Bathe in the creek
From Create Your Own Story
Tired, you have sweated all day from the long journey and fighting. What better way to fix it all than to wash it off?
You backtrack to the tiny creek, having to stumble through some pretty heavy reeds and bushes to get to the edge. Unfortunately; it is not very deep; the clear, cool water reaching halfway up your shins, if that. But it doesn't matter. Content no one is around, you peel off your robes and gear and place them in the grass out of the way. Next comes the undergarments; a cotton veil that you pull over your head and toss to the side. Just then a cool, evening breeze washes down the gully, causing your nipples on your chest to stiffen and for you to shiver. You squat down in the middle of the creek, feeling the cool water pass between your toes, over your feet and lap between your legs. Taking a bar of soap from your bag, you quickly wet your body before beginning to slather up. You run your hands down your arms and stomach, across your pert breasts, now tight because of the cold.
Next, you soap up between your legs, running a hand through your hairy nether regions and down your legs. Content, you quickly wash and scrub the foamy soap off, letting it run down the small stream. You take this moment to sit back and let the cool water run over you, up your submerged legs and hips, parting gently at your lower stomach, before meeting your body at your hands again, which are keeping your top half propped up. The sun now gone and the last streaks of light leaving the forest, you climb out, don your clothes, and head back up to the campsite.
You are greeted by a small, crackling fire, smoke gently billowing into the sky above, with a stew sitting above it, bubbling already. The boy rushes back and forth, collecting firewood from the small pile just within his reach and placing it on the inferno, before stirring the pot. You sit down on the stump of a tree just as he spoons a bowlful of the contents and hands it to you. For a moment, you are suspicious- what if he poisoned it?- but the thought passes. He couldn't have. Just to be sure, you allow him to take his own serving. He eagerly grabs a bowl and begins to wolf it down, content to stare into the fire.
You finish the bowl. Clean, with warm food in your belly, you are content. What now?
