You continue to wash.
From Create Your Own Story
You run a bar of soap over your raised leg, enjoying the pleasant slipperiness. Your life requires so much, a rigorous and taxing lifestyle that often sets a theme of moldy dungeons, bitter forests, and the untold horrors of Dark Magic, it's so relaxing just to enjoy pleasant sensations on a mission instead. You get so lost in the feeling that your hand become too loose and the bar pops out of your hand into the water. You clumsily reach down for it and in the search you accidentally rub against your very sensitive vagina's lips. The brief sensation twangs something violently inside of you making you gasp uncharacteristically. Ignoring your quest for the soap, you reach down carefully again, teasing open the quivering folds with your fingertips. You moan as you slide your fingers along the length of your pussy, almost not trusting to explore deeper. It's been so long since you've touched yourself; strangely like you've forgotten in the last few months of endless training and missions. Your back arches a little as a little bolt of pleasure wiggles up your spine, god it feels so good...
