The women’s bathing tent in the camp was empty. That was why Rena preferred going long after the moon had risen and most everyone else was asleep. She liked having it to herself - it was probably silly. She wasn’t shy, having been bathed and dressed by slaves since she was born, but it was different to share a bath with other women.
Especially when they started talking about how exotic and handsome her brother was!
Besides, it was nice to just relax in the quiet of the empty bath tent and try not to worry about anything and everything.
Slipping out of the odd, draping garment Kala had given her, Rena clambered up the side of one of the large wooden tubs filled with water. It was cool and deep, and absolutely perfect.
She stood with her lower legs on the steps, letting them soak up the cool water, and was completely caught off guard when the door opened. Rena was so surprised that she yelped and toppled right off the steps and into the giant tub, dousing herself completely.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here….”
Rena kicked and splashed and grabbed the edge of the tub, peering over it through a curtain of short, wet hair. It was Shana. Rena couldn’t help but flush at being caught in so undignified a position by the woman.
“I like taking my bath at night,” Rena explained, nervously. “There’s no one else here…”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I can leave…?”
“Oh, no!” Rena shook her head. “No, it’s fine.” She couldn’t stop the fluttering of her heart as she looked at the red haired wizard. She was everything Rena wished she could be. And she couldn’t stop the flush that colored her cheeks when Shana nonchalantly stripped out of her tunic and pants.
Rena had never seen so much muscle on a woman. Shana was all tight and lean and hard, but not like the gladiators. And she was still so feminine. Even with all that muscle, her breasts were still larger than Rena’s.
No wonder Lorryn was so taken with her. Rena supposed she’d be pretty taken, too. If she were a man.
“I’ll just take another tub,” Shana said, smiling and hopping easily over the edge. She moved like a cat! Oh, Rena would give anything to be that agile, that strong! And that pretty…
She knew she was being very silly, but she couldn’t help it. And she couldn’t help staring, when Shana made no attempt to bathe modestly. At all.
What was the matter with her? She was an elven lady, not a…a lecherous male! But she had to bite her lower lip and sink deeper into the water until only her eyes were visible over the edge of the tub. Shana was bending and arching and twisting and Rena’s breath was quickening and she was feeling very warm in the pit of her stomach.
This wasn’t right at all. Rena found herself squeezing her thighs together very tightly, and biting her lower lip until it hurt. But it felt good, pressing her thighs together like that. It sent a little shiver up her spine, and before she knew it she was rubbing them together, biting her thumb and staring at Shana as the red haired girl lathered soap over her body.
Maybe she’d gone mad out in the desert. That was the only explanation for why she was staring so wantonly at another girl’s breasts. And scuffing her thighs together until she felt hot despite the cool water. Even her breasts felt warm. And by the time Shana began rinsing herself with a wet cloth, Rena decided that just squeezing her thighs together wasn’t going to be enough. Enough for what, she wasn’t entirely sure - her romance books were never very detailed - but she knew it was something.
She shifted, hoping the sound of the water would just sound like she was washing herself. She moved until she was sitting with one leg tucked up under her, her heel pressed tightly between her legs. It was slippery and probably something elven ladies weren’t supposed to do, but it felt so good! And whenever Shana moved the cloth over her breasts or her thighs, a small tremor shot through her body.
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Especially when they started talking about how exotic and handsome her brother was!
Besides, it was nice to just relax in the quiet of the empty bath tent and try not to worry about anything and everything.
Slipping out of the odd, draping garment Kala had given her, Rena clambered up the side of one of the large wooden tubs filled with water. It was cool and deep, and absolutely perfect.
She stood with her lower legs on the steps, letting them soak up the cool water, and was completely caught off guard when the door opened. Rena was so surprised that she yelped and toppled right off the steps and into the giant tub, dousing herself completely.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here….”
Rena kicked and splashed and grabbed the edge of the tub, peering over it through a curtain of short, wet hair. It was Shana. Rena couldn’t help but flush at being caught in so undignified a position by the woman.
“I like taking my bath at night,” Rena explained, nervously. “There’s no one else here…”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I can leave…?”
“Oh, no!” Rena shook her head. “No, it’s fine.” She couldn’t stop the fluttering of her heart as she looked at the red haired wizard. She was everything Rena wished she could be. And she couldn’t stop the flush that colored her cheeks when Shana nonchalantly stripped out of her tunic and pants.
Rena had never seen so much muscle on a woman. Shana was all tight and lean and hard, but not like the gladiators. And she was still so feminine. Even with all that muscle, her breasts were still larger than Rena’s.
No wonder Lorryn was so taken with her. Rena supposed she’d be pretty taken, too. If she were a man.
“I’ll just take another tub,” Shana said, smiling and hopping easily over the edge. She moved like a cat! Oh, Rena would give anything to be that agile, that strong! And that pretty…
She knew she was being very silly, but she couldn’t help it. And she couldn’t help staring, when Shana made no attempt to bathe modestly. At all.
What was the matter with her? She was an elven lady, not a…a lecherous male! But she had to bite her lower lip and sink deeper into the water until only her eyes were visible over the edge of the tub. Shana was bending and arching and twisting and Rena’s breath was quickening and she was feeling very warm in the pit of her stomach.
This wasn’t right at all. Rena found herself squeezing her thighs together very tightly, and biting her lower lip until it hurt. But it felt good, pressing her thighs together like that. It sent a little shiver up her spine, and before she knew it she was rubbing them together, biting her thumb and staring at Shana as the red haired girl lathered soap over her body.
Maybe she’d gone mad out in the desert. That was the only explanation for why she was staring so wantonly at another girl’s breasts. And scuffing her thighs together until she felt hot despite the cool water. Even her breasts felt warm. And by the time Shana began rinsing herself with a wet cloth, Rena decided that just squeezing her thighs together wasn’t going to be enough. Enough for what, she wasn’t entirely sure - her romance books were never very detailed - but she knew it was something.
She shifted, hoping the sound of the water would just sound like she was washing herself. She moved until she was sitting with one leg tucked up under her, her heel pressed tightly between her legs. It was slippery and probably something elven ladies weren’t supposed to do, but it felt so good! And whenever Shana moved the cloth over her breasts or her thighs, a small tremor shot through her body.