Rone was still blindfolded so she felt safe.
“Go ahead,” she said. “I’m right in front of you.”
The big Kindred fumbled for just a moment but then she felt his long, strong fingers rubbing the shampoo into her hair and scalp.
Oh God, that feels good! She couldn’t help the little moan of pleasure that escaped her at his firm yet gentle caress. He seemed to know just how to touch her. Well, he should—he’s had years of practice, whispered the little voice in the back of her head. But Kate felt too good to care what it said.
Rone finished with her hair and helped her rinse. Then his hands came back, using the remains of the shampoo to start on her shoulders. He was rubbing and kneading in just the right way, finding the knots of tension that had been there for what felt like days and melting them away. This felt even better than having her hair washed and it was a moment before Kate could make herself protest.
“Hey,” she managed to say at last. “I thought…thought you were supposed to be washing me, not giving me a massage.”
“You seemed so tense, I thought it would help,” Rone rumbled. “Do you want me to stop?”
Kate bit her lip. “No…no, I guess not.”
“Good,” he said simply and kept massaging.
“Um…did the gook come out of my hair?” Kate asked, trying not to melt under his touch. She grabbed a strand of her long hair which looked very dark red since it was wet. It seemed clean enough and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, I think it did.”
“Good,” he rumbled. “I love your hair, baby. Would be a shame if you had to cut it because of that stuff.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Kate said, rather breathlessly.
His hands were gliding down her arms now and everywhere he touched her, the black slime was melting away. It felt so good to be getting clean again—almost as though his touch was purifying her in some way.
“Mmm…” Kate couldn’t help herself. “That feels so good.”
“Glad you’re enjoying it,” Rone murmured. He was finished with her hair and shoulders and arms now and Kate expected him to turn his attention to other, more sensitive areas. She tensed again. She wasn’t sure which was going to be worse—having him run his hands all over her naked breasts and belly and sex…or letting him touch the shameful scars on her back.
But to her surprise, Rone sank to his knees behind her and began washing her hips and legs instead. He rubbed her ass too—his big hands cupping her cheeks briefly before moving on, obviously trying not to linger too long in any one place. Then he came around to her front and began rubbing the front of her legs and thighs.
Kate felt her breath catch in her throat. His face was very close to an extremely sensitive area. It made her feel nervous and uncertain and yet it gave her that strange quiver in her stomach too, at the same time.
“Rone?” she asked uncertainly.
He looked up, blindly. “Is this working? I can’t see but your skin feels clean as I’m rubbing it.”
“Uh, yeah…Yeah, I think so.” She decided not to say anything about the proximity of his face to her sex. After all, he was going to have to touch her there in a minute. Since she’d been naked, the goop from the pool had gotten all over her. In fact, she was terribly afraid that some of it might even have gotten inside her. But she didn’t want to think about that now—not until she had to.
“Give me some more soap,” he said, holding up one hand. “I want to do your feet.”
“Okay.” Kate squirted some into his searching palm. “But be careful. My feet are really—”
“Ticklish. Yeah, I know.” He sounded like he might be smiling but his head was bowed so it was hard to tell.
He started to lift one of her feet and Kate gave a little squeak of surprise and almost overbalanced.
“Oh!”
“Sorry—hang on to my shoulder,” Rone said. “You got this stuff all over you, baby—I need to do the soles of your feet too. And between your little toes.”
Feeling awkward, Kate leaned over him and grabbed his muscular shoulder and back as he lifted first one foot and then the other. She couldn’t help noticing that from palm to fingers his hands were larger than her feet were from heel to toes.
Rone scrubbed gently, giving her another mini massage as he tended to her feet. He was very careful not to tickle her which Kate appreciated since her feet were extremely sensitive. She had to bite back another moan as she felt herself melting against him while he worked on her—God, he was good at this! She caught herself wondering if he’d massaged her often when they were together and if so, where else she’d let him massage…
She tried to push the thought away but it didn’t want to go. However, at last the big Kindred stood, facing her again though his eyes were still blindfolded.
Kate looked down at herself—her legs and feet and thighs and arms and head and shoulders were squeaky clean. But her torso—her breasts and belly and sex and her back where the ugly scars showed, were all still coated in a layer of black slime.
“Uh…Rone?” she asked uncertainly. “I know you can’t see but I’m not really, you know, all clean yet.”
“I know that, baby,” he said softly. “But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I think for the next part, you need to guide me.”
“Guide you?” Her voice came out squeaky and high and Kate had to clear her throat and continue. “Guide you how? What do you mean?”
“I mean put my hands where you need them,” he said softly. “Show me where you still need to be cleaned and I’ll wash you there, but only as long as you keep my hand on you. When you’re clean and ready to move on, just move my hand. That way you don’t feel like I’m, uh, taking advantage.”
Kate was touched by this consideration on his part. She knew a lot of guys—most guys actually—would definitely have taken advantage of this situation to grope and squeeze and pry into every orifice they could. Rone clearly wasn’t like that—he wanted her comfort over his own pleasure. That was nice—really nice.
“All right,” she said softly. “I think…I think that’s an excellent idea. Um, just let me give you some more soap.”
Wordlessly, he held out his big palms and she noticed how well formed his hands were. His fingers were long and artistic and elegantly shaped with short, clean nails. Okay, that was a definite turn on—she liked nice hands on a man—liked it a lot.
But she tried to put the thought out of her head as she put down the body wash bottle and took him by the wrists.
Okay, here goes. Might as well get this over with, she told herself. Taking a deep breath, she put his big palms firmly on her breasts, letting him cup them in his hands.
Rone made a low, indistinct noise in the back of his throat but he said nothing aloud. Instead, he began caressing her gently, rubbing and massaging just as he’d done with the rest of her body.
Kate had to bite
back a moan of pleasure as his palms brushed over her tight nipples. God, that felt incredible. She’d been so nervous about this she had been sure she wouldn’t get a bit of pleasure out of it. But having the big Kindred’s hands all over her bare, soapy breasts was incredibly arousing.
Should stop…should have him move on. You’re clean there, whispered a judgmental little voice in her head. But Kate didn’t want him to move on—it felt too good. Her body seemed to be coming alive in some way she hadn’t even understood was possible and she didn’t want it to stop.
Feels good, doesn’t it? You need more, don’t you?
Kate frowned—where had that thought come from? It didn’t sound like her own inner voice or even the snarky, judgmental voice of her guilt. It just seemed to pop into her head from nowhere.
“Um…” Rone cleared his throat, interrupting her thoughts. “Are you clean yet, Kate? I can’t see, remember?”
“Not…not quite,” Kate heard herself saying. “There are…just a few spots where it doesn’t…doesn’t want to come off.”
In fact, she was telling the truth. Looking down she saw that black smudges from the pool were still clinging to her sensitive nipples and areolas. What was the deal with that stuff anyway? Was it a magnet for the more sensitive areas of the body? For whatever reason, it was stuck and the gentle rubbing he was doing with his palms, while very stimulating, wasn’t getting it off.
“Show me,” Rone said in a low voice. “Put my hands where you need them to be, Kate and show me what to do.”
“Okay. Um…” Hesitantly, she cupped her hand around his much larger one and brought his fingertips to one of her sensitive nipples. “Here,” she whispered. “It just…it won’t come off of this…of this area.”
“Maybe I should rub a little harder then?” His voice was a soft growl as he pinched her nipple gently between his thumb and fingers.
“Yes…yes I think so.” Kate wished her voice wasn’t so breathless. “And…and on the other side too.”
“All right.” His left hand found her right nipple and then he began to pinch and tug gently, rubbing her sensitive peaks between his soapy fingers until Kate could barely hold still, it felt so good. She knew they were just trying to get each other clean and she shouldn’t be getting pleasure from this but she just couldn’t help it. It felt like there was a direct line between her nipples and her pussy. The more Rone touched her—the more he rubbed and twisted and gently tugged her stiff peaks—the hotter and wetter she got between her legs.
Shouldn’t be doing this. Oh, God, we should really stop, this isn’t like me at all… It really wasn’t—she’d always been shy and modest when it came to sex or anything approaching sex. Yet somehow, she didn’t feel completely in control of herself. Then you need to get control, Kate, she told herself sternly.
Looking down, she saw that her nipples were finally clean. Still, it took another minute for her to bring her hands up to his.
At her light touch, Rone stopped at once, though she was pretty sure he’d been enjoying the intimate contact as much as she had.
“I…I think I’m clean now,” she said in a voice that shook only a little. “Time to…to move on.”
“Just put my hands where you need to be washed, baby,” he murmured. “Just show me where you want me.”
“Here.” Kate slid his hands down so that he could wash her torso and belly, which he did. The black stuff came off easily and now she found herself faced with a choice…should she let him wash her back first? Or her pussy?
Rone seemed to know what she was thinking. Though he was blindfolded, he had clearly been keeping track of what was going on and what still needed to be washed.
“Well?” he murmured when she put her hands on his, stopping his motion. “What’s next, baby? You’ve only got two places left you could need me.”
“I…” Kate bit her lip. She didn’t want him touching the ugly scars on her back but even more than that, she felt shy about letting him put his big hands and long fingers on her pussy. Or inside it because the damn black goop had gotten everywhere.
“Kate?” Rone murmured again.
“My back,” she blurted. “Do my back. Here—I’ll turn around.”
She turned, putting her back to him, and waited, feeling tense and uncomfortable all over again. But instead of washing her right away, Rone put his hands on her shoulders.
“I know you don’t like this, Kate,” he said softly, in her ear. “I remember how long it took you to let me see you or touch you here.”
“Yeah, well…” She shifted uncomfortably.
“I just want you to know that you’re beautiful,” he told her. “Every part of you.”
Before Kate could respond, he was washing her, rubbing his big hands in long, slow strokes over her shoulder blades and back and spine. He didn’t give the scars any extra attention but he didn’t avoid them either. He just washed her, rubbing her thoroughly until every last speck of the black slime was gone from her back.
Kate looked down at herself. She was almost completely clean. Almost.
Rone finished washing her and put his hands back on her shoulders.
“Well?” he asked softly. “Is there any place else?”
Kate bit her lip. “You know there is.”
“I had an idea,” he admitted. “But I wasn’t sure how much, uh, slime you got on you there.”
“A lot,” Kate said unhappily. “I mean, I was naked, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. So…you want to put me where you need me?” He was still standing behind her but he held out his right hand, offering it to her.
“Better get some more soap first.” Kate wished she could sound more bored and businesslike but she couldn’t manage it. She was about to let a man she barely knew (at least to her recollection) touch her in the most intimate place possible and it made her nervous as hell.
Trying to get hold of herself, she squirted a little more of the body wash onto his fingers and then grasped his wrist tightly. There was no point in putting this off—it had to get done. She couldn’t stand to go around with the horrible black slime all over the most sensitive and delicate area on her body. She wanted to feel clean inside and out.
Taking his big hand, she placed it firmly on the mound of her pussy.
“Right…right there,” she said, trying to sound sure of herself. “That’s where I need you…need you to clean me, I mean.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll be gentle—I swear,” Rone murmured.
He began to rub her, just up and down at first, not trying to spread her or finger her, just sliding his soapy fingers and palm up and down over her outer lips and the small patch of deep red curls on her mound. It felt really good, but Kate knew it could feel better.
No, you mean you could be cleaner—and you want to be clean, don’t you? Once more, the little voice didn’t sound like her own internal monologue but Kate found herself agreeing with it anyway. Yes, that was what she had meant. She needed to let the big Kindred get her clean—clean everywhere.
Hardly knowing what she was doing, she spread her legs, taking a wider stance. The motion opened her pussy lips and before she knew it, she could feel Rone’s long middle finger sliding up and down the cleft of her pussy. Spread open, as she was, she could feel her clit swelling at the light friction, making her squirm in his arms and give a soft moan.
Rone stopped his motion though he kept his hand curled around her mound.
“Baby?” he murmured. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything, except…” Now they came to the moment of truth and Kate was simultaneously so embarrassed and so turned on she hardly knew what to do.
Do what you have to in order to get clean, ordered the little voice that had been bugging her. The one that sounded like it was coming from outside her head somehow. Do whatever it takes. You know you can’t stand to feel dirty—especially there.
Well, that was certainly true. Kate told herself she was being foolish—the little voice was j
ust saying what she wanted to hear—it was probably the voice of her own wishful thinking.
She took a deep breath. “Everything is okay except I think some of that stuff—the pool stuff—got up…up inside me.” God, she could feel her cheeks burning and her breath was coming short, admitting this to him.
“Do you need me to wash inside you?” Rone asked in a low voice.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, wishing she could make her voice steadier.
“How far inside?” he murmured. “Just your inner pussy? Or deep inside you?”
“I…I don’t know. Maybe both,” Kate confessed. She hadn’t exactly had a chance to examine herself—she just knew what she felt like and it wasn’t good.
“How about I start with your inner pussy?” he asked softly. “And then if you need me to go deeper you can tell me.”
“All…all right,” Kate whispered. God, she just couldn’t believe she was doing this—or rather, letting him do this. But how else could she get clean?
There’s no other way—this is it, the voice whispered. So let him do it—go on, you know you want to.
“Okay,” Rone breathed softly. “And do you want to spread your pussy lips open so I can really get to you? Or do you want me to do it for you?”
“I…um…” Kate could barely think. He was still standing there with her pussy cupped in his big hand. “You…you do it,” she decided in a low voice.
“All right. And I want you to know something, baby—I’m going to be very, very gentle. I know how sensitive your pussy is.”
“Thank you,” Kate whispered, having a hard time getting the words out.
“No—thank you for trusting me to help you.” He reached around her with his other hand and parted her pussy lips wide with his left hand. Then, with his right, he began to stroke and caress her inner folds.
Kate let out a low, trembling moan as he found the sensitive bud of her clit effortlessly. He bracketed it with two long fingers and began sliding up and down, caressing around the tender little bundle of nerves in just the right way.
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